Well, that was quite the deluge of information from Inessa. This Miqo'te seemed to be quite agitated by the Ala Mhigan refugees outside the walls, and seemed to be forcing her feelings that she should feel sorry for them onto the Judge. He, of course, had said nothing of the sort during their albeit short opening words. The Judge remained silent during her tirade, simply taking another sip of his 2:1 ratio martini. As she brought her own drink to her lips, he set his back down onto the counter.
"RECOMMENDED: SOLUTIONS," he repeated as he clasped his fingers around the stem of his glass. "WHAT WOULD YOU DO?"
The question was neither demanding nor accusatory in tone, simply a thought-provoking and perhaps conversation-leading one. Refugees did what refugees do, and workers do what workers do. A refugee could become a worker, but a worker could just as easily become a refugee. Easier, perhaps.
After all, she had said herself that a lot of the needed work required skill. Skill that the refugees, she had posited, did not possess. So how would a refugee gain the skills needed to obtain work and become a worker? She also posited that they were lazy and cowards, so they obviously could not obtain them on their own. If that was the case, of course, since her damnations seemed rather broad and possibly even unfounded or unwarranted.
However, it was not Jredthys' place to seek to correct her or have her substantiate her claims. He had not been hired to do such things, to mete out his judgment of the refugees and their status. He was simply here to have a drink - as one does in a tavern - and engage in conversation, which one also did in such an establishment. And he was certainly doing both. If he ordered something to eat, he might very well fit the perfect definition of a tavern-goer.
He idly wondered if there was a menu.
"RECOMMENDED: SOLUTIONS," he repeated as he clasped his fingers around the stem of his glass. "WHAT WOULD YOU DO?"
The question was neither demanding nor accusatory in tone, simply a thought-provoking and perhaps conversation-leading one. Refugees did what refugees do, and workers do what workers do. A refugee could become a worker, but a worker could just as easily become a refugee. Easier, perhaps.
After all, she had said herself that a lot of the needed work required skill. Skill that the refugees, she had posited, did not possess. So how would a refugee gain the skills needed to obtain work and become a worker? She also posited that they were lazy and cowards, so they obviously could not obtain them on their own. If that was the case, of course, since her damnations seemed rather broad and possibly even unfounded or unwarranted.
However, it was not Jredthys' place to seek to correct her or have her substantiate her claims. He had not been hired to do such things, to mete out his judgment of the refugees and their status. He was simply here to have a drink - as one does in a tavern - and engage in conversation, which one also did in such an establishment. And he was certainly doing both. If he ordered something to eat, he might very well fit the perfect definition of a tavern-goer.
He idly wondered if there was a menu.
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