"A list for Wintersend? You make such lists for Wintersend?"
"Uh-- Yes, Ser. It may contain things such as asking a person to smile or um, toasts and jellied ham."
"So a list for odd requests? This sounds ridiculous."
"Yes, I mean, no, Commander. I'm sure you'll come up with something. Lady Josephine would need them by tomorrow."
"Well tell her I refuse."
"By tomorrow, Commander."
After the doors had closed behind Carol, one of the couriers, Cullen sat alone in his desk, obscured by the sunlight that reflected against his armor. He glanced down at the spread of polished oak, and his vision quickly lost their focus under a sea of papers and half-opened scrolls. Clearing his throat, he picked up a pen and a sheet of paper. He stared at it for a long while, his mind swimming in thoughts between asking a person to smile and toasts and jellied ham...
For Cassandra to partake in the morning drills. Please stop asking.
Craft more shields as part of Iron Bull's training exercises. We can't afford to lose any for our men's use.
Reminders posted that says not to jump over the wall walks, addressed to the Inquisitor.
Josephine, the coat was fine and I liked it. You may now stop sending one of Leliana's spies to take my measurements.
Thicker armor, cold resistant preferably, for all our soldiers.
Boar stew and butter cookies for everyone to share.
A brigade of Griffons.