Letter from The Front to Adamant Fortress:
Please give the letter attached to Warden-Commander Cassian Amell. It is very important that he receives the letter as soon as he gets better. Don't let him read it until he is fully healed, as I assume he will feel urged to leave bedrest.
Take care of him for me. As many of you remember he was a vital part of the Inquisition. His sacrifice allowed those of us to escape the fade and make it home. We owe our lives and everything to him.
Adahl'melana "Lanaya" Istimaethoriel Lavellan, Inquisitor First-Thaw.
Attached is a letter addressed to Cassian in Lanaya's handwriting. Handwriting is professional and hints at the writer being unfamiliar or a stranger to the receiver. Towards the end the handwriting becomes more familiar.
Letter from The Front to Warden-Commander Cassian Amell:
I would go to Adamant Fortress in person to see you for myself but I'm afraid many things prevent me from doing so. They say the fade "spit you out" (not my words), is that true? I assumed I would never see you again.
There's a lot to say but I'm afraid this letter would be never-ending and we'd be here all day, so I will make an attempt to keep it short.
If you haven't been briefed yet, you really have a knack for timing. There's a new blight we don't quite understand yet, my own Gods are loose in the North (they also control the Blight and darkspawn, I will explain later).
Please come to our Forward Camp at your earliest convenience and when you're feeling better (I mean it, stay in bed until you're cleared, Cassian). We are hoping to take back Skyhold, as it has been overrun with darkspawn and blight. The South is in shambles but what remains of the Inquisition is doing its best to keep things together.
In Orlais, a splinter faction of the nobility has united with the Venatori and launched an assault on both the royal forces of Orlais and the border keeps of Ferelden. Antaam corsairs harass shipping out of Ostwick, and further south, blight has emerged. Hoards of darkspawn have been spotted near the ruins of Ostagar. And to top it all off, nobody wants to work together. So, here I am, putting things back together once again. Care to join me?
I apologize for how professional this letter may seem. Being face-to-face would allow for me to speak more openly and speak on more personal matters. If you come to our Forward Camp, that is. I would understand if you would rather make yourself useful anywhere else.
I'm relieved and glad that you're alive, even despite everything.
Letter from the Hero of Ferelden, Champion of Redcliffe, Fereldan Warden-Commander Cassian Amell to Inquisitor Adahl'melana Istimaethoriel Lavellan, Inquisitor First-Thaw.
It arrives in a hastily-closed bit of parchment as if the sender was in a rush. The wax seal is a Darkspawn-blood deep red with the Grey Warden sigil.
The writing scrawled upon the paper is slanted and visibly shaky, like the writer is unaccustomed to holding a quill in his hand. Lanaya's name is meticulously and flawlessly written.
Yes, the Fade opened up and 'spat me out', as they said. It wasn't particularly pleasant. My backside is quite tender, as you can imagine. The feeling of being upon solid ground is... indescribable. Overwhelming, almost.
I decided to linger in the Fade for a while (what year is it?) and all of Thedas falls to shambles. Typical, really. I am so amused. Can you hear how pleased I am about it? Maker, what was it Alistair said to me when we first met...
Ah, yes: one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together.
I thought him to be mad (much like most of my companions during that time), but it continues to be proven again and again.
You have consumed my every waking thought since my return. Has your voice deepened with age? Have you somehow surpassed your beauty? I imagine the subtle pepper of white strands throughout the red. I was terrified that I would forget the sound of your voice, or the curve of your cheek, your hand within mine.
I will arrive at the Forward Camp within a fortnight.