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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[easternseaqueen]

She grins and winks at him as she takes up one of the drinks placed in front of her. But she peers at him warily over the rim when he asks the question.

"Why do you ask? You don't seem the sort to be paying a lot of attention to Orlesian trade."

[byblow]

"Oh, I'm not," Alistair says. "I'm the sort who pays a lot of attention to stories that have llamas in them."

[easternseaqueen]

"I will have you know that none of that was my fault. That said, those llamas got exactly what they deserved," she scoffed.

She laughed.

"So, what else have you been up to aside from llama gossip?"

[byblow]

"Nothing," Alistair says.

It would be nice if this were more of an exaggeration. He hasn't been up to nothing—he's killed pockets of darkspawn here, made friends with new recruits there, led a tiny rebellion against the Warden-Commander of Orlais elsewhere. But he hasn't actually accomplished anything since the Blight, so, you know. Whatever.

"All llama gossip, all the time. There isn't much for Wardens to do between Blights. That's always been the problem."

[easternseaqueen]

"Well, that's not any fun," she scoffed, taking a drink.

She grinned.
"I suppose you could come on one of my ships sometime. That would be much more exciting."

[byblow]

"Oh-ho, one of your ships," Alistair says. "You're moving up in the world." And getting better hats. "I suppose I could. Maybe I will."

At the moment it looks more likely he'll be dead in a few months, but that's boring.

[easternseaqueen]

"Didn't anyone tell you, Alistair? I'm an admiral now. Got a fleet of my own and everything. We've always got room for people who can be useful. You like doing that sort of thing, don't you?"

Even if he is going to die, better to go out with a bang, right?