Sending crystal;

[mactears]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Warden Loghain Mac Tir
RECIPIENT: Everyone (who hasn't already blocked him)
WHAT: A request.
WHEN: The end of August/early September.
WHERE: Kirkwall.
NOTES: None; will note as they come up.

[There's some muted conversation occurring the the background as Loghain activates the crystal and considers his message; maybe he's inside a tavern or a mess hall, or close enough to one of those two locations that the conversation from within is impossible to get away from. He clears his throat.]

Greetings, Inquisition.

[Off to a good start, so far.]

My horse's tack is now rather worse for wear after innumerable weeks on the open road. Thus far I have had some difficulties [read: is being ignored by] connecting with Inquisition blacksmiths to take a look at her equipment. Looking for recommendations for decent blacksmiths in Kirkwall instead.

Comments

[mythalenaste]

I've worked with a fantastic smith here in the city. I'll meet you at the Gallows docks.

[mactears]

[That's a promising lead; he makes a mental note to pack a bit of cheese for the dog, in the likely event that he tags along.]

You have my thanks.

[mythalenaste]

Good. I'm the silver-haired one with a tree on her face.

[mactears]

You're what--ah. [Dalish. That makes more sense. He squashes the uncomfortable, visceral response he has to that.] Yes. I will look for you there.

not here.

[byblow]

[ HOW COULD YOU. ]