Dear Josephine,
I consider the Inquisition highly organized and powerful. Exceptional and worthy of praise. I also consider its people and agents smart and competent. All of this... So why in the name of the Maker are there underwear that are not mine mixed into my laundry? I face people who want to kill me every day, I have to save the world from a rift spawning demons, and I have to deal with nobles from Orlais... Do you understand the annoyance and stress? And if I have to find under garments that are not my own in my personal effects... well it deals a blow to my confidence in the Inquisition. We need to increase our standards! And everyone must do their part!
I got you, didn't I?
Alas, I can imagine the horrified look on your face.
However, do not fret. I am not angry and in fact was slightly amused by this odd occurrence.
But please do try and return them to their rightful owner before Varric finds out. If you have to, offer a reward. Be discreet. This is honestly ludicrous and frankly, embarrassing. While you're at it, thank someone for making me laugh and feel mortified at the same time.
Yours sincerely,
The Inquisitor.
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. Notes from Josephine -
Oh dear! How did this happen. Discretion is wise on the matter. I will speak with the maids in charge of the laundry to resolve the issue.
. Notes from Varric -
Don't fret, your Inquisitorialness... This will definitely make the rounds and be the talk of the place for months! Seriously though, I want to know who your personal stalker is. You've given me an idea for a book. It's going to be called, The Mysterious Underpants in the Laundry!
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