Make sure your records of my employment are in order. My Lady.

I imagine someone will inquire after them soon.

[Filter Shiri Qattawi]

Being fucking immortal and all I doubt youll understand this but I have grown very tired.

Why not have a drink? Ive some money to burn.

[Filter Lieutenant Stark]

Ive yet to leave town you will notice.

I have a nephew...

My brother's wife was very punctual.

First Levin born in at least fifty years without red hair, can you believe it?

I'm so proud.

[single drop of water]

Sorry...

I know this might seem an odd question but I really have to ask and I would really really appreciate it if you would consider it!

[pause]

Do any of you know of any way or method or item or magic or potion or anything that can subdue or diminish or stop a certain aspect of someone's... personality? Or say if someone had changed because of Belief ( Read more... )

It does seem a while since our last ball. How would people feel about a masque?

[Filter: Adelle Vaux]

How are you?

What do you do to relax? I've had [...] trouble sleeping of late; I can't seem to clear my head.

I don't really drink, before anyone suggests that.

What is the point of monkeys. Seriously.

Ahh, it's still so cold!

What I wouldn't do for a roaring fireplace and, of course, wonderful company.

[Filter: Magister Jones]

Did all go well?

One of you girls dropped a bracelet in Inanna's tonight. Or, I don't know, maybe it was Nayan. Describe what it looks like and it's yours for the claiming. Take a guess anyway. It looks very expensive.

Smile, Gomer. It's yours if no one comes forward. Aren't I good to you?

What's the matter with this city? A drink and a fuck is the best way to warm yourself. Are my whores ugly? No. Too skinny, but they're all vain little waifs. Is my wine cheap? For you, yes, for me, no. Does it taste like snake piss? No. Is my company unpleasant? Fuck no. So what? You've all gone and joined the Citadel? Come see how much those vows ( Read more... )

I've got a shipment of goods coming through Southgate tonight, just after sundown. There's a splatter of white paint on the side of the wagon. The driver knows to look for you as a man. I told him you were a debtor and that I was smuggling you past the guards. The driver's a gambler and a drunk. He won't turn you in because he's hoping I'll help ( Read more... )