Portraits: Anataeus, Concordia

Concordia: So how did it go?
Anataeus: A nightmare.
Anataeus: Armand kept going through his old stories about honor and righteousness.
Anataeus: The Lady Van Tassen looks like she’s embalmed.
Anataeus: Frederick spilled food down the front of his shirt.
Concordia: What a brave man you are, surviving a formal dinner!
Anataeus: It really is difficult, though. I can’t stand the stuffiness.
Anataeus: Armand didn’t remember my name. Captain Gelt had to prompt him several times.
Concordia: To be fair, you started only rather recently.
Anataeus: Yes, I suppose it’s too much to ask. Such a complicated, burdensome thing, to remember one single name, the name of your new Alchemist.
Anataeus: The one who graduated at the top of his class from the College of Alchemical Engineering…
Concordia: Anataeus—
Anataeus: See! _You_ remember my name just fine.
Concordia: Think Armand would know _my_ name? Keeping in mind I’ve been here my whole life.
Anataeus: Maybe next time you can go in my place! He might not even realize it’s a different person.
Concordia: “Hnnngh, Alchemist... Provisioner... which were you again? Mm, yes, hnnnngh...”
Anataeus: You’ll get us in trouble.
Concordia: I’ve been doing this for years.