[ The look on Lasulahn's expression suggests he's not entirely sure whether he should be amused or horrified at the thought Zevran's words conjure. He thinks of Leliana and Josephine's conversations about the Game, and bards, specifically. Appear harmless, to be all the more effective.
Lasulahn considers both that and Zevran's advice, and thinks that while playing the fool would do him no favors as Inquisitor - rumors that he is incompetent or bumbling would be damaging, after all - the idea that he might instead play just a little into other stereotypes might serve him well. He is not a dishonest sort, the Inquisitor, but he knows diplomacy. The Game is new to him, but humans and their bigotry, whether implicit or explicit, are not.
He turns, following Zevran back in a jog, and though his halt is not quite so... smooth as he would like, skidding just a bit on the worn stone, he manages. Though Zevran might suggest they have not done much, and Lasulahn is inclined to agree, he is nonetheless grateful for the chance to sit. (He will be more grateful for the opportunity to remove these wretched boots.) ]
They are uncomfortable, but... nowhere more than another. They are well-made. [ He crosses one ankle over his knee, and rubs idly at the soft leather covering his foot. ]
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Lasulahn considers both that and Zevran's advice, and thinks that while playing the fool would do him no favors as Inquisitor - rumors that he is incompetent or bumbling would be damaging, after all - the idea that he might instead play just a little into other stereotypes might serve him well. He is not a dishonest sort, the Inquisitor, but he knows diplomacy. The Game is new to him, but humans and their bigotry, whether implicit or explicit, are not.
He turns, following Zevran back in a jog, and though his halt is not quite so... smooth as he would like, skidding just a bit on the worn stone, he manages. Though Zevran might suggest they have not done much, and Lasulahn is inclined to agree, he is nonetheless grateful for the chance to sit. (He will be more grateful for the opportunity to remove these wretched boots.) ]
They are uncomfortable, but... nowhere more than another. They are well-made. [ He crosses one ankle over his knee, and rubs idly at the soft leather covering his foot. ]