Yes, and I will accompany you. But first I will see what is in this room.
[The one where the glass has broken. Whatever glass it was, which is what Val intends to find out. He crosses the short distance and throws the door open to the room beyond, to see what he might see. Perhaps he will find a real flesh and blood servant that has been put up to trickery, or perhaps he will see the mechanics of the system that opened the front door and produced the footsteps.
Really, he should not give her the satisfaction of looking. But he wants to look. So if he wants it, that means she can't also be satisfied by it, because he will have derived the satisfaction first, and there will be too little left for her to make a meal of.]
[It is so beyond what she is expecting - for gods' sake, what on earth for? - that Wysteria has no ready response outside of a baffled honk.
After all, the room beyond the door is just a dark and dingy library, the books all removed from their grimy shelves and piled about the floor in the process of being sensibly reordered. The sum of the work is being overseen by the darkened portrait of a dour faced, thin lipped man in a somber black tunic, the brush strokes of which impart a somehow disapproving air. There is certainly no real life servant, or clever mechanism waiting there. There are however the remnants of a smashed bird figurine, one of a small collection left on one of the higher shelves as Wysteria has yet to bribe Ellis with his superior height to clear them down on her behalf. The bits of porcelain swan are quite pale against the dark floor.
From behind him:]
Are you quite finished trampling about, or would you like to review the upstairs rooms as well?
[Val, in the center of the library, considers the room from all angles. He considers the hideous portrait, done in such an old-fashioned style that it would be laughed out of any home of taste. He goes over to the remains of the figurine, once he has spotted them, and stands over the shards.
Then he turns sharply to look at Wysteria, in the doorway.]
[She opens her mouth to respond instantly and finds, irritatingly, that there is still no obvious thing that comes to mind. So, flustered and baffled and irritated at already somehow finding herself six strides behind, she goes with:]
If you are not here to ask something, then I must ask what you are even doing here in the first place, sir. What were the contents of this alleged letter? What is it, precisely, that you want?
Ah, bon? This, [and he waves a hand around the room, and then points back toward the front door,] and that, these are nothing to do with my letters. They are what you want for me to ask about. And now, you will play coy? Then very well. It suits you, if you are a little too smug for the game to be entirely attractive. But even so, I will let you play.
Entirely— Suits me— [The flush crawling up back of her neck and spreading to her ears has, if the flashing look that accompanies it, everything to do with fury as opposed to flattery. She snaps back, the critically flawed pretense of politeness evaporating.]
Yes, the funding. My representation in Orlais has confirmed the liquidation of some small assets, and the first sums will be delivered here within the month. That is, not here. To my representation in Kirkwall, and then to me.
[Later, she may take a moment to examine the fact that somehow, against all reason, that somehow worked to pin the squirming viper of a man down. But not in this moment. In this one, she is too busily aware of the bristle of her own metaphorical hackles to be particularly discerning.
She narrows her eyes at him, determined to be skeptical. ]
Will they be enough to produce the mold and material for casting the barrel? As I've said, that is the most vital metal element next to the firing mechanism. We can hardly even begin testing without it.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I remember what you said, you need not repeat it like some trained bird. But do you understand, mademoiselle, that this is my money?
My point is that the money is mine and it is not a resource of the infinite, nor is its liquidation of the simplest type. Perhaps you do not understand these things? Transactions of this sort do take time. One must find a buyer, and so on. I care little for the details and trust it is taken care of for me. What is more, my counsel has advised that my contributions be supplemented by other means of funding, so that the burden is not mine alone to bear.
There is good sense in this. Even you might see that, yes?
Obviously, I understand. You're suggesting we find somewhere other than your pocket to get the money from.
[Belatedly: there was the moment to play dumb, Wysteria. Her face pinches. She rallies.]
And what I am hearing is that you are attempting to skirt your half of our agreement. You cannot possibly think you will find any funds in mine. I believe we are both quite aware of the limitations of the Riftwatch stipend. [Speaking of:] You still owe me money for those clams we ate last week. Don't think I've forgotten.
[Val closes his eyes, and draws in a breath, says a quick prayer, Maker,--]
Must you behave in this way, or do you choose to? So grasping, and always demanding, and suspicious--the worst offense of the group! You are hearing wrong, if what you are hearing is causing you to act in this way. I skirt nothing. I am saying, [slowly, and clearly,] that I have been advised to take care in the backing of this venture, and to seek additional funding, as is common for any venture of this sort, or any research project, for which you might apply for grants, or raise funds among a certain group of people interested in such ventures or projects--all very usual in these circumstances, n'est ce pas? Surely you are familiar.
Well then why didn't you just say so? Honestly, Monsieur - if you would only apply yourself to these things directly there would be no trouble at all between us. I've already been in conversation with colleagues elsewhere regarding just this question, and have been making considerations for how best to monetize our resources here through Riftwatch. But by all means [somewhere in this, she has turned from the doorway with an exhale of exasperation and the clear expectation that he either follow her back through the house or end the conversation] should you have thoughts on how we might expedite funding the project, I would be delighted to give you my opinion.
