Aleron looks up from his baleful staring at the letter in hand. The broken seal is the green wax used by his sister. There's a slow shake of his head, denying the presence of illness in the family, though he rather wishes he'd stuck to the typical toss in the fire.

"Not at all, unless you count her page long account of the 'chartreuse monstrosity' that Lady..." He shifts through the pages to check the name, "...Jolene wore to her party last month. She says it nearly burned her eyes out of her head."

And people wonder why he just burns her letters unread.

"The Veil is rent, a darkspawn magister is threatening to destroy Thedas, and my sister's greatest worry is that she won't have a new frock in time to impress someone of minor consequence."