He doesn't shut the door. If there are passerby, better for Isaac to be seen as patient. Harmless to the degree any mage is capable.
"Where were you before Riftwatch?" Some village, some field; his accent is not cosmopolitan. Isaac knows how his own blends, that particular educated placelessness of the Circle. "I was born in Jader. Where were you before you came here?"
"Mn," Isaac says, and thinks: Yes, Edgard seems like he'd be run out of town — "Before they came here, half of Riftwatch were washing blood from their hands."
He gestures. Scrub-a-dub.
"Assassins, wardens, knights." Mages. The log in the fireplace crackles into sudden flame. "I'll wager that you got away with a bit on the road. It's chaos out there, plenty of cover. Fewer shits with the free time to play murder."
Edgard shifts uncomfortably around on his seat. Isaac's expectant stare unnerves him more than an attack would. He coughs.
"Believe it or not, wasn't trying to antagonize. Least not now." He shrugs defensively.
"Opposite actually."
He could explain further how this was all an attempt to right a mistake, but the look Isaac is giving him is preventing him from being too terribly chatty.
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"Where were you before Riftwatch?" Some village, some field; his accent is not cosmopolitan. Isaac knows how his own blends, that particular educated placelessness of the Circle. "I was born in Jader. Where were you before you came here?"
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"Before I came here, I was traveling in Orlais. Not really one place in particular."
He resists the urge to continue scanning his eyes around the room for the fork.
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He gestures. Scrub-a-dub.
"Assassins, wardens, knights." Mages. The log in the fireplace crackles into sudden flame. "I'll wager that you got away with a bit on the road. It's chaos out there, plenty of cover. Fewer shits with the free time to play murder."
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"I'm not any of those things." He raises his eyebrows. "If that's what you're asking."
Is Isaac asking? Maybe he's just telling.
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He crosses his arms. Waits, with every expectation of an answer. There are plenty of reasons to piss in a man's eye; they little alter the result.
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"Believe it or not, wasn't trying to antagonize. Least not now." He shrugs defensively.
"Opposite actually."
He could explain further how this was all an attempt to right a mistake, but the look Isaac is giving him is preventing him from being too terribly chatty.