1 cask Sun Blonde Vint-1
2 casks Serault cider
2 bottles Legacy White Shear
1 pound dried elfroot
Randy Dowager Quarterly - latest issue plus last five published
– from a recovered Skyhold shipping manifest, listed for delivery to the Inquisitor’s quarters
Take care when dealing with the Inquisition, and especially when dealing with their Inquisitor. You haven’t dealt with the Chantry directly much before all of this, but I have, and I can tell you: Enid Trevelyan is a shrewd, shifty bitch. You can hear and see most humans coming a mile away, and she’s no different, but you won’t see her coming when she robs you blind with just a few strokes of a pen. And do not - do not - join her at the Wicked Grace table, no matter how much she and Tethras try to sweet-talk you into it. She’ll rob you blind there, too.
– Rehan, of the Ostwick Carta, in correspondence with Daryn, an underling sent to Skyhold
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The Randy Dowager welcomes this age of innovation with An Artificer’s Quiver, a tale of flame-haired ingenues and the inventions they devise to lance the heart of even the most pious and stoic of the cloth.
The Randy Dowager: Exhibitions for the noble of thought, but spry of step.
The Lady herself says: “Never before have I considered such titillation in oscillation, but this tale of a skilled machinist and the toys she’s devised can wind one up into a tizzy. Five scarves fluttered out of five.”
…but other than your nephews and niece wanting to know when you’ll be back home - and little Mari is quite put out that you’ve not yet sent her anymore flowers from your hold’s gardens, while the twins are still pestering me for full-sized swords from your smith - there is little of import going on in Ostwick. And why should there be? Gareth is still in fits that you’ve become the most important Trevelyan, outclassing even he despite his three tourney wins and the title of the Bann writ into his inheritance. I, personally, am glad to see it, and have never been prouder of you, Enid Mathilde. I only ask that you write more often, and in greater detail. Osher just sent us word that you were seen dancing at the Winter Palace, and with your own commander to boot. If you don’t set the record straight, she’ll have all of Ostwick believing that you’re about to elope with a Fereldan, and that might be what finally silences Lady Buttlefort’s endless prattling about being close friends with your ambassador once and for all.
On second thought, perhaps a little mystery is warranted. I shall be happy to hear from you in whatever capacity you are able.
– a letter sent from Rhian Trevelyan, elder sister of Enid Trevelyan, shortly after the Inquisitor’s return from Halamshiral