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[ Grantaire is where he usually is, huddled off with his wine in the corner of a tavern somewhere in Wyver. He doesn’t seem to be too far into this endeavor, considering he’s plenty eloquent when he decides to make a speech to the network.
It’s less than rousing. It's mostly complaints. ]
All this talk of politics has made me weary, friends. To be frank, I hardly understand it at all. I have listened. I drink, it’s true, but I listen. My ears are far better than my eyes or my memory, and no one ever tunes their conversation to exclude the fellow enjoying his drink in the corner.
[ This much seems to be true, given how he’s been rambling at length and no one has bothered to silence him. There’s chatter in the background as people enjoy their own conversations, separate from him as he drinks from the bottle. ]
I have heard things. Things about how the first to wake were welcomed gladly by Olympia, and others still were welcomed by Wyver later on. My ears are fine and well, I assure you, but my mind is perhaps foggy. It cannot comprehend what happened to create this change. Politics. Surely that is the only answer. It always is.
[ He rolls his eyes, taking another drink. ]
Well, I’ll not partake in any of it. I have no love for one city over another, no love for a king over an empress. I do not disdain monarchy, though I do not disdain those who do. I simply disdain politics. Tell me why I should choose one side or another, or why I should change my mind on the matter.
It’s less than rousing. It's mostly complaints. ]
All this talk of politics has made me weary, friends. To be frank, I hardly understand it at all. I have listened. I drink, it’s true, but I listen. My ears are far better than my eyes or my memory, and no one ever tunes their conversation to exclude the fellow enjoying his drink in the corner.
[ This much seems to be true, given how he’s been rambling at length and no one has bothered to silence him. There’s chatter in the background as people enjoy their own conversations, separate from him as he drinks from the bottle. ]
I have heard things. Things about how the first to wake were welcomed gladly by Olympia, and others still were welcomed by Wyver later on. My ears are fine and well, I assure you, but my mind is perhaps foggy. It cannot comprehend what happened to create this change. Politics. Surely that is the only answer. It always is.
[ He rolls his eyes, taking another drink. ]
Well, I’ll not partake in any of it. I have no love for one city over another, no love for a king over an empress. I do not disdain monarchy, though I do not disdain those who do. I simply disdain politics. Tell me why I should choose one side or another, or why I should change my mind on the matter.

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What is it that you are looking for?
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[ Grantaire... ]
I'm still in search of of the best bread and coffee in the city as well. I would scour Olympia, but the last time I tried, I nearly found myself victim to a bonfire. Politics. It seems our conversation has come full-circle.
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I like to hear the opinions of others, though I have none of my own.
[ He likes to mock them sometimes, but in a friendly sort of way. ]
In that regard, I hope to find nothing else, truly, though I have a small hope that my friends will wake and join me someday.
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Although, political and religious opinions are not all the opinions to be had. Would you not say so?
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[ He contradicts himself so often, of course he can't be fully without opinions. The fact that he agrees with this man's sentiment at all, for example, is an opinion in and of itself. ]