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[ombranera]

I will write back as soon as possible.

Regards, Zevran

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[byblow]

Everyone who knows anything agrees my accent is terrrrrible.

And I've made fun of so many Orlesians, Zev.

So many.

They can never know.

[ombranera]

I am not about to tell anyone. You are not about to tell anyone. However will this come to pass, that they might know?

[byblow]

I told Pel.




And Beleth.



And--just them.

[ombranera]

...Why? Three might keep a secret if two are dead!

[byblow]

I can't talk to you about all of my feelings, all of the time. You wouldn't have time to look after your son.

[ombranera]

Yes you can. He cannot talk yet, I can listen to you and take care of him- can't I Lucci? [ There's a pleased giggle on the other end of the line, Luccio's fat hand grabbing for the sending crystal. ]

[byblow]

[ --aw. ]

Well then.

[ But his voice goes a little baby-talky. Not completely baby-talky, just a little less drawly and a little more animated, to keep Lucci's attention. ]

I never cared, you know, until I lived there and they cared, and then I had to--you know me. I had to care more than them.

Did you know they put Moira Theirin's head on a pike? They put Moira Theirin's head on a pike.

--Lucci, a pike is a--nice. Thing. For heads. Like a pillow.

[ombranera]

Of course. [ Lucci's laughter bubbles up brighter still, hearing the voice of one of his favorite people. ] That does sound terribly Orlesian.

[byblow]

Doesn't it?

So I've insulted nearly all of them now.

Every Orlesian in Orlais.

[ombranera]

Even Celene?

[byblow]

Not to her face.

[byblow]

Because I've never seen her face. If I do I'll insult it.

[ For Sabine. ]

[ombranera]

You would make a terrible diplomat.

[byblow]

[ Inhaled, with feigned shock: ] How dare you.

Lucci, bite your father.

[ombranera]

He would never.

[ Bright, giggling laughter proves the child too pleased to bite anyone. ]

See? My son loves me.

[byblow]

I love you, and I'd still bite you.

It's all right. He'll learn.

[ombranera]

No you wouldn't.

[ He would. Zevran's laughing right along with his son at the thought. ]

[byblow]

Now it's a matter of honor. A matter of my good word.

[ombranera]

You wouldn't dare.

[byblow]

My honor and my courage.

You're doomed.

[ombranera]

You're not that brave.

[ He is. He totally is. ]

[byblow]

Just you wait. I'd do it right now if it weren't such a long walk. I'm not afraid of you—your papa isn't scary, is he, Lucci? [ Total 180 from the challenging drawl to baby talk. ] He loves us too much.