contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[bouchonne]

Of course.

[ An easy shrug, as if the question were more along the lines of do they know that you have an allergy to nuts rather than do they know you're a spy. ]

But it's not a widely-known fact outside that circle. I know that you're likely talking about me day and night, so I wouldn't blame you if you were itching to tell this news to others, but keep it relatively contained.

[ Then, less broadly: ]

You see, perhaps, why I have a certain sympathy towards those with a complicated relationship with their homeland. [ Such as, for example, good old Benedict. ]

[altusimperius]

I— of course. I won’t.

[Its another brick set, whether Byerly knows it or not, and Benedict isn’t about to disturb it.]

...and I do.

[He pauses, contemplating how best to phrase his question.]

Was it a role you chose?

[bouchonne]

If you're asking whether I spent my life dreaming of becoming a spy, training for the role - no. But if you're asking whether I was coerced into it in some way, or whether I decided to join of my own free will, I did swear the oath because I wanted to. [ A droll smile. ] For better and for worse, the Fereldan intelligence forces are no Antivan Crows.

[altusimperius]

[Benedict rests his chin in his hand, watching Byerly with a newfound curiosity.]

Does the Fereldan crown have anything against Riftwatch? I mean-- it's not like being a double agent. Is it?

[Like it would be for him, for instance, if he should have ever succeeded in spying for Tevinter.]

[bouchonne]

Quite the opposite.

[ He shakes his head. ]

Our interests are not always completely aligned, but close enough; we're pulling in the same direction. At least until the end of the war. If that were to ever cease being the case, I'd resign my position.

[altusimperius]

Huh.

[He leans back in his chair, processing this knowledge.]

Which position? Diplomacy, or spying?

[bouchonne]

Diplomacy.

[ He answers that at once. ]

I'm good at spying. And it was my first oath.

[altusimperius]

Ambassador's a pretty high position for someone who's no good at diplomacy.

[bouchonne]

We're a pretty ragged organization.

[altusimperius]

....fair.

[bouchonne]

Rude.

[altusimperius]

What?

[bouchonne]

You're supposed to say, no, Byerly, you're astounding and perfect in every way.

[altusimperius]

I don't get paid enough for that.

[bouchonne]

You're going to get paid even less in a minute.

[altusimperius]

[bouchonne]

Actually, do you get paid anything?

[altusimperius]

[altusimperius]

No, Byerly, I wander the streets begging for booze money from kind strangers.

[bouchonne]

Elfroot money, more like.

[altusimperius]

...maybe both?

[bouchonne]

Anyway, you know you're not allowed outside.

[altusimperius]

[That stings a little, but he tries not to show it.]

...I am, with an escort.

[bouchonne]

Oh, don't sulk. That was funny.

[altusimperius]

I'm not sulking,