—And there is a new series of components that will be necessary. We should review it so you will have some idea on which of your contacts might be most worth pursuing.
[When she turns away, Val crouches to begin picking up the bits of shattered figurine, very carefully so as not to cut himself. Does he actually want it, or is this just his way of refusing to follow her? But, then again, if he wanted to refuse to follow her, wouldn't he simply refuse?]
What components?
[He has to yell it after her, so busy and engaged in figurine recovery is he.]
Refined lyrium, housed within a block of— [she's gotten far enough away that the particulars of the words have flattened into a high pitched drone, receding by degrees-- wait no, it's coming back again] —must be controlled by the copper band. And if you would come with me, I would be more than happy to go over the details, but apparently we must conduct our business here in the library.
[She reappears in the doorway again, pink as the ribbon in her hair. At some point during the course of the lap, she has stripped off one of the heavy leather gloves as if she's of a mind to challenge him to satisfaction with it.]
[Val is by now done with picking up the shards of porcelain, and has stowed them in one of the pouches he keeps at his belt for such occasions. Or similar occasions, at least. Heading for the door when she reappears, he pats her casually on the arm as he strolls past, back at ease.]
I do.
[And--]
Where and what are these details? And this workshop of yours? You cannot possibly expect me to call that room a library. Where are the books?
[The sharp noise she makes after him is very sharp indeed.]
They have been removed temporarily so as to clean and refinish the shelves. When they are returned to their place, it will be a perfectly respectable— The workshop at present is attached to the kitchen in the rear of the house. The three of us have spent quite some time and effort tearing out one of the walls and opening up the cellar so as to— [Perhaps if she walks very fast, she will be able to elbow past him and lead the way properly.]
And I will write the specifics down. But the most important parts are the refined lyrium and copper.
Nothing of the sort. Mr. Stark is a colleague; I assist him with his work, and he does the same for me. And Mr. Ellis has asked for no wage.
[The kitchens, when she eventually drives him in the correct direction, are clearly the most used portion of the house. They are downright respectable - clean and tidy and aired out in thanks to the large door leading into what must be the house's narrow garden. A narrow wooden stairwell leads into a sunken space which must have once been the root cellar, and now is populated by a table overflowing with paper and a black scorch mark at the center of the floor rather than turnips.]
Ah! An unpaid apprentice. How very academic of you, Mademoiselle Professor Slave-Driver. I assume you will give him a good recommendation, when his work this term is complete?
[As they come into the cellar, Val--for all his lightness and cavalierness--begins to look about with interest, marking the furnishings and the papers and anything else there might be to see. He goes for the table straightaway when they have quit the stairs, and picks up whatever bit of paper is closets to him.]
[She cannot help the skeptical look which possesses her. Remarkably irregular? Remarkably poor? Remarkably indicative of an education had outside the vaunted halls of whatever Orlesian institution he likes best today, perhaps?
A separate sheet of paper is produced and offered in trade for whatever scrap he's claimed.]
Here is the new list of components. The new design will require some additional smithing work not indicated in the initial drawings and I have yet to refine the exact shape, but I believe with these we may successfully avoid questions of either having to re-glyph the weapon, or risk the whole project losing its use should I suddenly disappear back into the Fade. So as to the question of funding, perhaps you might begin first by telling your counsel that the project has secured some newfound stability which was not present last week.
[He takes, without trading, the second sheet of paper, and begins examining it.]
We must ask the Fade not to take you. It would be a loss to the project. But it is very foresighted of you--no unfinished works! You are an example to us all. I should leave right now and finish the four papers that sit half-complete, and make a summary of some of my more current research.
[Would that she would be so lucky because: he doesn't leave. Instead he leans up against the table, and continues to review the list.]
Is Mr. Stark or Mr. Ellis to be your smith? Or should we take applications?
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[The one where the glass has broken. Whatever glass it was, which is what Val intends to find out. He crosses the short distance and throws the door open to the room beyond, to see what he might see. Perhaps he will find a real flesh and blood servant that has been put up to trickery, or perhaps he will see the mechanics of the system that opened the front door and produced the footsteps.
Really, he should not give her the satisfaction of looking. But he wants to look. So if he wants it, that means she can't also be satisfied by it, because he will have derived the satisfaction first, and there will be too little left for her to make a meal of.]
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After all, the room beyond the door is just a dark and dingy library, the books all removed from their grimy shelves and piled about the floor in the process of being sensibly reordered. The sum of the work is being overseen by the darkened portrait of a dour faced, thin lipped man in a somber black tunic, the brush strokes of which impart a somehow disapproving air. There is certainly no real life servant, or clever mechanism waiting there. There are however the remnants of a smashed bird figurine, one of a small collection left on one of the higher shelves as Wysteria has yet to bribe Ellis with his superior height to clear them down on her behalf. The bits of porcelain swan are quite pale against the dark floor.
