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It was just as he expected. As his hears listened to the polite beckoning for his to stay he knew that an impending victory was at hand. A victory small perhaps and oh-so-insignificant in the wider scheme of things, however he could not help his glimmer of a smile to betray the joy with which he relaxed back into his seat. Se sweet were her words to his ears.
"My opinion tells me Caridan," she spoke. "No time was wasted when you have given a color to my interests. I would rather say, you opened yourself an opportunity just from patronizing the phrasing of what your skills are."
An opportunity eh? He thought to himself as he patiently listened to Andariel Lazarin's small speech. She did talk a lot in fact, but he didn't mind. The more she did the more her mind was likely to affirm in her convictions upon his subject, thus the less talking he would have to do and that was simply a conservation of effort which could well be spent on other things. He had a basic understanding of the human mind, revelling in the uncommon science - which it was in his eyes - of psychology; written about by only the most radical of authors. And with this knowledge he leaned back in his chair, cocking his head to the side slightly, twiddling his fingers.
Caridan watched her slide off on a tangent within her speech, though somehow sensing that such was the prerequisite to a very fortunate outcome. The longer he had spent in her presence the more predictable she had become somewhat oddly. Perhaps he'd be quick to judge the entirety of the upper class by her standards - all who clearly pass no opportunity to assimilate anyone with talent into their circle of influence. After all influence in Ravok meant power.
"But when people work for others who are filled with success and prestige, those things might be inherited to them. They will receive status, recognition, appreciation or anything which is more than just three silver coins." she added, looking to him as he did to her.
But people of prestige in this city are born into it. There is no success in such prestige when the role befitting you in this world had been simply given to you. Is this worthy satisfaction? pondered Caridan as he calculated her words within the depths of his mind. But rightly it seems he chose not to give voice to his thoughts. Instead he deemed the dilemma insignificant. It mattered not whom he worked for as long as there was food on his table and plenty of coin spare for the indulgent delights of art, poetry and theatre. And of course there must be enough coin for some of his more malevolent hobbies.
"This opportunity I'm conversing about is a way to work alongside with me. It wouldn't be for me but for us...for all of us. I still do not know what your true skills are, whether you are telling me lies or not but I can see you have some potential for a normal citizen."
At these words he angled his brow a little, wondering just how many people resided in her head for her to use the words "...all of us." It was quite the entertaining thought which sent glimmer of glee though his eyes.
"Herbal medicine is my speciality." he spoke alas after a prolonged pause which, besides the cacophonous jitter of a servant who had clumsily knocked something over in the hassle of their work, was otherwise filled with stares. Then he added."I'd never lie to you. What purpose would that serve?"
Caridan crossed one leg over the other in a manner of slight self confidence, hoping that his relaxed demeanour would inspire at least some relaxation within the Lazarin woman who clearly lacked the abundance of such. But his lips spoke business now. "What exactly would such an offer entail, of I may ask?" Though his mind was already made - He would accept it and perhaps charm her whilst at it - it was foolish to accept something without knowing it's nature. His words however had another intent. For Caridan it was essential to hold all the cards, always having the upper hand. Though any man who lacked the kind of arrogance he possessed would be on his knees by now, kissing the lady's feet in thankfulness; Caridan himself wouldn't stoop to such things. He'd make her work for having the likes of his in her employ purely to see whether she in fact was worthy.
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It was just as he expected. As his hears listened to the polite beckoning for his to stay he knew that an impending victory was at hand. A victory small perhaps and oh-so-insignificant in the wider scheme of things, however he could not help his glimmer of a smile to betray the joy with which he relaxed back into his seat. Se sweet were her words to his ears.
"My opinion tells me Caridan," she spoke. "No time was wasted when you have given a color to my interests. I would rather say, you opened yourself an opportunity just from patronizing the phrasing of what your skills are."
An opportunity eh? He thought to himself as he patiently listened to Andariel Lazarin's small speech. She did talk a lot in fact, but he didn't mind. The more she did the more her mind was likely to affirm in her convictions upon his subject, thus the less talking he would have to do and that was simply a conservation of effort which could well be spent on other things. He had a basic understanding of the human mind, revelling in the uncommon science - which it was in his eyes - of psychology; written about by only the most radical of authors. And with this knowledge he leaned back in his chair, cocking his head to the side slightly, twiddling his fingers.
Caridan watched her slide off on a tangent within her speech, though somehow sensing that such was the prerequisite to a very fortunate outcome. The longer he had spent in her presence the more predictable she had become somewhat oddly. Perhaps he'd be quick to judge the entirety of the upper class by her standards - all who clearly pass no opportunity to assimilate anyone with talent into their circle of influence. After all influence in Ravok meant power.
"But when people work for others who are filled with success and prestige, those things might be inherited to them. They will receive status, recognition, appreciation or anything which is more than just three silver coins." she added, looking to him as he did to her.
But people of prestige in this city are born into it. There is no success in such prestige when the role befitting you in this world had been simply given to you. Is this worthy satisfaction? pondered Caridan as he calculated her words within the depths of his mind. But rightly it seems he chose not to give voice to his thoughts. Instead he deemed the dilemma insignificant. It mattered not whom he worked for as long as there was food on his table and plenty of coin spare for the indulgent delights of art, poetry and theatre. And of course there must be enough coin for some of his more malevolent hobbies.
"This opportunity I'm conversing about is a way to work alongside with me. It wouldn't be for me but for us...for all of us. I still do not know what your true skills are, whether you are telling me lies or not but I can see you have some potential for a normal citizen."
At these words he angled his brow a little, wondering just how many people resided in her head for her to use the words "...all of us." It was quite the entertaining thought which sent glimmer of glee though his eyes.
"Herbal medicine is my speciality." he spoke alas after a prolonged pause which, besides the cacophonous jitter of a servant who had clumsily knocked something over in the hassle of their work, was otherwise filled with stares. Then he added."I'd never lie to you. What purpose would that serve?"
Caridan crossed one leg over the other in a manner of slight self confidence, hoping that his relaxed demeanour would inspire at least some relaxation within the Lazarin woman who clearly lacked the abundance of such. But his lips spoke business now. "What exactly would such an offer entail, of I may ask?" Though his mind was already made - He would accept it and perhaps charm her whilst at it - it was foolish to accept something without knowing it's nature. His words however had another intent. For Caridan it was essential to hold all the cards, always having the upper hand. Though any man who lacked the kind of arrogance he possessed would be on his knees by now, kissing the lady's feet in thankfulness; Caridan himself wouldn't stoop to such things. He'd make her work for having the likes of his in her employ purely to see whether she in fact was worthy.
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