"Not the livestock. Just the shepherds," is, all things considered, a remarkably minor quibble. The sharp point of Flint's retention relents a little; he goes so far as to settle back into his chair.
"But yes. You're to go there to track and kill whatever is responsible for the attacks. And I would prefer"—not to put too fine a point on it, but—"That we not inflame some old border dispute in the process."
Edgard nods slowly. He isn't interested in causing more problems in Orlais either. He bites his lip, thinking. The last time he was sent out to go after something causing problems it turned out to be people.
"Then you are to measure which is the least invasive solution between apprehending the murderer and returning them to the nearest magistrate, or seeing justice done somewhere quietly where no one will know the difference. Your purpose there is to restore order and preserve whatever measure of peace can be."
Simple in summary; likely complicated in practice. Let's hope for big wolf.
Flint motions to the copied map and the pages with it.
"You'll find everything you might need for reference there. The letter should direct you to the proper people in Le Bord. Choose one or two members of the company to take with you; if they're not in the division, I expect you will submit the request to the relevant office."
For a moment, that hand receives the blankest of blank looks. And then with a labored air, Flint peels himself far enough forward out of the chair to accept it. He gives him a firm handshake.
"I expect a report of some kind when you return." He nods to the door beyond Edgard's shoulder. "You're dismissed."
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"But yes. You're to go there to track and kill whatever is responsible for the attacks. And I would prefer"—not to put too fine a point on it, but—"That we not inflame some old border dispute in the process."
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"And if it is Nevarrans trying to get land?"
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Simple in summary; likely complicated in practice. Let's hope for big wolf.
Flint motions to the copied map and the pages with it.
"You'll find everything you might need for reference there. The letter should direct you to the proper people in Le Bord. Choose one or two members of the company to take with you; if they're not in the division, I expect you will submit the request to the relevant office."
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"Alright." He huffs out.
He stands to go and then pauses awkwardly for a moment crouched halfway between a sit and a stand. He holds out his hand to Flint.
He gnaws on his lip a little while he waits. This is what he's supposed to do, right?
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"I expect a report of some kind when you return." He nods to the door beyond Edgard's shoulder. "You're dismissed."