[closed] a cordial meeting

[arlathvhen]

WHO: Beleth and Loki
WHAT: Beleth & Loki have a friendly chat over tea about blackmail and conspiracies
WHEN: The day after Beleth’s network post
WHERE: House Asgard’s estate in Kirkwall
NOTES: none for now

Perhaps it was foolishly risky, accepting Loki’s invitation, and entering the estate without any backup, save the possible presence of a single servant. But Beleth doubted that she’d want anyone else to overhear what they had to discuss, and she was relying on Loki being loathe to do anything, with those damning pieces of evidence somewhere out there.

Hopefully, at least. Besides, it’s not like she’ll ever get anywhere not taking risks, and she’s certainly not going to just sit on what she’s found out for the rest of her life.

So she shows up at the appointed place and time, carefully dressed and styled in a manner appropriate for a high class Orlesian tea. As much as a Dalish can be, anyway. At least if she dies, she’ll be dressed for a funeral.

It’s with that cheery thought that she crosses the threshold to House Asgard, nodding briefly to whatever servant (Slave? Let’s go with servant) came to greet her at the door. Here it goes.

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[hwaaaitsme]

"My valet managed to never set anything aflame in all the years he has owned it," Loki mentions over the rim of his cup. "Though I suppose that is to be expected, Southerners are so rarely familiar with basic, every-day magics."

Asides and digs are always fun but Loki can't truly bring himself to play the game with a Dalish elf. There's little point to it and no one around to overhear them, besides.

"In any case, if the vials survive I would rather like them back," Loki says and rests his teacup in the saucer. His green eyes fix on Beleth and his polite smile maintains, however thinly. "If you have a price, I insist you name it."

[arlathvhen]

"And Northerners are rarely familiar with the Dalish," Beleth replies calmly, studying her tea, before taking a few sips of it. Can't imagine WHY there are so few Dalish around Tevinter. It's a mystery. "I have multiple mages in my family--and we don't send them to Circles. They usually avoid attempting flames near flammable materials."

Beleth doesn't seem quite as eager to move on as he is, probably because she still hasn't quite decided if she wants to keep the objects or bargain them away. There's nothing Loki possesses that she desires, but holding onto them long term seems like a poor idea.

"For now, I don't have a price. I would like to consider them as...encouragement for good behavior." She glances at him, eyebrows raised. "I won't tell anyone about them, and they will stay safe, for as long as you and your brother remain steadfast allies to the Inquisition." There is a measured pause, and then Beleth glances around the room, and then tilts her head, tone as casual as someone discussing the weather.

"How is Thor doing, by the way? I hope his health hasn't taken into any recent declines?"

[hwaaaitsme]

Loki levels a very wan look at Beleth. His expression lingers, flat but almost bemused as he considers what she's saying. She is either a very good liar or a very poor negotiator and Loki can't seem to decide which it is. He stares a moment longer before lowering his tea down and setting the saucer on the table.

"Pardon, did you just suggest that you are...blackmailing me for good behavior?" Loki asks. It is more forthright than he is wont to be but, by the same token, they cannot be overheard and he has never experienced something so...banal.

"Ah, no, my mistake--myself and my brother?" He clarifies and, after a pause, actually has to stifle a very sharp but honest laugh. "Oh dear, this is....hm, daresay, precious."

He folds his hands across his lap and smiles, almost bored, at Beleth.

"I shall tell you, then, what I told Thranduil. I honestly don't care about your endeavors here, nor about Corypheus, nor about the rift in the sky. They do not matter one whit to me, for good or ill, and I have no reason to sabotage them. I am here for my brother. He was...insistent we come and would give me no peace," he explains. "I am here so that, should he perish, someone can recount the tale to our father.

"Now, it is fortunate for you, that I am easily bored. One can only occupy onesself for so long with parties and sex and I have nearly had my fill. I would help your organization, and have no issue using my money, my contacts, and my skills to do so, but you have offered me no tasks. None beyond this nebulous demand that I be good, which I can only assume means do not attempt to reconquer the foolish south with a wave of blood magic.

