I thought about keeping my mouth shut about this and just working, since that's what everyone else is doing. But you know what?

FUCK THAT.

Fuck the people who came to the decision to let Anders walk off free to the Wardens, fuck you if you think it was all right, and fuck YOU especially, Anders!

This whole thing is a disrespect to the people who died in Kirkwall, who suffered because of this self-righteous pile of shit! And people more than just died and mourned, and more than just the fucking war he started. I lived there for years, before and after what happened. It's never been perfect, and I'm not gonna assume the shit that mages dealt with, but fuck you if you think this helped anyone! I couldn't even keep open. I had to find work elsewhere, and that worked out so well!

But hey, can't be too upset! Our fuckin' heroes the Wardens will just take anybody in without a care how it's affected the rest of us. They definitely know what's good for the rest of us! Like letting a crazy mage walk around because the Champion said so.

Fuck this.

[ Clearly, this message is being sent on slight impulse, a certain degree of stress and despair in his tone despite being delivered, initially, with somewhat sarcastic cheer. ]

It appears I have come into a sudden wealth of--

[ A brief pause, a struggle, not really wanting to say it. ]

--poultry. Livestock.

[ In the background, the gentle clucking of perfectly content chickens makes for a background to Dorian's clipped syllables, clenched teeth, the slight implication in his tone that he might laugh or cry or both, left unchecked. ]

Do come by if you would like one of these. Take as many as you can carry, you're welcome to them. They're not leaving, they just keep running back in, I swear they're following me around-- oh, look at this, just--! It laid an egg! In Nevarran satin! And feathers, everywhere, this coat was spotless, and now it looks like I've rolled around in a chicken--

[ This is the moment he realises why this is happening to him. ]

--coop. Well, I hope you're happy. [ Whether he's addressing a broody hen or Leliana is left to interpretation. ] But no, really, someone take them from-- no no no, get away from that--

[ Message ends. ]

This godless Inquistion shan't do.

[ It's not often that the former Knight-Commander speaks via sending crystal, but today he makes an exception. The message Alayre carries is a dire one. ]

Despite our progress thus far as a sustainable military force, I believe now is the time to mention the lack of faith that many our fellow soldiers lack.

( Blessed are the Peacekeepers, Champions of the Just )