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'S not a bother.
[ good excuse to stop checking, and rechecking, and triple-checking, and triple-rechecking their list of contacts. already drawn a line through rina mitrea. ]
What's on?
[ good excuse to stop checking, and rechecking, and triple-checking, and triple-rechecking their list of contacts. already drawn a line through rina mitrea. ]
What's on?
It's nothing serious, I simply...
[ it is occurring to her only now that this sounds... really weird, probably. oh no. ]
Messere Orlov has been teaching me Nevarran, and I wanted to do something kind for him in return, but he refuses to ask me for anything. I've decided to cook for him, in want of anything better to do, and I just wondered what he might like, what he might miss from home.
[ it is occurring to her only now that this sounds... really weird, probably. oh no. ]
Messere Orlov has been teaching me Nevarran, and I wanted to do something kind for him in return, but he refuses to ask me for anything. I've decided to cook for him, in want of anything better to do, and I just wondered what he might like, what he might miss from home.
Edited 2025-03-04 14:54 (UTC)
Ey, grozav.
[ back to trade: ]
Flatbread, mostly. That's different. Lotta fish β but even rich folks, not all them eat meat. Uh. Spicier than Kirkwall. Stronger flavours. But reckon 's a kindness anyway, man's been eating out of a mess half his life.
[ back to trade: ]
Flatbread, mostly. That's different. Lotta fish β but even rich folks, not all them eat meat. Uh. Spicier than Kirkwall. Stronger flavours. But reckon 's a kindness anyway, man's been eating out of a mess half his life.
[ she flushes, pleased, at the approbation, at understanding it, at cedric being the one giving it. oh, knots, what is her thing for nevarrans? ]
We can't call it a kindness til I've done it, I'm only a passable cook.
[ she probably won't fuck this up too bad. probably. ]
Fish, more spice, stronger flavours.... I can work with that, I think. Is there a... a meal that's usually reserved for special occasions? Something expensive, or seasonal? In Candlekeep we had boar on feast days, something like that?
We can't call it a kindness til I've done it, I'm only a passable cook.
[ she probably won't fuck this up too bad. probably. ]
Fish, more spice, stronger flavours.... I can work with that, I think. Is there a... a meal that's usually reserved for special occasions? Something expensive, or seasonal? In Candlekeep we had boar on feast days, something like that?
Didn't know boars could read.
[ joking ]
The Abbey'd do cabbage rolls for Wintersend. Ferment the leaves and tuck it 'round mince to boil. But y'might have more luck asking Gela β me and Vanya, we came up pretty different.
[ joking ]
The Abbey'd do cabbage rolls for Wintersend. Ferment the leaves and tuck it 'round mince to boil. But y'might have more luck asking Gela β me and Vanya, we came up pretty different.
[ it's a testament to how seriously she's taking this that the boar comment blows right past her. she'll laugh when it's had time to settle, give her a few seconds. ]
Cabbage rolls... Alright, I'll ask Gela next.
Oh, andβis there anything you miss, Cedric? If I'm going to be cooking anyway, I couldβI'd like to make you something as well. As thanks for all you've done for me.
Cabbage rolls... Alright, I'll ask Gela next.
Oh, andβis there anything you miss, Cedric? If I'm going to be cooking anyway, I couldβI'd like to make you something as well. As thanks for all you've done for me.
You don't owe me nothing. 'S plenty being a friend. But you ever get to thinking on something from home, be interested to try it.
[ some folks get recipes from dreams. straight from the fade? rarer chance, that. ]
[ some folks get recipes from dreams. straight from the fade? rarer chance, that. ]
It's not a matter of owing, Cedric, it's a matter of appreciation. It's because you're a friend. You've done so many kind things for me, I'd like to do the same for you.
[ but fine, if you're not going to request something specific she'll just have to extrapolate from everything you've already told her. hmph!! ]
There's nothing much from FaerΓ»n that we don't already have here, or that wouldn't require some ingredients that don't seem to exist in Thedas, but... Well, how do you feel about mushrooms?
