[ Pragmatism often seems like cynicism, but it tends to pay well to be both as an assassin. Which- isn't something he's going to bring up at the moment. ]
On a day such as this I would speak of Antiva City- the glittering jewel of Antiva, and it's port. We trade many goods in my country and all of them flow through Antiva City, out into the rest of Thedas. Our wines and brandies are the finest in all of Thedas- do not let anyone from Orlais tell you differntly. They are lying. Orlesian wine is overpriced, poorly made, and bottled with no thought to the vintage. While every vine deserves it's own bottle there is no point in gilding it or adding a bejeweld cork. It is wine, it is meant to be consumed with a fine meal in the company of a lovely woman or handsome man- not set upon a shelf and forgotten unless one is showing off to company.
[ Here he gives a fluid, eloquent flick of the wrist and fingers to an imaginary shelf, putting on a posh, albeit foppish, Orlesian accent. ] And here we have my collection of fermented grape juice from a vinyard that employs only the most beautiful virgins- what? You wish to drink it? Perish the thought!
[ The act drops. ]
And other such nonsense. Life is meant to be enjoyed and that? That is what it means to be Antivan. To enjoy all of life to the fullest- and to share that enjoyment with those that have yet to be enlightened.
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On a day such as this I would speak of Antiva City- the glittering jewel of Antiva, and it's port. We trade many goods in my country and all of them flow through Antiva City, out into the rest of Thedas. Our wines and brandies are the finest in all of Thedas- do not let anyone from Orlais tell you differntly. They are lying. Orlesian wine is overpriced, poorly made, and bottled with no thought to the vintage. While every vine deserves it's own bottle there is no point in gilding it or adding a bejeweld cork. It is wine, it is meant to be consumed with a fine meal in the company of a lovely woman or handsome man- not set upon a shelf and forgotten unless one is showing off to company.
[ Here he gives a fluid, eloquent flick of the wrist and fingers to an imaginary shelf, putting on a posh, albeit foppish, Orlesian accent. ] And here we have my collection of fermented grape juice from a vinyard that employs only the most beautiful virgins- what? You wish to drink it? Perish the thought!
[ The act drops. ]
And other such nonsense. Life is meant to be enjoyed and that? That is what it means to be Antivan. To enjoy all of life to the fullest- and to share that enjoyment with those that have yet to be enlightened.