From behind him:]
Are you quite finished trampling about, or would you like to review the upstairs rooms as well?
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Then he turns sharply to look at Wysteria, in the doorway.]
You want for me to ask. But I will not.
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If you are not here to ask something, then I must ask what you are even doing here in the first place, sir. What were the contents of this alleged letter? What is it, precisely, that you want?
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[He folds his arms over his chest.]
My letters were about funding, mademoiselle.
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Well out with it. I don't have all day, de Foncé.
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[He looks her up and down, swiftly, taking in the gloves, and the apron, lingering on the forehead smudge.]
And what is it that you are doing that so occupies your time and requires for my rush?
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[She stomps her foot.]
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You.
Yes, the funding. My representation in Orlais has confirmed the liquidation of some small assets, and the first sums will be delivered here within the month. That is, not here. To my representation in Kirkwall, and then to me.
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She narrows her eyes at him, determined to be skeptical. ]
Will they be enough to produce the mold and material for casting the barrel? As I've said, that is the most vital metal element next to the firing mechanism. We can hardly even begin testing without it.
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I remember what you said, you need not repeat it like some trained bird. But do you understand, mademoiselle, that this is my money?
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I understand it perfectly well. What is your point, Monsieur?
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There is good sense in this. Even you might see that, yes?
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[Belatedly: there was the moment to play dumb, Wysteria. Her face pinches. She rallies.]
And what I am hearing is that you are attempting to skirt your half of our agreement. You cannot possibly think you will find any funds in mine. I believe we are both quite aware of the limitations of the Riftwatch stipend. [Speaking of:] You still owe me money for those clams we ate last week. Don't think I've forgotten.
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[Val closes his eyes, and draws in a breath, says a quick prayer, Maker,--]
Must you behave in this way, or do you choose to? So grasping, and always demanding, and suspicious--the worst offense of the group! You are hearing wrong, if what you are hearing is causing you to act in this way. I skirt nothing. I am saying, [slowly, and clearly,] that I have been advised to take care in the backing of this venture, and to seek additional funding, as is common for any venture of this sort, or any research project, for which you might apply for grants, or raise funds among a certain group of people interested in such ventures or projects--all very usual in these circumstances, n'est ce pas? Surely you are familiar.
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—And there is a new series of components that will be necessary. We should review it so you will have some idea on which of your contacts might be most worth pursuing.
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What components?
[He has to yell it after her, so busy and engaged in figurine recovery is he.]
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[She reappears in the doorway again, pink as the ribbon in her hair. At some point during the course of the lap, she has stripped off one of the heavy leather gloves as if she's of a mind to challenge him to satisfaction with it.]
Do you find this amusing? Is that what this is?
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I do.
[And--]
Where and what are these details? And this workshop of yours? You cannot possibly expect me to call that room a library. Where are the books?
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They have been removed temporarily so as to clean and refinish the shelves. When they are returned to their place, it will be a perfectly respectable— The workshop at present is attached to the kitchen in the rear of the house. The three of us have spent quite some time and effort tearing out one of the walls and opening up the cellar so as to— [Perhaps if she walks very fast, she will be able to elbow past him and lead the way properly.]
And I will write the specifics down. But the most important parts are the refined lyrium and copper.
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[Val does not slow for her. He does look around at her, and give a very pointed eyebrow raise.]
Is this funding that I am securing to pay apprentice wages?
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[The kitchens, when she eventually drives him in the correct direction, are clearly the most used portion of the house. They are downright respectable - clean and tidy and aired out in thanks to the large door leading into what must be the house's narrow garden. A narrow wooden stairwell leads into a sunken space which must have once been the root cellar, and now is populated by a table overflowing with paper and a black scorch mark at the center of the floor rather than turnips.]
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[As they come into the cellar, Val--for all his lightness and cavalierness--begins to look about with interest, marking the furnishings and the papers and anything else there might be to see. He goes for the table straightaway when they have quit the stairs, and picks up whatever bit of paper is closets to him.]
Your handwriting is remarkable.
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A separate sheet of paper is produced and offered in trade for whatever scrap he's claimed.]
Here is the new list of components. The new design will require some additional smithing work not indicated in the initial drawings and I have yet to refine the exact shape, but I believe with these we may successfully avoid questions of either having to re-glyph the weapon, or risk the whole project losing its use should I suddenly disappear back into the Fade. So as to the question of funding, perhaps you might begin first by telling your counsel that the project has secured some newfound stability which was not present last week.
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We must ask the Fade not to take you. It would be a loss to the project. But it is very foresighted of you--no unfinished works! You are an example to us all. I should leave right now and finish the four papers that sit half-complete, and make a summary of some of my more current research.
[Would that she would be so lucky because: he doesn't leave. Instead he leans up against the table, and continues to review the list.]
Is Mr. Stark or Mr. Ellis to be your smith? Or should we take applications?
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