Sparkling conversation and diplomatic demeanour, [ He stretches out the knot in his leg, hisses a muffled curse beneath his breath. ] But where are my manners? Sand dan Glokta.

[ He waves a hand vaguely, shuffles some papers from his coat. ]

Provincial census.

[ Amazing, the places you can talk yourself into with a bit of money and basic literacy. He's currently licking boots for some minor, unlanded lord — practically a clerk. You can't have too much dignity in these things. ]