Even if Benedict does notice the discrepancy, his job isn't really to grill anyone or ferret out lies: this is a branch of Diplomacy, after all, not Scouting. If Cedric is lying, it's Yseult's problem.
Hopefully.
"Am I correct in assuming your strength is in combat and the like?" He's been scanning the papers, but looks up to ask.
"Sure, it's been half my life," He says, and could leave off there, shuffle into yet another watch rotation. Only he's been practicing this bit since he first decided to leave, "But speaking plain, I,"
The papers have a list of recent assignments, something about abomination retrieval; then a reprimand for a fistfight, not long before Riftwatch's arrival.
"I've been hoping there's more use for it than that." A life. Cedric follows up: "'Course, I'll lend an arm wherever I'm needed."
"I've got my letters. Nevarran and Orlesian," The latter's a stretch. He can do the Chant. "And if you don't mind me saying, Messere -"
It's not as if they don't know.
"- I've got standing in places Riftwatch has trouble making nice." There's a reason they shipped the louder rebels out here. A hand presses forward, blots an incidental thumb over that fight, "I keep a cool head."
"Shutting down that nightmare magic bought a lot of goodwill," He ought to know. "But soldiers are quick to forget. I don't only mean Templars, you saw how many are out there. Mercenaries and conscripts."
"There's a narrative - and I'm not saying it's everywhere - about Riftwatch being where you go when you wash up. It shouldn't be." A breath in, "Fucksakes, you kill dragons."
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Hopefully.
"Am I correct in assuming your strength is in combat and the like?" He's been scanning the papers, but looks up to ask.
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The papers have a list of recent assignments, something about abomination retrieval; then a reprimand for a fistfight, not long before Riftwatch's arrival.
"I've been hoping there's more use for it than that." A life. Cedric follows up: "'Course, I'll lend an arm wherever I'm needed."
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"What do you have in mind?"
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It's not as if they don't know.
"- I've got standing in places Riftwatch has trouble making nice." There's a reason they shipped the louder rebels out here. A hand presses forward, blots an incidental thumb over that fight, "I keep a cool head."
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"There's a narrative - and I'm not saying it's everywhere - about Riftwatch being where you go when you wash up. It shouldn't be." A breath in, "Fucksakes, you kill dragons."
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