"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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"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."