WAR TABLE MISSION: People of Riftwatch

[bouchonne]

WHO: Diplomacy interviewers and interviewees
WHAT: As outlined in this ooc post, Diplomacy members have been asked to interview other members of Riftwatch to gather information so they can have pamphlets written about them.
WHEN: Whenever
WHERE: Diplomacy office
NOTES: None as of yet

The Diplomacy office has a rather nice set-up: there are a few comfortable chairs and couches, and the offices themselves are well-supplied with coffee, tea, and drinks of a stronger nature. So, at the very least, the interviewers and their subjects will feel relatively comfortable during their conversation.

If things go according to plan, each interviewer will be set up in the office when their interview subject arrives. Benedict Artemaeus will have opened the door and shown the interviewee inside and will have gotten them a drink of their choice. From there, it falls to the interviewer to ask the first question.

Comments

[deuselfmachina]

Florent's eyes widen a little at the prospect of someone having views on mud, but—he scarcely wants to retread trodden ground, so simply slides their glasses in front of them both and goes to pick up his pencil and his medieval clipboard, twiddling with the former as he considers the latter.

"I think it will be a pamphlet," he says. "Or a series of them, you know, the people of Riftwatch. I have not really conducted interviews before, but like you, I have been interviewed. But anyway,"

as tempting as it is to talk about himself, Florent forces himself to breeze past the prospect with the usual patter of fast Orlesian,

"we should begin. We should begin with the most interesting thing about you. And is it true, that you were part of a band of thieves?"

[muckspout]

Edgard puffs up a little. Is this common knowledge?

"Yes." He says with a tone of suspicion. "Who told you that?"

He takes a drink and wipes his lips with his arm.

"Thieving wasn't the--" He waves his hand. "Yes, we were thieves."

[deuselfmachina]

"No, no, monsieur," Florent says, with a flap of his hands, although his expression is too evenly imploring to be real worry or panic. "It is only what I have heard. It is your story to elaborate, and my task to help."

He gestures with his pencil. "Thieving wasn't the what?"

[muckspout]

He really hasn't spoken about this to many people here. But, he takes a long sip and shrugs.

"We didn't take things for the sake of taking them. Well--maybe some did, but the point was to try to help people. But, yes, we were thieves."

He had been one of many and never particularly helpful, but it had felt like a purpose.