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for notes, letters, and other exchanges

the door to Samson's room is guarded by an armed man; open-door visitors may come and go during appointed hours; private visits may be held with permission from the appropriate authority (or by bypassing the guard somehow, if you're so determined) paper messages may be exchanged; all contents will be skimmed by an officer unless delivered surreptitiously he has no sending crystal nor any message book at this time

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[I'm in Skyhold is blacked out with thick ink, but Samson can guess where she is easily enough. Even though it's an act of doubt, and one that is wise on Merrill's part, that she hasn't come to see him pricks him in a place he hadn't expected to be so tender. He summons no guard to see if they can find her, perhaps relay a message; he sends no letter to Ashara; he learns he's being moved to Kirkwall in the months to come and still sends nothing.

He's squeezed inside by a cold fist when his thoughts drift to Merrill, or their friendship, or the mess he fears he'd have made of it—just like he makes a mess of everything—so he does his best not to. He throws himself into what little work he's given. He nearly tears the head off of anyone who attempts to ask him about the letters or why they've stopped.

And then, the move...]