"Spoken like a man who doesn't have papers to sell," Polli says, but without any dimming of her interest.
Meanwhile Bastien, who may very well have been hoping for Polli and Barrow to hit it off exactly this way, gives Anonymous a fondly exasperated, can't take him anywhere look and takes a sip of his wine before—
"I don't know how much Madame Florens told you," he tells her, Madame instead of Polli as a warning (or encouragement?) to Barrow, "but we want to print what you all are writing here in the Free Marches, in Orlais—everywhere. We have a way of communicating across distances so quickly that I could dictate what you have written here to friends across Thedas and have it printing there too within the week."
Anonymous' oversized eyes make her look more naïve than she probably is. She has a small mouth and a small voice, but she says, "I thought everything we wrote was heresy in the South," pointed and wary.
"A lot of it," Bastien agrees. "But my friends will take the risk."
"Will they. With how much editing?"
—and Polli is listening to this, of course, but she's also still smiling at Barrow. "How does a man who likes things boring wind up in this company?" she asks—meaning Riftwatch, for the record, not Bastien, who's at least half-boring in her estimation.
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Meanwhile Bastien, who may very well have been hoping for Polli and Barrow to hit it off exactly this way, gives Anonymous a fondly exasperated, can't take him anywhere look and takes a sip of his wine before—
"I don't know how much Madame Florens told you," he tells her, Madame instead of Polli as a warning (or encouragement?) to Barrow, "but we want to print what you all are writing here in the Free Marches, in Orlais—everywhere. We have a way of communicating across distances so quickly that I could dictate what you have written here to friends across Thedas and have it printing there too within the week."
Anonymous' oversized eyes make her look more naïve than she probably is. She has a small mouth and a small voice, but she says, "I thought everything we wrote was heresy in the South," pointed and wary.
"A lot of it," Bastien agrees. "But my friends will take the risk."
"Will they. With how much editing?"
—and Polli is listening to this, of course, but she's also still smiling at Barrow. "How does a man who likes things boring wind up in this company?" she asks—meaning Riftwatch, for the record, not Bastien, who's at least half-boring in her estimation.