Inquisition, and those quite not Inquisition: ( have one, tired Ferelden-born Warden who seems to be eating something? probably apples. its apples )

I'll be putting together training exercises designed to teach the basics of mounted combat within the coming weeks. If this is something you are interested in then you are welcomed to join, if not then perhaps you can still learn something to take into the coming battles we may face in the future. No sense in learning your mount isn't fond of sharp pieces of metal, explosions and a crazed grin when they drop you on your ass while bolting in the opposite direction.

I have talent with a sword, bow and bombs but sadly lack that magic spark to be of much help there. I am sure we might think of something together, and that you mages do not accidentally scare your own mounts with your colorful displays of power.

Ah... my name is Ciri, Grey Warden. You can't miss me between the grey hair, facial scar and sharing the company of only the best horse in Thedas. Her name is Kelpie, if she likes you then I certainly hope you enjoy apples. She likes to spoil her friends.

[Kain sounds very weary, just a bit out of it somehow. Though at least he's finally up for using the crystal, for the first time in a good while. It worked well enough last time he had something nagging at his mind, so why not now? It's technically related, since he figured out what he has to do, but... it's not going to be easy.]

If there was something you had to tell someone, and you weren't sure how to approach it... where would you even start? I'm not sure if I... [He trails off, letting that whole train of thought go, not having any way to complete it. He's had too much time to think, lately.]

I'm getting far too restless here... if anyone can manage to help me sneak out of this place, I'll owe you.

Hello, Wardens. This is Alistair.

[ Hopefully they all know his voice by now. But you never know. ]

We've overstayed our welcome here. I think we actually had overstayed it a few minutes after the first of us arrived. So we're going to Kirkwall, where I'm sure we will be welcomed with open arms and smiling faces and fresh fruit and soft beds and fluffy kittens—

Anyway, be ready to leave with the rest of them. And if you have any complaints, you can direct them to Nathaniel Howe. He was just telling me how much he wants to hear them.

Inquisition.

[This is Val. Don’t stop listening, his tone is grave and serious, which means what follows will be equally grave and serious.]

When one thinks of the noblest of creatures, beasts of the air, one must first and always think of griffons. The dragon, she has a certain unspeakable loveliness, a loveliness of her form, in all her savage glory, but if the word to meditate upon is nobility, then it is the griffon that comes first to mind. On this, we can all agree, yes?

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Politics aside - is that possible? Can we do that? I have faith in you, all of you -

[ Getting off topic there Alistair. ]

Politics aside, [ Alistair's voice continues, with scolding emphasis aimed at himself, ] who wears skirts better, do you think? Mages or Templars?

[ xoxo ]

Urrrgent question: what's the most charming way you've ever been flirted with? And the least charming. Or the most and least charming ways you've ever flirted with someone else.

I know how this sounds, but I really am asking for a friend.

—if you know any good puns, share those, too.

That's all. Thank you.

Tell me. What would you consider a fate worse than death?

Hello Wardens and... [ assassins and bards and blood mages? ] ...friends. This is Alistair; I'm in Halamshiral; there's a market that hasn't been burned down yet. Does anyone need anything?

If it's expensive, you may have to send me some money. Or tell me how it will stop the Blight. One of the two.