"If anyone could demand politely and make sure it was never a demand in the first place, it'd be the Qunari. After Herian and Coupe went off with a group to go dragon-slaying before them this shouldn't be so daunting but if you get freedom and drink into someone then some things run roughshod over common sense." She clicks her tongue--
She isn't going to think about a Tal-Vashoth boy who was Qunari with another namAge lurking beneath, disappeared off but somewhere. Somewhere in the world. Araceli doesn't enjoy not being able to clearly see all the exits when someone could be waiting to shoot her in the back of the leg then stroll after her while she's trying to limp off.
"I agree though that it can't hurt; if she's the sort of old woman who'd see someone locked away, she'd certainly not see him happy and we can easily promise him misery in spades. Someone to practice the lute outside his door at unsociable hours." Easily arranged by a bard who does indeed do that and keeps odd hours as is or a fox to caterwaul, spice it up. "Deny him his wine, whatever rations the mages got on strike. Gennaro wants our friendship. Weapons and information both ways make him an easy man to please, if we can get out of this without upsetting him I'd do it. We don't have allies here to speak of."
Not outside immediate members of the Inquisition which makes it somewhat less reliable in her opinion. Better to have people here. People who can tell them what's going on between the Merchant Princes and the King whenever that finally decides to come to a head.
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She isn't going to think about a Tal-Vashoth boy who was Qunari with another namAge lurking beneath, disappeared off but somewhere. Somewhere in the world. Araceli doesn't enjoy not being able to clearly see all the exits when someone could be waiting to shoot her in the back of the leg then stroll after her while she's trying to limp off.
"I agree though that it can't hurt; if she's the sort of old woman who'd see someone locked away, she'd certainly not see him happy and we can easily promise him misery in spades. Someone to practice the lute outside his door at unsociable hours." Easily arranged by a bard who does indeed do that and keeps odd hours as is or a fox to caterwaul, spice it up. "Deny him his wine, whatever rations the mages got on strike. Gennaro wants our friendship. Weapons and information both ways make him an easy man to please, if we can get out of this without upsetting him I'd do it. We don't have allies here to speak of."
Not outside immediate members of the Inquisition which makes it somewhat less reliable in her opinion. Better to have people here. People who can tell them what's going on between the Merchant Princes and the King whenever that finally decides to come to a head.