You have something to say, or do you just like staring
[cdb]at me?
Merely thinking about your brother, that's all.
I only caught a glimpse of him at Arianrhod, but he
[cdb]was nothing like what the rumors suggested.
You mean the ones about the eldest son of a noble
[cdb]family falling from grace? Taking up a life of banditry
[cdb]and wanton destruction?
The very same! They say he was a foul knave who
[cdb]stole not to survive, but because he took such great
[cdb]pleasure from the act.
Still, I suppose one shouldn't take such rumors at face
[cdb]value.
Actually, there's a fair amount of truth to what they
[cdb]say. At least there was, up until two years ago.
Yet still His Majesty thought it was wise to recruit
[cdb]him to our side, and somehow managed to do just
[cdb]that.
Yes, I hear he wooed your brother with the chance
[cdb]to demonstrate how the Crestless can still make
[cdb]something of themselves.
His honeyed words drew him in, at which point he
[cdb]began to play the man's inferiority complex like a
[cdb]mandolin.
Seems like you're more cunning than I realized.
You really have eyes and ears everywhere, huh?
You're one to talk of cunning, springing as you do
[cdb]from the loins of Margrave Gautier himself.
I know you've been keeping tabs on my every move.
What?
In my line of work, one learns to pick up on hostile
[cdb]presences rather quickly.
From the day we met, you've been waiting for me to
[cdb]take one wrong step so you can cut me down.
I'd heard the heir of House Gautier was nothing more
[cdb]than a base philanderer, but it seems that rumor isn't
[cdb]completely true, either.
Just look at you, having the gall to call me out while
[cdb]you hide behind the murderous grin plastered on
[cdb]your face. I know you've killed without hesitation.
Hey, we've all made mistakes. There's no need to
[cdb]rehash the past.
And what's this murderous grin you're talking about?
What would that even look like?
The fact you aren't conscious of it makes you all the
[cdb]more dangerous—unless that pained grimace just
[cdb]now was also part of your act.
Regardless, that "Crest-bearing fool" nickname you
[cdb]picked up seems woefully inappropriate for one of
[cdb]your caliber.
It's clear you inherited your father's cunning and
[cdb]then some.
I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or
[cdb]just start sobbing.
The former. There aren't many in Fódlan capable of
[cdb]winning my true respect.
For my part, I'll watch where I step...lest I end up
[cdb]with one of your blades lodged in my back.