[ It's early in the morning when Kaspar finds the van Zieks farm today. Their farms share the forest, and Kaspar has come dressed a shade more appropriately for farmwork than the last time he'd seen the taller man. He'd been at the meeting, wandering off and around at some point (and not delivering the answers he wrote but decided to keep in his room). Kaspar still saw what happened, from a distance. But he's not sure the prisoner would've appreciated his first instinct to pick the hay from his hair.
So it isn't long after that, when Kaspar appears in his familiar white trousers, a few tools added to his belt with his holster and box of bullets. The leather boots are familiar too, but most surprisingly he's traded the rest of his livery for a warm plaid button up, long sleeves shoved up and a few of the front buttons undone. It reveals little, beyond part of his tighter white undershirt. Protection from the sun or modesty, the culprit is a mystery.
He looks up at the still lightening sky, realizing he has no idea what time it is. Kaspar doesn't seem to have shame about getting distracted smiling up at the soft morning light starting to drift through the trees. No, he doesn't miss the bells or the manipulated light. ]
[Kaspar really showing up like a fancier version of the Brawny paper towels man. Stop van Zieks is already charmed you don't need to do this.
That said, van Zieks doesn't even think to answer the door at first, not simply acting on his avoidant tendencies, but having literally forgotten there's no staff here to answer the door and turn people away for him. He's not asleep, whether he had been or not is irrelevant, he always looks tired anyway. But since the sun was (technically) up, he'd made tea and was simply poring over his notes (both what people provided and the things he'd recorded himself after the meeting of what all they currently know, when he finally sits up with a start realizing that there are no butlers and the only other person in the house is still asleep.
He gets up in a hurry, ready to simply shoo off whoever it is, and thus doesn't give any mind to how he's dressed. (Not that he's undressed, but by fancy Victorian standards, the fact that he's just in his shirt, trousers, and boots is Underdressed.) But then he sees it's Kaspar, and he has to actually think about his next course of action.]
Ah, Mr. Kaspar. Is there something I can help you with?
[ Kaspar hardly notices the wait. Though he's wandered a few steps away in the meantime. His calm gaze drifts from sky to prosecutor, without a change in his small smile as light steps carry him closer. His expression is just as contented as it'd been while directed at nature; chill yet happy to see him, all in one.
It's hard to tell if he's being playful or not from mellow tone alone-- ]
[ Kaspar's soft, pleased hum rides rides an exhale as van Zieks folds. There is a marked difference now, when he no longer perceives those words as negative but a feeble attempt to rebuff him. Yet there is no point in calling out a kettle for whistling. He didn't think far enough ahead to expect it, but he isn't surprised by it now either. He just calmly steps inside, hands clasped loosely behind his back.
He tears his gaze from van Zieks and his exposed collar bones-- he's really not used to seeing them so close to his face with the height the other man has on him. But now he is on a mission, inspecting the ceilings and hunting for loose floorboards with every step.
These farmhouses aren't big, so he'll probably spy that tea pretty fast though, causing him to pause and look at van Zieks wherever he is now. It might be a calm expression, but there is a thread of worry in his brows. ]
[He'd been too distracted to think about it, but even Kaspar's casual glance is enough to remind van Zieks of how underdressed he is. Now, he has noticed, tacitly, that a lot of the Modern People clearly have laxer standards for dress, but 1. Kaspar seems to not be one of those people in his estimation 2. he refuses to adjust to the lowest common denominator dangit.]
I haven't, I typically don't eat much in the mornings, but- [Wait no he can't just leave his guest unattended??? How do people do anything in their homes without staff.]
I can, at least, brew a fresh pot of tea if you would like, if you'd excuse me for just a moment, I'm hardly dressed for company. [He's thrown off his rhythm this is not a situation he's at all prepared to handle.]
[ Kaspar is happy, at first, the new information fluttering lightly in his stomach. It sinks, though, plummeting to his knees once he can practically feel van Zieks floundering in the distance between them. Yet just because he can tell, doesn't mean he has a clue as to the why or what to do.
Did he wear too much? Is he being a bad guest?
Kaspar shakes his head eventually, to the tea, though it's hard to tell.
