Date: 2017-11-19 02:35 pm (UTC)
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"Maker's breath."

The entire page is ruined and Aveline doesn't have the energy or patience ― if she's honest, it's the patience part that's destroying her at the moment ― to write up an entirely new one. Writing letters to people isn't her style; it's Varric's. At this point, she would love nothing more than to be able to give this job to him. But it's for the Guard Captain and that means her.

Aveline huffs out an angry breath, balling up the paper with little regard for how much ink she's going to get on her armor or how much scrubbing she'll have to do later to get it out. At least not until she's pitched the offending ball into a corner and realized there is a smudge on her gauntlet. Fortunately, a distraction in the shape of trouble walks in at that moment and Aveline gratefully turns her attention to Hawke.

"I need to scrub this patch of ink off, but after that I'm going on patrol. Could use a hand, if you've got one to spare."

In other words, Aveline would love company and a distraction. Help a girl out, Hawke.
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