The book is forgotten over the course of the small war being waged over the table on the subject of low level Fade-iation emission levels from rift shards. It's only once the evening has resolved, their party dispersed, that she realizes the book is there at all.
It is a very long poem, containing enough references to Nevarran literature with which she is unfamiliar enough as to warrant a little extracurricular reading alongside it. While she is reading, the weather finally begins to clear. The house's library, long dismantled, is at last put to rights. She borrows a modest sum of money from a lender in Kirkwall to cover her monthly payment to the Viscount's office in the interest of resolving the administrative costs of the estate and the continued investment of her solicitor to oversee the former. Someone defaces all the newly installed mail cubbies in the Gallows. In sum: the usual assortment of things.
When at last she returns the book, it is in the company of a little chapter book of farmer's prayers which are variations of good luck wishes and old wives tale superstition as much as they are anything to do with Andraste or the Maker.
The accompanying note is simple. On one side it reads:
Mr. Ellis,
I think these are very sweet. Please enjoy them.
Sincerely, W.A. Poppell
And on the other, as if she thought to write it only after having trimmed the note, it asks:
no subject
It is a very long poem, containing enough references to Nevarran literature with which she is unfamiliar enough as to warrant a little extracurricular reading alongside it. While she is reading, the weather finally begins to clear. The house's library, long dismantled, is at last put to rights. She borrows a modest sum of money from a lender in Kirkwall to cover her monthly payment to the Viscount's office in the interest of resolving the administrative costs of the estate and the continued investment of her solicitor to oversee the former. Someone defaces all the newly installed mail cubbies in the Gallows. In sum: the usual assortment of things.
When at last she returns the book, it is in the company of a little chapter book of farmer's prayers which are variations of good luck wishes and old wives tale superstition as much as they are anything to do with Andraste or the Maker.
The accompanying note is simple. On one side it reads:
And on the other, as if she thought to write it only after having trimmed the note, it asks: