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

[mactears]

Continuing to pray to my Maker that I won't have occasion to hear you sing, dwarf.

[wardeneructate]

Can't say I'd ever want to sing for you or with you. Got me this policy that says not to sing with faces that look like birds and all that.

[mactears]

I suppose I should be more grateful for my nose, in that case.

[wardeneructate]

Not like this smell is there to attract you anyway.

[mactears]

....am I to presume that it is intended to attract someone? [Equal parts skepticism and mild revulsion there.]

[wardeneructate]

Worked for me before.

[mactears]

[disgusted noise.]

[wardeneructate]

Really gets the juices flowing, you know. Cologne du Oghren. [That sure was the worst Orlesian accent in the history of ever for him to say that cologne name he made up.]

[mactears]

[he hangs up. promptly.]

[wardeneructate]

[He'll count that as a personal victory and have a drink on him.]