[An actual pat on her own back. Salvio's smile flickers, quick--a little bemused, a little amused. It's corny. He likes corny.
But--]
Oh. Ah--yes, as a matter of fact, yes, there is--uh, I will, just--
[Umm. He sets down his spoon with great care, letting it come to rest half-submerged in the stew without splashing. Carefully, he wipes his fingers off before he goes to the cupboard and starts looking through some of the papers there.]
There is a disused section of the Gallows--a little less than a dozen rooms--that have been requisitioned. By the Inquisition, of course. In preparation for, uh, additional recruits. Not that we have them just yet, and in fact the rooms are quite-- that is to say, there are several unoccupied.
Better to start early, yes? On the--preparation of these rooms, I mean.
no subject
But--]
Oh. Ah--yes, as a matter of fact, yes, there is--uh, I will, just--
[Umm. He sets down his spoon with great care, letting it come to rest half-submerged in the stew without splashing. Carefully, he wipes his fingers off before he goes to the cupboard and starts looking through some of the papers there.]
There is a disused section of the Gallows--a little less than a dozen rooms--that have been requisitioned. By the Inquisition, of course. In preparation for, uh, additional recruits. Not that we have them just yet, and in fact the rooms are quite-- that is to say, there are several unoccupied.
Better to start early, yes? On the--preparation of these rooms, I mean.