[Maric whips around. There is a Fereldan woman behind him--the Mabari warhound gives that away pretty easily--but that doesn't mean he's safe. Plenty of Fereldans are on Meghren's side, both noble and common. The men who killed Maric's mother certainly were.
He decided to play it safe. He gives the woman what he hopes is a disarming smile (he knows from long experience that Ferelden's women are just as lethal as Ferelden's men), with no way of knowing that the expression is also one he will pass down to both of his children many years in the future.]
Right. Hello. I seem to be a bit turned around. If you could just direct me to...
[Where? The palace? Bit premature, really, since the Orelesian still sits on the throne that should have been his mother's and is technically his by rights. The city gates? Gwaren?]
...I'm not entirely sure, come to think of it. Lovely hound, by the way. What's his name?
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He decided to play it safe. He gives the woman what he hopes is a disarming smile (he knows from long experience that Ferelden's women are just as lethal as Ferelden's men), with no way of knowing that the expression is also one he will pass down to both of his children many years in the future.]
Right. Hello. I seem to be a bit turned around. If you could just direct me to...
[Where? The palace? Bit premature, really, since the Orelesian still sits on the throne that should have been his mother's and is technically his by rights. The city gates? Gwaren?]
...I'm not entirely sure, come to think of it. Lovely hound, by the way. What's his name?