And then suddenly he starts fluidly unbuttoning his flannel with deft fingers. Predictably, he has no words. Height difference aside, he offers it to van Zieks by holding it out for him with both hands.
Unfortunately, Kaspar's white undershirt is the one from under his uniform, form fitting and sleeveless. ]
[This situation just went from bad to worse, in a way that literally wouldn't be a problem for an average modern day person, unfortunately we don't have those here. Van Zieks can't help but catch a glimpse of Kaspar in his undershirt, but very quickly averts his gaze as he attempts to fight back the redness that flushes his pale face.]
N-no, please, keep your shirt, Mr. Blumlund! [Switching to a more formal address as if to counterbalance the massive impropriety going on here. Kaspar didn't give it but van Zieks sure has been taking note of everyone's profiles.]
I only need to run to the other room for my waistcoat. Please, excuse me- [And he makes a brisk exit to the other room. He isn't even thinking about the fact that a van Zieks could certainly never be caught dead wearing a flannel shirt like some sort of workman. There's too many other distracting thoughts going on in his head, including how surprisingly toned Kaspar is?? But why would it be surprising, Kaspar surely could be a military man by the uniform he'd worn before, which would also explain his practical skills. Wouldn't it be normal then??? Why is he thinking about it!!!!]
[ Kaspar watches the flush calmly, stilling with the soft flannel beneath his fingers. His gloves are looped over his belt, leaving his clean hands bare. The reaction tears him between feeling bad and soaking in the new expression. He's not sure he could really look away, even if he wanted to while momentarily rooted to the spot. Kaspar is already pulling the flannel back away from van Zieks when he switches to Mr. Blumlund. It almost makes him feel like he's in trouble somehow.
He watches the other man leave, nodding in response without knowing what to say to help, while also openly curiously as he puts his arm through one flannel sleeve and then the other.
Leaving Kaspar alone with quickly cooling tea he feels he's ruined and nothing else to do is a dangerous thing. So, depending on how long van Zieks is gone will determine how far along he gets in putting on fresh tea, his old cup already escorted to the counter nearby. Kaspar doesn't button his flannel back up, using it doubled over as an oven mitt of sorts. Take too long and he will start looking for things to fix. And should van Zieks need even more of a break, Kaspar will move on to examining and trying if there's anything that might look like it needs help. ]
[Part of van Zieks, the awkward, barely grown boy that got abruptly shoved down into a dark corner of his mind the day Klint died, wants to just put his head under a pillow and groan for at least an hour. But he cannot give into that because he has to KEEP UP APPEARANCES AND HOST HIS GUEST PROPERLY.
So he just hurriedly does smarten up, putting on his waistcoat and necktie. PRESENTABLE. He resists the urge to put on his full jacket since they are still at home, considering his (Klint's) prosecutor's badge before thinking better of it. He won't be gone more than five or so minutes, taking an extra one to try to compose himself.]
My apologies, I wasn't intending on entertaining company, or I would have done that beforehand. I am also, I must confess, not used to having to greet visitors myself. [He is very rich this is all very hard for him.]
[ Kaspar is caught, then, only just beginning tea. His smile is only a shade unsure until it settles with van Zieks words and more importantly, the way he says them. Kaspar nods, still feeling bad but turning back to focus on the tea because any apology of his own sounds shallow.
So, he buttons his flannel back up while it heats. Over his shoulder, before he reaches his collar, Kaspar eventually responds with a glance to wherever van Zieks is by then. ]
[Ah now there he's gone and made Kaspar think he was some sort of inconvenience!!! Nice going, Barok. You are really knocking this friendship thing out of the park. That had always been a nice thing about Albert, for better or worse, he wasn't best at giving much thought to if he was overstaying his welcome.]
Ah, of course, please, I didn't mean to suggest I'd like for you to leave, just that I may not be a very adept host. [He runs a hand fretfully through his hair, still mostly brushed back though in a haphazard sort of way that suggests it hasn't properly been styled since he'd woken up.]
All I was doing prior to your arrival was, frankly, agonizing over what little information we have to try to see a way out of things. I know there is hardly anything I can do, at present, but... [Another sigh,]
I've had far too much of feeling powerless already, and I can't fight the feeling of having to try.
