Yishai couldn't help it. He ended up laughing, a bit. It wasn't one of those condescending laughs, it had plenty of actual mirth in it, and certainly Yishai didn't mean anything terrible by it. He was just amused. "You know, it sounds to me like Dalmasca and Jihon have the same problem, just opposing extremes of it. The Jihonese seem not to think too hard about certain things. It's the way of things, and that's never questioned. Dalmascans think too much and they question a lot of things, but almost always the wrong things." And perhaps, somewhere along the way, both had become complacent; one in the idea that this is the way of things, and not fixing what isn't broken, thereby missing what really was broken, the other in the idea that they questioned everything, and certainly nothing would ever slip passed them.
"Just keep in mind, as open as Dalmascans seem to be, for everything someone says to you, there are many more things they are not saying. Dalmascans may run their mouths, but they are very careful about what they run their mouths about. What other people think about such and such House isn't really important. There are good Houses, just as there are bad ones, and ones that can fall on either side, depending on the day, same as the people themselves, which is where it really gets messy. Personally myself, I'd call Lancaster on one side, but there are members of it that are on the other. Many even can, and do, consider House Essair to be on the bad side, much of the time. If you'd asked someone else when you first came here about House Essair, you'd probably have gotten a very different story than the one you've got now. You can decide for yourself what you think about all the others, whenever you have opportunity to do so. Carefully, mind. There are wolves dressed as lambs in this country, everywhere, really. The trick is, which House you want to be friends with varies depending on what you want out of the arrangement. Certainly, House Essair is one of the few that would let a Jihonese stranger hang around. But, I've been surprised before." Yishai gave a slight shrug.
Still, he couldn't imagine the likes of, say, Salonus and Warwicke, letting said stranger hang around without wanting certain... how you say, favours. What kind of favour varied. But that wasn't his story to tell. Zhihao would learn, or he wouldn't. No sense scaring the guy. And even in thinking that, he knew there were some that exalted even Salonus and Warwicke. Yishai didn't, but he could appreciate they were gods among men, to some, the same as House Essair were to others. He was, perhaps, probably the most unbiased individual that had ties to Essair; he was still a Wynbrandt, and it gave him a bit of perspective, so to say. Wynbrandt were friends with no one, and enemies with no one, and being in the middle, sometimes, did have its advantages.
If nothing else, apparently Kassandros had decided he liked this one, so he was probably safe. Probably.
"Culture shock seems like it'd be easier with familiar people around, so I'm glad you've made friends, at least. ... has Kass done the freaky knowing-things thing yet?" He was just curious, really. As he asked, he paused in his weaving, long enough to notice he'd made a knot on accident. Oops. Careful not to tear the reeds, Shai pulled it apart, until he got to the knot, and started tugging that apart. "And I say to myself, I'm good at this, I don't have to pay attention." Of course not.
Sorry guys, been pretty unreliable. Working on rebooting one of my old sites and a bunch of code work, so yeah I'm... really slow. Still trying to get posts out, it's just taking me an age. I keep looking up like wow when did it become <insert date here>. Like, did you know it's fucking October? Wild.
So, yeah. Still around, still doing stuff, just slow as heck-all.
Right. Ruining his life? That was new. New to Tristan, he should clarify, because it sounded like that wasn't new to Sandalio. Being bluntly honest about it, though, Tristan was failing to see how staying could turn out to be quite that terrible. The whole reason they were staying was because it was markedly better here than essentially anywhere else in Dalmasca. Barring only perhaps House Asheron, and few here had direct experience as part of House Asheron. Even House Lancaster, while it had certain members that weren't so bad, had horror stories passed around.
Given over half of House Lancaster was here, Tristan was going with, there was a reason why.
Tristan held his hands up, there at the end. "I wasn't saying tell him if you haven't," he said. "I was just asking if you had. I thought that might've been what this was about, but, apparently not. Then again, it's not like he's an idiot, maybe it is." It wasn't like Tristan knew what Kassandros had and had not figured out. But, as intelligent as he was, he was also very blind to some things. Maybe he had missed it.
"Well, you'd know him better than I would, and probably have a better idea of whether he's figured it out or not, so I'll leave that one to you." It wasn't like he had any ideas what was going through the guy's head. Well... actually. Tristan frowned, slightly, as that thought crossed his mind. It reminded him, a bit, of their parents. Tristan was old enough, he remembered things like that, hushed arguments Sandalio had probably long forgotten, but for some reason, had stuck with Tristan. It was debatable as to why, but the why didn't matter. He remembered their father never really liking it when their mother ended up fighting. Not because he didn't think she could or believed she wasn't a good fighter, but more because he knew that other people were good fighters, too.
The problem, of course, with being a decent guard was, sooner or later, you were gonna get hurt doing it. It was kind of the nature of the beast, and so long as Sandalio and Lycaon insisted on being decent at their jobs, that threat was always there. No. Maybe Kassandros knew, maybe he didn't. Tristan didn't think that had much of anything to do with it. That'd explain why he seemed to take issue with them being too good at their jobs.
"You know though," Tristan started. "The problem with guards that are good at being so is, they tend to get hurt eventually. I think, maybe, in his awkward way, he's having trouble making sure you're not gonna die on him while still respecting your personal agency. Unfortunately, the two are not exactly aligning with each other. So... maybe he's hoping, now that you're free, you'll just go, either for Estelle's or my sake, and solve the whole problem yourself." Unfortunately for him, well, that plan just fell through.
Okay, so here's the deal: I found the thing in the back-end. I found where it's going wrong. I don't know why. (No, I have no freakin' idea why that breaks.)
In short tl;dr form, basically, the system will check to see if you want alerts and then set up the alert stuff to send you one. Cool beans, right? Right. Somehow, somewhere in there, it starts failing intermittently. So I made it stop checking. If you are watching a thread, you will get alerts, period, no matter what you tell the system. This does not matter, because this server cannot send emails, anyway.
You won't get multiple ones for the same thread, if you don't read it in-between, but you will always get alerts, even if you turn them off. If you don't want alerts anymore, delete the thread from your watches, because turning alerts off no longer works! Now, there's an important thing to note here, if you don't get into the thread and read it, it won't reset to 0, and you won't get another alert for it if someone posts again later. So make sure you're actually reading the thread when you remove the alert if you want more alerts later.