WHO: Laurentius, Sibylla-Therasie, Byerly WHAT: Problem couple arrive at the Gallows WHEN: Now WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall NOTES: n/a, will add as necessary
[Given any other metaphor or even any other circumstances save for these ones where, somewhere in Tevinter, three children have been spirited off to their mother's relations, Nico might briskly find his way to a more measured response. The shadow of his brow might ease. He might even laugh, a breath of humor and a curled lip to flash his considerable collection of teeth.
At the very least he might soften the facts which are instead put so plainly that there's little opportunity for Lalla to intervene:]
There's no question that we have. It's a matter of the magnitude—
[He stops abruptly, drawing up at this point on the stairs between landings. The way he looks at Byerly is very direct.]
Who else oversees this place? If your Ambassador is unlikely to hear us, there must be someone who will.
[ There are things that someone with a keen eye for people would notice. The way that he knows these stairs, the way his hound knows these stairs, easily finding every uneven step without a stumble. The way that his breath hardly catches in his chest despite the exertion. (He walks this way often.) The deference from that guard; his confidence in speaking to the man. The quill-pen's callus on his writing hand, the spots of ink under his finely-kept nails - A scholar's hand on a dissolute arm. What is more Diplomatic than that?
The man - The man does not have a keen eye for people. These questions, this frustration makes that clear as day. And so By smiles a crooked smile, and turns his gaze towards the woman as he says - ]
Well, there's Flint - head of Forces. I would not recommend him for you. Take my word there. Stark, research, will likely be out causing things to explode, horrible...And the Scoutmaster is too subtle by far. I fear the Ambassador is your best bet.
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[ Maybe that's too many metaphors, all in a row. He tilts an apologetic half-smile towards the two of them, and shrugs open-handed, and says: ]
We do them favors. They help us out.
You're nervous that you've made a mistake.
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At the very least he might soften the facts which are instead put so plainly that there's little opportunity for Lalla to intervene:]
There's no question that we have. It's a matter of the magnitude—
[He stops abruptly, drawing up at this point on the stairs between landings. The way he looks at Byerly is very direct.]
Who else oversees this place? If your Ambassador is unlikely to hear us, there must be someone who will.
no subject
The man - The man does not have a keen eye for people. These questions, this frustration makes that clear as day. And so By smiles a crooked smile, and turns his gaze towards the woman as he says - ]
Well, there's Flint - head of Forces. I would not recommend him for you. Take my word there. Stark, research, will likely be out causing things to explode, horrible...And the Scoutmaster is too subtle by far. I fear the Ambassador is your best bet.
[ Well? Madame? How is your eye? ]