[He smiles brightly at her, and sure enough there's a second chair barely fitting in the corner opposite his. The papers he'd been working on he piles tidily up so he can turn his full, blinding-smile attention on her.]
Stock and transport, you said. Food? Drinks? Other things?
[ She takes her seat - not so fussed in his company. He always seems a straight forward kind. Direct and open. She liked that, always did.
Didn't help he was easy on the eyes. ]
I am planning a party. A big one. Not that I am here to beg coin off you. I was after perhaps some suppliers you know that deal fairly. Then your spare hands and if someone of your men can be spared hauling it in.
[It's... probably good she's not here for coin, because he's not certain he can actually provide coin for a party through Inquisition means. What she's asking is easy, though, thankfully. Thor grabs a scrap piece of parchment.]
The first two names you will want to send someone who is neither Rifter nor mage to. They care for the Inquisition's cause but do not care for your sort or mine.
[He shakes his head. The South was backward at inconvenient times.]
The other three are honest. And I can of course offer myself and most of the men of my household to help! We have four male servants.
[Who are finally ones who know how to take orders properly, which she probably understands.]
[ She eyes the list, noting what he says about the names, and with it, she begins taking her own notes in a book it seems she has just for these sorts of tasks. Though her words are all written in Devanagari letters, that mix of hindi and maratha as she needs it. ]
I certainly would not want to turn down the extra men. If nothing else, to hang decorations.
[The letters curve and join in interesting ways. If they were not at war, Thor might be curious enough to learn. But they are, so there is no time for something that will not help the effort.]
I have not seen its like. Are there many things you keep of your home?
[He's not as far from his as she is hers, but he can't deny being homesick sometimes. It must be worse for the Rifters, even if their homes are not currently occupied by enemy forces.]
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Date: 2019-03-13 05:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-03-15 01:15 am (UTC)Quartermaster.
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Date: 2019-03-15 03:30 am (UTC)[He smiles brightly at her, and sure enough there's a second chair barely fitting in the corner opposite his. The papers he'd been working on he piles tidily up so he can turn his full, blinding-smile attention on her.]
Stock and transport, you said. Food? Drinks? Other things?
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Date: 2019-03-15 03:32 am (UTC)[ She takes her seat - not so fussed in his company. He always seems a straight forward kind. Direct and open. She liked that, always did.
Didn't help he was easy on the eyes. ]
I am planning a party. A big one. Not that I am here to beg coin off you. I was after perhaps some suppliers you know that deal fairly. Then your spare hands and if someone of your men can be spared hauling it in.
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Date: 2019-03-15 03:53 am (UTC)The first two names you will want to send someone who is neither Rifter nor mage to. They care for the Inquisition's cause but do not care for your sort or mine.
[He shakes his head. The South was backward at inconvenient times.]
The other three are honest. And I can of course offer myself and most of the men of my household to help! We have four male servants.
[Who are finally ones who know how to take orders properly, which she probably understands.]
They will assist us. When is the party?
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Date: 2019-04-05 02:53 pm (UTC)[ She eyes the list, noting what he says about the names, and with it, she begins taking her own notes in a book it seems she has just for these sorts of tasks. Though her words are all written in Devanagari letters, that mix of hindi and maratha as she needs it. ]
I certainly would not want to turn down the extra men. If nothing else, to hang decorations.
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Date: 2019-04-06 09:44 pm (UTC)[He glances at the notebook. Whatever she's writing in is unknown to him, though that's not entirely a surprise. She's a Rifter.]
What language is that?
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Date: 2019-04-07 01:36 pm (UTC)The tongue of my home. Hindi, Marathi, some Farsi.
[ It's given with a mildly laughed shrug. ]
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Date: 2019-04-11 06:15 am (UTC)[The letters curve and join in interesting ways. If they were not at war, Thor might be curious enough to learn. But they are, so there is no time for something that will not help the effort.]
I have not seen its like. Are there many things you keep of your home?
[He's not as far from his as she is hers, but he can't deny being homesick sometimes. It must be worse for the Rifters, even if their homes are not currently occupied by enemy forces.]
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Date: 2019-04-14 09:54 am (UTC)Though most of it is no more than stories that I may share with others, were they willing.