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[lifeofendurance]

WHO: Aleron, Christine, Luwenna and Malcolm; Aleron, Luwenna, Bethany
WHAT: Intel from future AU comes home.
WHEN: Mid-month, after Nevarra
WHERE: Kirkwall: Christine's office / Darton house
NOTES: Al is a boring stick-in-the-mud? idk, will update as needed

[Part One: Christine's Office]
[Aleron still doesn't like this. He doesn't like working with anything but facts. He doesn't particularly care for Wren, either. Neither does Malcolm particularly wish to open up with this information, and for that he cannot be blamed. Still, there is some potential for a fresh perspective in at least speaking to Christine about Ser Coupe's account.

They arrive collectively and Aleron cannot help but feel like they're about to ambush his friend. Possibly because to date this has been mere speculative of a potential future and not substantiated facts. Even so, Christine receives a warm smile and a peck on either cheek in greeting.]

I do apologize for the inconvenience, my friend.

[No really. He does. It's on Wren to share as far as he is concerned. Hers is the eyewitness account.]


[Part Two: Dinner with Bethany]
[Well. It's done. At least the first telling of information. Now comes the remainder of the balance. Bethany needs to be told. Aleron still doesn't like this. Not enough facts, not enough evidence uncovered through investigation or research. But likewise, if this is to be pushed forward through official channels, it must needs be discussed at home.

And he refuses to upset his wife with a third-hand retelling.

It's a concession, inviting Ser Coupe into their home to dine. However, Aleron intends to conduct himself as a polite host, even if he does not care for the company nor the intended discourse of the evening.]

Comments

[tactical_alert]

It's been a weight, a strain on them both over the course of their time with the Inquisition. That whatever contacts they had had, they were no more. That the Lord Seeker up and fucked off as it were, in defiance of everything that they were supposed to stand for--and with all the others in tow? Were they really all so secretively in hiding, or was it worse than that? Were they all dead? Had they all succumbed? Were they perhaps working for the enemy, be it Corypheus or the Venatori or anyone else just beyond their reach?

He hadn't pressed Wren for details, none more than necessary, of their dark but hopefully now diverted future. He has imagination plenty and can read between lines. But the few details he has, he can help expand upon it, with a clearing of his throat.

"That I am aware of," he corrects, throwing a glance at Wren to please (please) interrupt if he's wrong, "the Seekers in question were none more than us who stand before you, rather than whatever of the lot out there is left."

[limier]

He isn't (wrong).

"Quite." Wren meets his gaze, steady, belied by the curl of nails onto wood. "The Lady Seeker predeceased our arrival."

And this, too literal a crowd to pull at the threads of whisper therein.

"I mislike a lurking threat. Yet a Venatori effort to take the South, and a concerted pursuit of our agents," She wants for a pen, a blade, something to tap and fiddle and pry. A cheap habit. Hardly permissible, here and now. "Revealed no Seekers."

"This cannot rule out their involvement elsewhere. Our intelligence was fractured, and grows moreso, for the march of days. As Mme. Delacroix says — much has changed already."

"But to whatever purpose they have gone, we've less cause for alarm than we might. Three years is time enough to raise a force, did one intend to."