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[anthracite]

"Tallo's half Tevene," Even before the annexation. "No one lies like a sailor, but strip the tall-tales and you're still ahead of Kirkwall."

Glowing signs, pictures in the air.

[altusimperius]

It takes a moment for Benedict's brain to catch up with him, and then at least he nods-- Tallo, the city in the Anderfels. He makes a note.

"I-- yes," he agrees blandly, "but Kirkwall's not so bad. Really." eventually

[anthracite]

"It's got a roof." The Gallows is an improvement over fieldwork. Strand regards him, then: "What do you need, serah?"

There must be some question to answer, box to check.

[altusimperius]

What does he need? Another pause follows, Benedict blinking uncertainly for a moment before he kicks himself back into gear,

"I..." Well, they're in Scouting, so that answers that. "...do you have any questions?" He clears his throat. "About Riftwatch?"

[anthracite]

"What do you know of the Warden Siorus?" Personnel officer — whatever little that seems to account — it might well be something. "Left Riftwatch last Harvestmere."

[altusimperius]

Yet another blindside, but Benedict recovers more quickly this time, knitting his brow.

"Not a lot," he admits, "...he turned into a bogfisher sometimes." There was that.

[anthracite]

"You saw him change?" A gesture, he's aware of how this could sound – "His conduct isn't in question. I'm here to follow up on a report."

[altusimperius]

Glancing uneasily away and back, Benedict nods. He did see it.

[anthracite]

"And there was nothing else strange?" Fingers pluck the air before his own face — pay attention, yes, but also a prod to memory — "No lasting changes?"

[altusimperius]

Recoiling slightly at the odd gesture, Benedict glances away again, and shakes his head.

"He was a person, and then he was a bogfisher," he explains-- it's not that weird, mages exist-- "and then he was a person again."

[anthracite]

"Good." He looks down, scratches something on the map. "I've others to ask after. Tavane, Orlov, Strange."

Baudin, Hermione, Jayce, Porthmeus.

"Have all remained with Riftwatch?"

[altusimperius]

Tavane-- that's the quartermaster, and Orlov, and Strange--

Benedict nods.

"Can I ask...?"

[anthracite]

"Novel Darkspawn," That's part of it. And Siorus' changes — "Which means novel Taint."

More or less.

"Your people are safe, we'd know by now. But I need their accounts."

[altusimperius]

An explanation at last, and Benedict is not as horrified by it as he may have expected. A quirk of his brow, and, "...would you like me to... put them in touch with you?"

[anthracite]

"I can manage," The sliver of a smile. Middlemen make it easy to duck a conversation. "But what do you make of them? How should go about it?"

[altusimperius]

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Benedict thinks on it.

"Tavane and Strange you can just ask, I think," he muses, "they're," motormouths, "open books. Orlov will need a lighter touch, but I think if you explain why you want to know...?" He shrugs a shoulder.

[anthracite]

"Thank you," He isn't so sure. Strand has never been a delicate man, and Benedict's already proven easy to fluster. That isn't promising for his definition of light; shuffles Orlov to the bottom of the list. "You've been a great help."

[altusimperius]

"Uh-huh." It's an acknowledgment, if a slightly uncertain one, but Benedict isn't in any hurry to continue the conversation.

"...is there anything else you need, before I leave you alone?"

[anthracite]

"A sack of gold and an end to the Blight." Barring that — "I'm sure we'll talk later."

[altusimperius]

A light snicker-- all right, small asks-- and Benedict nods, leaving him to it.