*Disgusted Noise* (handofthedivine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-10-22 18:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, cassandra pentaghast, garrett hawke |
"Yes, Mr. Hawke. What do you know of something called 'The Champion?'"
Who: Cassandra and Garrett
What: Cassandra tries to find out more about this 'Champion' from her book
When: a few days ago
Where: Garrett's detective office
Status: complete
Rating: PG
Hawke. The name in the book. She’d had trouble reading it - it wasn’t in English, but she had managed to remember a few words. Names, mostly. People, places. The word for “Champion.”
Her research had led her to one of these Hawkes. A “Garrett” Hawke. Was he the champion? The book had been unclear as to the gender, and no first name had been recorded.
So she walked into the little office.
Garrett happened to walk into the main area of the office at that moment. He grinned. “Hello, can I help you with something?” He was still amused that most of his clients tended to be women.
She looked him over, assessing him. His look, his strength. He was incredibly rugged and attractive. Cassandra was picky with lovers. She'd pick him.
"Garrett Hawke?" the Spaniard asked.
“At your service,” he replied. “Is there...anything specific you wanted to discuss?”
Cassandra folded her hands behind her back, eyeing him evenly, and with the air of a woman used to interrogation, asked, "Yes, Mr. Hawke. What do you know of something called 'The Champion?'"
He tilted his head slightly. “The term seems...vaguely familiar.” The pauncy Orlesian count or whatever he was had called Garrett ‘the Champion,’ but Garrett wasn’t quite certain why.
"Perhaps you are more familiar with something called Kirkwall," Cassandra asked, giving a little in order to gain more.
Garrett raised both eyebrows. “Kirkwall rings several bells. Most of a belfry, in fact.” Who was this woman and how did she know about Kirkwall?
"Interesting. You're the second person I've spoken to that knows of that place." And the third who seemed to share dreams of the same world, "I've not dreamed of it exactly. Merely mentions of it."
“I wouldn’t recommend it as a vacation spot,” Garrett said. “Dusty, dirty, and dangerous.”
"Sounds less inspiring than the place I went to train," Cassandra replied. She nodded at him, then asked, "I understand you have siblings? I am not clear as to the nature of the Champion." she hadn't dreamed that. She just had the book.
“I have an older sister and a younger brother and sister, yes.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “If you’re looking for derring-do, though, that’s mine and Marian’s department. As far as the dreams go.” Garrett didn’t mention that they didn’t seem to show up in each other’s dreams, though. That was none of this woman’s business.
The Book of the Champion had described twin siblings, one of whom had died at Lothering. She couldn't tell the gender, or much beyond that, but she was pretty sure there'd only been three Hawke siblings. Only pretty sure, at least until she remembered more of the language. This was curiouser and curiouser.
She shrugged a shoulder, "I'm not looking for adventure, merely answers."
“I can provide few answers about this ‘Champion,’ at the moment. But give it time and I might have more for you.” Dreams were tricksy things, after all, and came when they pleased. Without warning.
"You're a detective, are you not?" Cassandra asked, "Then consider this a paying assignment."
She took out a card with her number on it, and put it on his desk, "A bonus if you can find someone who can read Orlesian."
“Orlesian.” Garrett made a face. “Don’t really care for Orlesians, but if I find someone who can read their bloody language, I’ll be sure to let you know.”
He glanced at the card. Really, this was the easiest assignment he’d ever had. All he had to do, literally, was dream. “I’ll be in touch.”
"I'm Nevarran," She said. "But I..have something.. in Orlesian. Thank you." She nodded her head to Garrett, and then walked out the door.