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[exequy]

[ He decides to treat the question as rhetorical. (Who hasn't he annoyed.) ]

Can you write?

[ Plenty of people can't.

Anyway, he's said all he needs to say about the work room, so he starts walking, expecting the newcomer–whose name he might remember to ask at some point, maybe—to follow. ]

[panulus]

[There is a long pause.]

No.

[He can't read, either, but he follows and doesn't offer that particular information.]

[exequy]

Then you will have to dictate your reports, when you have any to file. We keep written records—we have to. We have so much turnover.

[ Outside of the workroom, down the stairs. ]

And don't be a pussy about asking people to read or write for you. You are not the only one.

[panulus]

[He looks at Kostos for a moment, and snorts.]

You won't fuss about me learning it?

[But he's following, without more comment.]

[exequy]

You are not in Tevinter anymore,

[ means no, and, ]

Some people offer lessons,

[ means but I don't.

The floors beneath the work rooms are full of offices for particular positions. Kostos points them out, vaguely, en route to the one that would belong to the quartermaster, if they had one.

Inside are crates and cases. He pulls one off a stack—with effort, being of somewhat smaller arms than Gannicus—and sets it heavily in front of the man. One of many to follow, for each piece of the— ]

Uniforms. See if you can find your size.

[panulus]

[He pokes through, until he finds a set that looks like it would fit him. He crinkles his nose up a bit, and holds it to his chest. He doesn't particularly like the concept of a uniform, but he'll wear pieces and parts of it, at least.]

This will do.

Weapons?

a bajillion years later

[exequy]

[ Kostos watches him consider the uniform. A touch of interest, a touch of resentment. Why does he get to be tall and muscled? Kostos wants to be tall and muscled. ]

In the armory. What do you fight with?