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[thecookery]

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[ichaer]

It was just the three of us for as long as I could remember.

[ Them and the servants but she barely remembers them either. Just the inside of her bedroom and forever being lost in winding halls. ]

Do you keep in touch with your mom?

[thecookery]

We write... sometimes. I'm not very good at it.

[ichaer]

I was never good at writing letters either. She always said I rattled on too much about anything or everything whenever I did when I was younger.

[ Hmm. ] I'm planning on going back there... to Ferelden and to Denerim. I always wondered where they were buried.

[thecookery]

["Hmm" indeed.]

When were you there last?

[ichaer]

It's probably been around... eight years or so since I was in Ferelden. Eleven years since I saw Denerim, give or take some time.

[thecookery]

[Parents who died in Denerim about 11 years ago? Now let's do some math and see if we can't figure out this myster--Who am I kidding? It's totally obvious.]

Oh. Right.

[Okay, but what would a normal person do with this information? Talk about it?? ...nah, let's not.]

My mum's still there, in Denerim, if you're looking for a meal or something when you go. [A scoff.] She'd probably offer you my old bed for a while if you need it.

[ichaer]

[ Nothing like a Blight to ruin everything. ]

I might have to check in on that because I don't think I've slept in a bed in actual years. It doesn't beat getting away from all this insane bullshit for a little bit either.

[thecookery]

[Oh, she knows it.]

No kidding. And I'm not even one of you mad lot who go running straight toward the bullshit whenever it shows up.

[ichaer]

Running straight toward the bullshit is like a Warden code of honor.

I'll still take fighting demons in fields over hunting darkspawn in the Deep Roads. I can't stand the Deep Roads.

[thecookery]

You've been there?

[ichaer]

Twice. I manage it must have been amazing to see at one point but all I've can remember is the darkspawn.

[thecookery]

And yet here you are. Well, not here. But alive and well.

You must not be too bad at what you do.

[ichaer]

I told you that lucky was my middle name.

Besides, I like to think my swordplay is one of my best qualities along with my winning smile.

[thecookery]

[She snorts.]

Well, with those two in your belt, what else could you possibly need?

[ichaer]

A bed, probably. Just not sleeping on the ground or on cold dusty stone would be swell for a night or two.

[thecookery]

You know we have a whole new building full of those now, right? And another on the way?

[ichaer]

The only beds they have are bunk beds, I know because I checked. I also don't have three people I trust not to steal my stuff to share a room with.

Besides the barracks are actually inside the fortress walls and we're not allowed to bunk up there. We have to keep to our shady little valley with all the other shady folk.

[thecookery]

Wh--

That is such bullshit.

[ichaer]

You know how it is. The First Warden has apparently taken over the Anderfels and ousted or killed the royal family with whatever Wardens were left in Weisshaupt. This was after one of our Commanders tried to summon a hoard of demons with blood magic and sacrifices.

[ The sigh she lets out is long and tired. ] And I don't think any of us are technically part of the Inquisition either.

[thecookery]

And that means they have to build a place full of empty beds that you aren't allowed to use but that you can see from the bit of frozen rock you're sleeping on? Fuck that.

Somebody needs to talk to the Ambassador about this.

[ichaer]

I'm sure they'll have something pretty to say about it all. There's a chance the big bad could control our minds which isn't a fun thought to try and fall asleep too when you got a group of Wardens sharing your bunkhouse.

I think this is just the easiest solution for everyone with the least mess.

[thecookery]

Well, maybe you ought to have your own then. There's not that many Wardens at Skyhold. It wouldn't have to be half the size of the other buildings.

[Right? ...honestly, she's not completely sure, but it sounds right!]

Or something at least. It can't hurt to ask her about it, yeah? She's... actually a pretty good one, as far as nobles go.