Gogonji adjusted his smoky goggles as he looked at his strange drinking partner, mostly giving the impression that he was looking the gentleman over in an attempt to place who he was. Not that he didn't know fairly well who it was - given his discrete tracking of Rosewater's old position and the organization as a whole ever since the Hyur's... removal... from his station. He had to be certain that there wouldn't be a round two, or at least make some assurances that he'd be well-informed on the matter should such things arise. But as Tmesis Oan, the rather bookish purveyor of knowledge who had been misappropriated by the mercenary group Khamja...?
"Hm, given the... demeanor and appearance - along with your mention of your government salary - I'd venture to assume one of the Sultansworn, perhaps?" he murmured thoughtfully as he took up the teacup and turned it about in his hands. "Perhaps the replacement of that Rosewater fellow Annunu was aiding? I did hear he was removed from his position for corruption. Dreadful thing, that."
He turned the teacup about in his gloves hands, letting his hidden violet gaze seemingly drop down to its contents. Those mirrorlike orbs remained affixed on the Roegadyn, however, as he continued to seek to read and evaluate this man. Gogonji was well-aware of the Gilded Knuckle and its reputation, hence the robed garb he had taken up for his meeting here to provide at least some manner of anonymity. For one of the Sultana's black ops men to come here so openly and undisguised was either a sign of confidence in his own position or foolishness. Considering the massive thorn Rosewater had been, the Lalafell found himself leaning more towards the former.
"Considering our... developing relationship, I felt it... prudent to keep some manner of tabs on the gentleman tasked with overseeing her even as I recovered from that dreadful incident, you see," Tmesis continued idly, as if speaking of the weather. "I actually sought to have him invited to our little soiree at Costa Del Sol to formally announce our... joined venture, wherein I learned of his dismissal. Of course, his name was... removed from the guest list as soon as I learned such. Perhaps I should have had it forwarded to you instead?"
All truths, to some degree. Gogonji had purposely made a show of seeking to invite the troublesome Sultansworn, knowing full well that the invitation would never make it to its intended user. There obviously was no public bad feelings between Rosewater and An, his review merely being part of the judgment passed on the Cherry Blossom Socialite along with the hefty fine and the rest of the story left omitted and otherwise obscured. To further cement this "goodwill" facade, the Doman had drawn up the invitation and sent it out with the rest of them. Perhaps the Roegadyn already had it on his person, snatched up from Rosewater's mailbox or even intercepted en route to it.
"Though I must admit, I'm at a bit of a loss," Tmesis looked up from his tea more visibly now. "You know of my name, yet I do not know yours. You seem of Sea Wolf stock, so I apologize in advance if I... stumble a little over the pronunciation of your name."
"Hm, given the... demeanor and appearance - along with your mention of your government salary - I'd venture to assume one of the Sultansworn, perhaps?" he murmured thoughtfully as he took up the teacup and turned it about in his hands. "Perhaps the replacement of that Rosewater fellow Annunu was aiding? I did hear he was removed from his position for corruption. Dreadful thing, that."
He turned the teacup about in his gloves hands, letting his hidden violet gaze seemingly drop down to its contents. Those mirrorlike orbs remained affixed on the Roegadyn, however, as he continued to seek to read and evaluate this man. Gogonji was well-aware of the Gilded Knuckle and its reputation, hence the robed garb he had taken up for his meeting here to provide at least some manner of anonymity. For one of the Sultana's black ops men to come here so openly and undisguised was either a sign of confidence in his own position or foolishness. Considering the massive thorn Rosewater had been, the Lalafell found himself leaning more towards the former.
"Considering our... developing relationship, I felt it... prudent to keep some manner of tabs on the gentleman tasked with overseeing her even as I recovered from that dreadful incident, you see," Tmesis continued idly, as if speaking of the weather. "I actually sought to have him invited to our little soiree at Costa Del Sol to formally announce our... joined venture, wherein I learned of his dismissal. Of course, his name was... removed from the guest list as soon as I learned such. Perhaps I should have had it forwarded to you instead?"
All truths, to some degree. Gogonji had purposely made a show of seeking to invite the troublesome Sultansworn, knowing full well that the invitation would never make it to its intended user. There obviously was no public bad feelings between Rosewater and An, his review merely being part of the judgment passed on the Cherry Blossom Socialite along with the hefty fine and the rest of the story left omitted and otherwise obscured. To further cement this "goodwill" facade, the Doman had drawn up the invitation and sent it out with the rest of them. Perhaps the Roegadyn already had it on his person, snatched up from Rosewater's mailbox or even intercepted en route to it.
"Though I must admit, I'm at a bit of a loss," Tmesis looked up from his tea more visibly now. "You know of my name, yet I do not know yours. You seem of Sea Wolf stock, so I apologize in advance if I... stumble a little over the pronunciation of your name."
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