❰ adalia began this evening with every intention of being a good little inquisition agent and not ruffling any feathers, magically or otherwise. she's just recently returned, after all, and any goodwill (or... lack thereof) she may have acquired in her first appearance in thedas is but a memory; she should tread carefully until she can establish herself again.

but the marquis is very heavy, and she was never built for carrying heavy things, and what's the point of being able to move things with magic if you never use magic for that purpose, honestly? so the marquis is floating along beside adalia, very sedately, unaware of his magicked state and still singing as loud as he pleases. fortunately, he hasn't seemed to catch the attention of any bandits. yet. the night is young, and adalia isn't much of an optimist anymore. ❱

Should have learned Silence, ❰ adalia mutters to herself, and sighs, and trudges reluctantly onward. ❱

Last I was in Kirkwall, it was Firstfall, and we were at battle in Ghislain. Clearly I've missed some things, so — anyone care to catch me up? Was the wedding a shitshow? I have wedding presents, Gwenaëlle, so come to my room when you get a chance.

❰ the line goes dead for a moment, and then starts back up. ❱

Oh, has the Elven Artifacts Assistant position been filled yet? I'd like to have my job back, if it hasn't.

❰ and then, hesitant, soft: ❱

Six? Are you still here?

❰ ooc; hit me up on plurk (salvatrice or in pm if you want something else, or just leave me a prompt! i'm easy. ❱