crystal | if i promise that i'll be real good,

[poleaxed]

FORM: crystal as you please.
SENDER: Jone of Denerim.
RECIPIENT: Everybody.
NOTES: Jone's mouth.

I ain't been here long. Have we ever had a proper tourney, like?

We've horses enough for the joust. We've space for the melee. Some of you, I've heard tell, can manage well enough with a lute. And there can be betting, if any could be bothered to bookie. You know, so you can join in even if you can't hold a weapon or ride a sodding horse.

Has anyone done that? Might be worthwhile, yeah? Considering... things can get a bit boring, staying all in one place, if you ain't careful.

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[poleaxed]

Yeah, I mean- if you ain't met him, phwoar, he's huge, but the Chantry's a bit huger, innit.

[truthtied]

[ With some amusement: ]

He does give that impression, yes. And you're right. An sole individual might fight an army, but they certainly can't topple an entrenched institution. We will simply have to ensure there's no reason for such a fight to occur.

[archademode]

Enough, Jone. I need no keeper.

[As for Diana, he’ll say nothing— it would be unkind to fix his attention on a woman he’d only just met. One whose intentions are clearly good, if not currently focused a little too narrowly on his own safety owing to Jone’s guidance.]

[truthtied]

It was for my benefit as well as yours, I am sure. We are comrades in our situation as strangers in this land, it benefits us all to know these things so we may protect each other.

[ Her own tone is gentle reproof of someone accustomed to stepping between arguments and being heard. She tempers it with good humor: ]

And you did not answer my question, Serrah. How shall I address you?

[archademode]

Gabranth, if you have need of something shorter. I’ll not dictate what amount of respect you show me, only that you show no disrespect in your dealings.

[Though he suspects already that Diana would never be so coarse.]

[truthtied]

My thanks, Gabranth, and it is a pleasure to meet you.