crystal.

[cozen]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Bastien
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Nah

I need some Orlesian names. Besides the one I have, I mean.

[ He could choose himself. This is more fun. ]

I will put them in a hat and choose one, so—a little ridiculous is fine. But if it is so ridiculous I cannot carry it off and I and perhaps some other people are killed, it will be a little bit your fault. You will have to live with that.

[ He’s not serious. Just for the record. Anything so ridiculous he can’t sell it will be discarded. ]

Comments

[bignasty]

That's the spirit. Marquis de Honhon is another one I just came up with that you can have for free.

[cozen]

No, no—I must repay you somehow, for such brilliance. What is your name?

[bignasty]

Understandable, understandable. I am Sylvester Dumas [ that last 's' is not silent ], of your friendly Forces division.

Who are you?

[cozen]

Bastien, of Val Royeaux— [ Most importantly. ] —and Diplomacy. Usually.

Which of the Marches are you from, Monsieur Dumas?

[ He pronounces it as instructed, with no audible humor, but internally: heh. ]

[bignasty]

But Val Royeaux first.

[ And most importantly. ]

I'm from Kirkwall, serah. Warms my heart how lousy this little island is with well-meaning foreigners.

[cozen]

I hope we will be easier to remove than lice, when the time comes. But perhaps Kirkwall should invest in a very large comb?

[bignasty]

It's traditional to turn a blind eye until you've had a go at destroying the city, I believe.

[cozen]

Perhaps if we last longer than the Qunari did without that, we have a party.