[closed] be our guest, be our guest

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WHO: Mado and Marcoulf
WHAT: giving a tour of Kirkwall to a pair of tween twins
WHEN: whenever
WHERE: all around
NOTES: best friends best friends

"When do you think they'll arrive? We'll just be giving a general tour, won't we, we're not asking them for anything, are we? Things about the Baron? Their father, their mother? What should we say?"

Despite his anxious prattling and the way he bounces on his heels, Mado seems chipper enough, enthusiastic about his very first "operation" (such that it is) and full of nervous energy.

"You know what, Marcoulf, I-- I actually don't know that much about Kirkwall, do you?"

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Standing in the shadow of one of Hightown's many severe obelisks, Mado's companion has been perfectly content to simply allow the younger man to run his mouth as they await the delivery of the Baron's children. However, as the fine house across the courtyard is due to disgorge them any moment now, now as as good a time as any to find his way back into the conversation.

It will be good practice, he decides.

"Enough."

Nailed it.

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And just like that, as though Marcoulf pulled a lever, Mado instantly shuts up, looking no worse for it. He continues to bounce on his heels, hands in his pockets and looking around like an agitated bird, giving the distinct impression that any words he isn't saying are instead building up inside him and will, inevitably, burst back out.

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Which suits him all the same. With a slow pivot of his attention back to the house upon which they are waiting, Marcoulf allows the silence to extend itself.

For one beat.

He considers the curtains in one of the house's high narrow windows.

For two.

His attention wanders the length of the courtyard toward some barking of a distant dog.

"I meant that I know enough of Kirkwall," he clarifies. "Not that you shouldn't speak."

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"Oh."

Mado seems to come to life again. "In that case, I shall need your expertise with every turn-- I'm glad to do the talking, as you might have guessed, but we mustn't make a poor impression."
He seems anxious about it.

"Perhaps if you say something low to me, I can repeat it to them and make it exciting."