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Sorry about that lyrium deal at the Conclave going sideways. When I said I expected the talks to blow up, that ... wasn't what I meant. At least you made it out of there in one piece. You always did have strange luck.
I'm not saying where I am now. Let's call it 'somewhere safe enough' and leave the prying eyes guessing. The Dasher's looking for you - well, for both of us, but mostly you - angry as a drunk bronto. He thinks you ran off with his lyrium, salroka. And now you're hiding from the Carta behind a wall of Inquisition muscle. I'd be careful if I were you.
We can't openly negotiate with the Carta, but we might get Orzammar's ambassador to do so on our behalf.
This Carta clan could be useful to us. We should arrange a payoff.
We can subdue this branch of the Carta with little difficulty.
Word is that the Dasher's called off his hit. Not sure why or how, though, so watch yourself. Could be a trick to lure you out into the open.
What I'm hearing is, the Carta's been paid off. No more hit, happy Dasher, all that rot. Good work. Might even see if I can pay a visit to one of the safe houses and not lose my head. I'll be in touch.
Heard your Inquisition friends tore up one of the Dasher's safe houses. A few dusters bought it, but nobody we liked, so good riddance. I don't think the Dasher'll come after you, but I'd keep my head down if I were you. Plenty of clan's going to be angry now.
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