[ suppose it's a relief — or oughta be — that he's not a widower. the particular geometry of a living arrangement, that's not immediately his business. ]
If you get a moment, oughta come down. Could use a hand for shaking. [ gela's not going, and fuck knows cedric won't get far with the mournwatch; not having killed one. a slight pause, ] There's something I mean t'see done.
at the end of nine days you're another nine days older
[ There is no pleasure greater than being asked for a favor. (Byerly thinks he feels this way because there is a ruthless advantage in having a person in your debt. He actually feels this way because he loves feeling helpful, especially to a friend.) ]
You're in luck; I have both my hands, and all my fingers on them. What are you after?
[ you give folks something to do. showing a bit of weakness, it can make someone else strong. or just makes 'em busy. spreads the cards out smoother, anyway — helps even the score —
(cedric dreamed, as well. he knows that no one saw. knows it, because standing in the vigil room, he'd stood there alone. because eventually, a hand had pressed to his mind and whispered: look.) ]
'M putting my Ma down there. [ says it, before he can take it back. ] Not a body. Don't got one, dunno what they did with the ashes. But there's a name needs settling.
[ That's...a more intimate sort of favor than Byerly was expecting. Hauling some things, shaking someone down, sweet-talking someone - Yes. Providing emotional comfort - Not so much.
But he's been to funerals before. Even Navarran funerals. One had certain duties as Ambassador; he knows how to observe the rites. ]
Of course. I'll be there. Would Bastien be welcome?
And what's the level of risk here from our dear necromancers, if you were caught? Would potential violence be more of the verbal sort, or would they go physical?
Reckon they'd just kick me out. [ which would cause some immediate problems for diplomacy. ] But there's a lotta old spells on the place. So if I start screaming, or I come out seeming extra-cursed —
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god sorry idk where NINE DAYS went
[ suppose it's a relief — or oughta be — that he's not a widower. the particular geometry of a living arrangement, that's not immediately his business. ]
If you get a moment, oughta come down. Could use a hand for shaking. [ gela's not going, and fuck knows cedric won't get far with the mournwatch; not having killed one. a slight pause, ] There's something I mean t'see done.
at the end of nine days you're another nine days older
You're in luck; I have both my hands, and all my fingers on them. What are you after?
now youre just trying to hurt me
(cedric dreamed, as well. he knows that no one saw. knows it, because standing in the vigil room, he'd stood there alone. because eventually, a hand had pressed to his mind and whispered: look.) ]
'M putting my Ma down there. [ says it, before he can take it back. ] Not a body. Don't got one, dunno what they did with the ashes. But there's a name needs settling.
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But he's been to funerals before. Even Navarran funerals. One had certain duties as Ambassador; he knows how to observe the rites. ]
Of course. I'll be there. Would Bastien be welcome?
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[ comes out a bit too fast: like if he says it sure enough, it'll be less fool a notion. ]
— Mostly, I need a distraction. Mortalitasi got opinions on letting knights in. Gonna have eyes on me. And 's not, I mean. I can't pay for it.
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[ Oh, thank the Maker. That's so much better than providing emotional support.
Far less stiffly - ]
Now, that suits my very particular set of skills very well. Particularly if Bastien is involved. How much time will you need?
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[ the plants there don't grow by sunlight and water. but these days, he's not sure the vhenadahl does, neither. the acorn will take, or it won't. ]
Pretty open area.
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