[ Donations from all over Thedas, the Revered Mother, in her apparently infinite wisdom and unrivaled authority, had claimed. Clearly, the woman hadn't traveled farther than Orlais if she thought the paltry sample of trite propaganda the "benevolent faithful" had sent to Skyhold was even a fraction of the literature necessary fulfill their needs. His requests for more specific works, those related to history, the conquest of Arlathan specifically, had fallen on deaf ears, but he would not burden Luthien with the issue. The man had enough on his plate with establishing his place, that of a Dalish elf no less, as the "Herald of Andraste" to worry himself with the trivialities of maintaining his library. Maker knew the man took too much on himself to begin with, and with the rumors already flying loosely from the lips of anyone who'd ever seen the two of them speaking...it was best he not ask the elf for anything.
He placed yet another worthless tome atop the quickly growing stack near his chair and pulled a piece of parchment and a quill to take some notes. Perhaps a tersely worded letter to their charming ambassador would get something done... ]
When in doubt, just write Dorian pissed at the state of the Inquisition's "library"
He placed yet another worthless tome atop the quickly growing stack near his chair and pulled a piece of parchment and a quill to take some notes. Perhaps a tersely worded letter to their charming ambassador would get something done... ]