a fine gift

[wickedchase]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Twisted Fate
RECIPIENT: Everyone except, suspiciously, Beleth.
WHAT: A very important request.
WHEN: Post-Quarantine adventures
WHERE: Kirkwall, probably
NOTES: it's twisted fate

[When Twisted Fate speaks, it's a little slurred and his posh accent has shifted into the more traditional Dalish one, which only means one thing, really.

He's drunk as hell.]

Everyone-- everyone. Your attention, please.

I am in desperate need. Of a goat.

[A long pause of him drinking.]

The finest goat! A fluffy, fluffy goat bred of the best genes. I need to know who breeds the best goats.

It's very important I find it. Right now.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

...okay, I'll bite.

Why?

[wickedchase]

Korrin! Perfect. You can help me.

It's a present.

[gatheringstorm]

Of course I will, what could possibly go wrong?

So who's it for and how far into your cups did the beer fairy grant you this wonderful idea?

[justice_is_blond]

Have you had anything to drink that isn't alcoholic in the last, I don't know, day?

[wickedchase]

Hang on. Let me think about that...

[wickedchase]

Hmm...

[wickedchase]

[one long SSSSIIIPPPPP]

[wickedchase]

Nope.

[judgemewhole]

....why do you need a goat, serah?

[wickedchase]

A better question! Why wouldn't I need a goat?

[iceblade]

[Chuckle.] Strange needs, lowlander. Are you sure you want to be asking that where all can hear?

[wickedchase]

All but one.

Heh heh. Calculated.

[keenly]

There's a really good distributor in the market district--healthy goats, reasonable prices, good reputation. Name of Edith.

[wickedchase]

Hmm. But how do the goats look? What are they fed? Don't suppose you know the details.

[tar_minyatur]

I am in equally desperate need to know why.

[wickedchase]

I don't know, how desperate are you?

[aforethought]

Ain't none of them in bottles?

[wickedchase]

No! I checked. It's awful.

I guess I better check the rest of these bottles. All by myself!

[castintoflames]

Are you craving goat's milk? (He can't really blame someone for wanting a fluffy goat. It's just a bit strange.)

[wickedchase]

Oh absolutely not. But goat cheese... sounds good? I wasn't considering that before.

what

[wheretheferngrows]

...I can find you a sheep, probably.

[wickedchase]

Hmm. What would the condition of said sheep be?

[aventuriere]

I'm fascinated. Is it a local custom?

[wickedchase]

Ssssort of not really at all. Not local.

not here

[arlathvhen]

[ Somewhere off in an Orlesian spa, Beleth takes the cheese wheels off her eyes, and squints into the distance. There's bullshit afoot.

Or maybe she's just sensing the strapping young man offering her a variety of drinks. She lays back down, puts the cheese wheels back over her eyes, and reaches for a glass of wine. ]