[open]

[doneisdone]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Teren von Skraedder
RECIPIENT: errbody
WHAT: Meet your new Warden mom
WHEN: early Solace, after Weisshaupt/the Deep Roads
WHERE: in your earholes
NOTES: teren is mean

Good evening, Skyhold. This is Senior Warden Teren von Skraedder, and I have conceded to use this blasted thing to inform you that I am the newly-appointed Warden liaison for the Inquisition.

Concerns and questions from or regarding Wardens in the context of the Inquisition should be directed to me. I would advise you not to waste my time with inane commentary, but I know who I'm representing and will simply remind you that I control the camp's whiskey rations.

All complaints from Alistair and Kaisa must be reported first to Anders, in observation of both punishing any remaining past misdeeds and in protecting my ears from their keening.

In addition, it would be remiss of me not to inform you that one of our own answered his Calling on our recent expedition to the Deep Roads. May each of us drink to Senior Warden Hercules Hansen tonight, who gave his life in sacrifice to the well-being of Thedas.

Thank you for your time.

Comments

[scalethewall]

Wait. What was a joke? Letting me live in the other half of your tent or that you're the Warden liaison?

Does that mean I should take this bottle of mead back to the kitchens then? I thought we'd be celebrating.

[doneisdone]

Put that back down or I'll skin you alive.

Oh. [shuffling sounds of someone fiddling with the crystal, perhaps in an attempt to deactivate it, with distant muttered cursing.] Is this a mage thing--

~> to action (though her crystal is still on >:3)

[scalethewall]

[He'd practically made his way all the way back to the tent already, so liaison or not, there was now mead.]

Alright, so which part is the joke? Get your cup, Skraedder, the barkeep swore up and down this was the good stuff.

[doneisdone]

[The voices sound more distant, no one intentionally talking into the crystal at the moment.]

The liaisons for liaisons-- Maker's balls, I should've known better, of course it turned into this.

[Is that... a twinge of regret in her tone? It seems in poor taste to be joking around, after announcing the death of one of their own. And yet, there it is. Wardens are reliable in their way.
Another thump against the crystal.]

I'm putting this outside.

[scalethewall]

Ohhh. Well, yes, I assumed that part was a joke.

[What better way to observe a Warden's passing than to continue on with one's duties? He didn't know the man well, but surely Herc wouldn't want them all mourning and crying. They can pour out a bit of mead for him.

He gives her a nod as he gathers the cups, neither of which will translate to any kind of sound of the crystal, and starts the fight against the cork in the bottle.]

[doneisdone]

(putting this here for the sake of continuity :V)

[ombranera]

The joke is that the two of you liase together.

[ Innuendo, Blackwall. ]

[scalethewall]

What? Wait, what? No. That's not, uh.... not happening. There's no liaisoning. [He's definitely not sounding ridiculously flustered. Nope.]

[ombranera]

It is nothing to be ashamed of. Teren is a singularly striking woman.

[doneisdone]

I don't recall anyone asking your opinion.

[ombranera]

I speak with all due respect and consideration to your new position, Warden Skraedder.

[doneisdone]

Naturally.

[scalethewall]

Well, sure. I don't think anyone's arguing that. But, uh, no... No liaising. [He clears his throat.]

[ombranera]

Mm, what a pity. You would make quite the couple, I should think.

[scalethewall]

[That definitely gets a laugh.] What? Why would you say that? [Alright, there might be some genuine curiosity there. His guess was 'because you're both older than dirt', but perhaps the elf had something else.]

[doneisdone]

[Abruptly, the crystal is muffled as though something was thrown over it, like a blanket. If one listens carefully, one can hear footsteps nearby, which never get any louder or quieter, indicating they are walking with the crystal. An irritated sigh, a rustling of grass, and the footsteps retreat. Crickets chirp nearby. It is a peaceful nighttime soundscape.]

[scalethewall]

[Along with that, there's Blackwall's distinct laugh and chuckled protest, though very muffled, but once the crystal is outside it's all quiet except the crickets.]

There is a way to turn those off, you know? [He's still trying to stifle his laughter, grin wide as he pours them both a cup of mead and has her's ready to hand to her as she comes back into the tent.] Hopefully, it's still there later. I don't think they give out more than one. I could always borrow yours, of course.