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[cozen]

[ He laughs. ]

It is mine. If it was his doing, I am sure I would be asking you to take him a gambling house. But I am asking because he is dear to me and I know how he admires you. I will admit to that.

[unshut]

Admires is certainly one word for it. [Sounding much like a girl with a chin in her hand and a jauntily raised eyebrow:] Tell me, has he said anything to you or are you guessing based entirely on his doe eyed looks ?

[cozen]

I have betrayed as much of his confidence as I am willing to already, Madame.

[ Which is sort of an answer. ]

[unshut]

[Her laugh is a pleasantly low, warm sound.]

You are far too good a friend, Monsieur Val Royeaux. I hope he treats you in kind.

[cozen]

Bien sûr. I do not settle for bad company unless I am being paid.

Speaking of—may I ask about, ah. Barrow? The big Fereldan. Should I dislike him on your behalf?

[unshut]

Paid? You are most mysterious, Ser Lockpick Shoe.

—But no, I think not. The poor man's entirely harmless to anyone other than himself. Though I can give you the names of a half dozen lenders in Kirkwall if you would like to hold a grudge for me.

[cozen]

I would be honored and delighted, Ser Candlestick Blood Mage.

[unshut]

My finest moment. Please see that an illustration of the moment is etched somewhere fantastic in my honor when I die.

[cozen]

In the Grand Cathedral itself. And I will lobby for it to be engraved onto your urn, too, so anyone who handles your ashes knows they hold a hero in their hands.

[unshut]

Bless you. I'll put in a good word for you with the Maker.

For now, shall I wish you luck with your Orlesian affair?

[cozen]

Merci. We could use it. Have a good evening, Madame.

[unshut]

Take care, Bastien. I would hate to have to civilize a full time replacement for your company.