[ over benedict's shoulder, where he's reached to yoink that slip of page. fingerwork's flashier than it needs to be when he tosses it for bastien to read. whichever one he drew, they're committed now. ]
[ Bastien catches it between two fingers and considers it. Answer to the question first: ]
It can't hurt. Something loose enough it won't matter what size he is when we get there. [ He passes the chosen slip of paper back to Benedict with a quieter, ] Byerly has somethings you could borrow.
[The look Bastien receives is one of deep trepidation as Benedict braces himself for mockery-- and none occurs, which leaves him nodding confusedly when Bastien leans in.]
Somehow that doesn't surprise me, [he remarks, not unkindly,]
-- and he might come willingly.
unless im misremembering the accent thing mj in which case i will edit this
Inquisition's scoped a basement near the gates. Inn they used before. 'S valley-side - not like Darktown, won't look you're slumming it.
[ just eager to get from a journey. they're coming in from the west, cut around through what was nevarran territory. nessum's focus will be on the march massing directly south, and the refugees that presage it; grab only the wrong attention if they go direct. the way back is,
[ both offhand and sincere, and not a disagreement with the plan besides. Guard. Check. ]
We should get there a day before if we can. We will need a plan in case it starts to look a trap or things go sideways. Unless either of you know the city well enough to draw me a map and swear on my life, [ get it, ] that it's accurate.
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[ over benedict's shoulder, where he's reached to yoink that slip of page. fingerwork's flashier than it needs to be when he tosses it for bastien to read. whichever one he drew, they're committed now. ]
We gonna need anything for the other guy?
[ front half of a horse suit? ]
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It can't hurt. Something loose enough it won't matter what size he is when we get there. [ He passes the chosen slip of paper back to Benedict with a quieter, ] Byerly has somethings you could borrow.
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Somehow that doesn't surprise me, [he remarks, not unkindly,]
-- and he might come willingly.
unless im misremembering the accent thing mj in which case i will edit this
[ scratching idly at his jaw. benedict's being weird about the pull, but hell, what isn't the kid weird about. ]
Why've we got an Orlesian there?
[ so he can play along. bastien does a lot of things: accents aren't one. ]
you're very correct
[ In this make believe scenario they're concocting. Not for real. Obviously. Probably. ]
So I am working for one of you, both of you, someone else entirely—I can sell it.
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...it's. Not unprecedented.
[He awkwardly tucks a strand of hair behind one ear.]
Will we have somewhere to prepare?
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[ just eager to get from a journey. they're coming in from the west, cut around through what was nevarran territory. nessum's focus will be on the march massing directly south, and the refugees that presage it; grab only the wrong attention if they go direct. the way back is,
maybe shorter. he shrugs: ]
Big dumb Ander. Guard writes itself.
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[ both offhand and sincere, and not a disagreement with the plan besides. Guard. Check. ]
We should get there a day before if we can. We will need a plan in case it starts to look a trap or things go sideways. Unless either of you know the city well enough to draw me a map and swear on my life, [ get it, ] that it's accurate.