#[ which-- on that note. i went with your inq verse! i hope that's okay. just easier than rook. ]

[iniziare]

The wine in his glass caught the light just so, that an amber gleam reflected off its crystal, a smile sharpening amidst a countenance. "I must admit, Inquisitor, your name is a marvel. Aristide de Tellier." What was worse, that if not for the chosen theatrics, his pronunciation might not have been too far off at all, or that he even managed to recall anything in the blasted language to commence with? "It sounds like something one might sigh dramatically on stage before expiring from utter heartbreak. A far cry from the sharp consonants, and sprawling syllables that us Tevinters favor. Say what you will about our faults — for there are many — but at least we're spared the agony of Orlesian theatrics."

Amusement sparkled in the grey of his eyes, permitting the words to claim and hang in the air for a moment longer than what many might consider polite. "No offense, of course. You're clearly the exception— though I suspect you'd wear a mask well, given the right occasion."

Starter call: Dorian // @deathwalkerr