[ With recollection comes something of a withdrawing. Less the intent stare back at flicking once overs, attention instead lowering to the surface of the desk between them.
He adds, ]
She had her daughter with her. Arrangements were made, and I know not what they were, nor did the Templars escorting them both. Livia.
[Something in that draws her attention - a flicker like surprise catching at the very edge of her expression. It's a flat, quiet thing. It's possible he sees it not at all, given that the desk has become so interesting.]
Poor child.
[It is one of those stock expressions of sympathies - words trimmed from a pamphlet, or printed in a press, an echo of something someone somewhere has said so many times that the shape of it is trite. It is not unfeeling, it is just uncreative.
(These rote things are the easiest to say when you are surprised by information and some twinge of regret both. Collateral damage should be upsetting as a guiding principle.)]
Given all that is on the table I would hesitate to make inquiries with the Chantry to divine either of their locations for further interview, but if no alternative reveals itself then we--as an organization, I mean--might consider it. But I'll see what can be rooted out from the Gallows' records first.
[ Hard to say if it's missed or not, drawing his attention up to see how the news is received and snagging on that trite marching out of pity. Probably, there's nothing to see anymore, and she can probably sense and see his search of her.
If he comes away with anything, it doesn't show. ]
Aye, [ he agrees, the word delivered sedately, before his tone adopts again a strident pace. ] My concern for her wellbeing aside, I'm concerned more for the state of things that brought about this mess. If she and Felix were lied to, how that lie began, how we've missed their reaching to us.
I was speaking more to the possibility that she or her mother would be able to give us additional information if they were at their leisure to do so. But--
[Fitcher tips her head in place of a shrug. Considerations for later, should it be necessary.]
Should there be anything on record to help you see that we're not responsible for anything near to this a second time, you may trust that I'll find it for you.
[That delicate scrap of paper is carefully removed from the slanted section of the writing desk and placed instead into the slim topmost drawer where it will be safe from the half finished work which remains before her.]
Should you find yourself at loose ends in the mean time, I do have a weekly card game you would be welcome at.
[ At the very least, it seems the import and intent of his request has made it over the line, at least partways. If there is more he could wring out of it, he doesn't see a way to do it in this conversation. He sits straighter as she takes the letter and stows it away, tracking it with a predictable interest, like a plate of stew over the head of an attentive hound.
And then back to her in time for the invitation at cards. His expression does nothing. ]
I'll bear that in mind, [ he says, then nods, a courteous gesture, and stands, hand smoothing down his coat. ] I'll leave you then to your tasks. My thanks.
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[ With recollection comes something of a withdrawing. Less the intent stare back at flicking once overs, attention instead lowering to the surface of the desk between them.
He adds, ]
She had her daughter with her. Arrangements were made, and I know not what they were, nor did the Templars escorting them both. Livia.
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Poor child.
[It is one of those stock expressions of sympathies - words trimmed from a pamphlet, or printed in a press, an echo of something someone somewhere has said so many times that the shape of it is trite. It is not unfeeling, it is just uncreative.
(These rote things are the easiest to say when you are surprised by information and some twinge of regret both. Collateral damage should be upsetting as a guiding principle.)]
Given all that is on the table I would hesitate to make inquiries with the Chantry to divine either of their locations for further interview, but if no alternative reveals itself then we--as an organization, I mean--might consider it. But I'll see what can be rooted out from the Gallows' records first.
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If he comes away with anything, it doesn't show. ]
Aye, [ he agrees, the word delivered sedately, before his tone adopts again a strident pace. ] My concern for her wellbeing aside, I'm concerned more for the state of things that brought about this mess. If she and Felix were lied to, how that lie began, how we've missed their reaching to us.
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[Fitcher tips her head in place of a shrug. Considerations for later, should it be necessary.]
Should there be anything on record to help you see that we're not responsible for anything near to this a second time, you may trust that I'll find it for you.
[That delicate scrap of paper is carefully removed from the slanted section of the writing desk and placed instead into the slim topmost drawer where it will be safe from the half finished work which remains before her.]
Should you find yourself at loose ends in the mean time, I do have a weekly card game you would be welcome at.
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And then back to her in time for the invitation at cards. His expression does nothing. ]
I'll bear that in mind, [ he says, then nods, a courteous gesture, and stands, hand smoothing down his coat. ] I'll leave you then to your tasks. My thanks.
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It was good to meet you properly, Enchanter.
[It's important in this business to sometimes make contact with one's objects of study, after all.]