At least there aren't complaints. It rankles some to keep restricting Manfred as the spirit wishes to explore and learn and is harmless, but there's a significant lack of understanding or acceptance of beings considered abnormal outside of Nevarra.
"Do you think that's something likely to happen, getting used to his presence?" This is not a city-state known for adapting.
This is not a question Benedict ever thought he'd need to answer, and if one squints, one can almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tries to devise a diplomatic response.
"...if," he says weakly, "...he's... witnessed enough in the right light?" Manfred needs positive PR.
Witnessed enough in the right light. Emmrich mulls that over, glancing to the side where Manfred would have been, if this had been Nevarra. The absence, the way he often has to leave Manfred in their room, feels tangible.
"Assisting publicly, then? Are there public-facing projects the Riftwatch takes on?" He expects to have a very full schedule, which means this might be difficult, but it's for Manfred. He'll do a great deal for Manfred.
"Keep-- keep him in the Gallows for now, maybe," Benedict stammers, realizing in the moment that this is, perhaps, over his pay grade. He pauses, takes a breath, writes a note.
"Let me look into it." A polite little smile, slightly apologetic, up at Emmrich.
There's a flicker of disappointment over his features before he's quickly covered that up. The prejudice against those not alive is deep-rooted outside of Nevarra and while it is unfair, much of life is.
"Thank you, Officer Artemaeus. Is there anything else that we should go over?" Onboarding had been quite casual thus far. He didn't know if it meant Riftwatch was verging on desperate, or if it was simply rather accepting, or both.
Recognizing the concern, Benedict gives a little toss of his head in the negative. "No, it's-- some new arrivals don't have combat experience. Especially Rifters. But no one's sent into the field without the equipment they need."
He smiles pleasantly, tapping his board with the quill, "that's why we ask."
Emmrich relaxes, nodding. "Good. Quite good. I am still learning how Riftwatch is organized." Or not, depending. But someone meeting him with an entire agenda to go through to make sure he's fitting in here is promising.
"Cheeses and fruits," he answers, surprised and a little delighted by being asked. "I don't eat meat, but otherwise I'm not generally picky. What of you?"
He has no official reason to ask, but he can be friendly.
Benedict's eyebrows lift in mild surprise as he writes: doesn't eat meat. It's not unheard of, naturally, but still he's glad he asked.
"Oh-- pastries, probably. North Tevinter. It's hard to lose your taste for them." He smiles, a bit sheepishly. "--anyway, we'll make sure you're decently provisioned on missions and the like."
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Manfred. There's the tension, and though Benedict continues to smile, there's a tautness at the corners of his eyes.
"None that I've heard," he admits, "though I think he will be something of," a long pause, "an acquired..." Taste? He's a skeleton.
"...you may want to limit his range to the Gallows until civilians have had a chance to get used to his presence."
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"Do you think that's something likely to happen, getting used to his presence?" This is not a city-state known for adapting.
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"...if," he says weakly, "...he's... witnessed enough in the right light?" Manfred needs positive PR.
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"Assisting publicly, then? Are there public-facing projects the Riftwatch takes on?" He expects to have a very full schedule, which means this might be difficult, but it's for Manfred. He'll do a great deal for Manfred.
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"Let me look into it." A polite little smile, slightly apologetic, up at Emmrich.
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"Thank you, Officer Artemaeus. Is there anything else that we should go over?" Onboarding had been quite casual thus far. He didn't know if it meant Riftwatch was verging on desperate, or if it was simply rather accepting, or both.
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"Do you have everything you need? Supplies, living necessities, armor that fits?"
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"Are there some without armor that fits? Are they being sent into danger without it?"
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"No, it's-- some new arrivals don't have combat experience. Especially Rifters. But no one's sent into the field without the equipment they need."
He smiles pleasantly, tapping his board with the quill, "that's why we ask."
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"What else can I answer for you?"
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"favorite foods?"
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He has no official reason to ask, but he can be friendly.
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"Oh-- pastries, probably. North Tevinter. It's hard to lose your taste for them." He smiles, a bit sheepishly. "--anyway, we'll make sure you're decently provisioned on missions and the like."