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[closerift]

" this is cecily trevelyan of the inquisition.
i cannot be reached at the moment, but if you leave your information i will reply quick as i can. "

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[hotspurred]

The bar, unless you have any objections?

[closerift]

I could never object to one of my favorite places. I'll see you soon.

action or log?

[hotspurred]

[Dorian's best friend indeed. There's a trace of amusement in his tone.]

'Til then.

action!

[closerift]

[ Cecily is there when he arrives, a glass of wine, dark and red, clutched between fingers. ]

What's your poison? [ The Inquisitor asks airily. ]

[hotspurred]

Wine also. [Henry says, with a brief glance at Cecily's glass.] Gascon — or what passes for it here.

[He gestures to the bartender, indicating his selection, then takes a seat.]

[closerift]

Excellent. [ Her smile increases at the response and she makes room for him next to her. ] A man after my own heart.

[ Really, everyone should drink wine. It's The Best. ]

Were you ever in our part of the - ah, universe, then you ought to see the Inquisition's wine cellar. It's truly a marvel.

[hotspurred]

What more incentive does one need?

[Henry replies, with a smile of his own. Coming from a prominent noble family he can truly appreciate the value of an impressive wine cellar.]

I remember something about paying tribute in Tevene wine.

[closerift]

Ah, yes, well... Dorian may or may not have asked for as much.

[ Dorian and Cecily have a love for wine in common. ]

He was - is - much more knowledgeable about it all, though. I'm just a simple lover of the stuff.

this is the oldest backtag, so honestly don't feel obligated to continue

[hotspurred]

There is no shame in that.

[Henry may have a certain refinement of taste, but he also has limited patience for pretentiousness: serve the best wine, but do not brag that you are.]

A point comes at which eminence transforms into a mockery of itself. Dorian possessed wit enough to avoid leaving that impression. Despite seeming... particular.

[He's curious about was Cecily has to say about that; he does not know how deeply that ran, or how much was merely a facade.]

no worries!!

[closerift]

Oh, don't worry; I have no shame. [ That much is obvious, at least to her. She chuckles once, crossing and uncrossing her legs, listening. ]

Particular? [ That makes her laugh. ] He might take offense to that, depending on how you mean it. In his tastes, or...?

[hotspurred]

[Amusement curls the corners of Henry's mouth as he answers:]

About his clothes, certainly.

[It probably didn't help that he had an unwitting habit of dirtying them.]

[closerift]

Ah ha. [ "Certainly" indeed. ] You know him so well.

[ To be fair, it wouldn't take much to know that the mage had cared about his appearances. ]

[hotspurred]

Strangely, I think it was only those occasions on which we were drinking that his clothes survived unscathed.

[Speaking of knowing Dorian well...

Henry sets his drink down, and levels Cecily with an expectant look.]

You promised me tales.

want to handwave?

[closerift]

Oh? [ She quirks a brow. ] Do you mean that when you weren't drinking, something happened to his clothes?

[ huehuihuehuehe ]

Mm, and I shall deliver. I have more than enough of them from my own experiences with our Tevene friend.

works for me!

[hotspurred]

'Twas perfectly innocent. [Ash and monster viscera, mud, his own blood... the usual suspects.] ...Admittedly due to timing.

[It's true that he had a thing for Dorian, but with Iamarl's death so recent at the time and never having had the chance to grieve her before he found himself in Hadriel... well. It was definitely for the best.]

Go on.

[Cecily has a rapt audience in Henry.]