[ Kaspar can't help but turn to van Zieks while he has a moment. The other man's words work, in a way, to help Kaspar see more clearly. The frazzlement didn't seem to be his fault alone anymore, which softens his smile.
Then, he listens as he continues as long as needed in the kitchen. He hums in response, to signal his full attention even before he is setting up tea on the table as best he knows how. It... probably is nowhere close to Victorian standards, but there is an attempt to mimic the (dish and cup probably?) Or whatever van Zieks had going on here before.
Fresh tea, with whatever he had out to go with it. At least his flannel is buttoned almost all the way up by the time he is before him. Still considering all of those stresses, unsure how best to help his new friend, he works quietly. It's not something he frets over now, the stretch of his own silence.
But before he can sit down, Kaspar asks softly, venturing more boldly for such a tone as he prepares his own cup-- ]
... couldn't the truth of it be, as the goddess said?
Edited (I smacked it too soon) 2022-12-12 06:16 (UTC)
[ Early morning, a small box is left upon the windowsill with a note that would be very hard to miss from inside, propped up with an exclamation point and weighted with a small stone. Once unfolded, written in Kaspar's neat cursive despite the slant of quick writing is the following:
Enclosed is a token of affection for my dearest new friends. You might have yours early. Please wear it if your heart desires, but feel no obligation to anything but its tender whims.
Affectionately yours,
Inside the box is a small corsage of sorts, a makeshift pin on the back providing van Zieks options. Wild flowers of purple and blue, cradled by far darker leaves of the forest, including a few of the ones that had stuck in Kaspar's hair on their walk. Pressed, dried, and arranged purposefully among the fresher plants. ]
Edited (Sob I'm sorry it's so late for me ==;; -- since i have his signature ready for letters now (yes, i originally wrote this before reading the event...)) 2022-12-17 07:10 (UTC)
It has been some time since we last spoke, and I hope you are keeping well.
I would like to apologize again for the incident earlier this season. I will endeavor to make sure such a thing never happens again, and you are more than welcome to stop me - by force, if necessary - if it does.
Regardless, I would like to maintain a working professional relationship between us, as I think our respective areas of expertise complement well and could be of great service to those in our unique circumstances.
If there is anything of which I can ever be of assistance, do not hesitate to let me know.
[A few days after the dance, there's a knock at the door, in the evening, on the Trahearne/Kaspar farm door, which van Zieks knows the location of because don't worry about it. Don't perceive whatever he and Kaspar are doing.]
[ The visit is unexpected. Luckily, Trahearne is on the couch, reading, Kaspar nowhere to be found. He eyes the door curiously before striding over and flinging it open to greet his visitor. ]
--Lord van Zieks.
[ The surprise is obvious in his voice. ]
Come in. [ He steps out of the way, allowing the other man entry. ] To what do I owe this honour?
[ Kaspar could be anywhere, as flighty as he is. Trahearne doesn't keep tabs on him, and that seems to work out for them. There's an immense amount of unspoken trust between them, it seems.
Trahearne doesn't notice the lack of "Mr.".
He takes a seat at the little dining table and gestures to the other chair. ]
Please, take a seat.
[ If it's about his note, then this is probably going to be a professional conversation. ]</small.
I'd like to say first that while appreciated, your apology is unnecessary. I do not hold what happened against you.
[He shifts in his seat slightly, a little stiffer, more professional.]
However, I am interested in your proposal. I have been thinking about it, and I feel that, regardless of whether this island has its own legal system, we seem to exist as something separate. I feel that, while hopefully none such thing is necessary, we should establish some sort of system amongst ourselves. The major issue, as I see it, is that I do not envision many people willing to submit to such a thing.
[ Trahearne dips his head in gratitude, but makes no other mention or reaction to it.
As van Zieks takes on a more professional posture, so does he. He thought so. His normally meek and wallflower-like demeanor seems to disappear. ]
No--it's rather clear from our general population's reaction to the goddess's methods that they are not content to be forced to do anything.
