Then permit me to inform your estimation, Lord Rutyer.
I am not.
[Though if Byerly should happen to ask around for curiosity’s sake after the fact, there may or may not be talk of the children swarming one particularly dour knight with hand made crowns of their own.
All of which he’d worn, by the way. Discarded only after they’d departed.]
[There’s a noise made for that, something low in his own throat, as if he isn’t quite sure how to endure the informality of it. But needs must, and so on and so forth.]
Is that when you came to join Riftwatch, then.
[Gabranth you can’t just ask people about being disinherited.]
[ Byerly, though, sounds cheerily good-natured. He laughs. ]
Oh, Maker, no! I said years ago and I meant years ago. When I was a boy. We haven't been fighting this war that long, much as it feels like it at times.
Orphans made by the weight of war and all hungering disaster that crawls in its wake; countless in number but not directly crafted by matter of intent.
[And so, to that extent, with a hardened tone rather than anything openly sypathetic:]
Perhaps you stand better off for the distance so afforded to you.
[ Byerly sounds positively cheerful. Like this is a great amusement to him, rather than an agonizing story from a miserable life. ]
It makes me seem so deliciously interesting, doesn't it? Besides which, I've certainly developed a peculiar set of skills. Without that, I'd be of no use to this war at all.
Skills, yes, good fellow, skills. A man doesn't become head of Diplomacy without developing a gift of gab. And a man doesn't develop the gift of gab unless there's some reason to do so. A comfortable nobleman doesn't learn to charm, does he?
[The words Lord Rutyer almost slip out. He bites his tongue to tamp down on it.
If he'd ever managed to overcome his own tendency for offending those he ought not to, then this is its triumphant return by Gabranth's own estimation.]
Ah, Maker, preserve my wicked heart from honest ones.
[ He's laughing. ]
I'm joking, dear fellow, in truth I am. No hand would be laid upon you. The discipline of this organization is nearly nonexistent, and we'd fracture to pieces if we tried to actually impose any rules.
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I am not.
[Though if Byerly should happen to ask around for curiosity’s sake after the fact, there may or may not be talk of the children swarming one particularly dour knight with hand made crowns of their own.
All of which he’d worn, by the way. Discarded only after they’d departed.]
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Is that when you came to join Riftwatch, then.
[Gabranth you can’t just ask people about being disinherited.]
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Oh, Maker, no! I said years ago and I meant years ago. When I was a boy. We haven't been fighting this war that long, much as it feels like it at times.
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[ Asked with curiosity, not condemnation. ]
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[And so, to that extent, with a hardened tone rather than anything openly sypathetic:]
Perhaps you stand better off for the distance so afforded to you.
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[ Byerly sounds positively cheerful. Like this is a great amusement to him, rather than an agonizing story from a miserable life. ]
It makes me seem so deliciously interesting, doesn't it? Besides which, I've certainly developed a peculiar set of skills. Without that, I'd be of no use to this war at all.
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Byerly had given him permission to be a touch more candid, hadn’t he.]
Skills?
[Narrow shoulders, frail hands and all— Gabranth can’t imagine him out there slinging a sword. Magic, maybe?]
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Skills, yes, good fellow, skills. A man doesn't become head of Diplomacy without developing a gift of gab. And a man doesn't develop the gift of gab unless there's some reason to do so. A comfortable nobleman doesn't learn to charm, does he?
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[Excuse him, Byerly. Give him a moment, if you'd be so kind.
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...no, more often than not a lifetime of comfort leads to an indolent result.
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[ His voice rich with amusement: ]
You didn't know? No wonder you were cross.
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If he'd ever managed to overcome his own tendency for offending those he ought not to, then this is its triumphant return by Gabranth's own estimation.]
You misunderstood. I was not incensed.
[He was, though. He definitely was.]
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[...is that not also technically an insult, Gabranth?]
Had I truly been unwilling, I could easily have denied you.
[And the orphans. And their very small flower crowns.]
Forgive my ignorance. Adjustment to this world has taxed more than I care to admit.
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[ And then, because Gabranth is so comically serious, By feels that he must be kind and amend: ]
Just kidding. It'd just be a lashing.
[ ...well, okay, semi-kind. ]
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I did not think you the type to rely on bold measures.
[Most people hire someone else on for that. Like say, a Judge.]
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[ He's laughing. ]
I'm joking, dear fellow, in truth I am. No hand would be laid upon you. The discipline of this organization is nearly nonexistent, and we'd fracture to pieces if we tried to actually impose any rules.
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How do you guard yourselves from injudiciousness if you enforce so little?
[Far too transparent and protective besides, he sounds more concerned than anything else, if his unmasked voice is any indication.]
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I’ve seen enough now to know the majority of work here is done with earnest intent. Your means might not be entirely to my taste but—
[Well, it’s his duty to worry anyway, isn’t it?]
You seem capable enough.
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[ He's actually not lying. ]
Most people think that we're rowdy and unprofessional. Or when you say you seem capable, are you talking about me personally?
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Would you like me to speak of you specifically?
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