Sending Crystal

[lifeofendurance]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Aleron Darton
RECIPIENT: The Inquisition
WHAT: Al's Mama has sent an unwanted gift. He wants to give it away.
WHEN: Nowish, but wiggleroom for responses
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Nuglets. Mama is trying to teach him how to diplomacy. Ahahahahaha. Fail.

[That squeaking sound? That's the sound of a crate of nuglets. Eight nug babies to be precise. Over the top of it can be heard Aleron grousing under his breath: Maker and I thought the dresses were bad.]

It appears I have come into the possession of a crate of nugs, which I am to 'distribute as I see fit'?

[Quiet muttered grumbling as he tries reading the note again and sweet Andraste has Mama gone mad?]

Honestly, Mother, how am I to know what... 'prized pets with darling outfits'? Why?

There is attire of some sort for the nugs if that is of any interest. They'll be in the Gallows for anyone who wants them.

Comments

[exequy]

[ Marchers are only like one half-step above Southerners anyway. ]

The Battle of Squeaking Fields or— [ his impatient I don't know handwave isn't visible but sort of implied in his tone ] —whatever they called it.

[lifeofendurance]

[Ah. Not Aleron's place to call someone out on manners but not a topic for polite company. Not that he's so great at the polite company talk.]

I believe the remainder are going to the kitchens. A practical use for the excess.

[exequy]

[ Calling him out would have no effect anyway. ]

Be sure to send those lineage papers too. Maybe if there's served on top of them the Orlesians will be willing to eat them.

[lifeofendurance]

[Aleron actually snorts softly at that because he does rather wonder if that's true.]

No love lost for Orlais, I take it?