[Korrin raises her drink at that, a soft huff escaping.]

I won't mourn the twitchy ass, though it'd better happen in such a way as to make a martyr out of him. I won't the Templars use him as an excuse to lash out at us, whichever 'us' that might be.

[Elves, mages, whatever. The only ones that might as well stand in their own right now are the Grey Wardens.]

You know, next time I'm assigned anywhere, I think it's come to insist on my own tent. Last time I had to deal with him. Though I'll admit, it was pretty funny for him to catch me changing and then flee like his ass was on fire. I just don't need a repeat.