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WHO: Alejandro Borges
WHAT: Alejandro is in the Undercroft making shit, you can come bother him.
WHEN: Catch-all for Bloomingtide
WHERE: Skyhold Undercroft
NOTES: Alejandro.

OPEN

It's been an eventful time in the Inquisition, and even though he's not been in any field missions -- nor does he really intend to be anytime soon -- there's enough that goes on in Skyhold for anyone to be preoccupied. Whether it's damned mage terrorists hanging around being smug dicks, or a random bizarre illness sweeping over the residents because of weird-as-fuck armor, nothing stays quiet for long.

One day, shit will stop being weird and he'll go back to Antiva or something.

That'll be the day.

But today, specifically, Alejandro is working away, focused on a crafting what seems to be a little soldier figurine of sorts. The figurine is clamped in his prosthetic arm while his real hand is working on the finer details.

ZEVRAN

A simple note had been left for his old friend.

Zev,

Your shit's finished. Come say hello and I'll show you the details.

- Alejandro

Which is true enough. After working on Zevran's request and several bumps in the road, he's developed some things he feels fairly proud of to share. That, and a little something for Zevran himself, if he wants it.

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I'm sorry did you say focusing because wow it would sure be inconvenient if someone (Kaisa) threw the door to the undercroft open and started yelling like a banshee.

Anyway, that's exactly what just happened.

"HAAAARRIIIIII--you're not Harritt." Kaisa informs Alejandro primly as she swaggers on in, crossing her arms and giving him a look that says that she is personally holding him responsible for not being the blacksmith she'd wanted. "You're that one punk." Which narrows it down a lot, because the Inquisition isn't full to bursting with punk asses or anything.

When the door is thrown open with a big loud-mouthed Warden shouting for Harritt, Alejandro grits his teeth and nearly fucks up while working on his tiny soldier man figurine.

Fuckin' rude.

A brow is raised at her and he unclasps the figure from his prosthetic fingers. Punk. He hasn't been called that in ages.

"And you're that fuckin' loud Warden," he says without any irony at all because it's not as if he himself is particularly quiet. "Harritt's out, obviously. If you want somethin', you can ask or wait until he comes grumblin' back. Which probably won't be for awhile."

"I am the fucking loud Warden!" Kaisa replies cheerily, grinning as broadly as if Alejandro had just rained down compliments upon her person. "The loud ass punk and the fucking loud Warden. It sounds like some kind of opera. Where we duel to the death, or something."

Unphased by his ever so subtle attempts to boot her out of the Undercroft, she strolls on in like she personally owns the place and has provided Alejandro his space out of the goodness of her heart. "I wanted to ask him about some armor he was fixing up for me. Warden armor. It can only be Harritt, because our armor is filled with Wardeny secrets," She lies, plopping down on a bench.

"If I told you the Wardeny secrets of my Wardeny armor, I'd have to kill you, and everyone would be all up in a tizzy again, and we might get moved even further away from Skyhold and quite frankly, the walking is a pain in the ass already."