Would someone be willing to look after my parrot and dracolisk for a while? The dracolisk must be exercised daily. Bastard... the parrot... tends to look after himself… but I'd like to ensure that he doesn’t cause too much trouble.

Actually, has anyone seen a blue parrot around lately? I'm unsure of his whereabouts. [...probably disrupting chantry services again, he's pretty sure.]

I’ll be willing to repay the favor, of course.

[ooc: feel free to have spotted the parrot swearing up a storm anywhere around skyhold!]

[Crystal]

Is anyone interested in sparring sometime in the near future? There’s a new technique I’ve learned that I’d like to practice with more… Any fighting types are welcome, whether warriors, mages, ninj- I mean, rogues- or anything else at all.

[Now Kain has become a Reaver in truth. He’d done it. He’d drunk the blood of a dragon. He’ll never forget how it had tasted, and what had happened after drinking... It had felt like dying and falling and it had left him passed out for a good long while. Upon waking, he’d felt a difference immediately. He’s done something no dragoon ever has before, and he wonders if this means he’s surpassed his father. He has to train those skills now, of course, he’s still very much beginning. But he’s moved past the point of no return and he’s excited to see what comes next.]

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[Bulletin Board]

[The following anonymous comment is posted sneakily at an early hour to the bulletin board, by a left-handed writer who very obviously tried to disguise their handwriting:]

We all have certain needs that must be fulfilled. Where I’m from, there was this very pleasing magazine series called Lustful Lali-Ho which depicted… Well, I’ll leave that to the imagination. Dwarves were involved, although they’re not an absolute requirement for what I seek. Might there be something along those lines here? Please place an answer below.

[Where is your porn, Thedas? Inquiring minds need to know!]

Ah, Skyhold. Terribly good to be back home. I'm certain you all missed me, didn't you?

In any case.

Clan Frandruil has notified me that they wish to send halla our way. Terribly considerate of Keeper Shoshanna to show such gratitude. I don't particularly care what the Inquisition wishes to do with them, so I defer to those part of Clan Ashara. They are yours, as far as I am concerned.

In any case, something of more immediate concern and interest to me: I've received a mark from the rift we dealt with. As terribly excited as I am to be blessed with this, I'd like to do a little more research on this. [And maybe remove it, but he has a feeling that's impossible.] Those of you already familiar with your own magical glowing green marks, please, enlighten me with whatever you know.

And before I forget: Sera, I've placed your things back in the room in the tavern. If you happen to find anything of mine left in there, it's yours to do with.

I think that ought to do it. I'll be in the tavern, drinking myself silly.

Hey. Uh-- sorry, this is Ruby. Red. Whichever.

( there's a long pause. )

So, any of the Rifters - or any of the Thedosians, too - have you had people leave, before? The people from other worlds that you knew. I--

( A little exhale, like she tried to laugh at herself for being all sad, but it ultimately fell short. )

I joined the Inquisition with a friend of mine from home, Emma. But, uh... I think she's gone. She is gone. I went to try and track her, and everything, and... she wouldn't go off without saying goodbye, you know?

Anyway, uh, this is just a heads up. Emma Swan is gone, but if you had any business with her or whatever then I'll try settle it up for you.

[A sound can be heard in the background, a high pitched voice saying, “Fuck off, dust bugger!” Over and over and over again.]

Will you be quiet?

[Kain attempts to move away with the crystal so the sound of swearing gets a little more distant, but doesn’t yet end.]

Has anyone in Skyhold lost a parrot? He's large, mostly blue with some yellow near the beak and eyes… and all he does is swear. Loudly. Inconveniently. [Really, the language in itself isn't the issue so much as the timing.] I’m told a lot of his curses are dwarven. [He pauses, the bird’s phrase shifting to, "Nughumping son of a darkspawn!"]

…What is a nug, anyway? [Does he really want to know?]

[To say that Korrin's upset at the revelation is a vast understatement, and though her tone is even over the sending crystal, it's a forced calm. Anyone who knows her is likely well-aware of the depths of her fury, though there's been enough ranting over the crystal lately. So instead:]

Anyone else having the powerful urge to drink and vent, you're welcome to join me at the tavern. I'm buying. And just to be clear, I'm not challenging a damn thing. I just want a fucking drink, that's all.

[No ranting over the sending crystal, but she is claiming the venting corner, Merrick. Be prepared.]

Korrin Ataash here, with some news. I just received a care package from my company, which among other things, includes a shit-ton of maraas-lok. There's far more of it than I could ever possibly want, so I'm making it available to anyone who wants some. Consider this a parting gift, before I head out on assignment in a few days, so sooner is better if you're that interested.

Just so we're clear; it's strong, strong enough that even I treat it with caution. If you don't care about abusing your throat or remaining conscious for long, it's awesome. If you want something to savor, this isn't it. That's all the warning you're getting from me, though. I'm not your mother or your babysitter and as long as you're a consenting adult, that's all I care about.

Anyway, I'll be with the training dummies or in the ring. Come find me whenever.

[A written copy of this will be made for Taas and placed in his quarters for when he returns.]