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I'm meeting an Inquisition agent. They had someone there already who could do the initial surveillance.
[ She turns back to her reports, but her attention doesn't stick, and after a moment she sets the papers on the table at her elbow. It takes a twist and a push off the near arm to rearrange, but she turns onto her side and fits herself into the narrow space between Darras and the couch back, head on his chest.
[ She turns back to her reports, but her attention doesn't stick, and after a moment she sets the papers on the table at her elbow. It takes a twist and a push off the near arm to rearrange, but she turns onto her side and fits herself into the narrow space between Darras and the couch back, head on his chest.
[Surprised, first, and then pleased quickly after, Darras shifts over to make room for her. He barely has to. She fits herself in quite neatly, and quickly, leaving him to smile at her and--after a moment--lean down to kiss whatever bit of her he can manage at this angle--top of her head, hair, forehead, anything would be good.]
Thought you were working.
Thought you were working.
[Two finely-wrapped bricks of sugar and tea can be found on Yseult's desk, along with the note (in one of Scouting's cyphers):]
This is not a bribe to get out of training with griffons, but if it works as one, I shall not argue.
-M.D.
This is not a bribe to get out of training with griffons, but if it works as one, I shall not argue.
-M.D.
I can barely manage horses, and know the limits of my endurance. But as you've asked me to make the attempt, I will.
-M.D.
-M.D.
Well. [It's one of those measuring words for defining space where a thought it being turned over or as a precursor to being a shit heel:] I suppose in a way that frees our hands here.
[Behind the shape of his hand, in the process of smoothing the corners of his mustache, a twitching grin is being poorly shielded.]
[Behind the shape of his hand, in the process of smoothing the corners of his mustache, a twitching grin is being poorly shielded.]
Not them. [Sounds like 'Fuck you.' He hauls the door shut behind him.]
Our connections with the slave population. The people Kitty Jones has evidently been writing to for Maker knows how long, promising what I cannot even begin to imagine, and which no one thought important enough to mention.
Our connections with the slave population. The people Kitty Jones has evidently been writing to for Maker knows how long, promising what I cannot even begin to imagine, and which no one thought important enough to mention.
[If there's a split second where he falters up against that reasoning, he rallies impressively. Someone might have.]
That she has some communication with members of a Tevinter slave resistance, that they are the reason Artemaeus thought to ask for her help in the first place, and that you and Alexandrie de la Fontaine have known all about it. Did she make contact during the Inquisition's trip to Minrathous?
That she has some communication with members of a Tevinter slave resistance, that they are the reason Artemaeus thought to ask for her help in the first place, and that you and Alexandrie de la Fontaine have known all about it. Did she make contact during the Inquisition's trip to Minrathous?
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