[ 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

[fleurdesel]

"There are spirits that offer assistance in such things should they be called upon but no one does that intentionally on this side of the veil."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"...I mean if I knew shit about it I'd try to do it. But. I don't. Someone should figure out that stuff here. Or get taught by a spirit, maybe."

[fleurdesel]

"Spirits don't remember long enough to be of use as a constant source of that manner of help." They tend to forget. "Why would that be a profession?"

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Because a lot of people have mental problems or like...emotional stuff they don't know how to handle or actual mental illnesses? There's no shortage of patients." But now this begs the question. "So you know I'm not a spirit, right? If someone ever thought I was, like, a spirit like your version of a spirit, the fact that I remember things would prove otherwise...?"

[fleurdesel]

"You are something like a spirit but not a spirit, but not a demon. You are too human to be a spirit but not quite competent nor wicked enough to be a demon." He is...an enigma, of sorts. Something she can't place.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Well...I mean, that's--wait, are you saying I'm not competent? Ouch, right in the ego, lady. Go in for the kill why don't you."

[fleurdesel]

"Any demon as human as you would be a pride demon- and they would know more of this world and have more power to wield and manipulate others to their cause than you can hope to achieve." In her defense? He asked for it. "So you are something new."

[motherfucking_ghost]

"...Okay, I can deal with that. Are we thinking bad-new or just different-new? Or not sure yet but you're doing okay being human as you are new?"

[fleurdesel]

"Being here- what did I say about implying your inexperience with being human?" Her exact words were to NOT.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"You already know!" He's not being that loud...is he? "Not like I'm going around saying shit to everyone..."

[fleurdesel]

"And we're somewhere we can be overheard, Church. Your voice tends to carry." Especially when he's swearing.

[motherfucking_ghost]

"Are you calling me loud?" he asks, loudly.

[fleurdesel]

"Yes, I am." She shakes her head, returning to the crate. "Loud and vexing."