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Missives To A Missing Brother

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Dear Fergus,

My team is the greatest! They all knew what rough shape my armor was in, and they volunteered to pitch in to raise the necessary coin to buy me some new things. Sure enough, the Chantry board had a couple of paying jobs on it, and half the group took those on while the rest of us did some tasks for the City Watch. None of it was difficult, and we soon had enough for the armor. Alistair went with me to the armorer's shop to make sure they gave me the right pieces and performed the fittings properly. I had to strip down to my smallclothes for the fittings, and I swear Alistair didn't know where to set his eyes. He finally settled for staring somewhere just above my left shoulder, I think. You should have seen him blushing, Fergus. I didn't know there were that many shades of pink!!

On our way to Lake Calenhad, Oghren confessed that there was a young lady of his acquaintance that he hoped to find there. He seemed a little reluctant to go into details, so I pressed a bit for more information. It seems Oghren had been 'involved' with the lass back in Orzammar, and they had not parted on the best of terms. When we arrived at the Spoiled Princess Inn, she was there working as a barmaid. She and Oghren started calling each other all manner of vile names. I was certain that he was out of luck with his attempt to rekindle the old flame, but he assured me that the meeting went very well indeed, and he looks forward to seeing her again when our quest is done. Who can understand dwarves?

We found the trail of Brother Genitivi. It led to a secluded village called Haven somewhere in the southwestern part of Ferelden. We had a time of prying the information out of the barkeep, though. Some toughs had been through and were threatening to harm him and his establishment if he should tell anyone of Brother Genitivi's stay or of the knights from Redcliffe who had come searching for him. We ambushed the toughs, and if any survived, they must have run away tail tucked because we saw no sign of any others around, search though we did. Our next step will be to try to find this town.

I can't hold this to myself any longer, so you are just going to have to put up with some mush, brother mine. Alistair asked to speak with me privately last evening, and confessed to caring about me. And then he kissed me on the lips! My feet have scarce touched the ground all day. I am so happy, Fergus. Is this what love is like? If so, I am definitely in favor of it.

Your (elated) sister,