"Interesting. In a sense, that's the very idea. The Coalition doesn't want the people of Revachol to feel that they are under a military occupation. That is why the Archer is always careful to maintain a constant, discreet distance."
You look out the window toward the north. There, amidst the low-hanging stars, you can just make out signs of motion...
No, it's more like a creature from the abyssopelagic zone, a great dark bioluminescent fish...
Don't let the shiny lights fool you, it's a goddamn killing machine, and there's nothing you can do to stop it!
You look out the window, but you can't see anything. But then, it's dark, and your eyes aren't the sharpest...
"Yes, you've made your persistence quite clear. Under normal circumstances I would have to insist you go through the regular channels."
"Of course, we are speaking informally, but officially I am still in La Delta, preparing for an upcoming conference on fuel oil derivatives..."
"Mais que faites-vous, officer?" Your hand bumps up against the man's solid if somewhat fleshy chest.
"Perhaps your blood sugar is a bit low? As I was saying, officially speaking I am still in La Delta, preparing for an upcoming conference on fuel oil derivatives..."
"He said he wasn't really here. I had to make sure he wasn't an astral projection."
"No, no, don't be silly. We're simply speaking in an informal capacity. Officially I am still in La Delta, preparing for an upcoming conference on fuel oil derivatives..."
"Why, officially I am still in La Delta, preparing for an upcoming conference on fuel oil derivatives. I'm only in Martinaise in an unofficial capacity..."
"You have acquired the hat." He assesses the situation. "Keep it, officer, it looks good on you."
The tone somehow suggests to you that you're starting to become a little sponsored by him as well.
"You have acquired the robe." He assesses the situation. "Keep it, officer, it looks good on you."
"You have acquired the hat." The man assesses the situation. "Keep it, officer, it looks good on you."
You shouldn't be seeing him in an intimate setting. For some reason you feel this man is your... superior.
His hands are clean and well-manicured. This is a man who knows the importance of appearances.
"My name is Charles Villedrouin and I'm an official with the Coalition Government. I work for the Institute of Price Stabilité, on assignment from Sur-la-Clef."
"I heard you talking to my friend outside... Very good. Super. I am here to assist you in any way possible. Ask me about the hanging."
No, first ask an innocuous personal question to get the interview off on the right foot.
(Show him the silk robe.) "Before we get to that, tell me where you got this beautiful silk robe from?"
"Oh, we got it from an atelier in the East Delta Commerce Centre. Personally I think it's a little culturally insensitive, but the material is great. Sadly the shop is now out of business..."
"That's really all I can tell you about it." He forms a little rooftop with his fingers. Cold air sweeps in from the balcony.
(Point to the silk robe.) "Before we get to that, tell me where you got this beautiful silk robe from?"
(Point to the Samaran hat.) "We'll get to that. Right after you tell me the story behind the black Samaran hat."
"I got it from the head of the Samaran delegation on my trip to Lo-Manthang. It's made from a special charcoal-coloured bamboo. It's an emblem of the formal normalization of our diplomatic relations."
He's alluding to the decade-long war of independence while deftly brushing aside the complex causes behind the conflict.
(Point at the bed.) "Before we go on, I absolutely have to inquire about this wonderful canopy."
"Oh yes, my friend has a great eye for these things. He refuses to tell me where it came from -- it's a mystery. Hehehe." He smiles. "I believe they call this type of frame industrial. It's very comfy."
(Show him the Samaran hat.) "We'll get to that. Right after you tell me the story behind the black Samaran hat."
"Of course. Let me just say it has been an emotional week for me." He forms a little rooftop with his fingers. Cold air comes in from the balcony.
Hanging? What a drag. He seems like a cultured gentleman -- you should ask him about the finer things...
"You have acquired the robe." The man assesses the situation. "Keep it, officer, it looks good on you."
"Officers of the Revachol Citizens Militia." The man in business-casual removes his cuff links.
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