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[degenere]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Val de Foncé (and with him, as always, is Jehan Mercier)
RECIPIENT: e v e r y o n e
WHAT: the scholars of Orlais have something to say.
WHEN: now, right now
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: aren't they charming.


Inquisition, we are confused.

[Melodious, Orlesian, flirtatious (somehow even in this most simple of sentences): these are three words one might use to describe the sound of Val's voice. It makes confused sound kind of fun, if a bit puzzling.]

My friend and I have come all this way to be an asset to you. And now we have arrived here, to your Skyhold, and we find so much to be in want. How have you all managed so far, with these conditions? I am a man used to the roughness of a camp, a life of travel. I love this life. You'll find no one loves it more than me. But a camp, that is one thing, and this? It is meant to be a city, of a sort. Yet there is no apartment for us. There is barely a work space, in your library--we have been, my friend and I. We have seen the conditions. There is barely a book there.

I am sorry for you, Inquisition.

[So sincere. A pause, in which he has pressed a hand to his chest, in a deep show of pity. And then, briskly, cheerfully:]

But we will not leave you there, in sorrow. The good news. You now have, among your numbers, me. An introduction: Valentine de Foncé, a master architect, among many other masteries, too numerous to name. If you ask sweetly, I'll tell you them all. If you ask very sweetly, I'll give demonstration. And for the Inquisition, I will offer my services, and my knowledge--and so, too, does my friend. If only so we can get a decent space in which we can do our work. And believe me: you want this. We have arrived to be your greatest blessing.

Now, tell me. With business sorted: what does anyone do for fun around here?

Comments

[mythalenaste]

Well, nothing's changing. You'll have to rough it with the rest of us.

[elegiaque]

( suspiciously; )

...de Fonce?

[blessedmaiden]

If I have to be completely honest, sir, I'm quite enjoying the current selection. As a rifter, all books in our library are new for me, so I can't really complain. Oh, but I'm sure whoever is in charge of our small library would be delighted to accept a donation, just saying.

Oh, right... I'm Rydia of Mist and welcome in Skyhold, with a bit of fantasy you will find plenty of fun things to do here.

[faithstarved]

A city? is that truly what you expected when you traveled here? Here I thought the bards had done an excellent job of explaining Skyhold as a crumbling old keep stuffed to capacity.

[issala]

...how many of you are there?

[gatheringstorm]

[More Orlesian nobles with inflated egos. Wonderful.]

Our hero. However did we do without you until now?

[Her Marcher-accented voice is dripping with sarcasm.]

[rowancrowned]

You say 'apartments' as if you expect a suite of rooms, monsieur de Foncé.

[ equally amused, but: he knows what he can expect from orlesians, wonders how long he can keep the point of his ears hidden, ramp up for a reveal! ]

Have you brought books with you?

[el_tybs]

[Oh, Maker. 'We arrived to be your greatest blessing.' This felt like trouble.]

If you're not impressed with the library you'll probably need to build a new one to meet your expectations.

[universal_charm]

And why, pray tell, would there be an apartment set aside specifically for you? We barely have room for the refugees pouring in, much less someone who for loving camp life so much sure has a lot of complaints about it.

[stabsbooks]

Sorry for us?

[ HOW DARE YOU ]

The Inquisition does not need your pity. If you do not like it, you may leave.

[fledglingenchanter]

[It's not often if at all that Sadira feels emboldened enough to say something snarky, but the sending crystals give her a chance to speak without a face to be recognized.]

By we, do you mean you and your ego?

[justice_is_blond]

Generally, for fun, we do each other.

Granted, you've just managed to insult most of the people here, so you may find yourself lacking for company there. Perhaps your... friend... can assist you.

[If they exist.]

[dreadinquisitor]

[There was a tug-of-war in Maxwell's urges. His new position said he should be polite; but the man who slept in a closet could only roll his eyes.]

Skyhold has many guests, and only so many rooms.

But there is a great deal of stone to be had, and with that esteemed degree perhaps you could build your own.

[fourscores]

My, how fortunate for the Inquisition. Why with skills such as yours, I am certain Skyhold will be far more desirable in no time.

[pinprick]

..de Foncé?

[Andraste's blood. Please say he heard incorrectly.]

[madame_de_fer]

[Look, Vivienne is just enough of a snot she doesn't feel the need to introduce herself. She expects to be recognized by Orlesians of gentle birth. Even disinherited ones.]

Quelle chance!

Finally someone who understands the dreadful state that Skyhold is in. We've been in such need of an informed architect.

Will you be adding marble to the battlements or gold caps on the towers first, darling?

[unbrokenoath]

[ Okay Orlesians are gross but Kaisa will charitably look past that for now because they have caught her attention. ]

...How do you feel about helping a noble, distinguished company of warriors, who have dedicated their very lives to saving the world at large, currently relegated to some miserable scrap of land with some haphazard tents? It is a tragedy, ser, but perhaps a tragedy that you could help make right.

[the_effect_she_has]

So you're going to be willing to build better housing for the poor and outcast?

[Because if you're going to be any good around here, she is hoping you're going to take the right kind of attitude about the people who really need a roof over their heads.]

[fightorfright]

( Unamused, and with an accent that places her firmly from 'near Tantervale': )

Sounds like you need lower expectations.

[shieldwalls]

We're in the middle of a war and you're worried about not having personal apartments?

[ there's a huff and something that sounds like "Orleasians" ]

[liberalum]

Was there, in fact, an offer of tangible assistance in all of that, or were you mostly fishing for a private room? I'm afraid those are only available to the very beautiful or the very heroic. Both earns you a lockable door.