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[Okay there's an aaaaaaaaaaawkward pause before that gruff voice speaks up.]

You got a moment?

Of course. Did you need me to get my salves?

[There's no judgement in his voice. He's used to curing all sorts of things caught when having sex with dozens of strangers.]

No. I need you to help me...write a letter.

Oh.

[A beat. Now that he thinks about it, whether or not Oghren could write had ever crossed his mind.]

Of course. Come by mine and Nate's room? I've paper and ink aplenty there.

[Huh. No teasing. No hesitations. No nothing. He should have come to Anders from the start then.]

Sure. On my way. You eaten yet? I was grabbing food.

I've not eaten yet, no. If you wanted to bring food along i'd appreciate it. ...Especially if it's bread. I think I smelled bread baking when I passed by earlier.

[He's teaching people how to read and write in Darktown, adults and children both. He's not going to mock someone who could use help.]

I'll get some of that. I can smell it from here so I know where it's at. Want anything else?

[He's going to be much nicer about getting things right now because he's very, very grateful for this.]

If there's a jam or jelly I'd enjoy some of that for the bread, but I'm not feeling particularly picky right now. I appreciate having dinner come to me.

[The Chantry and Circle did a lot to him. But in teaching him letters and numbers it did something for him as well, and he was determined to spread that as far as it could go. There was absolutely no reason to not help others out, especially someone who he counts as a friend.]

Think I can manage that much. See you soon, Sparkles.

[He chuckles then ends the connection so he can gather up some food and booze. Wine this time. He figures the mage will prefer that over harder stuff and it's easy to stay sober with. Because Anders likes that for some reason.

But after that he'll head over with that food in hand. He even got some meat and cheese for them. It's practically a feast! Not really. But it's easy enough to pretend like it with this much.]

[The door is open when Oghren arrives, though when he hears someone approaching Anders goes over to it anyway to hold it in place. The Dwarf's hands are full, after all. Purrelden does her part in helping by trying to bat at Oghren's boots from underneath one of the chairs as if no one can see her there.]

Here, I've got room on the table. Go ahead and set everything down. You brought plenty, thank you.

[It's definitely enough to cover two Wardens and two animals that will beg for scraps.]

Tell me about the letter as we put plates together?

Got my nugget a couple presents so I wanted to send him a letter to go with them. Figured he'd like that.

[He looked like such a proud daddy as he set the stuff on the table and even stole a bit of meat to toss into his mouth before "dropping" some cheese onto the floor for that cat. Not much. Just a little.

Might as well treat the cat nice today at least.]

He likes getting those.

[Purrelden pounces, with Lady coming over to sniff at the cat and her treasure. Anders dangles a bit of meat for the dog while looking over at Oghren.]

I'd think he would.

[His voice is quiet. What he would have done for gifts, or even a letter, from his father rather than the outright rejection he'd gotten. Even with Oghren being absent, his son has to appreciate the signs that there's care there.]

Is there any chance of him visiting? Kirkwall isn't exactly a spot someone wants to go, but he could come for a short time and see you. We'd all get to meet him, then.

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[Oghren pauses because he's never considered that. Having Felsi come here and bring their son. He'd get to spend time with him, get to know him more than through letters.]

Can't say Felsi would be wild about bringing him here. Probably think it was too dangerous.

[That's his way of saying he doesn't mind because he'd like the child safe too.]

You want to come with me sometime when I visit them? Felsi and the nugget, I mean.

[He hates the Deep Roads, hates wandering in them when he doesn't have to... but Oghren is offering to share something important with him. For this, Anders can deal with being underground.]

I'd like to meet them. Not for a long trip, but yes.

[He hasn't done well in tight places since the dungeons of Kinloch Hold, but at least he won't be alone.]

Is Felsi the type of Dwarf that's not fond of being aboveground?

[As he talks, he's finishing fixing his plate and going over to his desk and taking a seat, gesturing at the other chair. There's a letter to be written, after all. Purrelden hops up into his lap and peers at the table hopefully, but he rests a hand on her back to keep her from jumping up. It's not just his plate that would be in danger, but the ink too.]

What? Felsi's a surface dwarf like me. Did you miss the female dwarf that showed up at the Keep?

[Plopping himself down, he helps himself to the alcohol first. Might as well have a good drink of that before they start any of this.]

Got herself a little house and she does merchant stuff.

Who could miss Sigrun?

[It's a joke before he bites into the roll. Fresh bread is truly a gift, and it's rare enough he gets to enjoy it. Purrelden curls up in his lap and starts kneading, getting a scratch behind her ears as Lady sits down on his feet.]

Do you mean the one who always talked about how bad a cook you were? I suppose I'd forgotten that she'd come up to the Keep until now. It's been... It was a lifetime ago. Where's the house?

Think you mean she's the bad cook. That old girl is good for so much but she can't cook for anything.

[He laughs a bit.]

It's close enough to the Keep that visits weren't too hard. Bit of a journey now but it would be worth it.

[Putting some cheese on bread, he pops that in his mouth and starts talking while he chews.]

My nugget looks like her though. Got her looks and brain.

[Anders grins. That sounds like an old inside argument, and he's not going to stick his nose in it.]

I look forward to meeting the nugget. Let's steer clear of the Keep itself, though.

[The risk is low that anyone there would still recognize him, but it's present anyway. Also, all of the good memories he has from there are heavily overshadowed by how he'd been abandoned and betrayed. Vigil's Keep is not somewhere he could easily go anymore.]

So let's start with your nugget's name, shall we? Dear...?

He'd find it weird if I called him that. So just say "To my nugget" instead.

[He hasn't called his son by his name in ages. Not to his face anyway. Nope, instead his son is his little nugget. That jewel when everything else might be a piss hole.]

Alright. I'll say the rest and you write it out.

[He clears his throat then starts.]

"It's your da with another letter. Your ma told me you were helping her with her business lately and picking things up fast. I always knew you got your brains from her. Probably for the best because those aren't my strongest thing and they get me into trouble more than they probably should. Sure got me into trouble with that old bird I told you about but your da has kept his nose clean of that for a bit now. Don't you worry."

[A sip of his wine and then he continues.]

You getting that so far, Sparkles?

[He bends his head and gets to work writing, giving Oghren a raised eyebrow at 'old bird' before finishing that and nodding.]

Got it. ...Old bird?

You know, the old bird.

[He figured that one is pretty clear honestly.]

What, you think she can come back from the dead to grab you by the ear and scold you? Wynne was capable of a great deal, I'll admit that easily, but not that.

[He manages to refrain from 'again,' he doesn't know of Oghren knows that bit but he's been sworn to secrecy.]

You can assure the nugget that she'll not come grab him by the ear either. Unless they buried her very deep down.

Her? No, she wouldn't do that. I liked her plenty. I miss that woman and drinking with her.

[He took a drink in her honor then gave a snort.]

No. Teren's the old bird. Looks and acts like a vulture. You ever see one of those things? Terrifying.

She'd do that if you were her student,

[Anders says a little grumpily. Wynne had apparently been the best mage friend to have while traveling, but Maker forbid any other mage get to be out of the Circle. It annoys him sometimes that everyone who traveled with her and Jonas seemed to love her.]

Teren's not as bad as you think. You just piss her off because she doesn't appreciate fart jokes and smells with personality.

Not as bad...

[He squinted his eyes at him.]

She threatened to kill me, held a sodding knife to me, and tried to cut off my blasted beard. And she's not that bad?

[Seriously?]

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