WHO: Athessa & Wysteria, walk-ins welcome
WHAT: Ranking the hotness of their coworkers
WHEN: Now, during mod-plot
WHERE: Orlais
NOTES: keepin' it light and spammy
[ Well, what else are ya supposed to do when scrubbing sigils off of walls? ]I mean I
guess he could be cute...if he changed his hair.
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The former, I should think. We hardly have the luxury of being particular about our recruiting process.
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[ That'll buy them some more time. ]
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However, were it me I might begin by first insisting we all have some greeting we all say to another. There is nothing quite like having a shared phrase to intrigue those around you unfamiliar with it. It is a matter of ritual, or of iconography - something which might be observed by others so that they might infer there is more to it than there actually is. The most respected secrets are those which people know exist.
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It would not make membership much more respectable, but it might make it less objectionable. No one wishes their child to become a Warden or marry a Crow, but they also don't believe they're such a wicked, dangerous influence. Of course, they have also had hundreds of years to get used to them.
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Hard to see the logic behind thinking a guild of assassins is less wicked than a group of people closing rifts and fighting demons.
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Just so.
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But after a moment, in response to Athessa's obvious skepticism, she goes on. ]
The Wardens fight darkspawn. The Crows take contracts and protect Antiva. Both have a place in the world that everyone understands and a reputation that is the stuff of stories and legends. Neither can be said of Riftwatch.
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[ What may not be as obvious as her skepticism alone is that Athessa is filing these ideas away, even if she doesn't think the methods Wysteria outlined are much good.
Maybe she can take these ideas and give them to someone who can actually do something with them. ]
We should take control of what's being said about us, instead of leaving it to — [ Tantervale prudes? ] — idle gossips who don't know anything.
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