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It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Masterpost for Dragon Age Veilguard AU overflow + psls

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coldjustice

[ somewhat shockingly, the pair listens to the soporati talk, though they retain their aloof expressions. ]

Well, if it makes you feel any better, [ the lady says, her eyes glancing towards one of the side doors, ] they haven't told any of us much about what to expect tonight.

[ her companion slips an arm around her waist. possessively? no. to guide her away. likely so she'll stop flirting with jim and possibly to stop her from saying more. ] They have told us enough, my dear. It's a celebration, after all. Wouldn't want to spoil the surprise.

The surprise, dear is just what kind of relic is being presented. We all know that it must be something important or we wouldn't be here. A godly gift, perhaps?

[ the soft purr on the word "gift" at least brings a smile to the lord's face. something to note there. the lord might have a similar "gift" presented from her or he might have presented one to another himself. ]

Very much so. Now, come along. We wouldn't want to take up all of the lady's time.

[ the hand on her waist tightens and the pair heads off, but not before the lady gives jim another approving look-over. ] If you ever get tired of your plaything, I'd be happy to take him off your hands.

I won't, [ neve responds immediately. ] But it's cute that you think you have a chance.

[ the lady huffs, but says nothing in response. neve notes the pair as two to keep an eye and ear on later, turning to find another lead —

— and suddenly catching the eye of one of the elven servants across the room. a slave, more likely, someone with good reason to want to disrupt things or escape. the slave boy watches her for a moment before ducking through a doorway with the air of someone who wants one person to notice but not the whole party.

neve doesn't immediately respond, her eyes flitting around the room for a few moments longer to keep up appearances. she turns to face jim, leaning in against his ear with her hands high on his chest, on the pretense of adjusting his clothes — she has to be the model of a patron, after all. this is easy enough to pass off as gossiping about the pair they just parted from.

even though this time it's not. ]

We're headed across the room. Look casual. Elven slave caught my eye intentionally and disappeared. I want to know why.

[ and if they can free a slave during all this or maybe after? that will be a win, too. ]

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smartass_captain

[It's physically painful to keep up his eager smile, forcing himself to look a little excited even, when his skin is crawling. Everything from their tones to their gazes to the mask-off intent only those who believe they are in like company with an excuse to be their worst sets him on edge.

Was a time long, Long ago he would have avoided people like this. Killed them with kindness and a well placed rumor if he had to engage at all. Playing a part he's long since left behind is difficult enough Without having to do it in a den full of Venatori.]

Why do I feel like I just narrowly avoided being Eaten?

[Jim grumbles around grit teeth. His smile turns even more into a forced grimace for half a moment but then he's breathing deep and settling his expression once more.]

Rather talk to the slaves any day of the week. Lead on.

[A conversation and maybe breaking some slaves out of this shithole? It'd be a silver lining in this supremely shit day and plan.

[It's a solid plan even, Jim just hates everything about it.]

This way. Make it look like we're watching and judging those on the ballroom floor while we stroll past.