A very heartfelt suggestion

[arlathvhen]

FORM: Written message posted on the board
SENDER: Beleth, but she didn't put her name down. People who know her well enough to recognize her handwriting can probably figure it out.
RECIPIENT: Everyone in Skyhold
WHAT: A friendly request to not harass the halla, in the tone of a beleaguered retail worker.
WHEN: Put up on the board in the middle of the month, probably will be kept up there for a while.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: humans are gross

[ The letter, hanging from the message board, has this to say:

'Due to several incidents that have occurred, this is a reminder for everyone that the halla currently with the Inquisition should not be approached unless you are accompanied by one of the Dalish. Furthermore, you are generally discouraged from attempting to poke, prod, ride, shave, and otherwise aggravate the halla.

This letter is not due to any ill will against any members of the Inquisition, this is simply the nature of the halla, and the Dalish will not be held responsible for any bitten fingers, broken limbs, and miscellaneous gorings that occur to those who disregard the advice given here.

Thank you for your time and support.' ]

Comments

doodled in the margins

[byblow]

[degenere]

[Later modified:]






[and for good measure, down in the corner:]

Tacked alongside

[ombranera]

[ written underneath ]

At least be a little more creative.

[degenere]

[excuse]

I am both impressed at the skill required and disturbed at the implication. Please tell me the turtle is not what you have traditionally beheld.

[and, also:]

[ombranera]

What have you done to your poor dick that it looks so angry- or have you been neglecting it? Perhaps a little less time defacing and preaching and more time tending to your own needs will see it happy once more.

[degenere]

Your pardon, my friend, I thought this was YOURS. You were so detailed in your drawing. So intimate.

[ombranera]

I have an excellent memory for such things- though I suppose I ought to have trimmed the hair into neat little rows for your Orlesian sensibilities, yes?

[degenere]

I think you have me confused with another.


(A manicured pattern. Not rows.)

[ombranera]

What, is that no longer the preferred style? I truly have been away for too long, alas.

[degenere]

On that you will have to ask another. I detest preferred style.

After all: there was a period of fashion where tiny ribbons became involved. Hideous.

[ombranera]

And we have delved into newfound territories of pretension. I had not thought such a thing possible! But I do recall the ribbons. Terribly difficult at times, those.

[degenere]

Never having bothered, again I will say: I would not know. But if you would like to redraft your illustration in such a style, I will not stop you.

[el_tybs]

I think that's more on Orlesian style then I wanted to know.

[degenere]

With bells!

[easternseaqueen]

I can verify it's not Zev's.

[degenere]

Thank you. I was living in such suspense.

And now fear. To whom does this organ belong?

[easternseaqueen]

You know, that's an excellent question. I think we can narrow it down to someone who's probably human, though.

I suppose there's really only one way to find out.

[degenere]

Yes.

By waiting. And if you are content to wait for a large, angry, monstrous, slightly deformed, detached and bodyless penis to find you, that is your business. I will be leaving.

[easternseaqueen]

Well, you must admit, it would make for an amazing story to share over drinks.

[degenere]

I must admit nothing of the sort.

[el_tybs]

That is a- um... nice-?

[Alright he has no actual words for this.]

Must you encourage him?

[byblow]

[el_tybs]

[This is why you don't put drawings on things. It escalates quickly.]

[arlathvhen]

[ What a delightful picture. Too bad it's being taken down and burned. Ya nasty. ]

sending crystal;

[dalishious]

Grow the fuck up.