WHO: Athessa, Bastien, Doki, Sylvestre, Aleksei, Laura, et al WHAT: An informal inquest into recent acts of thievery WHEN: TBD, between Athessa's day as Ambassador and now WHERE: The Gallows, around Kirkwall NOTES: nah.
The question doesn’t stop Bastien’s quiet effusions—heartfelt, for the record, just played up, with the dignity that would normally at least keep him on his feet cast willingly aside for The Bit. But he is truly delighted, and he only says, “The right one, the only one,” in Trade before he returns to Orlesian.
But he does begin to open the case for a peek inside. Just to be sure. And once he’s touched the body and the bow and confirmed the case is not full of wood chips, he shuts it again and stands up, with the case in hand and no intention of setting it down again.
Several answers come to mind: found it, stole it, fell off the back of a cart—
But no, those are not quite right.
He does preface his answer with the offer of a handkerchief. (Mostly clean.)
"I traded several goats for it, and a few other things," Aleksei creaks. "I might have paid too much, but the craftsmanship seemed very fine even to a know-nothing like me."
Slowly, Aleksei looks around the room, then sighs.
"My wife will be so dismayed if I come home with no coin. Perhaps we can make a bargain for your beloved instrument?"
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But he does begin to open the case for a peek inside. Just to be sure. And once he’s touched the body and the bow and confirmed the case is not full of wood chips, he shuts it again and stands up, with the case in hand and no intention of setting it down again.
“How did it come to you, Monsieur?”
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But no, those are not quite right.
He does preface his answer with the offer of a handkerchief. (Mostly clean.)
"I traded several goats for it, and a few other things," Aleksei creaks. "I might have paid too much, but the craftsmanship seemed very fine even to a know-nothing like me."
Slowly, Aleksei looks around the room, then sighs.
"My wife will be so dismayed if I come home with no coin. Perhaps we can make a bargain for your beloved instrument?"