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. ]
[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.
[ 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. ]
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Date: 2017-03-31 11:16 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2017-04-01 02:18 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-04-01 03:32 am (UTC)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. ]