A SURVEY

[aventuriere]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Baroness Frédérique Durfort-Lacapalette, Brother Jehan Mercier, and Valentine Nicasius Maxence Mérovée Olivier de Foncé
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Important questions
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Everywhere
NOTES: Please threadjack

Inquisition, we have a question for you.

[ DO NOT SILENCE YOUR CRYSTALS. That is an Orlesian voice, but it is not Val de Foncé's voice. Instead, it is the voice of a woman, which makes it immediately superior. You are probably safe. Maybe. Keep listening. ]

You see, we are scholars. The best of scholars! And this Inquisition, it offers the most magnifique opportunities to learn more of this world and we, my friends, we are here to take on that most noble challenge!

We are conducting a study. [ From the tavern. ] Which of Thedas' nations is your favorite? Le plus fantastique? [ A pause, some murmuring reminder while the crystal is covered with a hand. ] You may not say Orlais, and you must explain why, pour l'étude.

[ HERE is Val’s voice. Please keep listening. ]



You may not say Orlais because we already know that it is Orlais. We have been to Orlais, many times. [ A voice cuts in, dry: ] We are even from Orlais, in case you had not guessed. [ From, you know. The really obvious accents. ] For this, we seek other answers. Answers that are more diverse. Perhaps it is better to say second best? Second favorite? With, naturally, Orlais being the favorite. We are, you see, all in disagreement.

It is threatening to tear us apart, when we have only just been brought back together.

Yes, because you are wrong. If you would cease to be so wrong, we would not be torn apart!

No, you are-- Ah, courage, my friends! We must not be torn apart. [ There is some shuffling and oofing. It is possible that arms are being thrown about shoulders and necks are being squeezed. ] Inquisition, we turn to you, on behalf of our reunion, and the great Baroness Haut-Brion.

If you answer our question we will permit you to call her Freddie.

You will permit nothing, but I may permit it, if your answers are particularly clever.

Also, for a bet-- [ Should Chantry Brothers make bets? Shh. Should Chantry Brothers pause while speaking to drink wine? Shhhhh. ] How many times per day is it reasonable to pray? Suppose that you are also reasonably faithful.

Suppose that you are a madman, a holy madman--

And that you desire nothing more than to be Andraste's second husband and like Maferath to be cuckolded by the Maker himself--

[ Should Chantry brothers dump wine over the heads of their friends? Shhhhhhhhh. ]

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

Then clearly you've a task on your hands - teaching Norrington how to think quickly and be acrobatically clever. It's quite the challenge.

[degenere]

A challenge that I am not sure I have the patience for.

[justice_is_blond]

How will you know if you don't try? It could be quite the opportunity to study the mindset of a man who recites from notes, and determine what benefits there are to it, or if there are indeed no benefits.

[degenere]

Yes, but think of the lengthy conversations I will need to have with that man. Think of my health, monsieur. My death of boredom.

[justice_is_blond]

Is this when I note that I'm a healer?

[degenere]

How marvelous, monsieur. A healer who can bring me back from death itself?

[justice_is_blond]

If he could bore people to death, I feel as if half of Skyhold would be dead by now. Perhaps more. And we'd have unleashed him against Corypheus.

[degenere]

[oh there's an idea! Val perks up a little.]

Can we?

[justice_is_blond]

No, we can't, because he can't bore someone to death. If he could, we could. But first you'd have to prove he's able of it.

[degenere]

[EVEN BETTER.]

That, my friend, I can do. Leave it to me.

[justice_is_blond]

[...Well, in theory this won't backfire. But then again...]

...How?

[degenere]

A series of tests. And then, proof. A dead man.

[justice_is_blond]

This is most certainly going to backfire somehow.

[degenere]

We are scholars, monsieur. This is what we do. It could not backfire on us No: you worry too much, my friend.

[justice_is_blond]

I try to be a scholar, but everything backfires on me.

[degenere]

It isn't a life for everyone. I am sure your lack of success has only to do with the smallest of failures.

[justice_is_blond]

[So dryly:]

Yes. I'm certain that my failures are all very small.

[degenere]

They usually are. Everyone makes such an effort of remembering, and for what? Nothing. Where I make a point to forget, and gain a great deal for it.

[justice_is_blond]

I've not told you what I'm called, have I.

[degenere]

You have not! Please, tell me.

[justice_is_blond]

[Well. It was nice while the conversation and cheer lasted. Anders' voice sounds resigned.]

Anders.

[degenere]

Yes?







[oh, wait.]

The?

[justice_is_blond]

[The resignation is heavier now.]

Yes.

[degenere]

I see.

[It is not often that Val is rendered speechless. He isn't quite speechless here, either, but-- still.]

That is-- something, monsieur.

Private

[justice_is_blond]

And the question is if it is too much of something.