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[rowancrowned]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: Everyone in Kirkwall
WHAT: Thranduil graciously eats humble pie.
WHEN: Today! (12th Wintermarch)
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Following the fire.

This past Friday, there was a small fire in the section of the tower reserved for the Division heads, specifically my own office and private quarters. Thanks to the efforts of several, including Ser Coupe, no one was injured, and our greatest losses were a few pieces of furniture.

The blaze was my fault. I failed twice, in not properly banking the fire and checking the new wood for dampness caused by the logs being outside during a freeze, and also in not informing the staff that I would be out for the week.

Given the recent cold and what measures we take to remedy it, I politely request that no one repeat my foolishness, stay attentive, and review Gallows evacuation plans in case of a fire. Those that wish to speak with me will find me in the library until my office is cleaned, likely by the middle of next week.

Comments

[provenforce]

So starting with your office I should work on installing new fire-safety measures, then?

[ Not that she has any damn clue how to rig that up, it's not like they have Fire Extinguishers in Thedas. ]

[dirth]

I am glad to hear there was no loss of life. [ Which is... An honest enough statement, one supposes. ] Is the tower to be repaired?

[rowancrowned]

I would be delighted to learn what you had in mind.

[inagutterson]

[What's the verbal equivalent of a dwarf bodyslamming into someone after skidding over the floor on socks in his haste? Because that's roughly how this sounds.]

Are you alright? Is-- [M'lady but y'know, not going to say that because he's not stupid.]

[rowancrowned]

Nothing in need of repair. I have lost some goods, but I will replace them out of my own allowance. Once the smoke is scrubbed from the walls, it will be as if it never happened.

[ listen to him. being accountable. ]

[rowancrowned]

Leviathan is quite well. He was sleeping in my office at the time, and excused himself to the hall. He is clever.

[ cheerful (for thranduil) delivery. ]

How thoughtful of you to think of him.

private

[rowancrowned]

I am fine. My lady is fine. Emeric Vauquelin is alive and unharmed. Guilfoyle-- do you know, I never learned his family name, but perhaps he is less fine.

private;

[arcaneadvisor]

Growing careless in our advanced age are we?

[This has the pang of bullshit about it Thranduil.]

private;

[rowancrowned]

Very. When I am infirm, who do you think might be charged with spooning mashed turnips into my slack mouth?

[provenforce]

I'll think of something. In my universe we have compressed cans of a substance that smothers flames, I'm... not sure I could replicate that here, but I'll see what I can come up with.

[dirth]

Nothing of great expense, I hope. [ If only because it's harder to gather expensive things than cheaper. ] It is a relief to many to know that you will not need replacing.

[rowancrowned]

The mattress will be the worst, and it would hardly be fair if the replacement were to come from funds earmarked for new books or supplies. I will eat the bitter herbs and learn.

[ emeric's money anyway, fuck you emeric-via-guilfoyle for setting his bed on fire, he liked that bed. ]

Including you, I hope. Though if you wished for my position, I suggest letting go of your... lack of attachment to hair.

[rowancrowned]

I am glad the Gallows is nearly solid stone. It was built to last.

Are you well? Occupied and warm?

[dirth]

Sometimes, that is the best course. We must grow and learn, after all.

[ He's certainly done enough of that in his time, even if his words come out a little more teasing than philosophical. ]

I do not covet your role. [ Honestly!! ] But I count myself among the relieved, my friend. It is good to see you safe.

[provenforce]

That's true, but fire can destroy anything if it's hot enough. [ She's from a desert planet. Fire is a Problem. ]

I've been keeping busy, the Gallows always have areas in need of repair. Warm... not so much, but I'm from a place much warmer than this.

private.

[elegiaque]

I don't at all like your being made to look incompetent, but I suppose we're without preferable alternatives.

[meds4sale]

So even the most poised and graceful of the Inquisition can make careless blunders.

If there are burns, I have a salve that soothes.

[tar_minyatur]

Cousin, you aren't hurt?

private;

[arcaneadvisor]

Is that not the benefit of Orlesian nobility? You have so much time to make an impression upon them that they might care for you into your dotage.

[inagutterson]

Course, you know how loved that one is by me especially. You need me to check anything later I can come by.

private

[inagutterson]

[Surprisingly, the hissing doesn't come from the goose. That's all Yngvi, frantic and alarmed.]

Don't say that name! To say it is to summon him!

[If Yngvi has no fear of Emeric – more pity for that man than anything honestly – then he holds a very real, very true fear of the man who'd stood alongside on the balcony that night he'd made his escape from the estate.]

[rowancrowned]

This was only a small blaze.

[ but in kirkwall, with the remains of the chantry within sight, well. ]

Are you in need of supplies?

[rowancrowned]

And this is the sort of lesson with staying power.

[ already, he is making inquiries. she must be protected. he must find a way to bind myself tighter to this place. he and galadriel have no time to waste. ]

Not my office, nor the privacy of my rooms? Thank you. I will endeavor not to worry you.

[rowancrowned]

Hardie has taken him into his care, but it would not hurt for you to say hello. He is very fond of you.

private

[rowancrowned]

Did Lord Vauquelin set him on you as well?

[ for what, he wonders, and then contemplates the fact that yngvi is yet alive to speak of it. ]