[ Byerly beams. He's immensely pleased to see, first, that Wysteria (as he suspected) is fully on board for bonding via gossip, and second, that (as he suspected) she also doesn't like That Bitch. ]
So absurdly condescending. She treated Bastien - Bastien! - like he was stupid. I'm not sure if you heard it on the network.
Andraste has nothing on him when it comes to forbearance. But - yes - she was going on about relative time or multiple worlds or something of that sort, and he asked for clarification, and she started mocking him for having to ask.
What a truly dreadful woman. Anyone with a shred of courtesy would know instantly that they might have to explain— Why, I myself had to describe part of the self same idea to Mister Holden [(poor Mister Holden)] when he first arrived, and he was from a place where they traveled between worlds on a routine basis!
[ He's momentarily surprised that Wysteria believes in that stuff - but, well, no, this is going well, he's not going to pause to question any of it. ]
Just so. And it is particularly rank, given that she's certainly made no effort to learn about the customs here.
Well of course not. We—you, rather—are all backwater barbarians who have only just learned to rub two sticks together to make fire. There is hardly a scrap of culture or intelligence between us.
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I tell you, I have been trying to convince myself that I ought to resume my project of surveying Rifters when first they arrive but she makes it very difficult to wish to go back in fill in the gaps with everyone I'd missed while I was indisposed.
Quite so. And it must be maddening for you. Rifters have made something of a respectable name for themselves at this point - but then people like this show up to spoil it.
I would hope that anyone with any sense of good judgement whatsoever would recognize that there are dreadful examples of nearly every type of person everywhere.
Her hair that looks like it was sheared off with a blunt knife?
[Now that's just mean, Wysteria, and put about as petulantly as is possible.]
You ought to consider another round of etiquette classes. It's high time, and with the war front having moved so close it's only more likely that we'll soon be expected to deal with all manner of people more local to Kirkwall than usual rather than far flung Orlesians who might never trip over all our local gossip.
And that looks like she was so desperate to be a blonde that she soaked her head in lye. I've seen more competent dye-jobs amongst cut-rate Antivan mummers.
[ Byerly takes quite a lot of pleasure in being mean, and feels no shame at all. ]
I shudder to imagine her at a class like that. She'd likely fall to crying at our wretched tyranny, forcing her to do something so base.
Madam de Fonce. How dare you even imply we might send her on assignment! She deserves to be here, fed, clothed and housed - and the mere thought that we might ask anything in return is offensive!
You know, somehow I suspect she would find some excuse as to how that was simply impossible. Or she'd have some paranoid fit about how we'd keep her here regardless. Anything to keep sopping up our charity.
Well if she's really so much better and cleverer than everyone else here, she ought to have no issue discovering some alternate method by which to run off and do whatever it is she pleases. But you're right. I strongly suspect that isn't actually her aim.
I think what galls me most is her assumption that anyone would want to kidnap her. I don't mean to be cruel [ hahahaha yes he does ] but don't those who suffer kidnapping typically have something to offer to their kidnappers? Why, if you assumed you'd been kidnapped, there would be some rational basis for that. But she's neither clever nor pleasant.
Well, [with GREAT authority, as someone twice (briefly) captured, not counting certain dreamt scenarios.] Sometimes one is held hostage simply on account of convenience.
But yes, I see your point. Perhaps she's attempting to hide some useful skill with all this apparent uselessness and poor temper that she thinks she might be exploited for if we were to know.
[Wait, that's almost a charitable assessment.]
—In which case she is doing a fine job of it, as I can think of no other person I would care to spend an hour with less.
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Some of our newer arrivals are odious.
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Oh?
[Yes, she sounds suspicious.]
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Ugh
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She truly is relentlessly terrible.
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So absurdly condescending. She treated Bastien - Bastien! - like he was stupid. I'm not sure if you heard it on the network.
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No! [Is outrage and answer both.] What did she say to him? And with him being the most patient person in all of the Gallows—
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Andraste has nothing on him when it comes to forbearance. But - yes - she was going on about relative time or multiple worlds or something of that sort, and he asked for clarification, and she started mocking him for having to ask.
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[When she scoffs, it's with her whole diaphragm.]
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Just so. And it is particularly rank, given that she's certainly made no effort to learn about the customs here.
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[EYEROLL.]
I tell you, I have been trying to convince myself that I ought to resume my project of surveying Rifters when first they arrive but she makes it very difficult to wish to go back in fill in the gaps with everyone I'd missed while I was indisposed.
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—But, yes. It's embarrassing.
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[Now that's just mean, Wysteria, and put about as petulantly as is possible.]
You ought to consider another round of etiquette classes. It's high time, and with the war front having moved so close it's only more likely that we'll soon be expected to deal with all manner of people more local to Kirkwall than usual rather than far flung Orlesians who might never trip over all our local gossip.
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[ Byerly takes quite a lot of pleasure in being mean, and feels no shame at all. ]
I shudder to imagine her at a class like that. She'd likely fall to crying at our wretched tyranny, forcing her to do something so base.
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Well if she's really so much better and cleverer than everyone else here, she ought to have no issue discovering some alternate method by which to run off and do whatever it is she pleases. But you're right. I strongly suspect that isn't actually her aim.
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But yes, I see your point. Perhaps she's attempting to hide some useful skill with all this apparent uselessness and poor temper that she thinks she might be exploited for if we were to know.
[Wait, that's almost a charitable assessment.]
—In which case she is doing a fine job of it, as I can think of no other person I would care to spend an hour with less.
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