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[shri]

Only with you, honey drunk lover. [ Which is now what she is going to call him, for forever. But that is what it is. ]

No, but rather, I am looking to make space for someone a might taller than me, and I need to rearrange it. But I've really not much head for this sort of... frippery.

[wythersake]

Frippery. You're going to give me a complex.

Linen breathes, red looks cheap. May I assume that you're working with the Gallows?

[shri]

Me? Never.

[ A hum in agreement. ] My new quarters. So not to be a bother to anyone else.

[wythersake]

If you aren't bothering someone there's hardly a point. I do hope this isn't the Fereldan.

[shri]

Him? He's only pretty enough when he's bleeding.

[ A hum. ]

No, an Avvar woman. The tallest one.

[wythersake]

We're acquainted.

[ if there's a taller one he'd like to know where they've hidden her. ]

I don't know that you've made the wisest choice of accommodations.

[shri]

There isn't any here, that is for certain. She insists it's a fault of the lowlanders.