WHO: Edgard and YOU WHAT:One Job, and some opens WHEN: NOW WHERE: various places NOTES:Goat herding hijinks closed to whoever gets there first i guess (run!), everything else open! All in comments. Wildcards also welcome.
Edgard's mouth is too full to respond at first and he gestures toward Barrow that he's guessed correctly. He swallows again.
"Yes, an archer and I'm pretty good at throwing things too. Although," Edgard shoves another bite into his mouth and responds thickly, "people tend to appreciate that less."
Edgard swallows and puts down his cutlery. Edgard mostly tries to avoid this question, but its a fair one. He shrugs
"I'm not really sure I'm suited for this," He says. "I've been to war and I know how this kind of thing works," No good outcomes for anybody, but least of all those who were never fighting. "But, I saw some people get hurt who shouldn't have and I want to do something about it. Riftwatch was the least worst option."
Edgard shovels more potatoes in his mouth to chase the honesty down.
Startled, Barrow holds up his hands defensively. "I meant-- in the-- righteous way," he stammers, catching himself using another loaded word. "Look, mate, you're whatever you want to be. It's a good way of thinking, yours."
Edgard makes another pained face at the word righteous, but it relaxes into thoughtful.
“Probably most people think that way. The world is shit. You can either lie in the shit or” Edgard gestures trying to find the right phrase. “stand the fuck up. What about you then?”
...not an inaccurate worldview, Barrow thinks, but this man doesn't seem like he needs the encouragement.
"Oh, I make a living doing what people tell me and suffering for it," he cheerily replies, "or making other people suffer. Whatever the day looks like."
"Oh, no, I'm here because it seemed like the place to be," Barrow replies, a little too cheerfully, no doubt with full awareness of Edgard's incredulity.
"But they're decent enough people from whom to take orders, aren't they?"
"Oh, that's for certain." Barrow continues to eat, either unbothered or very good at pretending to be.
"I've been here around a year now, haven't had much to complain about so far. Apart from, oh, getting captured and having all my limbs pulled out of their sockets, but that was only for three days."
"Venatori," Barrow replies with his mouth full, the word spoken with a dull resentment. "You'll be seeing a fair few of them now that you've taken up with us. Like nugs in a granary."
Edgard notices a mug in front of him (Is it his? Who knows?) and drinks deep. He swallows.
"I'm not concerned with bad decisions, although maybe point those out too," He laughs to himself. "More like the first, I guess? I'm just not looking to make this harder than it needs to be."
"Huh. Well," Barrow strokes the stubble on his chin and looks around the room.
"Nobody's tried to knife me yet, so it's a bit hard to say, though if anyone frowns too much or smiles too much they're probably a safe bet." Sorry, Averesches and Poesia, "mostly you'll get the runaround from people who're either too smart for their own good or think they are. Lots of those types here, but they're not all bad, just don't say anything too stupid on the crystal and you'll be all right."
He shrugs one shoulder, smiling pleasantly. "I s'pose there's some as don't like Orlesians, but I admit I don't pay much attention to that sort of thing." Everyone likes Fereldans, don't they? don't they,
Edgard is certainly not used to people not liking Orlesians. He's only ever been around Orlesians. Although--
"I don't know that I like Orlesians much either, if I'm honest. Myself included. But thank you. Avoid people with too much facial expression, don't say anything stupid. The first, no problem. The second will be more difficult."
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"Yes, an archer and I'm pretty good at throwing things too. Although," Edgard shoves another bite into his mouth and responds thickly, "people tend to appreciate that less."
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"What brings you here, then?"
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"I'm not really sure I'm suited for this," He says. "I've been to war and I know how this kind of thing works," No good outcomes for anybody, but least of all those who were never fighting. "But, I saw some people get hurt who shouldn't have and I want to do something about it. Riftwatch was the least worst option."
Edgard shovels more potatoes in his mouth to chase the honesty down.
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"That's awfully noble of you," he says, and for the most part, he means it. "I imagine you'll fit in well here."
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“I’m not noble. I was a thief, you know.” Still might be, who’s to say. Edgard looks down at his potatoes frowning.
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"Look, mate, you're whatever you want to be. It's a good way of thinking, yours."
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“Probably most people think that way. The world is shit. You can either lie in the shit or” Edgard gestures trying to find the right phrase. “stand the fuck up. What about you then?”
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...not an inaccurate worldview, Barrow thinks, but this man doesn't seem like he needs the encouragement.
"Oh, I make a living doing what people tell me and suffering for it," he cheerily replies, "or making other people suffer. Whatever the day looks like."
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“So, you’re here because someone told you to be?” The statement and you’re happy about that? is unstated, but his face speaks it loudly.
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"But they're decent enough people from whom to take orders, aren't they?"
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"We'll see." He says. "Like I said, the least worst option. Decency doesn't always last."
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"I've been here around a year now, haven't had much to complain about so far. Apart from, oh, getting captured and having all my limbs pulled out of their sockets, but that was only for three days."
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"It seems you escaped and your limbs are back where they belong. Who were you captured by?"
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"You'll be seeing a fair few of them now that you've taken up with us. Like nugs in a granary."
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"Anyone here I should be wary of?" He's definitely met a couple contenders already, but doesn't hurt to get a second opinion.
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"You know," he muses, "...I'm not sure. Wary of, how? Like they'll knife you in the back, or induce bad decisions?
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"I'm not concerned with bad decisions, although maybe point those out too," He laughs to himself. "More like the first, I guess? I'm just not looking to make this harder than it needs to be."
In truth, it is always hard for Edgard.
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"Nobody's tried to knife me yet, so it's a bit hard to say, though if anyone frowns too much or smiles too much they're probably a safe bet." Sorry, Averesches and Poesia, "mostly you'll get the runaround from people who're either too smart for their own good or think they are. Lots of those types here, but they're not all bad, just don't say anything too stupid on the crystal and you'll be all right."
He shrugs one shoulder, smiling pleasantly. "I s'pose there's some as don't like Orlesians, but I admit I don't pay much attention to that sort of thing."
Everyone likes Fereldans, don't they? don't they,
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"I don't know that I like Orlesians much either, if I'm honest. Myself included. But thank you. Avoid people with too much facial expression, don't say anything stupid. The first, no problem. The second will be more difficult."
He holds up his cup. Cheers.
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"You'll be all right, mate. Common sense is all you need."
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