[ Beleth has been VERY BUSY. Busy organizing files in her shelves. Suffice to say, she's more than happy to put the files aside and greet Alistair with a cheerful smile. ]
Since you're here, it clearly doesn't work that well.
[ He fans his face with a hand, but he isn't actually sweaty or out of breath or anything like that. He's spent most of his life walking somewhere or other. ]
[ She ignores his dramatics for the moment, now that there's Important Business afoot. ]
I don't have people, exactly. There are contacts. Leliana might have people embedded deeper than that, but. If she does, then it's not something she felt I had to know.
[ That's not said with any bitterness or unhappiness. She's learning, more and more, about the importance of keeping who knows what under tight control. She can't fault Leliana for not telling Beleth all the dirty secrets of the Inquisition, when they don't effect her ability to do her job. ]
[ He refuses to let this Business be too Important. ]
I'm looking for... something. In Qarinus, as far as I know. A cult, or a cultist, with the means to hide someone very important for a very long time. [ He helps himself to a chair. ] I know that isn't much to go on, but I think someone there is holding Maric Theirin, and I've already asked all two Tevinters I know.
[ She has never spent much thought on Maric, other than the knowledge that he fathered Alistair, and that Alistair doesn't like being compared to him. But the idea that he's alive... ]
I'll check into it at once, Alistair. If you're trying to pick the brains of Tevinters, you could always try the ones we've got in chains. I recommend Atticus. I wouldn't trust what he says, but he's a Magister. He should know something.
[ Beleth doesn't deserve the bristling tone, but she gets it anyway: ]
I don't have to tell Loghain anything. There are some things I'd sure like to tell him, and every day I don't is a blighted miracle, honestly, someone ought to tell the Chantry and see about having me Anointed.
[ Her first reaction is surprise, hurt flashing across her face at Alistair's tone. Instinct says to keep that look, wibble at him until he feels bad and apologizes. But she's also supposed to be responsible now, in charge of things. It's not responsible to wibble.
But he's still her friend. She can't just throw him in the gibbet--they have a gibbet, right? She's sure she's heard someone mention a gibbet.
The compromise is a sullen, pouting look, both hurt and displeased. ]
That's unworthy of you, Alistair. Don't take your temper out on me.
[ Alistair looks sullen right back, for one second, two seconds, three—then he looks down at his hands and takes a breath. ]
Sorry. [ Reluctantly, he adds, ] I told him already. He was the one leading the search when Maric first disappeared, he... If we find him, he can have all sorts of fun explaining what happened to Cailan.
[ Beleth caves as soon as Alistair does, head ducking down apologetically, and all desire to prove that she's a super responsible Authority Figure gone. ]
I'm sorry too, Alistair. It's not my place to nag you.
[ She hesitates, then reaches out to gently touch his arm. We still cool, right. ]
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Since you're here, it clearly doesn't work that well.
[ xoxoxo ]
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[ He fans his face with a hand, but he isn't actually sweaty or out of breath or anything like that. He's spent most of his life walking somewhere or other. ]
Do you have people in Tevinter?
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I don't have people, exactly. There are contacts. Leliana might have people embedded deeper than that, but. If she does, then it's not something she felt I had to know.
[ That's not said with any bitterness or unhappiness. She's learning, more and more, about the importance of keeping who knows what under tight control. She can't fault Leliana for not telling Beleth all the dirty secrets of the Inquisition, when they don't effect her ability to do her job. ]
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[ He refuses to let this Business be too Important. ]
I'm looking for... something. In Qarinus, as far as I know. A cult, or a cultist, with the means to hide someone very important for a very long time. [ He helps himself to a chair. ] I know that isn't much to go on, but I think someone there is holding Maric Theirin, and I've already asked all two Tevinters I know.
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[ She has never spent much thought on Maric, other than the knowledge that he fathered Alistair, and that Alistair doesn't like being compared to him. But the idea that he's alive... ]
I'll check into it at once, Alistair. If you're trying to pick the brains of Tevinters, you could always try the ones we've got in chains. I recommend Atticus. I wouldn't trust what he says, but he's a Magister. He should know something.
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You mean talk to a Magister, in person? Eugh. No king is worth that.
[ And no father. ]
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[ Pause, then reluctantly: ]
If Maric is alive, Alistair, you'll have to tell Loghain. You know that, right?
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I don't have to tell Loghain anything. There are some things I'd sure like to tell him, and every day I don't is a blighted miracle, honestly, someone ought to tell the Chantry and see about having me Anointed.
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But he's still her friend. She can't just throw him in the gibbet--they have a gibbet, right? She's sure she's heard someone mention a gibbet.
The compromise is a sullen, pouting look, both hurt and displeased. ]
That's unworthy of you, Alistair. Don't take your temper out on me.
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Sorry. [ Reluctantly, he adds, ] I told him already. He was the one leading the search when Maric first disappeared, he... If we find him, he can have all sorts of fun explaining what happened to Cailan.
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I'm sorry too, Alistair. It's not my place to nag you.
[ She hesitates, then reaches out to gently touch his arm. We still cool, right. ]
I'll do whatever I can to help you. I promise.