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Letter Addressed to Detlef, massively belated

[fleurdesel]

Healer Detlef,

You do not know me but you are dear to my older sister, Councilor Adelaide LeBlanc of the Inquisition. She has written me of you several times and I wish to thank you, sincerely, for your hand in her retaining her sanity and in finding someone that makes her happy in these tumultuous times. It has never been terribly easy for her to open up to others and since the war began, the Circles dissolved, and The massacre at the Spire-

I had never thought to read that she was doing so well or that she'd allow herself to lean on someone as she has come to do with you.

There is nothing I can do to repay this kindness as there is no price on returning my sister to some shade of who she was before. But enclosed you will find a cast of our family crest. Should you have need of aid or anything while in Val Royeaux, show this to any of the local merchants and they shall give directions to the family manor. Ask for me and I will do whatever I can for you.

Kindest Regards,

Gregoire LeBlanc

[justice_is_blond]

[He never gets letters. Not as Anders, and certainly not as Detlef as that man had only lived for a pair of months. Intrigued, he opens the envelope and reads... only for his face to crumple. He doesn't cry. He has enough control for that, at least, but it's a close thing.

The letter is carefully folded and tucked into the belt pouch that doesn't hold a destructive kitten, as is the token he'll never use. He has no right to it.

Screw Justice, screw the angry stares he'll get in the tavern, he needs a drink.]