"So here we sit, you threatening me to acquire something you already have and neglecting what I have already offered. Would you care for more tea?"

[arlathvhen]

Beleth sits through Loki's speech, her face politely impassive. Even at his laugh, her only reaction is for her brows to raise, just slightly. If Loki's condescending attitude bothered her, she certainly doesn't show it. Instead, she sets her teacup back on the table, and gives a little nod.

"I would like more tea, thank you."

And in the meantime, she'll snag another little cake. Honestly, it was worth having to deal with Loki to get these.

"It's moving, how much you care about your brother. I hope that you won't be required to do any kind of recounting in his stead." Slowly, she flicks her eyes up from the cake to Loki's face. "A hope that, I'm sure, you also share." And back to the cake. "I have a brother, as well. I know how close those bonds can be."

Now, to address the actual bulk of his statement. She doesn't speak right away, and wonders, as she's wondered many times, how Leliana would handle this situation. Perhaps she could sic Baron Plucky on him and be done with it.

"You truly don't care about this situation with Corypheus?" Okay, that might not be addressing the main point, but it's certainly something that needs addressing before she even considers touching him as a potential Inquisition resource. "He nearly tore the Veil asunder and ripped open the Fade. And the person who stopped him from doing it is now quite dead."

[hwaaaitsme]

Loki waves his valet over and the man calmly pours her another cup of tea, his demeanor perfectly in keeping with the setting, if not the conversation. Loki waits for her response and, to her credit, is a little surprised by the sudden shift in conversation. She had evaded dealing with the issue at hand by asking a rather pertinent follow-up.

Loki considers her and lifts his tea up again, taking another sip before answering.

"There is a wildfire spreading across the peninsula of Jotunn; it is a terrible thing, ruining thousands of acres of land, and has no end in sight. It cannot be contained, doused, or dealt with and the destruction it will cause is simply a fact of life." Loki tells her. "Now, we can move the people to safety, we can protect what they can take from their homes, but we cannot stop a disaster of that magnitude until it has burned to the fringes where we can get at it. Where we can kill it.

"You care about the wildfire, many people do, in a distant sort of way, but you are not faced with it just as I am not faced with it. It is, at the moment, a problem waiting for a solution that is out of our hands.

"I care about Corypheus in the same way I care about that wildfire," Loki assures her and, frankly, seems as though he is being honest. "Many things have been lost, things I never saw or knew or cared about, and I'll agree it's very tragic that person is dead, but I am not directly invested in them or the situation.

"Given the chance, yes, I would rather like to put an end to this disaster before it destroys more than it must, and I feel as though his Venatori followers are fools begging at the altar of a twisted creature cum madman, but the machinations of a distant villain don't keep me up at night."

[arlathvhen]

Beleth listens to his explanation, only interrupting to murmur thanks to the valet as she accepts her tea. Because she has manners.

However, as he goes on, she can't help but quirk an eyebrow, that becomes a slight frown as he continues. First, a sip of her tea, as she tries to figure out just how the heck Loki came to this conclusion, and how to counter it.

"I think that your view on the wildfire spreading is fair enough, but I don't feel like it quite accurately compares to what we are facing. You're quite right in that there's little point in attempting to stop a wildfire. Were I to fire an arrow at the fire, all I would have is a burnt arrow. However, if I fire an arrow at a Venatori, I now have one less Venatori to deal with."

Certainly, she's done that enough times.

"I think a better comparison would be the Blight--Corypheus is a darkspawn, after all. He spreads, killing where he can, and if unchecked, could destroy the world. And it might seem like there's nothing that can be done, but each time it's happened, we have fought, and won. With the Grey Wardens' help, of course." Which they have secured...some of. Kinda. "That is to say, Corypheus is no force of nature which must be endured. He is a person, as is his followers, and both can very much be killed."