[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]

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.