We were at the Winter Palace for the peace talks. All hands were needed, so I went as a guard disguised as a servant. The mask covered my vallaslin, so I looked quite ordinary. As the talks began to crumble, we began to hear shouts from outside. The doors slammed open, and in came a whole battalion of Red Templars. I had little time to think. I cannot recall if I herded the nearest people into a separate room or if I was among the herded, but the next thing I knew, I found myself in a small room with my friend Merrill, as well as Lady Mantillon and her entourage.
Red Templars were trying to break open the door. I began to cast, barricading the door with as much ice as I could summon while Merrill used a bit of Dalish magic to strengthen the vines outside the window. We helped the Dowager out first, as some of our people were on the ground, and we were all able to escape alive. And that is my tale of the Winter Palace.
I have included my measurements, but I request that if you're going to use my money to have clothes made, at least have the dressmaker cut the pieces out only, and deliver them to me to sew together. It saves a great deal of money.
You are very kind to offer to write reviews of my book. I am sure having one good review and one bad, both written by legitimate human scholars, will lend credence to my own legitimacy. I shall strive not to read too much into your friend's criticisms, but she may make herself look quite silly if she believes she knows more about the Dalish than a Dalish. Perhaps her criticisms should focus on tone and organization rather than content, unless it is to criticize the over-inclusion or lack of inclusion of certain topics and anecdotes.
I do agree, regarding the halla kept by the Inquisition. They are not cattle. I was disappointed in the clan that sent them to us. They should have known better. Of course the halla are not forced to go where they do not want to go, but we should in return see to their needs as they see to ours, and give them wide spaces to run and fresh grass to eat.
The Dalish revere Andraste as one who helped to free the elves from Tevinter, but we do not worship her or exalt her to a near-godhood status. It would feel very strange to me to ask Andraste to bless you. So instead of asking the blessings of gods and prophets, I will simply say, Yours.
Yours, Lady-called-Pel
P.S. Regarding the dress, I suggest avoiding pale colors, which make me look washed-out. And do avoid yellow if you can.
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We were at the Winter Palace for the peace talks. All hands were needed, so I went as a guard disguised as a servant. The mask covered my vallaslin, so I looked quite ordinary. As the talks began to crumble, we began to hear shouts from outside. The doors slammed open, and in came a whole battalion of Red Templars. I had little time to think. I cannot recall if I herded the nearest people into a separate room or if I was among the herded, but the next thing I knew, I found myself in a small room with my friend Merrill, as well as Lady Mantillon and her entourage.
Red Templars were trying to break open the door. I began to cast, barricading the door with as much ice as I could summon while Merrill used a bit of Dalish magic to strengthen the vines outside the window. We helped the Dowager out first, as some of our people were on the ground, and we were all able to escape alive. And that is my tale of the Winter Palace.
I have included my measurements, but I request that if you're going to use my money to have clothes made, at least have the dressmaker cut the pieces out only, and deliver them to me to sew together. It saves a great deal of money.
You are very kind to offer to write reviews of my book. I am sure having one good review and one bad, both written by legitimate human scholars, will lend credence to my own legitimacy. I shall strive not to read too much into your friend's criticisms, but she may make herself look quite silly if she believes she knows more about the Dalish than a Dalish. Perhaps her criticisms should focus on tone and organization rather than content, unless it is to criticize the over-inclusion or lack of inclusion of certain topics and anecdotes.
I do agree, regarding the halla kept by the Inquisition. They are not cattle. I was disappointed in the clan that sent them to us. They should have known better. Of course the halla are not forced to go where they do not want to go, but we should in return see to their needs as they see to ours, and give them wide spaces to run and fresh grass to eat.
The Dalish revere Andraste as one who helped to free the elves from Tevinter, but we do not worship her or exalt her to a near-godhood status. It would feel very strange to me to ask Andraste to bless you. So instead of asking the blessings of gods and prophets, I will simply say, Yours.
Yours,
Lady-called-Pel
P.S. Regarding the dress, I suggest avoiding pale colors, which make me look washed-out. And do avoid yellow if you can.