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]

'They,' eh? [Loghain scratches his chin.] Well, thank you for the advice, serah. [Now what's he going to do with it?]

[inagutterson]

I do tours. Local boy, know all the people, can get you a discount.

[Who else is actually going to be this friendly, let alone, civil to you Loghain?]

[mactears]

[Beggars can't be choosers, surely. They also should take care not to stumble too enthusiastically into trouble.]

A discount? Won't haggling draw the ire of a respectable craftsperson?

[inagutterson]

[Excuse you he's a local boy, doing his best.]

You're in Kirkwall, what's respectable? This ain't Orlais.

[mactears]

Nothing in Orlais is respectable. [This he knows with certainty.]

[inagutterson]

Fancy cake shops are, mind your manners and stay in line there or you get tossed out sharpish.

[Ferelden has never produced a decent cake, Orlais meanwhile is full of delicious little munchables.]

You wanna meet or what, offer doesn't last forever, busy man people to do places to see can't even imagine how it is.

[mactears]

[Sigh. This is most certainly a trick--but it might be one that bears some fruit at its conclusion.]

If you can possibly pencil me into your schedule, I'm glad to meet.

[inagutterson]

Meet you by the boat from the Gallows to the better bits, not this...splendour we're shacked up in.

[Aunt Meredith's old digs, bit of a backward step if you ask him but literally nobody did so that's that then.]