Cats on a hot tin roof | closed

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WHO: Abby and Clarisse
WHAT: When you're in Forces and you assume you're being sent out to go stab bad guys but it's actually surprise home improvement #justgirlythings
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: A village several miles out of Kirkwall
NOTES: Rude language but aside from that

Well, the day's assignment from their Division Head is in.

Abby shows Clarisse the letter before she remembers and angles it back toward herself, skim-reading aloud. "Sharnwick's chantry took some damage in the last storm. They want a couple of us out there to... basically fix their roof up for them. I guess."

Doesn't exactly sound cool. It's no closing up a rift, or ambushing bandits hiding in bushes along the side of the road. She flips the letter over looking for a catch but that's all it is: a very nicely worded letter, asking Riftwatch for their help and please and thank you, Andraste preserve you. Why they can't do it themselves she has no clue but they'll definitely get brownie points for it. She makes a face at the signature, one Alderman Warrenus, and looks to Clarisse. Shrugs.

"Flint's orders." Bet he was laughing as he signed it off... "Could take horses."