I did self-nominate. [ Honestly. ] Haven't we worked together well in the past? We were practically comrades-in-arms at Ghislain. Doesn't that earn me some loyalty?
I have, contrary to what I assume can only be most of Riftwatch, every confidence in your sword arm, Mssr. Rutyer. But this-- [a tip of the head, indicating the offices. He smiles. It's almost pleasant.]
Is that so? I believe this is the first time that someone has evaluated my blade as being sharper than my wits. But please, instruct me about the nature of this business.
[I didn't say that, he doesn't say, but it must be in his face. Some confidant or indulgent quirk of the mouth.]
The blade is simple. It had been wielded more or less in tandem to my own. I could see the hand guiding it. I don't think you're witless. I just can't quite figure out why you're here at all.
[He touches the glass, raises it a fraction, and then once more discards it. He gets his feet under him, sets his hands at the chair's arms as if to rise--]
Well this has been illuminating as always, Rutyer.
Seheron was of interest to you, after all, wasn't it?
[ He continues quite civilly, quite as though Flint hasn't given any indication of anything aside from a desire to prolong this pleasant, comfortable chat. ]
[A pause. It's not in any way a turn in conversation, but maybe that's way it warrants it; Rutyer holding course on much of anything is unusual. That this is the thread he's chosen to pull on is baffling.]
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[The glass, generously filled as it is, is fetched up. He takes a drink, pauses over the glass, and then another sip. It's good brandy.]
Do you have concerns?
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Do you? [ A cheery shrug. He leans back a little further in his seat. ] You certainly can't tell me that you endorsed my leadership.
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Would you endorse your leadership?
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I did self-nominate. [ Honestly. ] Haven't we worked together well in the past? We were practically comrades-in-arms at Ghislain. Doesn't that earn me some loyalty?
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It's a different sort of business.
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The blade is simple. It had been wielded more or less in tandem to my own. I could see the hand guiding it. I don't think you're witless. I just can't quite figure out why you're here at all.
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Why - are you suspicious of me?
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What can I do to allay your suspicions? To win your trust?
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[Maybe he will.]
The work Amsel was doing - how do you mean to continue it?
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[ He reaches for the bottle, reaches out to top up Flint's glass before refilling his own. ]
Do you have suggestions?
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[Parry.]
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[ He smiles toothily. ]
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Come, Captain. I'm sure you've very strong thoughts on what's to be done with the Qunari.
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[ A tiny, ambiguous toast to Flint. ]
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Well this has been illuminating as always, Rutyer.
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[ He continues quite civilly, quite as though Flint hasn't given any indication of anything aside from a desire to prolong this pleasant, comfortable chat. ]
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Was it?
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