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[steeledskin]

Fellow Shardholders. [ of either court! ]

I would speak to a man of law -- should any find himself amid our numbers. [ such a profession is unknown to her, but stiles has explained some occupations and tenets of his world and this one in particular piques her interest. sansa stark could make use of such a man who might be bound by her confidentiality. of course, she does not quite understand the ins and outs of the arrangement.

but that's why she asks today: to learn; to plan; to piece together little patches of her defence. ] Anyone who would call themselves lawyer. I would speak with you. That is the word for it, yes? [ lawyer. ] My apologies if I've gotten it wrong; I'm only a simple girl and I am unwise in these matters. I want to learn about the things that are mysteries to me.

[ like whether a lawyer's strange binding powers of argumentation would even apply in these lands. once her conversations are finished, she snaps the locket shut and can be found in the library -- where she organizes books she doesn't care to read, because the practise soothes her and distracts her mind from its darker thoughts. or else come the evening she sits in her chambers, and allies of hers are welcome to stop and knock. ]

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[kingsdaughter]

[It's night. The lamps and candles are lit and there is a soft glow coming in from the bathroom, as well as sounds of water being poured. Sigrid steps in and drops a courtesy.]

My lady, your bath is ready.

[steeledskin]

[ she looks up from some minor late-hours conversation on the lockets. it cannot have been too important, because she watches its face for a moment before moving her arm with measured certainty and closing it. she does so with no haste and no secrecy -- whatever the matter was, it cannot have been important.

sansa rises. she watches sigrid for a moment and wants to tell her that she is free to call her sansa. after all they've said and survived in so short a time, she cannot feel the artificial boundaries of class and station between herself and her friend. let that stand for other people, but not for sigrid. even so, she holds her tongue. after all, it's more clever that the title be used: sigrid had no notion of who had been her casual conversation partner a moment ago. it would do sansa no good to have alayne be heard addressed as anything but alayne. so my lady suffices. ]

I pray your help-mates did not leave you to ready it all on your own. [ she rises onto her toes, looking for the fairies. she doesn't want to disrobe while they still might be around. ]

[kingsdaughter]

[A far more casual smile is cracked once the locket is closed. She knows how appearances are important, at least. She picks up Sansa's long dressing-gown and drapes it over one arm, moving first to pull the drapes closed.]

Not at all. They appreciated the chance to be artistic. Say what you will of them, but they're never half-hearted with anything. Still, [she approaches and unfolds the robe, holding it between her and Sansa so she can undress modestly] hot water is only hot for so long. They've gone to eat cake.

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[jaywalks]

Lawyer's the right word for it, yeah.

[ a brief pause, and then he continues ]

Technically, I'm not one, but we did have to cover a lot of legal stuff at the police academy. What're you wondering about?

[ YES. surprise. mako is a police officer. he is TECHNICALLY, a man of the law. ]

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[steeledskin]

[ it will not do. but she tries to let him down gently: ] I want to ask a lawyer about the details and difficulties of his work. But perhaps I should be asking about other things as well--

[ she leaves it open for him to talk about this police academy, gearing to steer him away from the unfulfilled request. ]

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[jaywalks]

[ ... huh?? ]

What, like... police work?

[ it's... i mean it's kIND of in the same vein but... ]

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[oursavinggrace]

[wha...

alayne, what.]

...Uh, what do you need a lawyer for?

[trying very hard to not sound too perplexed, but. where did she even learn a word like that? and what's a lawyer gonna do in a world without a judicial system?]

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[steeledskin]

[ sansa doe not respond with recorded video. she keeps her communication strictly vocal. ]

I do not need one. [ her tone is smooth. even. ] I only want to learn.

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[oursavinggrace]

Oh. [well, that's kinda comforting.] I don't think you'd need an actual lawyer to tell you what lawyers do, though. I mean, if there is one here then yeah, that's probably more helpful, but I think it's pretty common knowledge. In worlds that have lawyers, anyway.

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[caditquaestio]

Law is as the ruler gives it, Elina. You'll find a lawyer in each land, and none will speak plainly of the other. What they have to say won't serve you. Pity them - they've lost craft and purpose.

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[steeledskin]

Others have spoken better of them. [ ... ] Can they all be as wayward as you're saying?

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[vanyel_ashkevron]

As a Herald for His and Her Majesty, I believe I fill that role, though I have never been called lawyer. [Regardless, he gazes at the locket intently.] How can I aid you, my lady?

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[steeledskin]

[ it takes her a moment to respond she is quiet -- careful. ] Could you first do me the kindness of describing your roles and responsibilities, my lord?

[ i must be certain. ]

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[baseborne]

[He ought to just find her and ask in person, but sometimes it's hard standing in front of her and seeing the fear that's always in her eyes now. Guilt over having such thoughts in the first place will likely make him seek her out later, but for now...] What's a lawyer? Has something happened?

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[steeledskin]

A man of laws. And of the knowledge to unknot them. [ she is more forthright with jon than she is with the others. and why shouldn't she? jon knows more of her state in westeros than the others do. her true motivation is something she hides even from their father. ] Stiles told me they are bound by their confidentiality to their...clients. [ that was the word that was used. clients. ]

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[aliased]

What's a lawyer?

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[steeledskin]

A clever clever man.

[ or so she hopes. sansa leaves this conversation unlocked, deciding she will not make it private until she absolutely has to. ]

[bullhorned]

You need to make some laws, do you? I have some ideas of some you might like to introduce.

[He treats it as a bit of a jape, really. He doesn't know what a lawyer is, but if a builder builds and a farmer farms, then it only makes sense that a lawyer would... law. Or make laws, anyway.]

[steeledskin]

I don't need to make them.

[ i need to break them. ] I only want to learn more.

[ the same line she's been giving so many others. but she can't yet be certain how well her lies sit with gendry. ]

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[masterofmystery]

What are you wanting to know from them?

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[steeledskin]

I've never heard of one before. I merely want to learn about their craft.

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[impeaches]

If you recall, my lady, I was once Master of Laws in King's Landing.

[ His voice is low, smooth; one might think he was flirting if it were not so innocent a topic. ]

Perhaps I can offer some assistance.

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[steeledskin]

I fear the laws of Westeros may not aid me here, my lord. [ a heartbeat. ] And yet perhaps we ought to speak about them all the same, there are questions you may be able to answer better than I ever could.

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[normally, ben wouldn't bother to go out of his way to find sansa unless it was an emergency, or if he wanted a bit of company (they're friends, aren't they?), but he's wandering through the many halls -- nearing the library, fortunately for him -- and fiddling with his locket when he sees the broadcast. he only watches up until the word 'lawyer' before he clicks the locket closed and pops his head into the library (where he knows she usually is) and spots sansa's red hair immediately.]

Hey.

[he makes his way towards her, his expression perplexed; brows somewhat furrowed, a tiny frown tugging at his lips.]

You in some kinda trouble?

[steeledskin]

[ her head turns. and (at first) she smiles. a small smile that does not weed its way up to her eyes, but a smile all the same. and she sets aside a thin tome on dwarven culture before stepping back from the stacks and dropping into a bobbing curtsey. but then...

the colour drains from her face. ] Trouble, Ben? What makes you ask?