FORM: Is this a written message sent by hand? By raven? Is it a message by sending crystal?
SENDER: The Iron Bull
RECIPIENT: Anyone hanging around Skyhold atm.
WHAT: Recovered from his wounds in the Fade, Bull is sick to death of sitting around not doing shit. Time to fix that.
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: n/a

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Val de Foncé (and with him, as always, is Jehan Mercier)
RECIPIENT: e v e r y o n e
WHAT: the scholars of Orlais have something to say.
WHEN: now, right now
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: aren't they charming.


Inquisition, we are confused.

[Melodious, Orlesian, flirtatious (somehow even in this most simple of sentences): these are three words one might use to describe the sound of Val's voice. It makes confused sound kind of fun, if a bit puzzling.]

My friend and I have come all this way to be an asset to you. And now we have arrived here, to your Skyhold, and we find so much to be in want. How have you all managed so far, with these conditions? I am a man used to the roughness of a camp, a life of travel. I love this life. You'll find no one loves it more than me. But a camp, that is one thing, and this? It is meant to be a city, of a sort. Yet there is no apartment for us. There is barely a work space, in your library--we have been, my friend and I. We have seen the conditions. There is barely a book there.

I am sorry for you, Inquisition.

[So sincere. A pause, in which he has pressed a hand to his chest, in a deep show of pity. And then, briskly, cheerfully:]

But we will not leave you there, in sorrow. The good news. You now have, among your numbers, me. An introduction: Valentine de Foncé, a master architect, among many other masteries, too numerous to name. If you ask sweetly, I'll tell you them all. If you ask very sweetly, I'll give demonstration. And for the Inquisition, I will offer my services, and my knowledge--and so, too, does my friend. If only so we can get a decent space in which we can do our work. And believe me: you want this. We have arrived to be your greatest blessing.

Now, tell me. With business sorted: what does anyone do for fun around here?

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Alistair & Zevran
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: The boys broadcast a simple thinking game.
WHEN: Before Leliana’s assassination attempt.
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Adult Content, Alcohol Consumption, Adult Language, Some Sexual Content, Reader Discretion is Advised

FORM: Written Notices, posted around Skyhold, also an announcement via the Crystals, for those who can't read.
SENDER: The Surviving Sparrows (Andra for the audio)
RECIPIENT: all of Skyhold
WHAT: An Invitation
WHEN: posted around 5 Justinian
WHERE: The Sparrow's encampment
NOTES: Link to relevant mingle log forthcoming.

FORM: Sending crystal.
SENDER: Alejandro Borges
RECIPIENT: erryone
WHAT: Smithy lectures, y'anno.
WHEN: Before any Western Approach shit happens.
WHERE: Skyhold. I feel Skyheld.
NOTES: Alejandro's language, the usual.