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[foxsays]

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no worries at all!! sry, forgot you were hiatus'd ;; no rush on replying!

[sclavus]

Only seeking information and introduction. If you'd like us to meet when you return, I'll be around for it.

[ as he hardly ever leaves the docks besides, he'll be easy for her to find. ]

If you'd heard Max's message for the [ pirates ] sailors from Nascere, this is likely old news, but my comrades and I have come here from the North Seas, with a galleon we're willing to commit to the Inquisition fleet, gunned and fit for battle. Captain Flint and I are both capable of commanding her and her crew, and we're accompanied by her Quartermaster, John Silver.

I'd ask if there's anything we ought attend to in joining with the Inquisition Navy, and if we could learn more of that Navy and those in command of it.

no worries i was trying to avoid time paradoxes for her rip

[foxsays]

What sort of sailors? [Don't be coy.] Merchants? Fishermen? Exploration? I like to know who has joined after all when there are those who have...less sailor in them than is practical for the project. [Which is an unfortunate necessity; she unable to turn away those who volunteer, attempting to build goodwill and some semblance of a navy with limited funds whilst very much aware of talk there might be.]

Naval Presence reports to the Forces Division under Commander Coupe, even if you and the rest of the crew have other desires in mind, making yourselves known to her wouldn't go amiss. Especially if the ship is, as you say, fit for battle.

[Someone give Coupe a break 9:44.]

If anyone else is signing up to Naval Presence, that's all they need do, I don't insist on a formal introduction. There are assignments and missions every couple of months, I expect members to take part in those unless other business takes them elsewhere, to write up the reports. Patrolling for trouble by the coast, seeing to better lifeboats after that was made glaringly obvious to us, that sort of thing. We are short of sailors. We are short of people who know much about ships at all and our nearest allies who have ships are in Llomerryn.

[She hardly needs to say that Llomerryn isn't nearly close enough, and that honestly, she wouldn't reliably put them down as allies. Not when it's information shared. Not when they limped into that harbour, battle-scarred.]

I would ask - have you encountered any life at sea that seems to have been afflicted with red lyrium?

lololol ah yes i know this trouble well

[sclavus]

[ There's a long-suffering sigh from his side of the crystal, clearly taking no joy in the being coy part, but he's doing what those with better manners asked of him. ]

Privateers. [ and the particular slant his tone falls in when he speaks the word makes it fairly clear what he means is pirates. ]

I've met Coupe, and I'm signed in with her Division. Some of the others went to Scouting and Diplomacy, but I can meet with her well enough for us all. As for assignments, our men could use one. They don't idle well, not without a fight or a prize on the horizon.

[ the prize part he's expecting will be less part of what the Inquisition wants, but what can he say? they're fucking pirates. they need some kind of fitting incentive to keep in line. ] For your issue on sailors, if you can find the men, we can train them.

[ it's the question of red lyrium that has him pause, uncertain. ]

Not that I can recall, but the retreat from Nascere was quick and chaotic. You might ask Max.

[foxsays]

[Get stuck in a room arguing with the same people for as many days as she has and you take your enjoyment where you find it. She's getting a concession without considering shouting or lobbing something at someone's head. Maybe she'll head back in with a better mood. (No, she won't, but it's nice to pretend.)]

Ah, privateers I grew up with I know them better than I do some in Kirkwall's harbour. [Merchants who will quibble over everything for the sake of it until her jaw aches from keeping the smile on her face, because she is a rifter who cannot afford to be impolite when they might need that ship, those supplies, the connections.]

I'm signed on for Diplomacy, once I return I'll be able to see who's who but I would very much like to meet whoever is happy to in person. The office is spacious, I'd be glad to welcome you all there, food and drink provided. [She says it carefully, since it's Inquisition territory but maybe the idea of sitting around and talking comfortably might help, if not then she'll have tried and that's about as much as she can do.] We have the Wounded Coast to patrol I don't think we'll ever not have that, the water by the docks, smaller outlying islands just to steer free of trouble or gain ourselves some fashion of goodwill. Previously smugglers have been dealt with but there are always some stranger things that might arise. Our coffers are stretched thin, however.

[Regrettable that she has to say it and it's there in her tone but she has to. They don't have the coin. Half the time they don't even have the people.] I'd appreciate the aid in that, as I said, we're spread thin. I met people before who hadn't even seen the sea until the Inquisition. Then people go away on ships and what happens if they're overboard? Drowning men drown more than just themselves in their panic.

Last time it was a kraken and sea serpents, we're hoping it was isolated but it's rare enough that I get news I might trust. Once I'm back, I'll speak with her on that.

[sclavus]

We're alike in that. [ he came from the same life - raised around pirates, by pirates, groomed and grown into one. it's the life he knows much better than a place like kirkwall. there's something comforting in this woman, their superior of the time being, coming from the same stock. ] Max and Flint will be eager for it. I'll pass the invitation along.

[ to meet, do the diplomacy, talk about stuff for hours while he sits on the side of the room and smokes and drinks everyone's wine and waits for the pleasantries to pass. charles is quiet as she explains the rest, taking mental note of it - patrols, the Wounded Coast in particular (ought to look into what that means), smugglers they could procure some resources from. what araceli seems most held back with is the funding, and the lack of what makes a fleet a fleet - ships, and people to sail them. which, maybe, they could help with. after a moment, he voices the thought as just that - an idle thought. ]

Considering the crew the Walrus added to your disposal, there might be a solution to your need for ships.

It isn't stealing to confiscate ships from the enemy, and Venatori and Templars both make piss poor sailors. [ what he means is let them hunt. Corypheus' human forces have to travel the same way as the rest of them, so there has to be transport ships to be preyed on. ] Lend us a few mages to ward off theirs, and we could return with as many ships as we have men to sail them.

[ well, easier said then done, but he and Flint are both here. It'd be just embarrassing if they couldn't win a few inexperienced prizes. ]

[foxsays]

I've missed being around my own sort of people, I can admit that. [Not that she pretends to be something that she's not (at least not the pirate part) but position and politics dictate certain things from you. At least around certain polite company. And the idea of being able to be honest? It's appealing. Refreshing.] There's brandy and rum. And the cooking'll be my own because no offense to the Gallows cooking but I'd be a shit host if I didn't bother myself for guests.

[Or: you're clearly her sort of people in one sense, and she will make a damned effort for all of you to be welcome here in her space as much as possible. Her food, her drink, her time. She's done far more to possibly gain less, and even if it's just talk then she wouldn't mind doing it.]

You paint a tempting picture though I still have to consider how it might look: a rifter who would openly employ pirates? Once we all speak together, it might be easier to see what the course ahead is, right now there's...there's a lot up for debate with many of our futures.

[If he doesn't hear it from her, he'd hear it elsewhere because there's always a rumour somewhere. A group of them gone to negotiate collective futures with the main body of the Inquisition? Yeah that's probably going to be talk somewhere. Or she'll eat her boots.

There's a laugh since she's hip deep in Templars right now and--] We've a Templar amongst us who says he might've been a sailor had he not taken his vows. He refused to come gamble with all the rest of us when I said it was a vital skill we all have to know. I have no idea how he's lived this long. But yes, we've eyes in Llomerryn watching for Tevinter movements but I'd never say no to one of their ships. Or a dreadnought. As impossible a dream as that might be but the speed we'd move at, the way the Venatori would look and think twice…

[The Qunari are a lot of things but those are some ships that she wants the schematics for thanks.]