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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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Even with their busy hands hard at work on the Inquisition's behalf, it would be the height of suspicious behaviour to depart Nevarra too quickly in the wake of the death of a man who was a rival to Lady Thevenet the elder.

(Time to get the Inquisition a tailor.)

for dorian.

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Deep in her cups, Benevenuta is a little bit hazy on precisely how they'd got here. The general thrust (she laughs to herself; the lounge is crowded, and no one thinks anything of it) of the idea is clear enough, but she's still vague on the details of how they'd got from the notion to fulfilling it. Not, granted, that she's going to pretend she hadn't known exactly where to go...

"This is so beautiful," she sighs, fingering the edge of the semi-sheer garment - it can't rightfully be called a dress, although it more or less approximates the concept - currently being worn by a rather lovely redhead upon one of several small daises. She has the fleeting thought that they should bring her back to Skyhold for Iron Bull, but mercifully, the wine hasn't quite loosened her tongue enough to make her think Dorian would find that as funny as she does.

He might try to. She thinks she'd find it unpleasant.

Speaking of Dorian, her sharp elbow lands in his ribs-- "Isn't it beautiful?"