[ but fine, if you're not going to request something specific she'll just have to extrapolate from everything you've already told her. hmph!! ]
There's nothing much from FaerΓ»n that we don't already have here, or that wouldn't require some ingredients that don't seem to exist in Thedas, but... Well, how do you feel about mushrooms?
Long as they're not the funny kind. This place gets weird enough.
Ser Carsus, my name is Connor Guerrin. Can I beg your ear for a moment? In person, if it's not too much trouble.
'Course,
[ just a bit too keen: the way folks get when you've caught them dozing. it's noon, and the desk's been embossing cedric's cheek nearly an hour. but a southern stranger knows his name, has used his title, and so β ]
Lend you the good one. Can I ask what 's about?
[ a glance down finds the shirt he's picked today. blue, and unpatched; and definitely not chantry-spun. shit. ]
[ just a bit too keen: the way folks get when you've caught them dozing. it's noon, and the desk's been embossing cedric's cheek nearly an hour. but a southern stranger knows his name, has used his title, and so β ]
Lend you the good one. Can I ask what 's about?
[ a glance down finds the shirt he's picked today. blue, and unpatched; and definitely not chantry-spun. shit. ]
A professional matter, [ delicately, ] insofar as you are concerned.
[ what's a mediation officer, he's never heard of that. ]
Where should I meet you, Ser?
[ what's a mediation officer, he's never heard of that. ]
Where should I meet you, Ser?
[ if he's suspiciousΒ β
that's unfair. just guilt by another name. besides, wouldn't no one send a brother to bawl him out. he's not that important. so: ]
Seen the chapel yet, Messere? Oughta be empty this time of day.
[ most times of day. cedric pulls his gambeson from the hook, whiffs the morning's sweat and puts it right back. shirtsleeves it is. ]
Be right along.
that's unfair. just guilt by another name. besides, wouldn't no one send a brother to bawl him out. he's not that important. so: ]
Seen the chapel yet, Messere? Oughta be empty this time of day.
[ most times of day. cedric pulls his gambeson from the hook, whiffs the morning's sweat and puts it right back. shirtsleeves it is. ]
Be right along.
It's a beautiful building, and nice when one needs solitude, [ what y'all need and are clearly not getting is the maker, ] I'll be waiting for you there. Thank you, Ser.
The chapel is, as predicted, empty when Cedric makes his way there, save for one man knelt in prayer at the feet of a statue of penitent Maferath. When he hears Cedric's footsteps, Connor cuts off his prayer to push to his feet, turning to face the templar with a... well, it's a kind of smile. Nervous, maybe, a little dour, but an attempt.
"Ser Carsus, I presume? Thank you for meeting me."
The chapel is, as predicted, empty when Cedric makes his way there, save for one man knelt in prayer at the feet of a statue of penitent Maferath. When he hears Cedric's footsteps, Connor cuts off his prayer to push to his feet, turning to face the templar with a... well, it's a kind of smile. Nervous, maybe, a little dour, but an attempt.
"Ser Carsus, I presume? Thank you for meeting me."
His own smile's easy. Mostly, it reaches his eyes.
"Cedric," Take it in: Young guy, tall guy β and something stretched from place. Mimicking an unfamiliar shape. Last year he must've looked the same (most days, he still feels it). "What's the trouble, Messere?"
Absent habit finds a taper, tipped from one to another to the dark row of candles. Been a long time since he'd teach the kids how to trim wicks, to keep wax from spilling to hand. All seemed so tedious back then, young and itching for the sword. Too small a world to settle for.
Been a long time. He offers the candle over, there's one more to light.
"Cedric," Take it in: Young guy, tall guy β and something stretched from place. Mimicking an unfamiliar shape. Last year he must've looked the same (most days, he still feels it). "What's the trouble, Messere?"
Absent habit finds a taper, tipped from one to another to the dark row of candles. Been a long time since he'd teach the kids how to trim wicks, to keep wax from spilling to hand. All seemed so tedious back then, young and itching for the sword. Too small a world to settle for.
Been a long time. He offers the candle over, there's one more to light.
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