( at first, nothing distinct. a fire burning, the distant murmur of voices, night sounds with no walls to muffle them. then; )

Asher passed. I've gone with his friends to the hold, for his funeral rites. I don't want to talk, I only wanted to say. I hope Orlais is -

( she knows what orlais is. he can probably imagine the face she makes. )

You can't bring me anything back if you get arrested for your charming personality, don't forget. Goodnight.