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closed, ish.

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Grey Wardens & Other Shady Fuckers
WHAT: Shopping lists, probably
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: From Halamshiral to wherever
NOTES: PLEASE THREADJACK, PLEASE GO OFF TOPIC, this is for bonding and chatter for Wardens + anyone else living in or around the Guild House/Camp Shady in the valley. If you're not sure your character would have been included then you're welcome to assume they were! He'd be liberal about who's on the list. He's just not bothering The Whole Inquisition. This is such a long note. I'm sorry, for that and for so much else.

Hello Wardens and... [ assassins and bards and blood mages? ] ...friends. This is Alistair; I'm in Halamshiral; there's a market that hasn't been burned down yet. Does anyone need anything?

If it's expensive, you may have to send me some money. Or tell me how it will stop the Blight. One of the two.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Because you're the sweetest and most adorable lady I'd never have to worry about in a fight.

But if you already have a smelly Fereldan suitor I suppose I do the honorable thing and step back.

Aw! That's so sweet! Though I can't heal anything, really, so maybe a little worry sometimes.

And he doesn't smell. Not bad, anyway. [ beat ] Aren't you also from Ferelden?

I am. And I'm smelly. Making a woman deal with two of us at once would be cruel.

It's okay, my clan lived in Ferelden before we went to Kirkwall. I've smelled worse from rude hunters.

I assume you weren't as close to them for quite so long as you might be close to this one.

[ and that euphemism is going right over her head

probably because they've never done anything sexual ~~yet~~ ]

Well no, usually they were hanging upside-down from trees when we found them.

You wouldn't even get me a ring. And I thought I was special.

[ A very exaggerated, bereaved sigh. SMH Alistair. ]

I haven't gotten anyone a ring in my entire life.

I thought for sure you brought Hawke one.

I can't believe it. I'm writing a part two for Alistair's song about him proposing to ten different ladies.

I look forward to hearing this.

If she'd stuck around a day longer--do you think she'd have me?

[Oh, hello there, tiny spark of jealousy that he has no right to.]

I don't think she's into blonds.

Story of my blighted life. That and--you know. The actual Blight.

You were only born with one of the two.

She would still have him though. She's got a weakness for bad boys.

[REVENGE for the purple eyes comment. REVENGE.]

[...and on that note, it's time for Anders to withdraw before he takes it personally.]

Well. Maybe she would. You'd know better than I.

Yes, well, certain people here know about Nathaniel. I think some people ought to be happy with having one of my siblings gloriously in love with them.

[There, she'll take the sting out.]

Some people are very aware of what they have, and are very happy. That doesn't mean they're not sometimes reminded of other things.

We're all reminded of different paths -- but I think they should know ... they're on the right one. For all the right reasons, and because they deserve to be happy with someone who adores them.