crystal.

[cozen]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Bastien
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Fictional war crime discussion! Probably mostly vague here, will use CWs if anything gets specific.

A quick note: we are going to be looking into the allegations that the Chantry's forces were overzealous with civilians in Tevinter. I am coordinating this for now. While we are out and about in Tevinter, if you hear anything about it, let me know. Even if they are only rumors and sound outlandish. And if it does not jeopardize anything else to ask people for more information, then by all means.

If this is something you would like to help more with on an ongoing basis, let me know. We're calling it Project Clothilde.

Comments

[cozen]

Five—it has been that long, hasn't it? Shit.

[ He's watching Cedric's hands more than his face. More comfortable that way, sitting alongside each other, and he's learned keeping his ear still makes things simpler to process. Lemons in his pigeonhole would be condescending, maybe. Chatting with the kitchen staff about winter stews, about keeping the pieces small enough for the back of a mouth, staying careful with surprise hard bits—that he wouldn't have to know anything about. ]

Did it feel like it was going to keep on? I mean—I'm not asking you to predict the future. Not really. But after it happened, with the soldiers you knew, did it feel like something had been released and finished, for the time being? Were people ashamed of it and settling down? Or were they emboldened, and it felt like it was only starting?

[dissolving]

[ One hand knuckles the other, rubbing loose circles into the space between finger and thumb. Water laps the side of the ferry, sloshing salt about their boots. A seagull screams. The hum of the city grows louder with every creak of oar. Noise,

You can lose yourself in it. Turns over a palm, traces the question. ]

Dunno. Losing Starkhaven, that was a blow. That we never — [ Turned aside, diverted full forces to the siege. ] — But it won't be the last. And shame... Reckon some folks get bolder, when they got something to run from. Looks like control.

[ What's self-awareness. He's never met her. ]