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[closed] opening doors: tevinter
WHO: Alexandrie, Edgard, Mado
WHAT: Extracting an Eluvian from a wealthy merchant's basement vault
WHEN: A few weeks in Drakonis
WHERE: Minrathous
NOTES: smells like fish. details here
WHAT: Extracting an Eluvian from a wealthy merchant's basement vault
WHEN: A few weeks in Drakonis
WHERE: Minrathous
NOTES: smells like fish. details here
[Starters below.]

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He gives the oils a withering stare and sighs dramatically. Edgard closes his eyes. When he opens them again, he says in a stilted voice.
"Good day. It is, I, Florian. Please hand me an oil please." His face is very blank, but at the last moment he breaks and shudders.
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There's a little soft inward delight too. As a woman slowly recovering from a life spent drowning in deception, those who seem almost functionally incapable of being other than they are give her a unique kind of joy. Like finding a small flower growing somewhere unexpected.
She can work with stilted. Perhaps Florian is now a standoffish prig! But if there is a chance to help Edgard think of it differently...
"Ah, c'est bon!" She exclaims, clapping. "You need not worry, should you find the idea of prolonged falsehood distasteful. Think of us as actors telling a story together, and you might find it amusing to freely behave in a way you should hardly do were you yourself!"
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"It's not really falsehood, anyway! Or at least, not in a way that matters. It's mummery."
He grins back over at Edgard.
"If I'm to be mostly silent, that in itself is a pretense."
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"Good sir, are you not someone who is very very silent--" Edgard thinks for a moment. "Festo?"
Edgard bows low to Alexandrie. "And Madame!" He points at her. "Florian does not remember thy name! What story shall you tell?"
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"I, Melusine, have tragically lost my beloved husband," her eyebrows draw together and up over a shuddering inhale, a more theatrical expression of sorrow than she would use in practice. "It has broken my heart, but I must wear a brave face and conclude his business in the city. It is—" sniff! "—what he would want."
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He proceeds to look Very Invested in Melusine's tragic tale, his eyes glittering with emotion.
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"Why is everyone crying?" He whispers in distress. "I thought we were pretending!" He wrings his hands a little.