mail delivery.

[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

[dashing]

( The accent and the name separately might not be significant, but the two together give her pause. Her voice is a little hesitant. His phrasing seems quite clear, but triple checking:)

Seoraj. Is that your name, or some other party?

[arlathvhen]

[ As Yngvi's boss, she should probably be concerned about this. ]

Try the tavern.

[ o well. ]

[inagutterson]

[Do you know how long it's been since he heard this voice it's been far too long is the only answer because he doesn't keep track really and he'll need to just make something up that sounds good.]

Seoraj? [Just to confirm. To be very sure that this is who it is he's hearing here but who else would slander and describe him so accurately in the same breath?] Where you throwin' me, why am I gettin' tossed you'll make over three quarters of the Inquisition jealous with that talk.

[Let him bask in this glow, let the 80s music play goddamn what is this.]

[sulena]

( she has a good idea of who she is speaking with. of course, Saoirse could be wrong and that would be utterly embarrassing but somehow she doubts that when she begins to speak— )

If you are who I believe you to be. My... the last time I saw you, I was braiding flowers in your hair. You didn't have the heart to tell me they were common garden weeds.