Supply run

[hlif]

FORM: Notices in various locations
SENDER: Asher Hardie
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Arranging delivery of pelts and taking orders for a supply run
WHEN: Current, departing prior to the soiree
WHERE: Bulletin board, a copy in the Herald's Rest, a few postings in the refugee camp.
NOTES: Content warnings, OOC notes, links to other relevant posts, etc.

To everyone who wanted the following: 

• bear and/or wolf blankets with sleeves
• bear and/or wolf pelts
• assorted teeth, claws, skulls or other parts

You can come collect them by the Herald's Rest if you want them this week.

I'm heading out to the Hinterlands to check in with my family, if you'd like anything to be added to the supply run leave a note for me, or come find me at the refugee camp, my tent is the one painted with kaddis and with a small chicken coop out front.  I'll be collecting various meats, cheeses, vegetables, wool, leather, homebrew and various other sundries from Hardie Holdings.  If you would like me to collect anything else on the journey, let me know and we can arrange payment/trade and delivery.

- Asher Hardie

Comments

[dreadinquisitor]

[Maxwell smiled gently, watching the hardened man soften at the thought of a baby sibling.]

I hope it does. But if for some reason she isn't happy, you just let me know. I'll replace it.

[He touched the pelt, running his fingers through the fur.]

Maker, am I looking forward to not sticking to the floor anymore.

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[Tell no one, he's usually only like this around his dog.]

Trust me, she'll love it. [Because Aura is a sweet girl, unlike her lump of an oldest brother.] Do you stay up here then? I know I've seen some folk kipping in the barn and all over the place at times.

[Read: when he's staggering back to the camp after a night of drinking.]

[dreadinquisitor]

[He nodded, lifting and bundling the massive hide as best he could.]

Off the garden. I've got a little place. [A wry smile.] Chateau Store-cupboard.

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[That catches Asher by surprise, taking an ill-advised drink when half of it gets snorted up his nose when he laughs, soon spluttering and coughing until he's wiping his eyes.

You're a good dude in his book Maxwell, long may you live to regret it.]

A store-cupboard? You're shitting me right?

[dreadinquisitor]

[Maxwell's eyebrows jumped at the reaction, a smile he couldn't help breaking across his mouth as Asher laughed.]

When I don't run late and someone beats me to it, yes. A store-cupboard. When I first arrived I was sleeping in the garden proper, but winter it turns out is a son of a bitch.

[A beat.]

Plus an abomination burned it to the ground.

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Ah that's because you're soft, your lot always are, need a bit of toughening up like leather in the sun. [Unless his ears mistake him but he's been in the Free Marches long enough, and been doing this sort of work for almost half his life; he knows what nobility sounds like.] I brought my tent and set up in the camp, just me and Bronson and plenty of pelts but part Fereldan, part Avvar, all Reaver? Cold doesn't bother me much.

[Asher could - possibly has - strolled through the camp naked once or twice without batting an eye.]

Hopefully not the abomination the Champion spared or Kaisa Daesun and I will be having a few choice words.

[dreadinquisitor]

[He smirked, untroubled by the teasing.]

I could do that, but then where would your fine bear-cape business be?

[He tucked the pelt under his arm.]

Unless he's secretly a young woman and capable of coming back from the dead, I doubt it. [He shook his head.] As I understand it was a young mage, and some sort of disagreement came up between her and her lover.... And then there was a rage demon spewing fire in the garden, dragging a dead woman behind it.

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And selfless, didn't realise the Inquisition had the market cornered in nobles actually doing good deeds.

[Okay so like, two but well Asher's spent twelve years of his life getting his hands bloodied and dirtied, camping out in all weathers while they stay in summer homes and estates so he'll take what he can get in all honesty.]

Well that'd maybe make it a bit more interesting for the gossips but sort of glad I missed that one, any job I've taken dealing with abominations isn't one I've liked to talk about. We're good but even with a mage of our own it's always been a close call getting out of with every alive and with all their limbs where they should be.

[dreadinquisitor]

Just call me Max.

[He grinned, and offered Asher a wink.]

And, on the bright side, I haven's heard of any trouble since, and with so many eyes on Anders now, should he so much as sneeze funny someone will see.