An Heir Walks into the Club, No That's Not How That Goes...

Old Ser Rodger, I remember him, back before I transitioned, he was my first instructor, it's good that you've been under his tutelage though, it helps me understand how much of a fight I'm getting myself in for! She laughed as she filled their glasses once again, smirking over at the sulking man across the room. She was certain that later she would be in a world of trouble for being so blatantly rude to her brother in law, but that was her prerogative at the moment, she liked pushing his buttons, especially since her daughter had started to call him "unka". Only so many insults a woman could take to her pride before everything seemed to fall apart around her.

Restricted? How's restricted it? And how difficult is it to gain permission, get me a list of people who I need to go speak with, I'll be heading to the Palace soon enough to talk to the Archon about.. the rights of people like myself, and how to better accommodate our place in society, so if there's someone I need to speak to while I'm there, I can accomplish the both in the same visit. As for weapons.. let me see if I can work on the scowler over there at dinner one evening. Maybe the suggestion that his charge would be better prepared not by him glaring at her all day long, but by having regular lessons appropriately more often.

It would be a hard sell to Malik, Kaczor knew, and there would be the questions of why she suddenly had such a vested interest in Salvo, but the truth was Kaczor needed a friend, and while Salvo was young, she was still someone who knew what it was like to be part of the machine that was Tevinter's elite. She stuck her hand out for the gesture, a quick up and down, before Kaczor drew Seraphine's hand over and placed a chaste kiss on Seraphine's thumb. My word as oath to you. The added made to enrage her brother-in-law as much as possible, but also because it was a formal agreement, and one that Kaczor took seriously. Mostly to annoy Malik though.

@Seraphine Salvo