Varric Tethras - Inbox

[hugeinorlais]

(Varric's IC Inbox, for all letters, notes, fan-mail, death-threats, and other such correspondence. All messages from Sebastian Vael will be summarily ignored and placed into the Sebastian Vael pile.)

Comments

ISN'T IT, I love it.

[hugeinorlais]

Huh, imagine that, a cultural ethnography written by someone who isn't an old Orlesian lord.

If you've got a draft I'll send it along when I question my editor; if anyone can get anything published in a hurry, it's her.

[mythalenaste]

I have...one draft. Just the one. She'll send it back if she rejects it, won't she?

[hugeinorlais]

Reject it? Why would she reject it?

[Varric is obviously baffled, here. This was not a possibility he'd even entertained. He'd hired Pel as a reader after all; if she'd suddenly forgotten how the Trade Tongue worked, he had bigger problems than a few typos in a draft.]

Of course she'll send it back, but they have to get the plates made up first.

[mythalenaste]

All right. [She sounds terribly nervous, for Pel.] Let me bring it to you.

[hugeinorlais]

Don't worry so much, kid. You'll get it done and get your copy back, I guarantee it.

[In a slightly quieter voice, which is ridiculous because they aren't being overheard anyway:]

All good print houses are dwarven, anyway. I don't know much about the stone and all that stuff, but dwarves don't just destroy books. That's more of a human thing.

[mythalenaste]

How long does it usually take?