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[serjeant]

FORM: Crystal.
SENDER: Seoraj Allaway.
RECIPIENT: You lot.
WHAT: Couple things.
WHEN: Current.
WHERE: Kirkwall.
NOTES: If your character has anyone who'd write them from Val Royeaux, feel free to put their hand up as one of the names he reads out.

This a funny little thing, isn't it. Ho, the Inquisition;

( and this is a very distinctly starkhaven accent, too, and the warm, somewhat gravelly voice it belongs to might be recognisable to some of those listening to it, )

your new blacksmith. Got a few letters come out of Val Royeax for - ( he goes through the names, mostly not mangling the pronunciation though there are a few that give him trouble and he sounds them out with care ) - if you want to come down to the forge for 'em. Don't mind coming to you, if needs be, and I'd mind less if you were inclined to be grateful.

( give him a beer it was a long trip. )

Other'n that, if you see a little fellow looks like he last bathed before he were born and answers to name of Yngvi, tell him Seoraj is looking for him and how high I toss him in the air depends how long it takes me to find him.

( Disclaimer probably won't toss him in the air. He sounds affectionate, not like he's owed money. )

Comments

[inagutterson]

This is my city, is it my fault that humans don't look both ways and some of them wear six layers of skirts and that's just a certain breed of Templar?

[Wait--

Is that--

Oh yes it is! Let him just kind of weave through some folk to appear as casual as possible with some tiny pink faces poking out of pockets because what did you expect of his children.] I'm here, I'm keeping all my bits intact cheers. No tossing.