WHO: Bastien, Darras, and Julius WHAT: Only the Inquisition is allowed to interfere with the Divine!! WHEN: Cloudreach, sometime WHERE: Val Royeaux NOTES: Divine plot! Anti-Gertruda, pro-Benedetta, almost entirely accidental.
It's a long story, but he has plenty of time to tell it while the pirate and the mage are making their way across the city to his location. He would meet them in the middle, if he could, but he can't, because he's stuck—but that's the end of the story.
The beginning of the story is a familiar face where a familiar face didn't belong, and Bastien pausing his walk to make a perfectly innocent attempt to say hello and what a long time it had been, and an awfully suspicious attempt at evading him, so of course he refused to be evaded, and then there was some running that was briefly joined by a pack of small Orlesian street dogs (adorable) and briefly interrupted by a crash into a perfume merchant's cart (smelly).
The ending is a rooftop, and some providential rope making the fall end a story and a half earlier than it might have otherwise. Normally Bastien would be able to get out of this himself, obviously, but he's fairly sure his shoulder is not where his shoulder is supposed to be.
"She was always better than me," he's concluding into his crystal, while dangling tangled and crooked but still making a half-hearted attempt to swing sideways toward the nearest window, "but not this much better, or I would not have—oh, hello."
The forms at the end of the ally are familiar, even in the dark, if only because he's good at familiarizing himself with forms. The crystal is put away.
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The beginning of the story is a familiar face where a familiar face didn't belong, and Bastien pausing his walk to make a perfectly innocent attempt to say hello and what a long time it had been, and an awfully suspicious attempt at evading him, so of course he refused to be evaded, and then there was some running that was briefly joined by a pack of small Orlesian street dogs (adorable) and briefly interrupted by a crash into a perfume merchant's cart (smelly).
The ending is a rooftop, and some providential rope making the fall end a story and a half earlier than it might have otherwise. Normally Bastien would be able to get out of this himself, obviously, but he's fairly sure his shoulder is not where his shoulder is supposed to be.
"She was always better than me," he's concluding into his crystal, while dangling tangled and crooked but still making a half-hearted attempt to swing sideways toward the nearest window, "but not this much better, or I would not have—oh, hello."
The forms at the end of the ally are familiar, even in the dark, if only because he's good at familiarizing himself with forms. The crystal is put away.
"Which of you is best at scaling walls?"
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Better late than never?