"No," comes the answer, on the heels of John closing the book in his hand with a soft snap. It's returned to the shelf, apparently discarded as John turns his attention to the conversation at hand.
"But we do have a handful of Orlesians in our company who might be of use, if they're in a generous mood."
All the Orlesians that come to mind off hand aren't exactly what John would deem as generous off hand, but who knows. One of them might be so inclined to be helpful if asked at the right moment.
"I'll have to ask more broadly. The only one I know at the moment is Serah Dalat and I would hate to interrupt his work more than I already have." She smiles warmly at him, tucking the book she'd been carrying under her arm. "But I believe I recognize your voice. Would you be John Silver?"
What John could say is that he knows almost all of Riftwatch to be more or less resigned to interruption. Disruptions come almost as a rule, and they all learn to take it in stride.
More or less. There's some margin of error given to the scale of disruption. But to the point—
"The very same," John answers. "Diana, I assume?"
There are only so many new Rifters at a time, and John's already met Naomi Nagata. It narrows options down enough to make a guess at her name without too much concern at offense.
"Indeed so." And she gives him a small bow. "Attempting to learn a bit about this world while I wait out my quarantine. I fear I'm starting to grow a bit restless with only reading and sparring. I've considered taking up wall climbing, but I fear that would leave a poor impression."
Which is the truth, but she hides it well. She is poised and pleasant, with only a small trace of the frustrated energy seeping through in the eagerness to have a conversation.
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"But we do have a handful of Orlesians in our company who might be of use, if they're in a generous mood."
All the Orlesians that come to mind off hand aren't exactly what John would deem as generous off hand, but who knows. One of them might be so inclined to be helpful if asked at the right moment.
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More or less. There's some margin of error given to the scale of disruption. But to the point—
"The very same," John answers. "Diana, I assume?"
There are only so many new Rifters at a time, and John's already met Naomi Nagata. It narrows options down enough to make a guess at her name without too much concern at offense.
no subject
Which is the truth, but she hides it well. She is poised and pleasant, with only a small trace of the frustrated energy seeping through in the eagerness to have a conversation.