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[arlathvhen]

This is Beleth. I apologize, but I'm not available at the moment. If you leave a message, I'll try to reach you as soon as I can.

[OOC Note: If you're visiting her room, here is a description of it, and here is one of her office.]

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[fireandsmoke]

[Well... this all sounds strange and convoluted, but of course, he understands full well that the Inquisition has no obligation to let him in on any of that information. Especially if Beleth isn't privy to it, and she is not shy about indicating her high rank. That doesn't bother Sarkan; he would not be shy about it if he were her, either.]

All right. Since I haven't got a way out of this realm, I'll have plenty of time to await rumors of his return. [So long as this Solas doesn't turn up dead instead.] Anders will have to be enough to satisfy me for now.

[arlathvhen]

[ There's a faint noise that sounds suspiciously like a muffled giggle. ]

Well--Um. In that case, I wish you the best of luck. I'll let you know if anything in that situation changes.

In the meantime, I hope that Anders manages to, ah. Satisfy you.

[fireandsmoke]

[It takes a moment for the giggle to sink in. His initial impulse reaction is outrage -- he cannot stand being laughed at. But for once he manages to mind himself in the presence of someone to whom he owes his life, and rather than a snarl, Beleth will pick up an indignant little snort.]

Not enough to convince me to drop my breeches, [he says dryly.] But enough to help me become more productive.

I'll mind my wording next time.