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[wythersake]

Ah, Madame. You mustn't judge a man by his face, tone of voice, and propensity for violence —

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Silly me. And as it happens, I seem to have an aversion to being ordered about and may have been unnecessarily short. But so long as we're to be working together—

I'd like to endear myself if it's possible.

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Mn, [ a considering noise. she'd probably look good in robes ] Do you think that the best use of your time?

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You'd advise me to abandon the man to his own dead end? That doesn't seem very sporting.

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No. But if you would kill with kindness, you might seek other game.

The Enchanter that I know is patient, direct, and will hear counsel outside his domain. He is clever, and he does not stake his pride upon it. That is not the man you will speak with.

[unshut]

Well, you are quite handsome.

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You mustn't play with my heart, your hands will get all slimy.

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You're right. I don't share your fondness for the stuff.

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Ah, the root of our incompatibility. If I may — why pursue the matter when you think it fruitless?

[ there is, after all, now a seeker to do just that ]

[unshut]

Have you never felt the impulse to make someone appreciate you? I'm envious.

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Abominably so.

[ are those impulses currently battling over whether to narc to marcus about this? maybe. he's not terrifically stupid. but baseline tolerating all mages doesn't exactly make a guy feel special, and fitcher asked me why you aren't besties is a poor tale to tell.

marcus can handle himself. it strikes valuable to keep some measure of distance from his methods. ]

Rowntree was raised in a tower. That's well enough for Orlais — but Starkhaven only invented syllables in the Blessed Age, so we must try to be understanding.

The man has lived his life with only mages for equals. If you wish him to regard you, you need give him a reason.

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I'm afraid it may be a little late for me to develop a mage's talent.

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There's a woman in Darktown who claims her ointments will induce it. Surely two royals is a small price for one's permanent lodging.

Rather — mn. You will forgive me, Madame, for venturing that your skills extend beyond bookkeeping.

[ no one here is only an accountant, not even salvio. the unskilled die: the fool doctor, that elven boy. ]

If his time is worth it, then consider an appropriate trade. I expect him more interested in results than method.

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Come now, serrah. Not every Antivan has feathers.

[Were this conversation occurring in person, she might pair it with a playful leer or some tilting smile. Ah well. Needs must.]

I wonder. Why so skeptical of the man's company, Isaac?

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I like him.

[unshut]

I was under the impression you liked me as well.

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I trust every Kirkwall tailor is pleased your poor taste extends only to people.

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I imagine them happier still did I skip our weekly game —

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And upset my creditors?

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Oh, just throw them Averesch.

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I had no idea the method of surviving a bear and eluding debt could be so similar.

[Something something, just don't be the slowest person on the trail.]

I wonder whether we are all so lacking in sincerity that a little measure [however offensive] is all it takes for someone like Rowntree to appeal.

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Really? I've always found this place to err on the side of earnestness.

[unshut]

And everyone in it so mercifully transparent.

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Who's ducking your questions?