[ he smiles, a slip of an expression, as delicately polite as she. this is not his home, not yet- the inquisition leadership need to know where he is (or, specifically, the shard in his hand) but he has begun sorting what little he owns into trunks, and he walks the land like it is his, no unease in stepping on gwenaëlle's floors, inviting guests into her home. ]
The Veil is thin here, [ he agrees, because that is his number one real estate requirement, thank you. ] And the grounds very lush.
[ MORE TREE is his second favorite, but he has no say in the decoration and the grace to realize he shouldn't. ]
You seem the sort to prefer speaking plainly, Ser Coupe.
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The Veil is thin here, [ he agrees, because that is his number one real estate requirement, thank you. ] And the grounds very lush.
[ MORE TREE is his second favorite, but he has no say in the decoration and the grace to realize he shouldn't. ]
You seem the sort to prefer speaking plainly, Ser Coupe.