Cullen: We don't know what you'll face before the end. This can't hurt.

Inquisitor: I can get myself out of trouble.

Cullen: You're rather good at getting yourself into it too. I've read the reports on your adventures.

The Hinterlands

Report 001.

Dear advisers,

Cassandra said I had to start writing these reports rather than her. Not sure how this happened, when I asked why she couldn't do it she got angry, and shouted something about 'difficult words'. Made Varric laugh though.

Anyway, here is my first report: we're going to be late to the Hinterlands. Turns out dwarves don't like hikes across the countryside. They also don't like riding horses. Varric frequently reminds us of this, lest we forget. He also complains that Hawke wouldn't have made him climb a mountain. Solas then suggested Cassandra carry him over one particularly steep slope; note the word slope, there are no mountains here. Though I wouldn't recommend pointing that out to Varric.

All members involved are now refusing to speak to each other. And that includes, sadly, all of us.

I'll make sure to keep you posted.

Yours reluctantly,

Lavellan.

Report 002.

Arrived at the Hinterlands yesterday. Met scout Harding. She's lovely, and doesn't seem to mind hikes across the countryside despite her Dwarfy-ness. Varric doesn't like to talk about it.

Not much else to add.

Killed some Templars.

Killed some Mages.

Killed some demons.

Oh! And I saw a dragon. So that was pretty exciting.

Lavellan.

Report 003.

Alright Leliana, I get your message loud and clear. The amount of explanation points in your latest report said enough. That, and the fact your messenger seemed terrified to even give me the damn thing.

I'll include more detail from now on.

We've spent the last few days helping the locals rebuild. We found some blankets, closed all nearby rifts, and supplied the refugees with ram meat. Hunting the rams' was surprisingly fun, me and Varric were keeping score until Cassandra made a noise and beat us both put together with one angry shield bash.

She also attracted a bear during the whole commotion though, so we've deducted five points on a matter of principle, meaning Varric won after all.

Turns out the seeker is a sore loser. At least Varric's black eye should clear up by the time we get back to Haven.

Yours somewhat bruised,

Lavellan.

Report 004.

Urgent report.

Cassandra woke me up by pouring a glass of water over my head. When I asked why, she replied 'deal with it.'

Who handles formal complaints with this Inquisition? Is it you Cullen? In any case, I'm filing a formal complaint. Sharing a tent with Cassandra is the most dangerous thing I do out here.

Yours, still soaking wet,

Lavellan.

Report 005.

I'm starting to think none of you take these reports seriously. It was urgent no matter what you all say. Have any of you ever shared a tent with Cassandra? No? Well then, don't tell me it's the least of my problems. I'm looking at you, Leliana. And yes Cullen, I don't care if it's not your department, file the report.

On a slightly less serious note, we finally managed to cut through enemy lines and meet your horse master, Cullen. He has agreed to provide the Inquisition with mounts once his terms are met. I'll explain in more detail when we're back.

Also, we've successfully convinced Mother Giselle to travel to Haven and help with the effort. I'd expect her in a few days if I were you. Not us though, we're going to be delayed again. Afraid it's my fault this time, as Cassandra repeatedly reminds me. I accidentally ate some death weed that looked suspiciously like elf root (cue one of Cassandra's noises). Solas has concocted some awful tasting medicine for me though, and expects I shall stop vomiting by tomorrow morning.

At least it means I get a tent to myself tonight. Cassandra's sharing with the boys, much to their sorrow.

Still, expect us to be delayed another two days. Varrics taking bets on how late we'll be arriving. I've got two sovereigns on five days. Feel free to send him your own bets.

Missing you all,

Lavellan.

Report 006.

Cullen, please stop worrying. By the time I got your note I was already feeling better. Solas's drink worked a treat, despite the taste. But thank you for your concern.

And no Josephine, you cannot have three coppers on three months. For one, it's silver or nothing. And two, three months?! Do you really have such little faith in your companions?

Don't answer that.

Yours, though slightly insulted,

Lavellan.

Report 007.

Good news!

That was a lie.

We're going to be delayed again. Solas has spotted some old elven ruins and has convinced me we need to search them. And I can hear you rolling your eyes Cullen. Don't. Bother.

It's only another day. Plus Varric surprisingly (or maybe not) hates caves almost as much as he hates hiking, so we've got that to look forward to.

To be honest, I wasn't sure the four of us would even get to the Hinterlands without one of us killing each other, but I'm starting to enjoy myself. Cassandra even woke me up with breakfast this morning, sure, it came with a swift kick to the stomach, but I could tell she was really trying.

Yours sincerely,

Lavellan.

Report 008.

We've started the trip back to Haven. Scout Harding is even travelling with us until she and her team move on ahead for 'important scout work.' Personally, I don't think there's any important scout work, I think she just can't handle our slow pace. And she never seems to get Varric's 'Harding' jokes.

In any case, we'll be back within the week.

Expect Harding in two days.

Yours, soon to be in person,

Lavellan.