Lately. Not always such a pressing concern as the last few months made them -
But he doesn't want to talk Venatori with Orlov. But it explains a little of the circles around his eyes. Time comes for everyone, and it comes a lot quicker on the front. His elbows are wearing through patch.
"They put an Orlesian in charge of us, some fourth-son," A shrug. Between more personal gossip, Vanya might have heard the name Vidal. "Used to be his specialty."
He steps back, and the pivot is plain:
"You've seen them, then? The griffons?"
(The Commander trusts me. The Vint pirate, from what he's heard, so can't be too much of Vanya has changed. Some relief in that; few landmarks here, to know where you stand.)
"Must have stung a bit, taking orders from a fourth-son Orlesian," Vanya observes, but then answers the question. "More than seen. I ride. A few of us have trained with the creatures. Bonded enough for them to be accustomed. They're smarter than horses, and you have up and down to deal with as well as the other directions. Useful, but they're not simple animals, you know."
The twitch of his smile isn't a no. Anyone might have had a hard go after Broward - but nobility a fine salt to the wound.
"Anything like ravens?" Eager as a kid. A laugh dismisses his own question: "Maker, I'd know nothing of that either. Has to be a hell of a story, finding that knack. Got a round if you've time to tell."
It's an offer that half expects refusal. This has been something of an ambush; Vanya is keeping busy.
"I don't spend much time in the rookery," is possibly an I don't know, or maybe I don't know how to answer the question.
Still, he pauses only a moment before he adds, "I don't have so much time at a loose end," the keeping busy, yes, "but we could find time for you to buy me a drink sometime, I think. There are a few places in Lowtown with offerings that are even pleasant to consume." There's a hint of a smile that suggests this may actually be a joke.
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Lately. Not always such a pressing concern as the last few months made them -
But he doesn't want to talk Venatori with Orlov. But it explains a little of the circles around his eyes. Time comes for everyone, and it comes a lot quicker on the front. His elbows are wearing through patch.
"They put an Orlesian in charge of us, some fourth-son," A shrug. Between more personal gossip, Vanya might have heard the name Vidal. "Used to be his specialty."
He steps back, and the pivot is plain:
"You've seen them, then? The griffons?"
(The Commander trusts me. The Vint pirate, from what he's heard, so can't be too much of Vanya has changed. Some relief in that; few landmarks here, to know where you stand.)
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Cedric may, in fact, not know.
"Not everyone has a knack for it."
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"Anything like ravens?" Eager as a kid. A laugh dismisses his own question: "Maker, I'd know nothing of that either. Has to be a hell of a story, finding that knack. Got a round if you've time to tell."
It's an offer that half expects refusal. This has been something of an ambush; Vanya is keeping busy.
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Still, he pauses only a moment before he adds, "I don't have so much time at a loose end," the keeping busy, yes, "but we could find time for you to buy me a drink sometime, I think. There are a few places in Lowtown with offerings that are even pleasant to consume." There's a hint of a smile that suggests this may actually be a joke.