PLAYER PLOT | Forgetti Catchall, now in the right comm

[wythersake]

WHO: Ennaris Tavane, Julius, Bastien, Viktor, Clarisse La Rue + OTA
WHAT: Strangers arrive at the Gallows.
WHEN: A week in Haring.
WHERE: The Gallows / elsewhere
NOTES: Check out this OOC Post for details.

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• OOC Info
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[hassaran]

Yseult does know there has been no mention thus far of any Jacques and is, at this very moment, cursing herself for not remembering to get that ring out of her desk this morning to provide a clear answer to at least that one question. (Though really it's just delaying another confusing non-clue since the name it would give her isn't the one that appears in Riftwatch records anyway).

Her smile widens easily, pleased and a little relieved at the reception. "Thank you, Jacques." She sets down her saucer and the neat pile of folders before stepping sideways into the bench. "I-- well, I've lived in Kirkwall some years now," she explains with just a hint of uncertain hesitation, "I would call it home, but I don't know that that counts to everyone else." This smile is self-deprecating. "I found myself in need of employment and thought I might inquire here and perhaps put my few skills to good use."

Her accent is mild, but to someone looking for it there's an unmistakably Tevinter shape to her vowels. "And you? What do you do here?"

[cozen]

Through this, Bastien's attention on her is the kind that used to get him in. Into confidences, into beds, into secured areas. The look of a man on the edge of being charmed, fascinated, or impressed by someone who only needs to try a touch harder to seal the deal. Plenty of people find that very motivating. Maybe she'll pretend she does, too —

"Oh, me?"

He smiles.

"I'm in the Scouting Division. It isn't an official position, but I am in the charge of all of the spies, actually," and maybe this is giving up the game, but he's having a good time, putting his hand to his mouth to shield it from lip-reading eavesdroppers who are not actually in the room, so that's a risk he's willing to take. "Because I am the best one."

[hassaran]

Yseult lets her genuine surprise lift her brows, pull eyes a little wide. And maybe she is impressed, a little. It's surely not the smartest choice of gambit but it is possibly the boldest and something in his delivery makes her think suddenly of Darras, telling flagrant lies and daring her not to smile.

She leans in, starting to lift her hand to mirror is, shoulders hunching like she's going to whisper behind it, and then dropping back a little, smile converting to the beginnings of a wary, slightly wounded frown. "Are you having me on?"