faderift | Ceci n'est pas un Chevalier

WHO: Lucien Amour Lyon du Lyon (The Lionheart) and YOU!
WHAT: The arrival of a famed Chevalier (and catch-all)
WHEN: mid to late Drakonis
WHERE: Kirkwall & The Gallows etc
NOTES: Feel free to make up stories you've heard about this legendary knight, he casts a looooong shadow.

i. reporting for duty [closed to div heads]

ia. flint
[ Diligence is due when Lucien returns with Marcoulf and Ellis, and because diligence is a virtue of chivalry, its due must be paid. ]

Commander James Flint? [ His announcement is preceded by a rapping of knuckles on the door jamb and he stands in the doorway until admitted. ]

ib. yseult
[ It's well after Lucien has had the chance to bathe and dress himself as a member of society when he pays a visit to the Scoutmaster in her office. He knocks, waits to be admitted, and kisses the back of her hand at the crux of his courtly bow. ]

Chevalier du Lyon, à votre service.

ic. byerly
[ Once again, the polite knock-knock and waiting at the door to be admitted, very proper and polite and very much unlike a Chevalier, all-told. ]

Ambassador Rutyer, I presume?

id. thranduil and gwen
[ Lucien knocks on the door jamb to the Research Division Head office, folding his hands behind his back. ]

Provost Baudin?

ii. some things to clear up [closed to salvio]

[ The Seneschal's office is the last stop on Lucien's unofficial tour of the Gallows, but perhaps one of the most important, overall. Yes, it's important to introduce himself to the leadership here, but getting himself declared alive again is also rather important. ]

Seneschal Salvio Pizzicagnolo? I wonder if I might beg your assistance in an administrative matter.

iii. il n'y a pas de feu

[ Wildcard, come one, come all! ]

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Hm. [ He makes a great show of thinking, then declares: ] My eyelashes, I'd say.

[ And then he nods, as though quite satisfied with that answer. Abruptly, without warning, he switches into fluent Orlesian with only the faintest hint of a Fereldan accent. ]

Tell me, Lionheart, what is that you intend to do for Riftwatch?

[ Even with the accent, the switch is a welcome one. ]

I intend to offer support however I can. Obviously until my official status of killed in battle is rectified that will be limited to what is within my immediate power.

Hm. So the assistance you plan on tendering, then - It depends upon your status in Orlais? You will not offer only your sword-arm?

That is a very...mercenary interpretation but it is not incorrect.

Should I speak more delicately?

No, no, by all means. I would prefer we speak plainly.

[ He runs a hand over his shorn head, perhaps a bit weary, perhaps thinking about just how much he's lost over the past year of being dead. ]

As it stands, my death was declared officially about a year ago, and my personal belongings delegated to family. So, all I am able to offer at present is my sword arm and my reputation, should you have use for it.

And when you reclaim it, is your wealth on offer?

[ That's not said greedily. He's more curious than anything else. ]

If there is any to reclaim, yes.

[ Promised away as easily as someone would offer a cup of tea. ]

I owe my life to this organization, and as I understand it, the surest way to secure liberation to my own people is to dedicate myself to the cause of the people here.

Hm.

You have changed quite a bit, Lionheart.

Over the course of this conversation? Or have we met previously?

[ It's a little bit of a joke; he knows he differs from his reputation more than what can be explained away as fanciful exaggeration. ]

[ His smile is very slight. ]

I lived in Val Royeaux several years, when I was younger. We did not run in the same circles, precisely. But we crossed paths.

[ Maybe an exaggeration. More accurately: Byerly's rowdy and disreputable crowd crashed a few parties that Lucien was likely at. ]

[ Well he wasn't expecting that. ]

Then I must apologize for not recognizing you, Ambassador. I can only hope that the change you see and my own forgetfulness lend themselves to a second chance at a first impression.

[ And here he thought he'd at least gotten away from imprisonment with his mind intact. ]

Oh, come now, Lionheart. No forgiveness needs to be begged, but if you insist upon begging it, then it is freely given.

[ A small, elegant bow from the neck. ]

I am not a man who warrants remembering by common men, let alone by someone like you.