*A mysterious elf walks into Cabot's and joins Roly at the bar. Subdued whispers rapidly give way to slightly agitated raised vocies...*
Roly: What in the name of Andraste's knickers do you mean by "nothing?"
Elf: Just what I said, nothing. Her quarters and her "Elven Glory" buddy Solas' quarters turned up nothing. I even frisked her while she napped. Nothing.
Roly: Dammit, I want those pictures. Go look again.
Elf: Don't tell me how to do my job. They aren't there.
Roly: *pfft* Contrary to your reputation, you're clearly not all that witty, Ritts.
Ritts: Suck it, bubble boy. And don't think that just because they weren't where said they would be that you don't owe me my payment.
Roly: Bah! Payment on delivery of the goods...
Ritts: ... was not the agreement, and you know it. You have one day, or I tell Leliana who stole her favorite pair of shoes.
Roly: They're orthopedic. I have bad arches.
Ritts: *rolls eyes* yeah, whatever... one day, that's all you have.
*Ritts departs, leaving a disgruntled Roly at the bar*
Cabot! Something green.

Knew you'd search Solas' room too. Leliana tipped me off. Cabot, something for the road and to keep me awake.





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