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WHO: Benevenuta Thevenet, Dorian Pavus, Zevran Arainai, Nerva Lecuyer, Taashath, Rafael Viteri AND THE OTHER ONE. I don't know how to spell that and I already looked up Rafa's name.
WHAT: Pretty much what it says on the tin. And by tin I mean subject line.
WHEN: Covering a span of several weeks, after puppies and before showing up late to Emprise du Lion.
WHERE: Nevarra, mostly.
NOTES: Plotting post; original sign up post. Get at me at matriarchal or via PM if you have needs.

Having taken Ayse's information to the Inquisition leaders, Benevenuta is dispatched with a small group to handle the matter in Nevarra. Feel free to do individual closed threads within the subheaders of anything you want to achieve in Nevarra, and we can work out amongst ourselves how best to do plot elements! We will try to spread out plot contributions so that we don't get bogged down in a ten thousand person thread for any one part.

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[ombranera]

"Every warden is different. Potions worked for Jonas for the first month or so- but that was during a blight. It may work better for you and your friend- and even then? A month or so of actual rest can be of great comfort. Teas, exhaustion- many a time Alistair would spar with me, with Sten, with Jonas to work himself to the point of passing out. It helped. As for the food?" He shrugs, setting his kit aside for the moment. This is Warden Business.

He is not an official Warden but- any that traveled with them during the Fifth Blight came to know much. "Keeping a personal store on hand is not unreasonable. You are newly joined, I am told it levels out. Alistair does not eat quite so much as he did ten years ago, but it is still considerable. There are a few cooks that are more easily persuaded by Antivan Charms. As you are both quite charming it should not be so great a burden, yes?"

[bunko]

"The eating, yes." And no sooner is food mentioned that Scipio comes to feel a pang of hunger. He rubs one hand over his stomach, thoughtfully, a little dejectedly, and casts a glance toward his saddlebags, where he has some small food stored. "If only Antivan charms could convince a cook of Antiva to come to Skyhold. I would not complain of the food, but... it is not quite the same. Did you ever have the fish stew, that was served at the Mermaid's Teat--the real one, not the pale imitation that was built so much later! If I had that stew to eat..."

He sighs. No use in thinking of it, but he cannot help but to think of it. Perhaps he can raise money, and send an orphan to learn at the elbow of the man who makes the fish stew. And then, when that orphan is a little older, and has learned the secrets and the subtleties, he can bring that orphan to live in Skyhold, and make he stew. It is a very long-term thought, but perhaps it will work.

In any case. "Your advice is good," he tells Zevran, with a smile, "and has given me much to think on. I do not know how Rafa will take to exhausting himself. Maybe tea. He does like tea."