Your seamstress is likely to be very disappointed when she discovers I've neither your fashion nor your figure. But I will not refuse your kind offer, as I've need of the assistance. I made do on my own for a party at the Viscount's tower, and I think you would not be too disappointed in my choice, but it fully exhausted my abilities on that score.
I don't know that the Inquisition has had much dealing with Antiva, though you would certainly know better than I unless it happened in the last few weeks. Slave trading does sound like the sort of business the Inquisition would step in to end, but surely your father is not involved in that? Perhaps you may turn their eye toward Rialto and your rivals, if you wish, or keep it focused elsewhere if you do not. I expect you will have everyone here wrapped around your fingers in no time at all, if you desire it.
Gareth and Kostos are well. The latter has been with the Inquisition this last year, and Gareth only just arrived a month or so after I did. Gareth has not taken your advice about hair oil, but is much improved by regular access to hot water. (As are we all, truth be told. They've great heated baths in the tower here, and I've secured a room large enough to have a tub of my own. I realize as I write that this will not sound in the least remarkable to you, who has a palace for each day of the week and another for holidays, but after living rough these last few years it is a luxury that tempts me to complacency. You must imagine me now a creature of leisure, soaking for hours in steaming, perfumed waters. I will not deny it or try to dissuade you from the notion: imagine it. Embellish, if you feel the need.)
As for whether you might stay, I suppose it will depend upon the quality of the furs, and how long you wait to deliver them. Wait too long and the chill might have passed altogether and then I will have no need of either, though you know your company would be welcomed in any season.
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I don't know that the Inquisition has had much dealing with Antiva, though you would certainly know better than I unless it happened in the last few weeks. Slave trading does sound like the sort of business the Inquisition would step in to end, but surely your father is not involved in that? Perhaps you may turn their eye toward Rialto and your rivals, if you wish, or keep it focused elsewhere if you do not. I expect you will have everyone here wrapped around your fingers in no time at all, if you desire it.
Gareth and Kostos are well. The latter has been with the Inquisition this last year, and Gareth only just arrived a month or so after I did. Gareth has not taken your advice about hair oil, but is much improved by regular access to hot water. (As are we all, truth be told. They've great heated baths in the tower here, and I've secured a room large enough to have a tub of my own. I realize as I write that this will not sound in the least remarkable to you, who has a palace for each day of the week and another for holidays, but after living rough these last few years it is a luxury that tempts me to complacency. You must imagine me now a creature of leisure, soaking for hours in steaming, perfumed waters. I will not deny it or try to dissuade you from the notion: imagine it. Embellish, if you feel the need.)
As for whether you might stay, I suppose it will depend upon the quality of the furs, and how long you wait to deliver them. Wait too long and the chill might have passed altogether and then I will have no need of either, though you know your company would be welcomed in any season.
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