WHO: Kostos/Alistair/Jehan/Silas & Various Others WHAT: Miscellany WHEN: Kingsway WHERE: Probably Kirkwall NOTES: See comment subject lines! And if you would like to do something feel free to just drop it in here.
Kostos absorbs the questions with the same silence and sinking feeling that he would absorb bad news. This is worse than teaching apprentices. At least most of them were afraid of him.
In case there's any hope for instilling similar fear in these two, he doesn't answer, only lifts his gaze from the dog to give them the same sort of look he'd fix on a misbehaving thirteen year old.
He returns Kostos' look. "Unanswered questions make more, you know. I'll answer one, you answer the other?"
Not like he can actually answer his own. Maybe helping the woman with her questions will get Kostos to help him with his, though.
"I'm Anders, by the way. I don't believe we've met, madam. And the bloodsharks... We'd a Rifter come in, already ill. There was something in his bloodstream that spread to other Rifters and the Templars. Since it was lyrium-based, I'd theorize that it could spread to any spirits. Or any harboring spirits."
A quelling look is a quelling look the worlds over. Kostos' expression invokes neither fear nor submission from the Priest but a polite inclination of the chin. This is his ritual and the Priest does not yet know the rules. Information might be sought later--
Though here is this "Anders" giving it anyway. Nuances of expression in Trade are opaque still to the Priest--who is yet certain madam is a category error as a form of address.
No matter. "You will relate the rest of this after." Matter-of-fact.
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In case there's any hope for instilling similar fear in these two, he doesn't answer, only lifts his gaze from the dog to give them the same sort of look he'd fix on a misbehaving thirteen year old.
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Not like he can actually answer his own. Maybe helping the woman with her questions will get Kostos to help him with his, though.
"I'm Anders, by the way. I don't believe we've met, madam. And the bloodsharks... We'd a Rifter come in, already ill. There was something in his bloodstream that spread to other Rifters and the Templars. Since it was lyrium-based, I'd theorize that it could spread to any spirits. Or any harboring spirits."
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Though here is this "Anders" giving it anyway. Nuances of expression in Trade are opaque still to the Priest--who is yet certain madam is a category error as a form of address.
No matter. "You will relate the rest of this after." Matter-of-fact.