Princess Doghren gets her due [Closed]

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth, Alistair, Cade, and Princess Doghren, of course.
WHAT: Alistair has been MOPING and some idiots try to cheer him up
WHEN: Backdated to before Kirkwall arrival
WHERE: Camp Shady Fuckers
NOTES: n/a

Alistair might be suspicious that something is Amok, due to Cade's less-than-excellent lying abilities, but even so, the scene that awaited him in his bedroom would be...interesting. It's been decorated--kind of, with cheap and easy to assemble materials, like flowers and cloth--to roughly resemble a room of higher quality, like you might find in a castle.

On the table are plenty of the little Orlesian cakes that might be Orlais' sole redeeming quality, and next to them, on its own separate dish, is another little cake that looks, and smells, much different than the rest. Careful inspection can reveal that this is actually a cake-shaped piece of meat, with white gravy to resemble frosting.

But the most noticeable thing in the room is the chair in the middle, upon which sits Doghren, who is probably highly confused but content with current events. But the most absurd part of the entire thing is probably that someone managed to acquire a Doghren-sized dress fit for a true princess.

The culprit to all of this is not a particularly hard mystery to solve. As soon as Alistair enters, Beleth, sitting on his bed with her lute, promptly begins strumming a properly dignified tune.

"The princess' manservant," She announces, with all the solemnity that a true caller would use, "has arrived."

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[onlyhymns]

Cade leads Alistair into the room in his shuffling way, awaiting a disaster that may or may not have any likelihood of occurring, but even he can't help but smile when he sees Doghren looking so fancy.
"...it's not cakes," he sheepishly informs his friend, stepping back to allow Alistair to full take in the scene.