['There's something you should see, by the way,' he'd said in the middle of the afternoon somewhere between two inconsequential ship matters that De Groot had refused to make any hard decisions on while they'd been away. He'd said it lightly as if discussing the weather.
Now, in the Walrus' cabin, Flint passes a stack of papers to him. They're all in his own familiar handwriting, but the contents are grossly atypical.]
Copies. Of the documents the Inquisition is, Maker willing, using to blackmail the would-be queen of Nevarra.
[What, like he was going to return these to Scoutmaster Ashara without taking notes first?]
[ From the moment Flint speaks those words aloud, John feels anticipation prickle across his skin, settle in his palms. There's nothing to grab and secret away in his pockets; he's moved far beyond that type of bounty.
The pile of documents Flint places in his hands is something far different. And far better, truly. John smooths a palm down the first page, smile curling across his face. ]
Now that is useful.
[ The documents are security. It means when they reach a certain point in their own campaign, the Inquisition will possess a safeguard against at least one nation. Jonn's quiet for a moment, before he lifts his gaze back to Flint. ]
Temperate. [ A beat. ] But fast-changing.
[ A faint note of exasperation creeps into John's voice as he recalls familial squabbles. ]
We'll have to proceed carefully there. And if anything goes wrong with that blasted dwarf...
[ John is still more bothered at the idea of losing their foothold in Antiva than at the idea of pissing of the Qunari, but what else is new. ]
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action, whenever they're both back from adventures and before satinalia?;
Now, in the Walrus' cabin, Flint passes a stack of papers to him. They're all in his own familiar handwriting, but the contents are grossly atypical.]
Copies. Of the documents the Inquisition is, Maker willing, using to blackmail the would-be queen of Nevarra.
[What, like he was going to return these to Scoutmaster Ashara without taking notes first?]
How's the weather in Antiva these days?
perfect
The pile of documents Flint places in his hands is something far different. And far better, truly. John smooths a palm down the first page, smile curling across his face. ]
Now that is useful.
[ The documents are security. It means when they reach a certain point in their own campaign, the Inquisition will possess a safeguard against at least one nation. Jonn's quiet for a moment, before he lifts his gaze back to Flint. ]
Temperate. [ A beat. ] But fast-changing.
[ A faint note of exasperation creeps into John's voice as he recalls familial squabbles. ]
We'll have to proceed carefully there. And if anything goes wrong with that blasted dwarf...
[ John is still more bothered at the idea of losing their foothold in Antiva than at the idea of pissing of the Qunari, but what else is new. ]