The Desk Of Knight Commander Norrington

[judgemewhole]

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Action - After the ill, before Antiva

[ombranera]

"The Crows. All good assassins are patient." And Crows were not in the habit of being easily broken. "A compelling temptation."

Re: Action - After the ill, before Antiva

[judgemewhole]

"Yes, but apparently the Crows can't keep up with you. Which means you must be the most patient man alive." He hummed, as he finished writing his last report, and then sealed it with the Templar seal. He rose to his feet, straightening his 'casual' uniform. "Walk with me, to see these delivered? Then I am yours for the rest of the night

Action - After the ill, before Antiva

[ombranera]

"I suppose I have my moments." When thus compelled. And James could, in fact, be quite compelling. "Of course."

He pushed from the desk and gestured for James to lead, ready to fall in line and follow.

Re: Action - After the ill, before Antiva

[judgemewhole]

"You do have many of them." He smiled in turn, tucking his correspondence into his small satchel, and nodded his head across the courtyard.

"So tell me, Zevran ... you have an amazing grasp on the Chant of Light." He arched an eyebrow, "Is that simply to get in good with the devout Chantry boys and girls, as we are called?"

Action - After the ill, before Antiva

[ombranera]

"Would you believe that I am, myself, a devout Andrastian?" In his own way, as much as an Assassin can be. Which is...more than most might think. He does not sing the chant with any great regularity, but he does sing. Does pray. Does on occasion ask for forgiveness for his sins.

Not all that often, but he did.

Re: Action - After the ill, before Antiva

[judgemewhole]

James stopped, arching an eyebrow at the other man. "I would say I was surprised -- but certainly not displeased." One corner of his mouth lifted, "Something we have in common."

Action - After the ill, before Antiva

[ombranera]

"It is part of being a good Antivan Citizen. Live well, work well, give your thanks to the maker and so forth." Thanks being quite fluid a thing and the regularity with which it was to be done more or less left up to the individual. "All the more reason that I am somewhat surprised at your flirtations. Pleased, but surprised. Most southerners are quite skittish, I have noticed."

Re: Action - After the ill, before Antiva

[judgemewhole]

"My dear Zevran ... I am from the Free Marches. We tend to be slightly looser than Fereldan or Orlais." Is James's wry response, before he states a little more seriously. "To be honest - it is simply a pleasure to be liked, Zevran. Flirting with you is a boon, because you are a person that people want to be around. I ... for a variety of reasons, am not. You flatter me with your attentions, and I hope to flatter you in kind."

sending crystal.

[trouvaille]

Knight-Commander - this is Lady Vauquelin, we spoke once before. You might have seen that the project I mentioned has come to fruition.

( and she is terribly pleased with herself about it, but she restrains that. )

I have a related request, if you might entertain it a moment.

Re: sending crystal.

[judgemewhole]

Ah yes, Lady Vaquelin. A pleasure to speak with you again. Yes, I was quite pleased with your accounts of templar life here. Thank you so much for your support.

[A pause, and then a slightly more cautious.]

Please, tell me of what you have in mind.

Action - After the ill, before Antiva

[ombranera]

"You do realize that, to someone of Antiva, the Marches are still the barbaric south, yes?" It was said with no little affection- as Antiva had been far too dangerous for him to enjoy and the Imperium full of its own peril- the South had become his home in all its wonders. "Well perhaps if you scowled less fearsome at the common man and wore tighter trousers. I have found that the world opens its arms and its purse when you wear a bright grin and sinfully tight leathers."

[trouvaille]

I found your sketches very educational, and I think that they might be of aid to others - if it becomes relevant in an edition, I would like to publish them. With your permission, of course, and perhaps some notations...?

I would be happy to negotiate the matter of the profits.

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[judgemewhole]

"Oh, why am I not surprised?" Is Norrington's wry response, "Well, we barbaric southerns have managed to muddle on through with our own ... sexual mores."

He stopped at that statement, his lips twitching up at the corners, "Are you telling me the road into anyone's interest is to wear tighter pants - and frown less?"

[judgemewhole]

I see! Well then yes, I would be delighted to give them to you - with the proper notations and through information on each demon in kind. I do not want to give the public incorrect facts on these creatures.

As for profits, I would only ask that a fair amount goes to the support of the Chantry, or other charitable endeavors.

[trouvaille]

Neither do I, ser - I am very grateful.

( and she is, even if she rolled her eyes at support the Chantry; she also had the sense and courtesy to wait until that reaction had passed to reply. )

I'd also be happy to share with you the relevant pages of my drafts before they go over Lady Montilyet's desk for approval. If you might have any thoughts on their use in context.

[ombranera]

"It has done wonders for me." He grinned, pleased. "I suppose it would depend upon the contents of said trousers. If your legs are shapely and your ass pleasing to the eye. I would have to see for myself to be certain."

[judgemewhole]

You are quite welcome, my lady.

[And here he also paused, because he had best make it clear which part of the chantry he wished for her to support.]

I would be happy to add facts. I think it would help save lives. Also ... if they are to go past Lady Montilyet's desk, she can ask see where my share of the profits would be most useful to the poor and needy here and abroad. I trust her judgement in these matters.

[judgemewhole]

"Oh well, in that case we will have to ensure you see both. I truly would like it to be judged by an expert in the field." James stated mildly, even if his lips quirked up at the corners. He slowed his steps as he approached the quarter-master's office, knocking politely on the door, before entering and handing off his post.

He stepped outside once more, and then lifted one eyebrow at Zevran. "Well, I am free of obligations, unless a demon bursts free from some corner of the Fade."

[ombranera]

"I shall enjoy doing so." He leans against the wall as he waits for James to conclude his business, considering where they might do this. His room would be ideal, but he did not feel like washing his sheets again this week. "I doubt that shall be a problem. Shall we away to your chambers?"

Please say you have chambers, Norrington, and that you are not living out of a tent.

[judgemewhole]

"We shall away to my chambers -- but I will warn you now, they are nothing elaborate." James states, as he gestured to the stairs, leading up to the ramparts. "I am, after all, one of a few Knight Commanders and one of the last to arrive. I had to take what I could find."

[ombranera]

"So long as it is not a tent in the valley or the courtyard." He has had a tumble in a tent before- but if he does not have to do so? He'd rather have a proper bed.

[judgemewhole]

"Absolutely not. It was when I began here - but I have established myself enough to grant myself a little privacy." His lips quirk at the edges, "I am afraid you will simply find it as dour as you must find me."

[ombranera]

"If I found you dour I would not wish to bed you." He sidled up next to Norrington, one arm dropping around his waist as though he had a right to do so. For the moment? He did. "As I do wish to bed you, I must not find you dour."

[trouvaille]

( gwenaëlle hums agreement, observing, )

The advisors view all drafts before being sent to my editor - to ensure nothing is published that might inadvertently provide information to our enemies. My agent in Orlais handles everything further, but I can have him deal with Lady Montilyet directly with regard to your contributions to the chantry, if you like.

[judgemewhole]

James didn't blink with surprise - from the moment he had met Zevran he had a way of sliding up next to you without your noticing. As always, he felt that pulse of warmth, that flush to his ears, but today he simply slipped his hand into Zevran's fine pale hair, twisting one loose strand around his finger as they continued to his room.

"Well, then I suppose I should let you bed me, so I continue not to be dour, hm?"