"I learned long ago that the most unexpected people can have the most interesting information. And that exceedingly well informed people can know nothing at all." She gives a little laugh at that, shaking her head. "But as you say. I'll make sure your kindness is paid in one manner or another."
She used to have the resources to thank people properly. Josephine would make legendary gift baskets. But she was, sadly, deprived of both, here.
When Beleth goes to take the flares, a discerning gnome like Barcus might note that her left hand appears to be made of wood, just a shade off of her skin tone, with carefully carved articulated joints. It seems to cause her no problem as she holds the flares, examining them with an open curiosity. They're more advanced than she is familiar with, but close enough to her knowledge of technology for her to be able to recognize it as technology, instead of dismissing it as an unfamiliar magic.
"You made these? And they burn underwater? That's...incredible. You're truly a well of knowledge, ser." That might have sounded condescending, if she didn't sound so genuine, and so genuinely tempted to start dissecting the flares right there. But she resists, ferreting them away to a pocket.
"I must beg of you one more thing, if you'll indulge me. I'd like to know the name of the man who has been so kind to me, that my partner and I can repay you properly, when we can." She'll have to tell Solas, so he can make a little 'do not betray' note in his diary or something.
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She used to have the resources to thank people properly. Josephine would make legendary gift baskets. But she was, sadly, deprived of both, here.
When Beleth goes to take the flares, a discerning gnome like Barcus might note that her left hand appears to be made of wood, just a shade off of her skin tone, with carefully carved articulated joints. It seems to cause her no problem as she holds the flares, examining them with an open curiosity. They're more advanced than she is familiar with, but close enough to her knowledge of technology for her to be able to recognize it as technology, instead of dismissing it as an unfamiliar magic.
"You made these? And they burn underwater? That's...incredible. You're truly a well of knowledge, ser." That might have sounded condescending, if she didn't sound so genuine, and so genuinely tempted to start dissecting the flares right there. But she resists, ferreting them away to a pocket.
"I must beg of you one more thing, if you'll indulge me. I'd like to know the name of the man who has been so kind to me, that my partner and I can repay you properly, when we can." She'll have to tell Solas, so he can make a little 'do not betray' note in his diary or something.