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“People like to talk about their areas of expertise,” Bastien says, “and they are usually experts on themselves. Once I asked the late Marquis of Alyons about his childhood and he talked for three hours without needing any further questions or input from me—which was nice. I needed the break.”
There’s no outward sign. He’s a professional. But inwardly, Bastien considers realigning his understanding of the situation. Gifts, advice from Athessa. Colin not liking to talk about himself but doing so for a fairly long period of time anyway, without making or taking any opportunity to change the subject.
Altogether, it’s within the realm of possibility—not a certainty, especially when they aren’t in Orlais, but a reasonable chance—that Colin wants something. Something other than getting to know each other.
Which would be fine. Bastien would prefer to be told outright what it is and maybe paid for it, all things equal, and if Athessa knows he might have liked a warning, but he’s not offended by the possibility. People usually want something.
He dips his hand deeper into the water, waves rolling over high enough to wet the cuff on his shirt sleeve, and says, “That is always hard.”
Altogether, it’s within the realm of possibility—not a certainty, especially when they aren’t in Orlais, but a reasonable chance—that Colin wants something. Something other than getting to know each other.
Which would be fine. Bastien would prefer to be told outright what it is and maybe paid for it, all things equal, and if Athessa knows he might have liked a warning, but he’s not offended by the possibility. People usually want something.
He dips his hand deeper into the water, waves rolling over high enough to wet the cuff on his shirt sleeve, and says, “That is always hard.”
If Bastien were to ask, he might find he is neither wrong nor right, exactly. But my friend told me to make friends with you before she has a funeral for her clan isn't a great conversation starter.
Colin's eyes are on the water as it forms like gathered silk at the edges of the boat.
"That's happened to you?"
Colin's eyes are on the water as it forms like gathered silk at the edges of the boat.
"That's happened to you?"
Bastien inhales deeply, as if preparing to confess something somber, then says: “No, not really.”
He doesn’t usually have many friends, first of all, and secondly, he generally proceeds with telling people anything serious about himself like someone walking on ice, listening, careful not to put too much weight where it might cause a crack. But I was just being polite would probably not be the best thing to say to someone this skittish, however good-humored the delivery. So.
“I have seen it, though. I once saw a poor man exiled from his entire social circle for overestimating how much they were prepared to know about his marital problems.”
He doesn’t usually have many friends, first of all, and secondly, he generally proceeds with telling people anything serious about himself like someone walking on ice, listening, careful not to put too much weight where it might cause a crack. But I was just being polite would probably not be the best thing to say to someone this skittish, however good-humored the delivery. So.
“I have seen it, though. I once saw a poor man exiled from his entire social circle for overestimating how much they were prepared to know about his marital problems.”
"Unless she uninvites me," Bastien says. It's news to him that Colin is coming, but he doesn't act like it, in case it might insult him not to have been mentioned yet. "I am trying to wait until she's worked everything out to start panicking about what I should wear. Hopefully she will tell us."
"I was a bard," he says—repeats, actually, but he says it like it's new—"so: music. Now it is a hobby instead of a profession. I think I like it better that way." The ferry is nearing the docks, so he starts gathering himself to climb out of it, straightening up and checking around the bench to make sure nothing's fallen out of his pockets. "Have you ever sold your art or your food?"
"Ah, how fun," Bastien says.
He has to pause there—for the ropes and the rowboat sliding wood-on-wood against the slip, for thanking the ferryman and sending well-wishes to his family, for climbing up onto the pier and giving a quick but enthusiastic hello and how are you to a familiar dockworker on his way past.
With with that all out of the way, he says to Colin, "Perhaps if things go well for everyone in the end, you can be a healer and churro salesman, ouais? Ailments cured and snacks provided, all in one."
He has to pause there—for the ropes and the rowboat sliding wood-on-wood against the slip, for thanking the ferryman and sending well-wishes to his family, for climbing up onto the pier and giving a quick but enthusiastic hello and how are you to a familiar dockworker on his way past.
With with that all out of the way, he says to Colin, "Perhaps if things go well for everyone in the end, you can be a healer and churro salesman, ouais? Ailments cured and snacks provided, all in one."
"The cello and the lute. First the lute and then the cello, but now the cello is my favorite. And every now and then someone will let me borrow something else and make a fool of myself—in a fun way, you know."
He mimes holding up a flute, as best he can without dropping the package he's carrying under his arm, and whistles sharply to evoke making it shriek. It earns them a few glances from passersby, which he answers by smiling apologetically and dropping his hands.
"I am putting myself in charge of the music if we manage to have a Satinalia party this year, so if you have a favorite dance, you should let me know."
He mimes holding up a flute, as best he can without dropping the package he's carrying under his arm, and whistles sharply to evoke making it shriek. It earns them a few glances from passersby, which he answers by smiling apologetically and dropping his hands.
"I am putting myself in charge of the music if we manage to have a Satinalia party this year, so if you have a favorite dance, you should let me know."
"I mean I've never liked them." A shrug. "It got really out of hand after some things happened at the Circle. Then it got worse again after Lutair. Places and crowds just...don't feel safe. So I spend most of my time outside work in my flat. Not, um, not great for making friends. Which is why I'm trying to be better about it."
Bastien nods a little at the explanation. Understandable.
"Well, if we do manage to have a party, I hope you come. Do you know what might help you if you did? We could try to make sure there is a separate room set aside for talking if people want to get away from the dancing and the noise, or... Do you have any conversation games you like, for making friends?"
"Well, if we do manage to have a party, I hope you come. Do you know what might help you if you did? We could try to make sure there is a separate room set aside for talking if people want to get away from the dancing and the noise, or... Do you have any conversation games you like, for making friends?"
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