mon petit baguette.
    A dead-pan expression ADORNS carved features ; nose wrinkling in near DISGUST.   Aela’s charm temporarily lost on the spymaster.  Scoffing, at the undeniable mounting amusement. Forgetful as to  how FORWARD the Hawke clan could be.         ‘  If you are BUYING the drinks— perhaps.Â
             A bark of laughter, unabashed and uncovered. Whatever noble blood courses through her veins has not tempered her brusque nature.
      ‘ Absolutely not! I’m practically homeless -- a VAGRANT! And here you sit surrounded by opulence. No, you will be buying the drinks. ’













