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[bringspeopletogether]

Weisshaupt has selected the new Warden-Commander of Ferelden. As a courtesy -- whether to the crown, or to the former Warden on the throne -- a hefty bundle of records arrived at the palace several hours ago.

Nika Kader seems quite qualified on paper, he has to admit. Surface dwarf ten years Alistair's senior; enlisted in the Orlesian Army as soon as she could; left to join the Wardens seven years ago and swiftly climbed through its ranks as a consummate soldier. She's been wielding her sword almost as long as Alistair's been alive -- and hopefully, the recent Blight won't mean Ferelden will only have her for a couple years before she leaves for her Calling.

He can't find it in his heart to be pleased, but Alistair can, at least, find it in his heart to appreciate the choice.

He's definitely getting a beer as he finishes poring over the file, though. Maybe more than one.

(He also has his T-minus handheld close by; quondamGryphon is online.)

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[bringspeopletogether]

Alistair quirks a grin.

"She'd probably turn them all into something she finds more pleasant. Like spiders. Or toads."

[freedom_is_grey]

Ysalwen snorts.

"She still can't do that, I'll have you know. Rest easy."

[bringspeopletogether]

As he narrows his eyes in mock-skepticism, "Iiiii remain unconvinced."

And then he huffs out a small breath, settling a hand on the spot where he tucked away the drawing.

"Right. I don't want to burn such exquisite art after you worked so hard on it, so I suppose I'd better head home." A touch more serious: "I'll lock it away somewhere safe. I promise."

[freedom_is_grey]

Her smile is a touch sweet this time.

"I know you will. Thank you."