Acquisition[edit | edit source]
Operation text[edit | edit source]
Provisioner Olinka, who supplied the Inquisition with our glass and solutions, has disintegrated. So far as we can tell, it was an unfortunate mishap involving a barrel of powdered sulfur and two over-eager raccoons. The raccoons didn't survive either. Prayers for Olinka and her furry friends will be said tomorrow at midnight.
I hope you realize that this is a problem. Our supplies are finite, and we're going to run out. We'll need another provisioner. Problem is, no one wants to handle the stuff we ask for.
Advisor suggestions[edit | edit source]
Josephine - 4:00:00[edit | edit source]
Everyone has a price. Throw enough gold around and someone will risk disintegration.
Leliana - 4:00:00[edit | edit source]
Olinka worked with those materials for decades. She didn't disintegrate by accident. Perhaps figuring out what happened will calm fears.
Cullen - 3:12:00[edit | edit source]
Nothing works as quickly as good, old-fashioned intimidation. We have swords at the ready.
Result[edit | edit source]
Josephine[edit | edit source]
Additional duties for handling? A safety tax? Does the ambassador realize she's made everything twice as expensive? I hope she's ready to foot the bill. Kihm
Leliana[edit | edit source]
Got a message from our new provisioner. Looks like everyone's breathing easier, knowing it wasn't an accident, just ill-advised action. I doubt anyone will experiment for a while with a raccoon-based delivery system for sulfurous smoke ampoules. Kihm
Cullen[edit | edit source]
Perfect. The commander's creative use of your brawniest has forced a trading cartel to step forward. Imagine the minds your soldiers could change if they were on fire! Just a thought. But really, consider it. Kihm
Rewards[edit | edit source]