This was a rather delightful day for the Ambassador Divos Incantates, a man who in his 40s on the best of days looked 45, and who now had a frightful affliction and glanced over his shoulder as if something were to get him the moment he let the dark creep in too long. With a ill-adjusted powdered wig, a cravat tied up to the base of his chin (not that it did anything to hide the frightful swords in his throat) and the technicolor eyes of damnation locked onto his companion, it was rather amazing that the words that spilled from Divos' lips were... pleasant.
Well, pleasant to him. The brilliant thing about Divos Incantates was that he had absolutely no idea that he was boring his companion to absolute pieces, and in fact his voice lit up with emotion that he had dared not feel for a year. That emotion was about paperwork, yes, but it was emotion that was not dread or the creeping, absolute horror collapsing his throat. Hell, even the current political climate was something of a fretful affair for Divos-- after all, if anyone but Guro won, well....
Divos did not realize how off-topic he had gotten until his companion reminded him with delicacy. It fit her mood and manners, the airy space around them. Divos felt a little cramped in the chair, long legs buckled awkwardly beneath him, and there was no erasing the nervous tic that was touching the swords lodged in his throat. He did not realize what a ghastly sight he made until he caught his own reflection in the tea, and hastily talked of paperwork. The fact that the young lady graced his presence with her manners touched him-- he almost felt... normal. It was only right to give her attention.
"What must be done," Divos repeated, and the man became rather pedantic, holding his Earl Grey tea close to his chest as he gazed once out the window. He let his companion speak, watching her curiously and offering a small smile, a polite dip of his head to the mention of her house. There was a twitch as he caught her gaze across his markings, glowing and pulsing as they did, and he tried to smooth it over with gloved hands.
"The Magocracy will absolutely make it worth the while of House Andraste for working in its best interest," Divos said, "But, as you so mentioned, this affair only works if the Witchfinder Miriam is no longer given a platform." Here, Divos frowned. "I have tried to contact my network, but I do believe the recent attack of the Archmage has rather... ruined some of the routes once used to deliver missives. It truly dawns as the brightest futures of both Ivras and Siregal if the Witchfinder was not elected. The nation is young and hungry." Divos spread his hands. "I am but a humble servant to their wants and whims. They wish to feast, and Siregal has starved for too long."
Speaking of feasts, Divos touched the menu before him. "We should order food before we discuss a way to deplatform Miriam. It is in our collected best wishes to get Enchanter Guro elected, but I honestly feel as if I am running out of ideas. Maybe food will stimulate the mental facilities as much as the appetite. Is there anything you recommend here?"
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