heaven, a gateway, a hope

[byblow]

WHO: Grey Wardens & You
WHAT: A daring and not at all ragtag group of Grey Wardens has walked all the way across Orlais to inform the Inquisition--just in case it hadn't already realized on its own--that everything is terrible.
WHEN: Harvestmere 22
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: This post has: (1) A single group "we just got here, we're freezing, who is in charge, what do you mean you haven't decided yet" starter that we'd like to keep to one chronological thread. (2) Open starters for individual Wardens set later in the day/week.

OOC Note: Regarding the first starter--threadjack away! Anyone is welcome to wander onto the scene to see what's going on and wander back out at their leisure, to fall silent for a while, etc. No tagging order. But let slower taggers get a word in edgewise!

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sigrun | ota

[roguishpast]

For as many disadvantages as Sigrun’s height gives her, it is not nearly as bad as she claims it to be. It gives her some pretty unique advantages, too, ones that she is well aware of and uses at any given opportunity. One of them is the ability to fit into small nooks and crannies. Another is the tendency to go unnoticed. She uses both of these stone-given skills in conjunction to undertake a very important quest, a mission that is deeply personal to her. Not anything sneaky or underhanded, in this rare instance. No, this is far more noble.

The quest for sleep.

The Calling makes sleeping more difficult than it has any right to be. She has nightmares. Nightmares! As a dwarf! It’s downright blasphemous is what it is. And it’s seriously impeding her ability to do her job. (Whatever her job is at the moment, anyway.) So she ends up taking her bedroll and attempting to sleep approximately... All over Skyhold. She tries the stables. The castle walls. The second-floor ledge in the Great Hall. Under a table in a tavern. In a corner on the ground outside.

Sigrun can be found in any of these places and more, fitfully sleeping or staring at the ceiling/sky despondently or being yelled at by someone for sleeping somewhere she’s not supposed to. What a pesky dwarf.