“That is a bit of the point,” Strange says. “We’re courting some university partnerships. Helps to imply we’re people of consequence worth collaborating with, and not grubby commoners just off the street.”
The design was carefully-calibrated: not the frilly ruffs and towering feathered headdresses and exaggeratedly ostentatious hats and elaborately-designed masks of the upper echelon. His mask is simpler; black and not wrought gold.
If he drops it outside of those parties, though… The idea of being mistaken for Chantry makes an open wince cross Strange’s face; he’s never particularly good at reining in his disdain, which is an immediate benefit of those masks. Who knows, maybe they’ll help prevent a diplomatic incident.
“I’ll take the facepaint under advisement,” he says, dryly. And then, because he can’t help but pry: “I thought you’d be going through the Val Royeaux eluvian. Faster than being weeks on the road to swing home for… I don’t know, escargot or whatever.”
Is Isaac the sort of man who gets homesick? No idea. He doesn’t seem sentimental, on the surface.
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The design was carefully-calibrated: not the frilly ruffs and towering feathered headdresses and exaggeratedly ostentatious hats and elaborately-designed masks of the upper echelon. His mask is simpler; black and not wrought gold.
If he drops it outside of those parties, though… The idea of being mistaken for Chantry makes an open wince cross Strange’s face; he’s never particularly good at reining in his disdain, which is an immediate benefit of those masks. Who knows, maybe they’ll help prevent a diplomatic incident.
“I’ll take the facepaint under advisement,” he says, dryly. And then, because he can’t help but pry: “I thought you’d be going through the Val Royeaux eluvian. Faster than being weeks on the road to swing home for… I don’t know, escargot or whatever.”
Is Isaac the sort of man who gets homesick? No idea. He doesn’t seem sentimental, on the surface.