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[aintwejust]

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[wickedchase]

Malcolm,

There is a potential new job for you if it is something you think you can manage. Far less Tevinter soldiers and mages involved and little travel at this time.

Again, discretion is something I request. I think that's something you can manage.

I am where I usually will be if you want to discuss the matter: the tavern.


Sincerely,
Twisted Fate

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[aintwejust]

[ It takes a moment for him to make up his mind. Fate's good for it, the coin's solid, and he does need the work. A little more and he could get a proper war horse and give Sasha to the merchants of the Inquisition. Kinder, gentler work than riding her hell for leather in a charge against demons and the like.

He ambles about soon 'nuf, settling in across from fate with a smile. Like he'd said- they were square. ]

What do you got in mind?

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[wickedchase]

[Usually, Twisted Fate is shuffling cards, playing a round with someone. Games are lovely distractions, but today he has no mind for them. He's reviewing a parchment paper in his hand before he's glancing up to Mal.

Fate smiles, as he does.]

Malcolm, always a pleasure.

You own a ship, yes? So you have a mind for going over its condition, understanding in general what keeps it together -- and what can be hidden. Nooks, crannies. That sort of thing.

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[aintwejust]

You want somth'n smuggled.

[ Straight and to the point. ]

Or somth'n found.

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[wickedchase]

[Twisted Fate chuckles and folds the paper in his hands before tucking it away.]

Something like that.

In the future, I may need something smuggled out of Skyhold. I want to know the constitution of this fort, and the easiest method of slipping something by without too much attention.

People like to think they have honest lives here. I'm afraid my business does not always agree with that, as you know.

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[aintwejust]

Ah. Long as we keep up like this, all build'n and remodel'n? It's easy. Depend'n on how far down the line this job is? Might get a mite harder if the wall's finished and the masons aren't com'n up the hill every day.

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[wickedchase]

Hmm, too true. How long do you suppose it might take for them to make the appropriate repairs?

[Because sadly, he did just help Katniss find the funds for such workers.]

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[aintwejust]

Consider'n the hole in the wall and the hard time they're hav'n of wrangling money from the nobles? Coupla months.

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[wickedchase]

Hmm.

[Fate contemplates, fingers folded for a moment.]

Review the weakest points, if you could. Let me know where. Simple enough to earn yourself a sovereign for your time?

[aintwejust]

Consider it done. I'll mark 'em out for you, see what I can sort out 'bout the builders. Might take longer, might take less.

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[girlinthebox]

[ There's a note tucked into Jayne's collar, nothing more than a sketching. But it's of a very definite place, one of the towers of the battlements that hasn't found a use thus far and sits open, walls half-standing, overlooking the mountain range.

But it's almost certainly a summons. ]

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[aintwejust]

[ He comes cuz he can't not. It ain't all that often he's called by one of the Tams, less often River asks for him- and he ain't rightly of a mind to let her ask and not answer. So he's there at the place, at the right time, bag of dried apricots in hand as he chews away. ]

[girlinthebox]

[ And she slips in soon after, quiet as you like. She may have been there the whole time, hiding in plain sight, for how suddenly she appears at his shoulder.

And then, abruptly, wraps her arms around him from behind. ]

[aintwejust]

[ Now that's a good way to give a man a start- but he knew she'd be here somewhere and her appear'n ain't all that odd. The hugg'n? That is. He tenses up for half a second before peering back over his shoulder, hand resting on top of hers. ]

LI'l River Bug. [ Gently. ] Somth'n bother'n you?

[girlinthebox]

Going away.

[ She muffles it into the back of his shoulder, her face hidden this way. They might not come this way ever again, though she likes to think they will. Tangles of trouble finding one another in knots all over again.

Just not for a while. ]

[aintwejust]

Mov'n on?

[ Well that don't sit right but he can't tell 'em to not. Trouble had been hound'n her and her brother when they came to his ship. Probably a fool's hope that they'd avoid it here. ]

Zoe and everyone are still up north if you need a ride anywhere. Don't matter where, you need 'em to take you on for a li'l while? You tell 'em I said so. They can take price of passage outta my cut.

[girlinthebox]

Echoes are getting louder. They'd hurt...

[ She goes a little stiffer before shaking her head. Now's not the time for fear. There's time enough to lead them away, to prevent anyone here from finding out just why she'd been in Tevinter. ]

THey'd hurt, and I won't let them.

[aintwejust]

They'd help.

[ Even if it was a risk. Probably more besides that. ]

Mighty kind of you, li'l bug. Just wanted t'make sure you knew they were an option. And you'll always know where t'find me, right? Till I get this thing outta my hand, I'm here.

Sending Crystal.

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin sounds more tired than she's ever been, or at least it seems that way.]

The Fade sucks. Don't ever go there.

[aintwejust]

Weisshauppt also sucks. Don't become a warden.

[ He'd heard...things. Not a lot. Enough to get him worried. Enough for him to try to send word to Korrin and with nothing in return? It cut at him. He don't much like the idea of los'n anyone. ]

All in one piece?

[gatheringstorm]

More or less. I'm still not sure how, fighting the biggest damn demon ever, seeing my tombstone and then running into a demon using Araceli's face. I'm going to have to spend forever making that up to her, seeing me disappear into that.

Why, what happened at Weisshaupt? More Wardens making dumbass decisions? [She has Warden friends, but...well, it's a trend.]

[aintwejust]

Its....kind of a mess. I'll tell you and Asher 'bout it when we get back in but- shit Korrin. This is gonna be a story. You might call bullshit.

[gatheringstorm]

Tell me you're getting away from the bullshit soon, at least. I have a powerful need to drink and I don't feel like doing it alone.

[aintwejust]

We're head'n back down. I'll give you a holler when we make it in. You, me, Asher, a bag of sack mead.

[gatheringstorm]

Excellent. Speaking of Asher, I got him a piece of that ginormous demon to appease him. You know he'll be so fucking jealous he didn't get to fight it.