[Maybe if he hadn't seen all that flash of attentiveness behind Byerly's easy grin or if he hadn't almost stepped straight into the edge of whatever metaphorical knife Byerly has hiding near his side, he'd have no reason to pivot so. Or maybe he's paranoid. Or maybe he's giving the man too much credit based entirely on a sense of familiarity that doesn't actually exist. Regardless, he can't shake the feeling of a feint in progress even if he can't see the direction.
Diplomacy, he'd said. And as the Inquisition can hardly be called discretionary when it comes to recruitment--]
I'd be surprised if you hadn't already found some other way of pulling your weight, Rutyer. 'Tugging on legs', wasn't it?
[Someone must be doing it on the Inquisition's behalf.]
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Diplomacy, he'd said. And as the Inquisition can hardly be called discretionary when it comes to recruitment--]
I'd be surprised if you hadn't already found some other way of pulling your weight, Rutyer. 'Tugging on legs', wasn't it?
[Someone must be doing it on the Inquisition's behalf.]