[Pushed in to the corner of the room, as far away from the main party as possible Quentin has his tablet up and opened, jotting down notes and questions he needs answers to and there's just no way he's going to get up and talk to all of these people. The sort of duchy guy who wanted to lead people, which, sure he might have a point about it being a bad idea for who knows how many people, to just run around and do things without talking to each other.
Still, though.
He settles for frowning in to the tablet, only looking up through the bangs of his hair and biting his lips to stop himself from just blurting out something stupid. Like, sure a welcome committee, who should probably take names so there was a record? Someone should probably make a list with everyone's names, because that's how this always starts - lists, and more lists. An inventory of who was here now and who had been here before, to show a pattern or just a handy way to keep tabs on people. Someone was bringing them here - random or chosen?
He jots down a few more things, leg curled up on his chair as he tries to hide.]
no subject
Still, though.
He settles for frowning in to the tablet, only looking up through the bangs of his hair and biting his lips to stop himself from just blurting out something stupid. Like, sure a welcome committee, who should probably take names so there was a record? Someone should probably make a list with everyone's names, because that's how this always starts - lists, and more lists. An inventory of who was here now and who had been here before, to show a pattern or just a handy way to keep tabs on people. Someone was bringing them here - random or chosen?
He jots down a few more things, leg curled up on his chair as he tries to hide.]