Met a guy named Krem today. He gave us a message, shot me a wink, and left. I calmly explained that I needed to meet these mercenaries personally and may or may not have heard Cassandra laugh very loudly after I leaned on the war table and almost knocked over every piece we had on there. Once I helped Lelianna put them back in place, I explained about Krem and the message.
"So we just need to go to the Storm Coast." I added in a smile with a careful lean on the wartable.
Lelianna, still laughing at me, agreed and sent her scouts ahead to see what was going on in the Storm Coast before I could go. She even rubbed my head and walked out like it was some joke she had with herself. Cassandra and the others left too. As they left I noticed a small letter sitting near where Josephine usually stands when the war table is called. I picked it up and noticed that it was started in elven, and a quick check revealed that it was my keeper. But... the letter I got back from her wasn't this one, and the handwriting was different.
I couldn't bear to read it for more than a few lines. There was no way that my keeper wrote that, because I don't remember...
I don't remember what else happened the day she sent me to the conclave.
I'm worried I'm forgetting things that are important for some reason -maybe the Mark- so I've tried to do better for this journal. I need to record everything so I can remember it. I have to remember it, because from the looks of things I might be able to leave after the Breach is closed. I have to find answers in my clan because my keeper will know.
If she still wants to talk to me that is.
Once we arrived at the Storm Coast I saw why it was called thus. In about five seconds, Cassandra's, Vivienne's, and my makeup started to run due to the rain and we looked like the crazed bandits we hunted down later. Uh, more on those bandits later.
It didn't take long for us to find the skirmish on the beach with the Chargers. They had it well in hand, but I figured that loosing a few arrows to impress them with my own personal skills wouldn't hurt either. Soon enough the Tevinter guys were cleared out and I found myself impressed by the fact that Krem -Cremsisuis Aclassi is his full name- was able to swing around a huge maul like that. In fact, upon closer inspection I noticed that it was a dragonling skull that had been bolted onto a stick.
The Iron Bull made fun of me, slapping me on my back and asking if I enjoyed the view. I may or may not have mumbled yes. He laughed harder. Then we talked logistics for a few minutes, he told me he was basically a Qunari spy. That sounds really cool. I wish I had the skillset to be a spy like Bull. Don't think I could pull off the horns, though.
Afterwards, I took Bull with me to deal with the bandits that had been attacking the Inquisition's men and defeated their leader with his help. He wasn't kidding when he said that he could help us on the battlefield with fighting. The man knows his way around a sledgehammer that's taller than I am. That's not a euphemism for anything, by the way. Bull is nice but I don't think I like him like that.
Also last night he offered to 'help me relieve some of my stress' and I banned him from ever entering my tent. Vivienne stared him down until he understood that I wasn't up for it. Bless Vivienne, I didn't want him to know. I don't think any of them know yet, and for that I'm grateful. Unfortunately, I underpacked Adan's potions for me, so I have to fake my voice all the way back. It's kind of strange that I went from not having this potion to having it and I sound almost spoiled that I have it now.
Although... most of my memories aren't of faking my voice. I remember...
Ngh. Head hurts, and I'm already out of my binder so I should turn in early for the night. Before some huge catastrophe hits us in the morning.