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[otiosity]

Not to interrupt any serious conversations anyone is having about dim hallways and new captains and stumbling into another dimension but-

Does anyone have an extra set of clothes for sale for a tall.... tall-ish person? My only pair were taken by slavers and I don't have enough sense of duty and authority to wear the uniform they gave to me. [Read: SHE THINKS IT LOOKS AWFUL.] And I have been told in the past by certain people that it's not "appropriate for the city's champion" to refuse to wear proper clothes. So basically, looking for something non pretentious and and that properly marks me as the dashing rogue that I am.

In exchange, I can give you 5 gold coins, a deck of glass playing cards, 2 magic tricks, and a beautiful piece of artwork to hang in your room by our favorite local artist Nathan Drake.

Please send all inquiries to Hawke at the talkie thing on your wrist.

Comments

[liberaltus]

Oh, I can't imagine it will go so terribly sideways as to have this conversation end in a crisis. Drinking makes everything better, you should know this.

[otiosity]

Wine tends to make me puke. Which is a fitting ending to this entire situation if I think about it.

[liberaltus]

Aw. Well it's not that bad, you meet me eventually so there is that to look forward to.

Though I probably should have drilled you on this long before now, maybe there are certain things you could prepare for. Cassandra wanted you after all.

[otiosity]

Wanted me for what?

Probably not the mud-wrestling drinking contest I'm dreaming of.

sinuses are killing me, sorry for the slow tagging

[liberaltus]

I suppose they wanted you to be the Inquisitor. Not so much a mud-wrestling drinking contest.

Varric knew where you were, but pretended otherwise, good on him, I'd say. Guess he'd figured you'd been through enough.