Section about us and by us, huh? Hm, huh, yeah, [and then the sound of a large tome closing, shuffling of some pages, quick scratch of quill] that can definitely be arranged. Some of it we'll have to try and scrounge up copies of, if not widely distributed, and some of the things like folk songs, tavern songs, might not have gotten written down as such yet. But yeah. Little bit toot our own horn, little bit see what the general public is aware of and what we can use of that to our advantage.
And easy to arrange even with space being taken up.
[ he does a decent job not sounding relieved. look: sometimes you work up a thirty-slide pitch in your mind. nice surprise when you don't have to use it. ]
Reckon Messere Bastien'd be helpful in the, uh, scrounging. [ master of information and all ] Maybe pruning if we need it. Heard there's a cannibal song for the ex-Commander. Though, dunno - maybe that's useful. Next time we gotta ask a favour, just tell 'em we're hungry.
I can go through some of our own records and hit up diplomacy, yeah. I know they've made some of their own efforts to get positive word of us out; they'll be useful to know what's already circling as it is.
[And then, after a pause in which others might give a curt thanks and farewell:] How's it been with you? You settled in okay? Relatively speaking, between demons and half the Gallows in shambles. [y'know little things] Rowntree give you his traditional hard time?
[ the march had its share of demons and tents. and supply disruptions. and sand, maker, so much fucking sand. ]
Reckon he’s been busy - so at least I don't gotta keep my face straight for yes ser's. He been on you?
[ gave barrow and keen a petty shoulder for sure, but no one wants cedric's opinion of that mess. rowntree should hang for all he’s done. it doesn't mean he was wrong: they got vanya. it could've gone worse. ]
He likes interrogating Templars. We could be spies, you know. And how suspicious is it that some might come to join Riftwatch!
[Mobius has Opinions about the suitability of a dangerous warmonger mage to the post he's gotten, but that's not his decision to make, so all he has to do is stay out of the line of fire and generally not acknowledge the misconception that Rowntree has any authority over him.
Man makes a much better wolf than a person, okay.]
Though as far as food, you ever try your hand in the kitchens?
[ he says, instead of — so he only talked to keen?
wouldn't help nothing. his fist curls: reflexive, defensive. cradling the anchor.
cedric hasn't quit. it's different, and he's got to believe that, or it all starts to sound suspicious. took three months to catch the thing, and every night lately he lies awake; waiting for the hammer to fall. for someone to find out.
he hasn't quit. it's different. ]
Been a while, but don't guess potato-peeling's changed. You got a recipe in mind?
Mostly I've just been on pancakes, but there's some standard old recipes we can whip together. See if I can remember some from back in the day to boot. The better ones, not the 'throw everything in a pot and see what happens' ones.
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And easy to arrange even with space being taken up.
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Reckon Messere Bastien'd be helpful in the, uh, scrounging. [ master of information and all ] Maybe pruning if we need it. Heard there's a cannibal song for the ex-Commander. Though, dunno - maybe that's useful. Next time we gotta ask a favour, just tell 'em we're hungry.
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[And then, after a pause in which others might give a curt thanks and farewell:] How's it been with you? You settled in okay? Relatively speaking, between demons and half the Gallows in shambles. [y'know little things] Rowntree give you his traditional hard time?
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[ the march had its share of demons and tents. and supply disruptions. and sand, maker, so much fucking sand. ]
Reckon he’s been busy - so at least I don't gotta keep my face straight for yes ser's. He been on you?
[ gave barrow and keen a petty shoulder for sure, but no one wants cedric's opinion of that mess. rowntree should hang for all he’s done. it doesn't mean he was wrong: they got vanya. it could've gone worse. ]
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[Mobius has Opinions about the suitability of a dangerous warmonger mage to the post he's gotten, but that's not his decision to make, so all he has to do is stay out of the line of fire and generally not acknowledge the misconception that Rowntree has any authority over him.
Man makes a much better wolf than a person, okay.]
Though as far as food, you ever try your hand in the kitchens?
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[ he says, instead of — so he only talked to keen?
wouldn't help nothing. his fist curls: reflexive, defensive. cradling the anchor.
cedric hasn't quit. it's different, and he's got to believe that, or it all starts to sound suspicious. took three months to catch the thing, and every night lately he lies awake; waiting for the hammer to fall. for someone to find out.
he hasn't quit. it's different. ]
Been a while, but don't guess potato-peeling's changed. You got a recipe in mind?
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[ joking, but uncertain whether he's overshot familiarity -
so it's not as funny as it could be (no timing) before he adds quick: ]
Meet you down there.