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]

Ah.

[ He lays a finger alongside his nose. Clever. ]

No one can resist a sad-looking dog.

[ Which, speaking of which - By gives a little whistle, and after a pause, Whiskey comes trotting out from By's private chamber. No one can resist. ]

And who will we badmouth first? The Ferryman made a great show of not being able to understand my accent the other day, but he might be a little small-potatoes.

[byblow]

[ The clack-clack of dog nails makes Alistair lean sideways in his chair to see her better, smile rounding into a silent aww at the emergence of her droopy face. He hasn't yet righted himself and stopped watching her when he answers. ]

Small potatoes are great. The little ones you can eat like grapes? Amazing.

[ He takes a drink. ]

And then, uh...

[ Who does he dislike. Loghain? Already discussed. Nathaniel Howe? Brother in arms, bad form to bad-mouth to an outsider. Morrigan? Good mother to a child who is technically his son. ]

Maker. Everyone keeps winning me over. The ferryman first, and then there was a tavern keeper once who spit in my drink right in front of me. Five years ago. I didn't get a name. But I can track him down.

[bouchonne]

[ ? ]

Why did he spit in your drink?

[ Whiskey comes over and noses at Alistair's hand. She's a charmer, no doubt. ]

[byblow]

[ Alistair scratches her chin while he shrugs. ]

Someone said the Wardens took his favorite horse. We probably did. So—alright, he isn't the worst, either. Looks like we're picking exclusively on the ferryman. Does he dislike Fereldans, or just you?

[bouchonne]

Well, how's he treated you?