The intrigue is sometimes found in whose body is left upon which doorstep. For most though death is just a motivational factor, either towards or against it.
We can save holding hands and frolicking until we both get what we want. I noticed you haven’t even asked what my price is, by the way. Treasury that bad off these days?
I hear a lot of rumors, Lantsov. True ones, false ones, most in the middle. They’re never as interesting as who’s blowing their wind and in which direction. Good luck fanning any of them up my skirt, though.
i wouldn't call myself a religious man, but have you never wondered what comes after?
our coffers are overflowing. there's almost no need to count.
there might be proof of one of my pesky rumors in the box. which is why i need your discretion, because everyone else would tell me to cast it into the fire or the sea. they're not particularly picky which one, as long as it never returns to tarnish my good name.
I can’t say I never have, but there never seemed a point in devoting much time to wondering if anything came after.
I’ve known many well-off people. When they have something, even more than enough of it, they usually still want to know how much they’ll need to then part with. Wealth begets more greed rather than generosity.
If they heard the stories about your poetry attempts they might question your good name, already. My services can be discreet though, unless given a reason otherwise. I’m not out to out you, believe it or not. I’d want to know for certain if the proof exists or not, If I was you.
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a little pointlessness has never stopped a wandering mind. i'm afraid all the talk of our ravkan saints might be getting to me. i dream of meeting them for tea.
is that where i went wrong? not greedy enough? i never said what our coffers were overflowing with. you got quite the hefty payment last time. you can't possibly have spent it all.
i know for certain it exists. i just don't believe the proof deserves to be punished for the crime of my birth.
A saint is just a person with a large audience for their parlor tricks. The influence they wield may be worth noting but their existence is nothing worth falling to one’s knees over in my opinion.
I thought as much. Also, my time and value hasn’t diminished based upon my previous payout.
And what do you think will happen once you grant it your pardon?
were it your country in peril and you wore the crown, you might be surprised at what you'd fall to your knees over. miss starkov didn't win that cold, black heart of yours?
you'll have what you ask for. conveniently for me, you haven't asked for anything.
i'd lose my crown. the proof would likely be hanged. so naturally, it can't come to that. i look so good in lantsov blue, it would be criminal in itself to deprive the people of this view. moreover, my face is already on the money. imagine the costs incurred.
Responsibilities don’t begin and end with those wearing a crown. I like Alina fine as a person. I’ve no inclination to worship her as a saint.
I’d think you’d worry more if it was left as an open offer of you in my debt. Though the favor of a king is only as good as he’s still in fashion, so better off to settle the score now just in case. The gold can be set at the same price as last time, since you’ve said once more Ravka’s fate is in the balance. I might also need your ship to make a detour after I’ve assisted you on its way to dropping me back off at Kerch.
Perhaps it would cost less if they just put mustaches on all the coins to disguise your features. No, I meant what’s your plan for avoiding that outcome. Once your package to the past is opened.
she never really liked the worshiping bit. i find it's those least deserving who take a shine to it.
luckily for you, i never go out of style. did i say ravka's fate hangs in the balance? it sounds like an exaggeration. but you'll have your gold, and you're welcome to the use of my beloved ship. well, sturmhond's ship. the crew will take you where you need to go, as long as it doesn't lead to certain doom. does it?
i'll have a mock-up drafted. my plan for avoiding that outcome is that you don't tell anyone about the contents of the box. my urgent business with you will make no mention of a personal package that likely contains useless sentiment. i want it all the same. now do you see why i need your discretion and no one else's? general nazyalensky could likely destroy it, which is the smartest course of action in this scenario. she's the strongest grisha i know. i simply don't want the thing destroyed.
Not to start the world ending, but I actually agree with you on that one. Though I don’t think anyone really deserves it. Those that enjoy it though are more suspect.
Certainly not my doom. Your ship and crew should be fine.
I’m starting to gather you might want my discretion. I’ve no reason to share your secret, Lantsov. Other than you later on giving me one, I imagine you’re safe in that regard.
i have a horse named punchline. he's a little piebald pony with crooked ears. he deserves it.
should be or will be?
you're not an easy man to trust, brekker. i like to see the good in people, but i also know when i'm being willfully foolish about something. this is one of those situations when i'm choosing to be the fool. and trusting you isn't even the worst decision i'm making.
or just because he has the delightfully steady disposition of a lump of rock. it's nice to have something reliable around the palace.
oh, is that the reason? luckily for us all, i value remaining alive to see another joyous day over keeping my pride.
now who's the poet? you should put down your businessman license and pursue other avenues more suited to your artistic soul. do you think this risk is worth the reward? be honest now.
Can’t even count on your kitchens to produce a good meal? Or are you too afraid of poisoning?
It’s certainly what came first to mind. I’d rather not have to swim back to Ketterdam or buy passage on another ship.
And put all that diligent time spent gathering [sometimes forged] licenses to waste? Hardly.
Honestly? I don’t know enough about what this crime in the box is, or how you plan to keep it secret once opened, to make that call. I do know though that when personal affairs get involved, the bleeding over tends to leave stains.
not at all. my brother tried to poison me when i was twelve, so it lost its novelty for me at a young age. the saints rest his soul.
it would be quite the long swim. no ship will take you if you sink mine. good thing we both agree that you won't.
the only reward that might come out of this is that i get to know a little more of a man i've spent the whole of my life wondering about. if everyone already believes me a bastard, then what really changes? you get richer. i, hopefully, get some answers. that's all.
you'll have to stay and burn the evidence after i'm done with it. i can't be trusted to, so i need someone impartial and motivated solely by financial gain.
