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FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: Twisted Fate.
RECIPIENT: Everyone!
WHAT: The party returns, and Fate has a request.
WHEN: Backdated to Cloudreach 29.
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: N/A

Ah, Skyhold. Terribly good to be back home. I'm certain you all missed me, didn't you?

In any case.

Clan Frandruil has notified me that they wish to send halla our way. Terribly considerate of Keeper Shoshanna to show such gratitude. I don't particularly care what the Inquisition wishes to do with them, so I defer to those part of Clan Ashara. They are yours, as far as I am concerned.

In any case, something of more immediate concern and interest to me: I've received a mark from the rift we dealt with. As terribly excited as I am to be blessed with this, I'd like to do a little more research on this. [And maybe remove it, but he has a feeling that's impossible.] Those of you already familiar with your own magical glowing green marks, please, enlighten me with whatever you know.

And before I forget: Sera, I've placed your things back in the room in the tavern. If you happen to find anything of mine left in there, it's yours to do with.

I think that ought to do it. I'll be in the tavern, drinking myself silly.

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They sound positively delightful. I should love to meet the both of them.

As they say, any friend of yours is a friend of mine.

[Slipping an arm around his shoulders, she gives a light squeeze.]

I knew I could count on you, Fate. As soon as they're here, well...I'm sure Lena won't be quiet about it.

[She smirks at that, and the smirk lingers for another reason.]

So, is it just my imagination, or was there a lot of smiling from certain people on the way back?

I think she and I will get along so nicely.

[Ah, the inevitable subject.]

I suppose we've been less than subtle. But yes; we had dinner together on the way back, and I'd been pushing it aside long enough. Sort of a dangerous game, but I would tell anyone else to hold onto the moment. As long as possible.

[Well, of course it's inevitable. There's a soft snort at 'subtle' and she shakes her head, smirking.]

Hardly subtle, but I've seen worse. Hell, I've been worse.

...and I can see the logic in that, I suppose. That's not a pairing I would've seen coming, but stranger things have happened. [Like a big, gaping hole in the sky.]

Was I not? Cassandra was awfully frustrated that I wasn't saying anything, I suppose. That should have been a sign of lack of subtlety.

What can I say, I'm not a man who likes to be overly predictable.

As long as she's treating you as you ought to be treated. I can't say I'm impressed with her track record regarding mages, but if she's shedding that like she shed off the Templar Order....

[Wait, what.]

Cassandra? What does she have to do with any of this?

Not to worry. If I feel I'm treated unwell, I won't put up with it. But I know she's learning to be comfortable with mages, for many reasons. I hope to see that progress.

Ah, well, after Nerva swore herself to the Inquisition directly, she answers to Cassandra. I suppose that Madame Seeker wanted to ensure that I had every intention of confessing? Though I could not say why she was so invested.

Really. Maybe she's a closet romantic, then. Or...I don't know, I can't say I know woman well other than to say she's an excellent dragonslaying partner.

[You know, the important things. She takes a sip.]

And you already know how I feel about mage issues. I'm not backing down on those, but if she's not an ass to me, I can respond in kind. [And she can try to behave herself a little more, for Fate's sake. As long as those hot-button issues aren't pressed.]