Vashedan

[gatheringstorm]

WHO: Korrin and Krem (closed)
WHAT: A chat with Krem about Kas' disturbing news.
WHEN: After her talk with Kas.
WHERE: Skyhold (vague for now, will edit as need be)
NOTES: Knowing Korrin, language. Also probably references to Qunari culture, especially the saarebas thing.

After that very disturbing conversation with Kas and then passing on the news to Taashath, Korrin wastes no time in seeking Krem out. It might be wiser to wait until she's less agitated before having that conversation, but one thing Korrin's never possessed much of is patience. She's confused and appalled, and needs answers that can only come from her Charger friend.

Whenever and wherever she encounters him, Korrin begins the conversation the same way, heading over with a grim expression and blunt words. "We need to talk." Somewhere else is implied if there's any chance for an audience.

Comments

[gatheringstorm]

"Oh, Maker." Korrin huffs in amusement, already facepalming. "I can picture it now; the property damage, the lack of anyone being upright afterward, either from qunari liquor dares or said ass-kicking. I'm not sure Skyhold could survive that much mercenary enthusiasm. Just thinking about it is making me want to go to the Commander and preemptively apologize for the upcoming headache."

[kremdelacreme]

Krem can't help laughing at the idea of Cullen's face when he looked down on the courtyard and saw a lot of mercenaries playing war games. "So we go find a big, open area in the middle of the Hinterlands. Or maybe Orlais. Stage some fun noisemaking out in the middle of some noble's vacation home property."

[gatheringstorm]

"Ooh, I like that idea. I'll have to mention that in my next letter; maybe they'll be enough to get their asses back down south. Right now I think they're in...Nevarra? Or they were last."

But that might not be true now, since they move around a lot. If not for her more or less stable address in Skyhold, Korrin would have more issues with actually tracking them down.

[kremdelacreme]

"I'm sure no matter where your men have found themselves, Lady Nightingale's crows will be able to find them," Krem assures her, reaching up and giving her arm a companionable little squeeze. Even if the matter hadn't been really settled, at least they'd reached a calm point where they could talk as friends again.

[gatheringstorm]

Korrin glances over with a soft smile at that, her temper gone. She'd made her point and she was sticking to it, but that doesn't mean she wants to lose Krem as a friend.

"You're right, of course. And they won't stop sending letters about whatever nonsense they're up to, anyway. Shokrakar mentioned them putting together a 'care package'. That could be...interesting."

[kremdelacreme]

"A care package, huh?" With the way she says that, Krem imagines it could only mean liquor, maybe some food or a joke gift, but mostly liquor. "That'll be interesting when it arrives."