[ Neither is Trahearne, despite his willingness to go along with all of this. That's different, though. ]
But I like your idea. Perhaps not strictly a legal system, per se--but a system that protects all of us from potential harm. I believe the key, however, will be to create something that is clearly beneficial and in everyone's best interests. Those benefits should speak for themselves, which will then attract those who see and understand them. An intrinsic willingness is better than asking for submission.
[ Maybe he's lucky in that most of his soldiers were intrinsically willing to kill dragons, but. ]
In... in theory, the benefit is the promise of safety, however... [It's harder to sell in small groups like this.]
I cannot say to know much about protection. My work lies on the other side of things, enacting punishment after crimes have already been committed, though on theory, the threat of consequences is also a deterrent of crime. Right now, there's not clear consequences in place.
[ A frown. Trahearne knows how the law works, yes, but rarely did he ever pay much attention to it. He respected it when needed. And he knows van Zieks is a lawman, but this just rubs him the wrong way. ]
Respectfully, we should not be thinking of punishment and consequences first. We should lay out our expectations of what a member of our community should do or how one should behave before thinking of ways to reprimand those who fail to meet those expectations.
[ He may be a military leader, but he is a sylvari first and foremost. And they're...definitely not at all rigid about their systems. ]
And what do you propose those expectations are? We are all, in theory, self-sufficient. That should prevent many issues, though I have no doubt issues will inevitably arise in any case.
[They're basically living like poor people, right? What problems do poor people have.]
[ Trahearne crosses his arms, quickly thinking of the town and situation in which they live. ]
To not harm one another. To not harm or otherwise disrupt another's farm or efforts in farming. To not vandalise or damage community buildings or spaces.
Things like that. It's rather basic, but to be honest, I don't foresee terribly complicated cases causing problems for us.
[ There is a rather powerful deity taking care of some of that stuff for them. ]
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[ the next day-ish after the meeting ]
So it isn't long after that, when Kaspar appears in his familiar white trousers, a few tools added to his belt with his holster and box of bullets. The leather boots are familiar too, but most surprisingly he's traded the rest of his livery for a warm plaid button up, long sleeves shoved up and a few of the front buttons undone. It reveals little, beyond part of his tighter white undershirt. Protection from the sun or modesty, the culprit is a mystery.
He looks up at the still lightening sky, realizing he has no idea what time it is. Kaspar doesn't seem to have shame about getting distracted smiling up at the soft morning light starting to drift through the trees. No, he doesn't miss the bells or the manipulated light. ]
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That said, van Zieks doesn't even think to answer the door at first, not simply acting on his avoidant tendencies, but having literally forgotten there's no staff here to answer the door and turn people away for him. He's not asleep, whether he had been or not is irrelevant, he always looks tired anyway. But since the sun was (technically) up, he'd made tea and was simply poring over his notes (both what people provided and the things he'd recorded himself after the meeting of what all they currently know, when he finally sits up with a start realizing that there are no butlers and the only other person in the house is still asleep.
He gets up in a hurry, ready to simply shoo off whoever it is, and thus doesn't give any mind to how he's dressed. (Not that he's undressed, but by fancy Victorian standards, the fact that he's just in his shirt, trousers, and boots is Underdressed.) But then he sees it's Kaspar, and he has to actually think about his next course of action.]
Ah, Mr. Kaspar. Is there something I can help you with?
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It's hard to tell if he's being playful or not from mellow tone alone-- ]
... I owe a debt of inconvenience, I believe.
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And I believe I told you that wasn't necessary.
[That said, since it's Kaspar...]
... But it would be discourteous of me to turn you away now after you've gone through the trouble.
[He steps aside to invite Kaspar inside.]
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He tears his gaze from van Zieks and his exposed collar bones-- he's really not used to seeing them so close to his face with the height the other man has on him. But now he is on a mission, inspecting the ceilings and hunting for loose floorboards with every step.
These farmhouses aren't big, so he'll probably spy that tea pretty fast though, causing him to pause and look at van Zieks wherever he is now. It might be a calm expression, but there is a thread of worry in his brows. ]
... have you eaten?
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1. Kaspar seems to not be one of those people in his estimation
2. he refuses to adjust to the lowest common denominator dangit.]
