You don't hate a person because someone told you to

[motherfucking_ghost]

WHO: Church aaand anyone who wants to show up!
WHAT: Rifter meeting reboot
WHEN: Noon-ish on the 24th-ish
WHERE: Upper room of the Herald's Rest
NOTES: After this notice went up. People who are not Rifters are welcome to show up--nothing stopping them from dropping in, and he isn't going to cause an incident (probably) by throwing anyone out.
Mingle! Share knowledge! Talk about your trials with your pain lasers!

He's not nervous. He's totally not nervous. This is just like calling a Blue Team meeting, except with a lot more people, and most of them (probably) aren't dumbasses. Araceli believes in him, for some reason, so, obviously, he's got this in the bag. His letter was super professional and everything.

Look, there's even some snacks! People can get drinks downstairs. What does he look like, a bartender?

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[hugeinorlais]

"You met the Ambassador yet?" Varric asked, completely unperturbed by the sudden change in topic. "Lady Josephine Cherette Montilyet of Antiva. She's the most cutthroat negotiator I've ever met, a brilliant business woman, and has a fondness for fancy parties, fresh cut flowers, and gold blouses with, you guessed it: ruffles."

Varric motioned vaguely in the direction of the Great Hall and, subsequently, Josephine's office beyond.

"She's nice, very helpful, but cross her and she'll shame your family for generations to come and everyone in Orlais will give you weird looks for decades." Varric paused. "Actually, I guess there's no risk in you pissing her off. Small favors, huh?"

[motherfucking_ghost]

"The tiny ambassador chick with the accent! One of the leaders of the Inquisition. And you call her Ruffles." That's beautiful. This guy's beautiful. "I think I'm gonna like you, Mister Tethras. I'm Church, guy from the painfully politically correct letter. And I totally appreciate your help so long as you're not actually some kind of infiltration specialist bent on tattling on whatever we say or assassinating us or anything."

Look, you never know.

[hugeinorlais]

"Church, aye? Pleased to meet you and, honestly, that was a pretty well crafted bit of writing. Very inoffensive. Even the Seeker couldn't find something to be angry about in that, and that's her basically favorite past-time."

Varric made a noncommittal sound and waved one hand back and forth a bit.

"Technically? I'm a pretty good spy but I don't really do the tattling part, or the assassinating part. I'm more the sneaking in and picking locks guy, occasionally the setting up traps guy. But this?" He gestured at the room on whole. "This is my 'me time', personal business only."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"I spent all damn morning trying to figure out how to word it, then I had to write three of them, very carefully. You said you're a writer? Please tell me you guys have invented the printing press yet." As for the Seeker... "So glad Seek-and-Destroy thought it was inoffensive. She's got kiiind of a reputation, and I'm not looking forward to having her super angry face up in my face with a super angry sword at my throat. For that to be fun, there need to be some safewords in place."

Neither here nor there, of course. "Then our business is your business. I don't know if this is gonna be a regular...thing or not. I'd like it to be. Just gotta figure out all the kinks first. Baby steps."