[ OPEN ] Now I need to grease a palm

[fleurdesel]

WHO: Adelaide LeBlanc & You
WHAT: Letters & a Loot Crate
WHEN: Current
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Political Pandering

[ Courtyard ]

The letters she'd expected more or less. Those from her family she certainly expected. The note from Baron Jean Bonnot less so- but she might as well see if there was anything particularly terrible that was worth mocking in the latest note. When she was asked to sign for something Adelaide grew concerned, but did so. And found herself in the possession of an unwieldy crate stamped with her family crest- at least the courier was kind enough to leave her a crow bar before shuffling off for a hot meal and a quick rest. Stacks of letters in her hands she hasn't even gotten around to reading but this? Needs investigation. She can be found attempting to pry the lid off the crate and failing due to a lack of proper leverage. Assistance would be lovely.

Once open the contents of the Crate are as follows:

• A small case of horn balm
• Assorted carvings of Halla
• Assorted carvings of griffons
• An hourglass with heavy templar/chantry iconography
• A set of ornate pens
• A bagged pipe in Plaidwave
• An assortment of small bottles of Orlesian Wine
• Contracts for litters of Mabari from the Lowell family
• Assorted small fine cheeses
• A box of assorted chocolates
X2 - 1 remaining
• Assorted stationary & inks
• Assorted oils for leathers & Polish for armor
• A tome on Magical Theory
• A few small bags of coffee beans
• Maps for the Inquisition & Trade Agreements with the branches of the LeBlanc family
• Rifter Care Packages containing:
  
  
  • Tins of biscuits
  • Packets of bagged tea
  • A written pamphlet 'Welcome to Thedas- a primer' a basic rundown of races, countries, the chantry, some loose and very simplified notations on mages & templars; all biased heavily by Orlesian sentiment.
  • Salve for the aching hand
  • Woolen knit socks
• A smaller package wrapped separately for Adelaide alone.

Adelaide will spend the remainder of the afternoon distributing the tokens of support from the branches of her family to their intended recipients, Dalish, Vashoth, Qunari, Templar, Mage, Scholar, Rifter, etc. Afterward she will take the case for herself and get a much needed drink to read her letters.


[ Tavern. ]

Once everything is distributed to her satisfaction or at least to the best of her ability, Adelaide spends a well earned evening in the tavern, glass of wine at her elbow, looking over a series of letters from her family and from the Baron, catching up on news of the world beyond Skyhold, why she received a crate of what was effectively sanctioned bribery, and trying to decide if opening that last little case is worth the trouble.


[ ooc: Loot for the loot god- swing by and grab swag. ]

Comments

[qunari]

So some fancy Orlesian house was making a power play inside the Inquisition? Water must be wet.

Bull snorts, pulling to his feet with a jar in his hands. "Well, you could do worse. A lot of folks'll be happy getting their hands on these, and a morale boost isn't the worst thing to ask for."

Meanwhile yes, he'll happily get his mitts on a batch of that horn balm, thank you.

[fleurdesel]

"...They are care packages for the Rifters." What. Mother, what? "I thought myself beyond this. I truly did. I should have known better."

At least the Inquisition will be gathering some much needed supplies in some instances, a few luxuries in others, and their ploy might even come to fruition in that she'll be slightly less known as the cranky mage of the healing tents and more of the Orlesian that handed out gifts.

There are worse things to be.

"...I never had an opportunity to thank you." Mostly due to being thoroughly unsettled at the time. "For the night of the wake. Breaking up the scuffle."

Templars and mages, Dorian and her caught in the middle, it hadn't been pretty. Cassandra she managed to thank, eventually. Bull has been gone.

[qunari]

The whole affair had been a mess. A good fight, he's got no issue with, but that had been a boiling pot long overdue for a spill. Just a lucky thing no one got messed up any worse than they did. "Don't mention it. Just didn't want them trashing my favorite spot in the keep," he replies with a slight shrug.

Things had been less strained since then, to some degree, but mages and templars co-existing in peaceful harmony was still a ways out. And he wouldn't even say he couldn't see where the templars were coming from. Some of them, anyway.

[fleurdesel]

"Of course." Still, propriety dictates she offer him something and if she is not entirely mistaken- his pants are silk. Which is...an interesting choice for a Ben Hassrath mercenary or an entirely appropriate one, but it is enough for her to take one of the bottles of Orlesian wine and, on a whim, one of the bags of coffee beans and offer them to him. "A token of my gratitude, as I am grateful."

As much for what he'd done as she was for everyone politely ignoring her anxiety at the time.

[qunari]

An eyebrow raised. "Well shit. You don't have to do that."

Still, it'd be rude to refuse. The little gifts are easily held in one massive hand, a slow smile creasing his lips as he nods his head in respect. "No one wants chaos breaking out in their own backyard. But if you need any other fights broken up, just let me know. Showing up's usually enough to make everyone involved think twice."

[fleurdesel]

"Have to, no. Want to?" There are- well. She doesn't have words for the thoughts of what she might want to do if she were more brave and less daunted by the size of him and the truth of his vocation. She doesn't even have thoughts for the thoughts. "Yes. And if you've any particular requests of Orlesian goods; pass the word along. You and our Chargers fight hard for the Inquisition."

They are paid well, of course, but- service above and beyond? Warrants gratitude beyond mere coin.

[qunari]

He'd figured it would take longer for people to warm to the Chargers than they did. But he's not surprised, per se. They're professionals, they get the job done, and they don't start trouble in the ranks. That's more than can be said for the mages and templars, at any rate. A fact he wisely keeps to himself, mouth pulling into a smirk.

"Won't say no to more horn balm. That shit's hard to get hold of down here, roughing it with the savages."

[fleurdesel]

"I shall see that the Inquisition is well stocked for your sake." It'll only become colder and dryer as the months wear on and winter hardens in a harsh freeze. Up this high in the mountains it is bound to become unbearable in short order. Besides-

There are worse things to have than the gratitude and favor of a charming, practical brute.