I haven't, I typically don't eat much in the mornings, but-
[Wait no he can't just leave his guest unattended??? How do people do anything in their homes without staff.]
I can, at least, brew a fresh pot of tea if you would like, if you'd excuse me for just a moment, I'm hardly dressed for company.
[He's thrown off his rhythm this is not a situation he's at all prepared to handle.]
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[ Kaspar is happy, at first, the new information fluttering lightly in his stomach. It sinks, though, plummeting to his knees once he can practically feel van Zieks floundering in the distance between them. Yet just because he can tell, doesn't mean he has a clue as to the why or what to do.
Did he wear too much? Is he being a bad guest?
Kaspar shakes his head eventually, to the tea, though it's hard to tell.
And then suddenly he starts fluidly unbuttoning his flannel with deft fingers. Predictably, he has no words. Height difference aside, he offers it to van Zieks by holding it out for him with both hands.
Unfortunately, Kaspar's white undershirt is the one from under his uniform, form fitting and sleeveless. ]
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N-no, please, keep your shirt, Mr. Blumlund! [Switching to a more formal address as if to counterbalance the massive impropriety going on here. Kaspar didn't give it but van Zieks sure has been taking note of everyone's profiles.]
I only need to run to the other room for my waistcoat. Please, excuse me-
[And he makes a brisk exit to the other room. He isn't even thinking about the fact that a van Zieks could certainly never be caught dead wearing a flannel shirt like some sort of workman. There's too many other distracting thoughts going on in his head, including how surprisingly toned Kaspar is?? But why would it be surprising, Kaspar surely could be a military man by the uniform he'd worn before, which would also explain his practical skills. Wouldn't it be normal then??? Why is he thinking about it!!!!]
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He watches the other man leave, nodding in response without knowing what to say to help, while also openly curiously as he puts his arm through one flannel sleeve and then the other.
Leaving Kaspar alone with quickly cooling tea he feels he's ruined and nothing else to do is a dangerous thing. So, depending on how long van Zieks is gone will determine how far along he gets in putting on fresh tea, his old cup already escorted to the counter nearby. Kaspar doesn't button his flannel back up, using it doubled over as an oven mitt of sorts. Take too long and he will start looking for things to fix. And should van Zieks need even more of a break, Kaspar will move on to examining and trying if there's anything that might look like it needs help. ]
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So he just hurriedly does smarten up, putting on his waistcoat and necktie. PRESENTABLE. He resists the urge to put on his full jacket since they are still at home, considering his (Klint's) prosecutor's badge before thinking better of it. He won't be gone more than five or so minutes, taking an extra one to try to compose himself.]
My apologies, I wasn't intending on entertaining company, or I would have done that beforehand. I am also, I must confess, not used to having to greet visitors myself.
[He is very rich this is all very hard for him.]
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[ Kaspar is caught, then, only just beginning tea. His smile is only a shade unsure until it settles with van Zieks words and more importantly, the way he says them. Kaspar nods, still feeling bad but turning back to focus on the tea because any apology of his own sounds shallow.
So, he buttons his flannel back up while it heats. Over his shoulder, before he reaches his collar, Kaspar eventually responds with a glance to wherever van Zieks is by then. ]
Might I... still join you for tea?
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Ah, of course, please, I didn't mean to suggest I'd like for you to leave, just that I may not be a very adept host.
[He runs a hand fretfully through his hair, still mostly brushed back though in a haphazard sort of way that suggests it hasn't properly been styled since he'd woken up.]
All I was doing prior to your arrival was, frankly, agonizing over what little information we have to try to see a way out of things. I know there is hardly anything I can do, at present, but...
[Another sigh,]
I've had far too much of feeling powerless already, and I can't fight the feeling of having to try.
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Then, he listens as he continues as long as needed in the kitchen. He hums in response, to signal his full attention even before he is setting up tea on the table as best he knows how. It... probably is nowhere close to Victorian standards, but there is an attempt to mimic the (dish and cup probably?) Or whatever van Zieks had going on here before.
