The Desk Of Knight Commander Norrington

[judgemewhole]

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Re: crystals; post-ttt

[judgemewhole]

You want to borrow ... Cade.

[Why in the world would anyone - ]

Well. All right. So you would like me to introduce you to Cade, so you can take him off to do ... what precisely?

[limier]

[ What a telling little pause. ]

With respect, I feel it likely to proceed more smoothly if conducted without a Commander’s direct presence.

[ A more familiar form of request, more likely to set Cade at ease. The times have changed, their numbers have thinned: Now every knight is likely to report to top brass, if they haven't just been hurriedly promoted themselves. But there remains a certain comfort in the old structure — one which she hopes to bank on.

( She’d rather not dance the complicated jig of my-boss-your-boss-not-my-boss-at-all through a first impression. ) ]

I ask your leave as I am aware that he reports to you,

[ When he’s not playing Seeker secretary; a point doubtless worn sore. ]

And as I know there have been difficulties concerning his presence. If I am to keep ahead of any potential situations — [ His face bubbled with red ruin, the glint of ruby pushing up beneath his eyes, ] — I must get a better measure of the man, and allow him the same of me.

I have arranged the donation of certain supplies, for distribution to pilgrims along the road.

[ Light duty, an opportunity to gauge the way that he thinks. A quiet bit of public relations. ]

[judgemewhole]

[Right. Well. How could he put this ... at all, delicately?]

Very well.

[Have yourself another telling pause.]

He reports to me directly. He is my personal secretary.

[If he is doing errands for Cassandra or Malcolm, he has not heard of it.]

He has been through a great deal. I ask that you keep that in mind when you speak with him. He was ... at Kirkwall when it fell. [So do with that as you will.]

Sounds like perfect light duty.

[However.]

He is not chatty. He will not converse with you at great length.

[limier]

[ A Marcher trying to delicate. How... curious, itself.

He was at Kirkwall when it fell. All the more reason to have this done with now, before an inglorious homecoming. ]

Thank you. I promise I shall not return him, [ With a broken writing hand? With secret orders to embezzle office supplies? Alright. So maybe she’s the one a little sore at what he’s been set to, ] Any worse for wear.

[ If Harriman does not belong in combat, clerking is an excellent solution — rationally, Wren knows this. But she's still grateful that Norrington cannot see her expression across the crystals. ]