Then there’s another thing you can count on aside from your pony.
You underestimate my skills of persuasion. I’ve no interest in going through the effort of acquiring another ship though, so your crew shall be fine.
Whether people believe you a bastard or not matters less than how you use their perception either way. If it’s the truth that matters to you, then yes, that’s a different story.
I’ll be certain to add on an incineration tax to the final tally.
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We can save holding hands and frolicking until we both get what we want. I noticed you haven’t even asked what my price is, by the way. Treasury that bad off these days?
I hear a lot of rumors, Lantsov. True ones, false ones, most in the middle. They’re never as interesting as who’s blowing their wind and in which direction. Good luck fanning any of them up my skirt, though.
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our coffers are overflowing. there's almost no need to count.
there might be proof of one of my pesky rumors in the box. which is why i need your discretion, because everyone else would tell me to cast it into the fire or the sea. they're not particularly picky which one, as long as it never returns to tarnish my good name.
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I’ve known many well-off people. When they have something, even more than enough of it, they usually still want to know how much they’ll need to then part with. Wealth begets more greed rather than generosity.
If they heard the stories about your poetry attempts they might question your good name, already. My services can be discreet though, unless given a reason otherwise. I’m not out to out you, believe it or not. I’d want to know for certain if the proof exists or not, If I was you.
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is that where i went wrong? not greedy enough? i never said what our coffers were overflowing with. you got quite the hefty payment last time. you can't possibly have spent it all.
i know for certain it exists. i just don't believe the proof deserves to be punished for the crime of my birth.
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I thought as much. Also, my time and value hasn’t diminished based upon my previous payout.
And what do you think will happen once you grant it your pardon?
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you'll have what you ask for. conveniently for me, you haven't asked for anything.
i'd lose my crown. the proof would likely be hanged. so naturally, it can't come to that. i look so good in lantsov blue, it would be criminal in itself to deprive the people of this view. moreover, my face is already on the money. imagine the costs incurred.
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I’d think you’d worry more if it was left as an open offer of you in my debt. Though the favor of a king is only as good as he’s still in fashion, so better off to settle the score now just in case. The gold can be set at the same price as last time, since you’ve said once more Ravka’s fate is in the balance. I might also need your ship to make a detour after I’ve assisted you on its way to dropping me back off at Kerch.
Perhaps it would cost less if they just put mustaches on all the coins to disguise your features. No, I meant what’s your plan for avoiding that outcome. Once your package to the past is opened.
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luckily for you, i never go out of style. did i say ravka's fate hangs in the balance? it sounds like an exaggeration. but you'll have your gold, and you're welcome to the use of my beloved ship. well, sturmhond's ship. the crew will take you where you need to go, as long as it doesn't lead to certain doom. does it?
i'll have a mock-up drafted. my plan for avoiding that outcome is that you don't tell anyone about the contents of the box. my urgent business with you will make no mention of a personal package that likely contains useless sentiment. i want it all the same. now do you see why i need your discretion and no one else's? general nazyalensky could likely destroy it, which is the smartest course of action in this scenario. she's the strongest grisha i know. i simply don't want the thing destroyed.
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Certainly not my doom. Your ship and crew should be fine.
I’m starting to gather you might want my discretion. I’ve no reason to share your secret, Lantsov. Other than you later on giving me one, I imagine you’re safe in that regard.
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should be or will be?
you're not an easy man to trust, brekker. i like to see the good in people, but i also know when i'm being willfully foolish about something. this is one of those situations when i'm choosing to be the fool. and trusting you isn't even the worst decision i'm making.
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I’ll protect your crew while they’re with me. After all, I need them to get me back to Ketterdam after.
What is life if not calculating risks versus the rewards?
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oh, is that the reason? luckily for us all, i value remaining alive to see another joyous day over keeping my pride.
now who's the poet? you should put down your businessman license and pursue other avenues more suited to your artistic soul. do you think this risk is worth the reward? be honest now.
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It’s certainly what came first to mind. I’d rather not have to swim back to Ketterdam or buy passage on another ship.
And put all that diligent time spent gathering [sometimes forged] licenses to waste? Hardly.
Honestly? I don’t know enough about what this crime in the box is, or how you plan to keep it secret once opened, to make that call. I do know though that when personal affairs get involved, the bleeding over tends to leave stains.
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it would be quite the long swim. no ship will take you if you sink mine. good thing we both agree that you won't.
the only reward that might come out of this is that i get to know a little more of a man i've spent the whole of my life wondering about. if everyone already believes me a bastard, then what really changes? you get richer. i, hopefully, get some answers. that's all.
you'll have to stay and burn the evidence after i'm done with it. i can't be trusted to, so i need someone impartial and motivated solely by financial gain.
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You underestimate my skills of persuasion. I’ve no interest in going through the effort of acquiring another ship though, so your crew shall be fine.
Whether people believe you a bastard or not matters less than how you use their perception either way. If it’s the truth that matters to you, then yes, that’s a different story.
I’ll be certain to add on an incineration tax to the final tally.