"Paperwork..." Dawn Trevelyan sighed. "How much paperwork must the Herald of Andraste go over for a pack of bloody mabaris that were, in fact, gifted to us from King Alistair?"
She glanced pensively through a window in Josephine's office, as the ambassador helped her with the paper. Josephine frowned slightly. "Inquisitor," she chided, "this paperwork covers more than just the dogs. It covers trainers, kennels for Skyhold, several hundred pounds of dog food shipments, and more than a few boxes of mabari crunch."
"I know, but..." Dawn rolled her eyes, rolling a lock of her long, dark brown hair in a free hand, twirling a quill in her other hand as she returned her gaze to the paper. "I had no idea getting dogs for the Inquisition could be so much work."
Josephine looked up from her papers and smiled briefly at the Inquisitor. "Look on the bright side. Once this work is done, and the kennels are properly set up-- you said you liked dogs once, didn't you? You'll get to go pl