closed; bring your father to work day

[inagutterson]

WHO: Yngvi, Kit, Petrana, Wren, special guest star Einar
WHAT: Aftermath of investigating missing Carta agents
WHEN: Early Firstfall
WHERE: Location
NOTES: Potential upsetting discussions about the Casteless

Putting it off as long as he could didn't mean he could put it off forever. Eventually Yngvi had to leave the Gallows, and leaving the Gallows meant eyes on him from the family; everyone delivered back safely with their report but Einar is a dwarf of reputation, a dwarf of stature who plans bigger and better. Not entirely legitimate but then the Antivan Crows once did so much business did they not?

So Yngvi walked out the Gallows, eyes tracked him, Darktown swallowed him, and now he's had to come to the highest of authorities here. Trying to keep it out of his face (he's not good at it, certainly not next to the figure his father cuts) once they're ushered in. It could look like a merchant and his son being dragged along for the experience. Everyone knows their part to play in all this.

"Madame de Cedoux, Kit Gandir, Ser Coupe, I wanted to introduce you to the head of the branch of the Carta whose agents we were able to retrieve recently," Yngvi says, the words tripping out of his mouth in an uncomfortable rush. "Madame de Cedoux's the head of diplomacy, Kit heads up Other Projects, and Ser Coupe is part of Chantry relations; her and Kit were part of the group who-- who were involved at the ground level. So to speak." The fumble is embarrassing, how to talk about them, how to even talk about what happened like that.

"The pleasure is all mine of course, I only wished to come along today with my boy to hear his accounting of it away from the noise in Darktown - you can imagine, the ears aren't what they were years ago - and to convey my gratitude in person." Ah, the old charm is laid out in front of these fine folk (Yngvi is studiously not looking at anything in particular, gaze boring a hole through the wall) with a polished old rogue's smile. "A man never passes up a chance to thank the folk who played a part in returning good men and women to him. Not when they were such an investment. You understand, of course. Perhaps to hear too a little of the Inquisition, Orzammar, how you're settling into this fine city if I might be so bold."

(Yngvi perhaps should've warned them about the sort of dwarf his father and patriarch of the Carta branch is but this probably enough, and honestly every time he thought about it he'd rather be back down in the Deep Roads again.)
 

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There's a bone-deep ugliness in Einar that Kit recognizes from a different man in a different room, decades in his past. Beraht had the same ugliness in him. Like stains under the fingernails from soaking your hands in blood. Doesn't matter that someone else did the bloodletting for you.

Kit glimpses the small gesture Wren makes, feels something tight in his chest uncoil, but it doesn't loosen, not fully. Not when he looks to Yngvi's face, sees the desperation written in newly formed lines there, the threads of his composure unraveling. Kit doesn't have the head for diplomacy, for maintaining appearances like this, and he starts to take a slight step towards Yngvi, only stopping himself because as bad as it is, he doesn't want to make it worse.