[There's a brief twitch of her lips, though Korrin doesn't laugh as she usually might. Her mood is too sour for that, and she can't see it improving. A couple of tankards are before her and she slides one of them forward.]

So you can bribe your way into that with alcohol now? Sounds like my kind of Chantry. I'll pass on those enormous hats, though. You understand.

[Settling back, she sighs.]

I might need a reminder not to go charging into the Warden camp. Because the more I have, the more it'll seem like a good idea.