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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 29, 2020 18:10:20 GMT
"Aye, I am rather ashamed about that." It was perfectly obvious from his face that it was the case. Deceit was simply not in his nature.
"When I saw that these people had turned the Mist into some sort of weapon, I was frankly terrified of the implications. I thought to myself that I had to put an end to it before someone could proliferate that knowledge across the Empire. But now, I see I was just acting like a scared child. You were right in that moment... I almost became another Nigel."
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 29, 2020 18:15:05 GMT
"So long as you grow from these experiences, that's what counts." She raised her glass toward him. "To character growth. And not being Nigel."
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 30, 2020 2:42:32 GMT
He raised his in return and sipped his.
"That is astonishingly good."
He took another sip before continuing, "So how are you, my lady? Have you already recovered from Al-Khial?"
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 30, 2020 6:15:13 GMT
She sipped her own and leaned back in her seat. "Oh, I'm doing just wonderfully. I think I've finally got the books back in order after our little adventure. Justine - and Juliette from time to time - have been keeping me company. Justine's a delight of course...Juliette is Juliette. They're just next door, if you want to pay a visit." She pointed toward the twins' room. "Then Nigel's got me hosting a fundraiser for his next expedition. Should be quite the event. And Silvia and I are looking into something for the girls we rescued. Just a little Bastion intrigue, much more my speed than traipsing through dungeons."
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 30, 2020 17:12:05 GMT
"Nigel, eh? He asked me to help with that same expedition. I imagine I will for the sake of the men and women serving under him, but I am not entirely sure when he'll actually need me. I understand he means to visit Edysse first... will you be accompanying him?"
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 30, 2020 17:39:04 GMT
She shook her head. "I have tasted the joys of living rough and found that I rather like my comforts. Told him I might send some field medics, though. Got some young healers that could use a bit of..." She waved a hand vaguely, searching for the word, "seasoning. It's one thing to sew a wound shut in a clean, silent room. Quite another when giant killer shrimp are bearing down on you. The experience should be valuable."
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Post by Geoffrey Ravenhurst on Sept 30, 2020 17:45:08 GMT
Herneiros nods sagely. "Indeed. But at least they are tasty. If you will be staying in Bastion, I was hoping you could wield your financial prowess and look into some businesses I seem to have inherited from my father. I don't think I can prove they're mine and I am not sure I even should... but I would quite like to know what sort of business Elias Rosecroft was invested in."
He frowned. "I should warn you. It could get rather disquieting."
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 30, 2020 18:08:06 GMT
"I appreciate the warning. But did you say Rosecroft?" Ceutinde knit her brow, thinking back. "I didn't know an Elias, but there was a Victor Rosecroft who used to come in here. He moved out of the city a few years back, to Edysse or Vittoria, I can't recall which. Hang on." She set her wine down on the table between them and rang a different bell at her desk this time, one that went directly to Carl's quarters. "Someone else might have a better memory than me. Or at least better records." She told Herneiros by way of explanation.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 30, 2020 18:11:19 GMT
It only takes a few seconds for Carl to arrive. He entered, spared one glance at Herneiros, then back to Ceutinde. “M’lady?” He asked one his usual laconic tone.
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 30, 2020 18:14:55 GMT
Herneiros, this is..." Ceutinde's lips curled up at trying to describe her consigliere's duties, "let's just leave it at Carl. Carl, this is my dear friend Herneiros, Carl. One of the ones I went on the little adventure with. But I'm sure you already know all about all of them. Tell me, do you remember a Victor Rosecroft? I think he left town six or seven years ago. Wasn't a particularly big spender, if I recall."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 30, 2020 18:23:52 GMT
Carl thought a moment and nodded after a few seconds. “I remember him,” he said. “Gave Emilia a broach once because he ran out of coin. He used to be a builder before his family went into the Mists never to be seen again...” he thought for anything else. “Edysse,” he confirmed. “His intended’s family were some sort of fish moguls. Owned a fleet that goes out and catches grouper or the like.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 30, 2020 18:41:54 GMT
"Any idea if Emilia still has that brooch?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 30, 2020 19:15:26 GMT
Carl shook his head. “No idea,” he said. “Knowing her she sold it to get coin but you never know. I could ask her if you wish.”
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Post by Ceutinde on Sept 30, 2020 19:43:57 GMT
"If you wouldn't mind, and if I didn't interrupt anything important calling you in here to bother you with frivolous questions." Ceutinde turned back toward Herneiros. "Well, there you have it. If you're going to Edysse..." She shrugged. "Pay a visit to a long-lost uncle, or cousin, or person who coincidentally shares a surname with your birth family. Might be some more answers for you there."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 30, 2020 19:45:30 GMT
Carl nodded. “I’ll send her up when she’s done on her routine. You know how she gets when she’s interrupted.” He quickly slipped out. Unlike everyone else, she didn’t pay him for his ability to small talk.
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