A warning

[justice_is_blond]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Anders, Oghren
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: People are being warned
WHEN: Current!
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Oghren. Blue is Oghren, bold is Anders.

[There's a heavy sigh before he speaks; the first speaker, Anders, might be having some serious regrets.]

We've a new Warden, or rather an old Warden returned to the group, and I've a warning to issue: if you're challenged to a drinking contest with a particularly smelly dwarf, do not take it. The Wardens are not responsible for what happens if you decide to ignore this advice. Honestly, your best bet is to steer clear altoge--what are you drinking now?

[There's some bottles clinking together followed by a loud belch before Oghren speaks up.]

You need some better alcohol. This tastes worst than actual piss. Funny color to it too.

That's not... Maker's breath, Oghren, that's not for gulping down! Put the remnants of the potions down and stop messing with them! If you puke or you die, you better do it outside this tent. I'm not responsible for that either.

[There's more clinking as Anders gathers up what remnants he can.]

What are you going on about? That wasn't ale? [There's a pause.] My ancestors fat tits, what was that, sparkle fingers?

Who would keep ale in the healing tents? That was twenty doses of emetic. Now step outside, because you are not going to get sick in here.

[There's now a grumble and some rustling.] Never heard of keeping something good around for pain. Got to have those potions instead. Can't just have a good ale or something stronger. Got to be... [The sound trails off as he heads outside.]

[There's another heavy sigh. Anders sounds like he's already exhausted when he continues.]

Don't challenge him. Just don't. And if anyone listening cares to bring additional ghoul's beard to the healing tents, I'm in need of it.

Comments

[wardeneructate]

Not sure what you expect him to do about me. It's not like there's really any sort of dignity to the Wardens I haven't already tossed down a ditch. Had too many drinking contests with the other Wardens for that.

[Already adding you to the list of people that he'll go out of his way to fart into their tent.]

[in_death_sacrifice]

I've no problem with drinking contests, mind you. I can keep pace with the best of them, and keep my wits about me. [Uhhh maybe he'd better not boast though, he doesn't want to end up having to try and prove himself, who knows how that might end.]

It's just... there's a certain line for decent behavior, and you're crossing it.

[Maker, he's going to need so many air freshening things... probably some ridiculous Orlesian perfume ought to do the trick]

[byblow]

I think helping kill an Archdemon before you've even joined moves the line.

Unfortunately.

You'll get used to him.

[in_death_sacrifice]

[Grudgingly, he realizes he kind of has to respect that. It's just easier to do that when he knows of the guy by reputation, rather than actually meeting him.]

I can respect that action, of course. That's commendable.

Is that really possible?

[wardeneructate]

You know. This sounds like a challenge.

What do you say you show me how you keep your wits about you in a contest against me, huh?

[You brought this on yourself, Kain.]

[in_death_sacrifice]

[Yes, yes he sure did.]

Very well, a challenge it is, then. I'll look forward to this.

[wardeneructate]

Heh. Good. Get ready to pass out under a table, kid.

[in_death_sacrifice]

I'm looking forward to it.

[Wait, wait, wait.]

Not passing out, I mean rising to this challenge. To be clear.

[wardeneructate]

Just find me at the tavern sometime. I'll even make sure you get a pillow before I head back to the camp.

[in_death_sacrifice]

Very well. I'll look forward to this challenge, and to proving you wrong.

[...Nope, Kain is in way over his head, even if he doesn't realize it.]