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WHO: Beleth and YOU
WHAT: Beleth trying to help out around Skyhold and not trying to help out around the Warden Camp
WHEN: Late Justinian, around the time Leliana is sick.
WHERE: The rookery in Skyhold and the Warden Camp
NOTES: Verbal abuse aimed at ravens, cat bribery, and bacon theft.

1) The Rookery

With Leliana out of commission, there's a lot of information, notes, and reports that are piling up. Nothing important, of course, Beleth hasn't seen anything above her paygrade. She supposes that all of the serious information gets funneled somewhere else--Maria, or the other advisors, or maybe a chain of messenger nugs. In any event, she has a pile of fairly mundane information that Leliana will still need to sort through at some point, and unable to aid her mentor in other capacities, Beleth has taken it upon herself to try to organize the information for her. Everything is numbered and sorted into folders, and most of her time is spent writing a series of summaries with the sources noted, so if Leliana wants to read the original report, she knows where to look.

It's tedious, but fascinating, in a way. It feels good to help out Leliana in any way she can, keeping her from getting mobbed by the day to day information that would pile up otherwise. And it's good practice, if Beleth ever wants to be a real bard some day. And it certainly doesn't hurt to get a chance to be one of the first people to learn interesting pieces of gossip.

She can be found at Leliana's desk, with a pile of meticulously piled paperwork, scribbling away at a piece of parchment. She can also be found having an argument with a raven, trying to wrestle a cannister from him while the bird squawks and flaps and carries on like Beleth is personally attempting to murder him. And later on, after a failed attempt at bribing the raven in question, she can be found sitting again at Leliana's desk, this time with other ravens covering the desk and her, with a particularly fat one laying on her head. She's apparently given up on writing for now, muttering to one of the ravens in question.

"You can call me...Agent Belladonna. Hmm. Bard Belladonna. Hello, my name is.........Belladonna."

2) Camp Shady Fuckers

Having accumulated more raven feathers than anyone would ever need, ever, it is quite simply a crime to just let them lay around and gather dust. Luckily, there are ways to creatively use them for good causes. It is with this good cause in mind that elf slips over to one of the cooking fires in the camp, one that has bacon cooking over it, completely unattended. The bacon is liberated into a pouch, with one piece stuffed into her mouth. Then from another pouch, a bunch of raven feathers are taken out, and thrown around on the ground.

It's the perfect crime, probably. Until Beleth hears a meow.

She turns around to discover a familiar-looking cat, staring at her, in what is undoubtedly accusation. She looks left, right, then bends down, pulling a piece of the bacon from her pouch, and holding it out for the cat.

"You didn't see anything."

Threaded | Flat

Korrin's passing through the rotunda below when all the squawking and flapping gets her attention. Staring upward, she nearly calls out, then realizes that above the din, her voice might not be heard anyway. As there's nothing urgent on her end, she makes her way up the stairs to see what all the fuss is about. The rookery is rarely quiet, but it's not usually noisy enough to infect the area below.

"What the hell is going on up here?! I can hear you from--Beleth?" She stops and stares incredulously at the Dalish woman trying to reach the very annoyed raven, who definitely isn't making it easy for her.

A snowy owl flaps in through the window, causing the raven Beleth is struggling with to let go and fly off. The owl lands on a chair and becomes Pel. She has mentioned to Beleth by now that she has been learning shapeshifting, but Beleth hasn't had occasion to see until now.

Teren doesn't speak yet. She just stands behind Beleth, or towers rather, hands on her hips and her mouth pursed and her dark eyes fixed on the back of the elf's head. No that's fine, you can steal the Wardens' food and give it to cats, one just hopes you're ready to d i e f o r i t

Edited 2016-07-05 02:14 (UTC)

As per usual, Araceli comes in via the upper door of the rookery from the walkway, though she's just as prone to entering via one of the windows if Leliana knows that she's up there on the rooftop when she drops by to quickly let her know how things are progressing. Right now she's back from doing what Charter asked her to do which is basically what she already does: go to the tavern, listen to what people are saying, get them to say more. This just has the added step of writing it down and that's what she's carrying with her.

"Hola Beleth, hola cuervos!" She calls, no Lux with her since he'd spend the whole time having his tail pulled by Baron Plucky and Marion Squawke.

One of the ravens flies over to her quickly, perching on her shoulder to poke at one of her earrings as she joins Beleth, arching an eyebrow at her as she strokes the raven's head carefully; this bird tends to get sent after her since it's easier to send a bird to find Araceli rather than a scout when she's likely up on the rooftops or the walls. Another few she displaces when she hops up to perch herself on one of the remaining spots on the desk, smiling at her fellow bard.

"Is the crow part of Belladonna's persona?"

He's rarely far behind Purrelden. It's just because she's small, it's because she's his and she could be harmed for that. So when Purrelden meows, Anders circles the tent near the campfire and comes across Beleth... feeding her.

"Is she begging? She should know better than to do tha--why are there feathers everywhere?"

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