Ah, naturally you would be curious Monsieur...the first is rather light.
[In fact it was a simple sack and the envoy opened it for Zevran to peruse. Everything in it was knitted and folded almost obsessively. Blankets with hoods and little pockets, mittens, small booties, little scarves, little hats.]
The second delivery is not quite as light.
[That the envoy managed to haul it up here himself says something about his determination, it is not a sack, but a wooden and copper chest. This he opens as well, and in the chest is a kings ransom in gold and silver or appears to be. Regardless it is quite a small fortune.]
As I said...[the envoy began, sounding almost world weary in the process]...not quite as light.
[ As charming as every little knit item is- that it's for a child, that this envoy knows there is an infant in the room behind him, that he does not know this man, who sent him, or their intentions? Sloughs off the sleepy exhaustion from the day and has him wound tight in an instant.
[Kill the messenger, that is how it always is, yes? It seems as though such things happen even outside of Orlais...but he certainly did not come here to die...or lose anything.]
A man of ill repute, or so they have been whispering in court increasingly as of late...one who uses the name de Chevin.
[Honestly, take the gold and forget in his opinion.]
It is a name used by a man who means less and less, but the gold is certainly something.
Obviously he is going to have to kill him. That goes without saying. But then it would be a mess, Lucci would likely wake from his nap and cry to find his papa in the hall scrubbing blood from the tiles-
It is, for the moment, too much trouble. ]
Take what you like of the gold and return the lot to this man of ill repute. I do not know why he thinks I've need of any of these things or his gold, but I do not.
I would be obliged to take the lot if you are so keen to reject it. The offer is quite generous.
[Certainly opportunistic this man, though he is Orlesian and this is the whole of Michel's fortune.]
He will not be needing it where he will end up...a fortuitous ending for both you and I.
[Oh, but hauling it all back down will be an exercise in patience. The clothing and such he'd quite happily toss. Though it's not bad, it could be sold.]
...Clearly the list of people I need to kill has grown threefold this morning. [ Zevran pinches the bridge of his nose and pulls ten sovereigns from the chest, a more than fair sum for any mere runner. ]
If you wish to remain off this list, take this gold and go. Speak of this to anyone and I will come collect not only the gold, but your head.
[Fortunately this one rather likes his head where it is, so he'll take what is offered before bowing out slowly.]
I do have to give the disgraced young man some credit, he is clever enough to cut his losses in spite of being foolish enough to leave these walls.
[Perhaps some of his honor as a Chevalier remained, he certainly wasn't afraid of strolling back into Orlais with the cards being stacked against him. It was something to admire.]
Go back on it- and you will never see me coming. Understood?
[ The chest- it will fit under the bed. He will hold onto it until Michel returns to collect it- or perhaps he might simply call the man back to do so. ]
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[ His eyes narrow faintly and he spares a glance back into the room before stepping out and closing the door behind him. ]
What is it you are delivering?
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[In fact it was a simple sack and the envoy opened it for Zevran to peruse. Everything in it was knitted and folded almost obsessively. Blankets with hoods and little pockets, mittens, small booties, little scarves, little hats.]
The second delivery is not quite as light.
[That the envoy managed to haul it up here himself says something about his determination, it is not a sack, but a wooden and copper chest. This he opens as well, and in the chest is a kings ransom in gold and silver or appears to be. Regardless it is quite a small fortune.]
As I said...[the envoy began, sounding almost world weary in the process]...not quite as light.
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Conversational as you please, Zevran murmurs. ]
Ah, who is it that sent you, again?
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[ It is a companionable hand he rests on the envoy's shoulder, a kind smile he wears, but there is a steel there. ]
If you wish to leave Skyhold with all of your parts? You will tell me.
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A man of ill repute, or so they have been whispering in court increasingly as of late...one who uses the name de Chevin.
[Honestly, take the gold and forget in his opinion.]
It is a name used by a man who means less and less, but the gold is certainly something.
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[ Michel. Michel knew. This man knew.
...
Obviously he is going to have to kill him. That goes without saying. But then it would be a mess, Lucci would likely wake from his nap and cry to find his papa in the hall scrubbing blood from the tiles-
It is, for the moment, too much trouble. ]
Take what you like of the gold and return the lot to this man of ill repute. I do not know why he thinks I've need of any of these things or his gold, but I do not.
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[Certainly opportunistic this man, though he is Orlesian and this is the whole of Michel's fortune.]
He will not be needing it where he will end up...a fortuitous ending for both you and I.
[Oh, but hauling it all back down will be an exercise in patience. The clothing and such he'd quite happily toss. Though it's not bad, it could be sold.]
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[ Brasca, why is this his morning? ]
How much for you to forget you made the delivery and the contents of either package? Aside from your being able to walk away intact as well.
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[Rumors are very quick to fly in Orlais after all.]
His death should make this clean for the both of us, do you not agree?
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If you wish to remain off this list, take this gold and go. Speak of this to anyone and I will come collect not only the gold, but your head.
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I do have to give the disgraced young man some credit, he is clever enough to cut his losses in spite of being foolish enough to leave these walls.
[Perhaps some of his honor as a Chevalier remained, he certainly wasn't afraid of strolling back into Orlais with the cards being stacked against him. It was something to admire.]
You have my word, monsieur.
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[ The chest- it will fit under the bed. He will hold onto it until Michel returns to collect it- or perhaps he might simply call the man back to do so. ]