Fresh tea, with whatever he had out to go with it. At least his flannel is buttoned almost all the way up by the time he is before him. Still considering all of those stresses, unsure how best to help his new friend, he works quietly. It's not something he frets over now, the stretch of his own silence.
But before he can sit down, Kaspar asks softly, venturing more boldly for such a tone as he prepares his own cup-- ]
... couldn't the truth of it be, as the goddess said?
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[ morning of the 14th, but I'm late ]
Enclosed is a token of affection for my dearest new friends. You might have yours early.
Please wear it if your heart desires, but feel no obligation to anything but its tender whims.
Affectionately yours,
Inside the box is a small corsage of sorts, a makeshift pin on the back providing van Zieks options. Wild flowers of purple and blue, cradled by far darker leaves of the forest, including a few of the ones that had stuck in Kaspar's hair on their walk. Pressed, dried, and arranged purposefully among the fresher plants. ]
a letter, soon after the dance
It has been some time since we last spoke, and I hope you are keeping well.
I would like to apologize again for the incident earlier this season. I will endeavor to make sure such a thing never happens again, and you are more than welcome to stop me - by force, if necessary - if it does.
Regardless, I would like to maintain a working professional relationship between us, as I think our respective areas of expertise complement well and could be of great service to those in our unique circumstances.
If there is anything of which I can ever be of assistance, do not hesitate to let me know.
- Marshal Trahearne.
im making this into a thread because I can
Mr. Trahearne? Are you at home?
im here for it
--Lord van Zieks.
[ The surprise is obvious in his voice. ]
Come in. [ He steps out of the way, allowing the other man entry. ] To what do I owe this honour?
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[He glances around.]
Kaspar isn't home?
[Apparently he doesn't get a "Mr." Hm.]
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[ Kaspar could be anywhere, as flighty as he is. Trahearne doesn't keep tabs on him, and that seems to work out for them. There's an immense amount of unspoken trust between them, it seems.
Trahearne doesn't notice the lack of "Mr.".
He takes a seat at the little dining table and gestures to the other chair. ]
Please, take a seat.
[ If it's about his note, then this is probably going to be a professional conversation. ]</small.
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I'd like to say first that while appreciated, your apology is unnecessary. I do not hold what happened against you.
[He shifts in his seat slightly, a little stiffer, more professional.]
However, I am interested in your proposal. I have been thinking about it, and I feel that, regardless of whether this island has its own legal system, we seem to exist as something separate. I feel that, while hopefully none such thing is necessary, we should establish some sort of system amongst ourselves. The major issue, as I see it, is that I do not envision many people willing to submit to such a thing.
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As van Zieks takes on a more professional posture, so does he. He thought so. His normally meek and wallflower-like demeanor seems to disappear. ]
No--it's rather clear from our general population's reaction to the goddess's methods that they are not content to be forced to do anything.
[ Neither is Trahearne, despite his willingness to go along with all of this. That's different, though. ]
But I like your idea. Perhaps not strictly a legal system, per se--but a system that protects all of us from potential harm. I believe the key, however, will be to create something that is clearly beneficial and in everyone's best interests. Those benefits should speak for themselves, which will then attract those who see and understand them. An intrinsic willingness is better than asking for submission.
[ Maybe he's lucky in that most of his soldiers were intrinsically willing to kill dragons, but. ]
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[It's harder to sell in small groups like this.]
I cannot say to know much about protection. My work lies on the other side of things, enacting punishment after crimes have already been committed, though on theory, the threat of consequences is also a deterrent of crime. Right now, there's not clear consequences in place.
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Respectfully, we should not be thinking of punishment and consequences first. We should lay out our expectations of what a member of our community should do or how one should behave before thinking of ways to reprimand those who fail to meet those expectations.
[ He may be a military leader, but he is a sylvari first and foremost. And they're...definitely not at all rigid about their systems. ]
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[They're basically living like poor people, right? What problems do poor people have.]
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To not harm one another. To not harm or otherwise disrupt another's farm or efforts in farming. To not vandalise or damage community buildings or spaces.
Things like that. It's rather basic, but to be honest, I don't foresee terribly complicated cases causing problems for us.
[ There is a rather powerful deity taking care of some of that stuff for them. ]