Lantos,

Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to you, things around here are busier than you would think. Although I guess we should have expected that saving the world wouldn't exactly be a cakewalk, but fuck it. I hope everything is still going well with the old crew, you better be keeping a good eye on the young ones too. Let them have their fun, sure, but I better not be hearing of Dezzie or Sil or Randon getting arrested for some bullshit or another.

Sorry old friend, I'm being the Inquisitor again aren't I?

I'll stop, I know that they're all in good hands with you...well, good enough hands anyways, it's been a while since you accidentally blew something up, right?

Don't answer that.

Anyways, you had asked about some of the people in the Inquisition, hadn't you? Maker there's a ton of them though, if I told you about all of them, I'd end up sending you a full size novel. And let's be honest Lantos, when was the last time you read a book?

Instead, I'll just tell you one of the people who who have surprised me more than the rest. Don't worry you old fart, I haven't replaced you yet, I still need another grey-hair who can actually relate to me sometimes.

Have you ever met a Tevinter mage before Lantos? Cause I sure hadn't, not officially at least (I'm not counting hiding from their fireballs behind my shield as an official 'meeting'). It doesn't matter I suppose, because Dorian is probably unlike any Tevinter man that you'll ever meet. He came to us just before all that shit went down in Haven, the bastard almost got himself killed before he even knew who we were.

It wasn't until long after Haven that I actually got a chance to sit down and talk with Dorian. I was expecting him to start ranting about how strange it was that a dwarf was leader of the Inquisition, or how strange my old carta connections were, or something else that I had heard a hundred times. Instead, we just talked about what happened at Redcliffe, and the fall of the mages there. We talked about his old master, where he was hoping to fit in the Inquisition, and...it wasn't after the talk that I realized we didn't mention either of our backgrounds once. He didn't bring up my dwarfiness, and I didn't bring up his magister-ness, we just...talked.

That's how it went for a while, just two grown men talking, with Dorian sometimes making me feel like I'm a young kid who doesn't know anything. The man is a bloody genius when it comes to magic, I sometimes wonder if he does anything else during the day apart from read, but then I see what he's able to do with magic and...damn, the man has got talent too.

And if it sounds like I'm gushing over him so much that I have some kind of crush on him...well you wouldn't be the only one. There were rumors flying around Skyhold for a while saying that me and him were 'involved'. I was worried about what Josephine would think, but I believe that she found it more entertaining than anyone else did. Dorian for his part, seemed to be much more interested in the Qunari I mentioned last time, even though they usually end up at each other's throats.

Anyways, I always felt like our friendship was one sided though, with me constantly going to him for advice about magic and relations with Tevinter and what not. Not that he minded, he would be the first to tell you that he loves the sound of his own voice. Still though, made me feel like an idiot sometimes.

That is, until I met his father.

Tevinter's fucked up Lantos, they don't mind a man being with other men, just so long as he has a wife at the same time. I went with him to go and rendezvous with his father, and Dorian started laying into his father, screaming about their past and everything.

Now, I don't know if it's age, or wisdom, or just me being a stubborn old man...but seeing that, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the two of them. Sure there was a fucked up history, but no matter what you try to do, a son will always have a father. So I told Dorian what I wish someone told me fifty years ago, that he needs to just go and talk to the man, preferably without shouting.

Now, Dorian writes letters to his family a few times a week. Most surprisingly however, is that he's started coming to me for advice with that kind of stuff. Somehow, I've become the authority on family stuff for Dorian. Kind of ironic for a guy that never married and never really knew his own father. But hey, I guess I've had you lot as a family now for a few decades, so maybe I just skipped being a father and went straight for grandpa territory.

Anyways, I've had several people 'casually' walk by as I've been writing this letter, and I just know that they're all waiting for me to come help them with something. I'll tell you more next time old friend, just know that I am doing well, and I am glad that you're doing the same.

Say hello to the old crew for me.

Cheers,

Edrun Cadash

PS. Josephine says that she would love to come and meet the old crew, we'll just have to wait until we have all this end of the world stuff figured out. So, in the meantime, if you could teach some of the teenagers how to actually use a knife and fork, I'd really appreciate it. You old git.