Meliandri Chastain-Aulamaxa wrote:
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Well, then… Also, the book is called Imperial Betrayal. It’s a revolutionary text written by a Galtan philosopher. I’d imagine it’s a lot like reading The Communist Manifesto or The Diary of Che Guevara in a coffeeshop.
"Grande Tian Tea Latte, skim milk, no foam, extra 'ot, caramel and mint." Looking up from her book, Mels takes in the situation in the coffeeshop. She’d started ignoring the halfling as soon as she’d realized he was just another servant type, going back to her book instead. It wasn’t a question of being polite or rude, or of not wanting a conversation. Almost all her interactions with halflings was as a superior, though, and superiors didn’t need to respond to their subordinates unless they felt the need. The awkward girl in the middle-class-esque tunic, though…
”The book is called Imperial Betrayal. One of my favorite classes at Lady Docur’s was taught by a Galtan exile. She ‘ad a lot to say about ‘Osetter, but did not ‘ave us read the book itself, so I ‘ad to find it elsewhere. In the end, I ‘ad to disagree with Professor Vetta and agree with ‘Osetter and Jubanich.” Meliandri pauses, sliding the book into her handbag. ”There comes a time when the operation of the empire becomes quite odious, and any change is better. Even change like Galt.”
Alamara is caught off guard by this open and comprehensive reply. She braced herself for being brushed off but that is... overwhelming and totally not her cup of tea. "Mint! That is an interesting choice." Alamara tries to save herself to a terrain she feels not totally lost in.
As the halfling threatens to cut the talk short with the curfew she adds "I haven't heard of any of those people you mentioned, but it sounds interesting. How about you tell me more about it on the way home. I could accompany you on the way." That offer might be very blunt for a stranger, but subtle isn't her.