a. war tent To be invited into the war tent when you're not an officer, when you're not even a Barrayaran, is something of a rarity. Even more so when the invitation is extended by the General himself, although where Piotr is concerned, it is more a command than an invitation. Most would not go so far as to call him hostile, but there is a certain brusqueness about him. More than anything, he has the air of a man stripped down to his bare essentials and dressed again in tough skin and a Count's title. He's no barbarian, regardless of what the Cetagandan propaganda may say, but there's nothing genteel about him.
He stands at the Barrayaran average of about six feet – and he always stands, rarely opting to sit. Gray eyes keen, fingers tented, he fixes the whole of his attention on you as soon as you enter. "Ah," he says, and does not offer a seat. "You're here. Good. I've got something for you."
He probably does not mean a present.
b. stables More often than not, Piotr spends his sparse downtime at the stables by the creek. He's usually accompanied by his wife, but today he's alone, refilling the feed troughs with what groats they can set aside for the horses. It's usually the work of whatever unlucky enlisted son of a bitch gets stuck with tending the stables, but apparently Piotr doesn’t mind so much. The man loves his horses.
Once the hard work is done, Piotr can be found tending to a sorrel mare on one end of the stables, humming vaguely to himself as he teases out the mats in her braided mane. The mare doesn't seem to mind, nickering softly. If you're looking to catch Piotr in a good mood, this might be your best bet.
c. wildcard Piotr can be found elsewhere around camp, running drills, conversing with officers, ruthlessly reprimanding any subordinate careless enough to goof off in his presence. He makes personal visits to the village as well, convening with the village Speaker Gura on more serious matters – but he can be caught observing the children playing in the snow with an actual smile on his face. Don't get excited. It's a very small smile.
General Count Piotr Vorkosigan (NPC - Barrayaran) | ota
To be invited into the war tent when you're not an officer, when you're not even a Barrayaran, is something of a rarity. Even more so when the invitation is extended by the General himself, although where Piotr is concerned, it is more a command than an invitation. Most would not go so far as to call him hostile, but there is a certain brusqueness about him. More than anything, he has the air of a man stripped down to his bare essentials and dressed again in tough skin and a Count's title. He's no barbarian, regardless of what the Cetagandan propaganda may say, but there's nothing genteel about him.
He stands at the Barrayaran average of about six feet – and he always stands, rarely opting to sit. Gray eyes keen, fingers tented, he fixes the whole of his attention on you as soon as you enter. "Ah," he says, and does not offer a seat. "You're here. Good. I've got something for you."
He probably does not mean a present.
b. stables
More often than not, Piotr spends his sparse downtime at the stables by the creek. He's usually accompanied by his wife, but today he's alone, refilling the feed troughs with what groats they can set aside for the horses. It's usually the work of whatever unlucky enlisted son of a bitch gets stuck with tending the stables, but apparently Piotr doesn’t mind so much. The man loves his horses.
Once the hard work is done, Piotr can be found tending to a sorrel mare on one end of the stables, humming vaguely to himself as he teases out the mats in her braided mane. The mare doesn't seem to mind, nickering softly. If you're looking to catch Piotr in a good mood, this might be your best bet.
c. wildcard
Piotr can be found elsewhere around camp, running drills, conversing with officers, ruthlessly reprimanding any subordinate careless enough to goof off in his presence. He makes personal visits to the village as well, convening with the village Speaker Gura on more serious matters – but he can be caught observing the children playing in the snow with an actual smile on his face. Don't get excited. It's a very small smile.