This is Pel. I've just been informed that I will be transferring to Skyhold, effective as soon as I can pack my bags.

I requested this transfer. Between my position, my projects, my daughter, the death of one of the dearest friends I had in the world, I can't focus the way I need to. I'm missing my own child's infancy. Maybe it'll help to go somewhere quieter and do a less busy job.

You...you've all become my family. And if you need me, I'll be a crystal's call away. This is just something I have to do.

[Pel rattles off the talking points like she's reading them from a list and using the fewest possible words to convey them.]

Anyone in either the Veil project or the Artifacts project, please attend a joint meeting this afternoon if you're able. There will be food. It will be in the elven artifacts laboratory in the Gallows, so please remember not to touch anything you haven't been invited to touch. Thank you.

[Meeting log is here]

Good evening, fellow members of the Inquisition. I am Thranduil, a Rifter.

I have had the pleasure of meeting most of you during my time here in Thedas, numbering, at present, a little under two years. I have done my best to become a contributing member of the force dedicated to halting the monster known as Corypheus and his foul machinations across this land. As it becomes apparent that I may well be spending the rest of my life here, I have sought to educate myself on the manners and histories of Thedas so that I might be of better use to the Inquisition, who saw fit to host me and the others like me.

I have recently been appointed as the head of the Research division. I am honored and humbled by the appointment, and so vow to do my utmost to stand as an example of how we guests ought to conduct ourselves whilst also furthering the noble cause of the Inquisition.

[ he stops for a moment, to allow that to sink in, before continuing. ]

In that vein, I am announcing a reorganization of the division with an eye to the priorities most crucial to the Inquisition. Signing up for a meeting time may be done in person, as there is a schedule on my office door, located on the top floor of the Gallows, or over the crystals. I have no intention of requiring anyone to switch projects; rather, I wish to outline the standards I will be setting in place for communication, conduct, and reports.

Furthermore, and should they be willing, I welcome all project leaders who feel as though we have not yet properly become acquainted to come to my office and introduce themselves, as all members of the Inquisition ought to make use of the library and benefit from the information gathered by my department.

Again, it is a pleasure and an honor to hold this position. I thank you for your time.

[ gently, almost as an afterthought: ]

And, ah-- Maedhros Fëanorion, and Fingon Fingolfinion, [ why, sindarin naming conventions.] allow me to be the first to welcome you in kinship to Thedas. My office door is open to you as well.

[Private to Iskander, Petrana, and Beleth:]

I believe it would not be amiss to meet for dinner this evening, and discuss the new state of things. I have much to learn.

 
My name is Pel, or Woman-with-the-yarn-shop.  About...well, last year, I encountered an ancient pres--you know, if you want to hear the story, ask.  Right now, I'm just offering mages training to become what books obscure enough to write about it at all sometimes call Arcane Warriors.  A bit like Knight-enchanter magic.  Now I feel practiced enough to teach it, I'm offering.  And it needn't be only elves applying; best give the practice all the chance it has not to die off again.

And you'll need a sword.

[There's a short intake of breath as if the person with the crystal is suddenly reconsidering this decision and wondering if it's a bad idea. That's because he is, and this probably also is. The pause that comes after is due to him debating if he should just put down the crystal and walk away or if he should charge on anyway.

The latter, as usual, wins out. Anders clears his throat.]

Good afternoon. Due to... I'm Anders.

[Master speechmaker.]

There is still a great deal of confusion and emotion connected to what I did and the site where it happened. In an effort to try to help, I am offering to answer questions. Ask them if you have them. I don't promise to answer everything. If something seems a deliberate attempt to be rude or provoke, I'll ignore it. But if you've a genuine interest in an answer, I will try to provide it.

[The message ends abruptly so that he can now take a shaky breath and sit down and wonder if he's just been an idiot.]

Why is 'knife-ear' worse than 'rabbit?'

Good day, to every member of the Inquisition currently helping take care of the Gallows. We've been making some amazing progress, and I'm sure that our contributions will give this place the overhaul that it desperately needs. With time, the Gallows will become a symbol of hope, rather than despair.

If I may, I'd like to take time to discuss ideas for one of those symbols. Specifically, those horrid statues that are strewn about. Now that they will...probably no longer attempt to kill us.

I've been informed that there are artisans willing to melt down the statues and create new ones to be put in their place. Additionally, our group has been given permission to choose what kind of statues would be put up there. Suffice to say, whatever we go with will make a statement about our goals here. The Inquisition is trusting us to make sure that statement is positive.

So, I would like to discuss possibilities with everyone, and see if we can get some good ideas going.

To start the ball rolling, if it's alright, I'd like to share my own proposal. Of course, this is only a suggestion, and I welcome any other voices.

I propose that we have the statues remade to represent the diverse groups within the Inquisition. Have a statue of a dwarf, another of a Dalish, another of a mage, etc, etc. It would send a message of cooperation and coexistence, and hopefully promote such in our new home.

The floor is open for further suggestions.

What's a good name for a sword?

[beat]

Not Alexander.

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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