Merrill turns the bowl over in her hands.
She's not sure if it is an Elvhen thing, or maybe if it's that Leandra never quite caught on to peasant life -- she doesn't know the woman well enough, or at all, to say, but sometimes the Hawkes say things like this, and it doesn't quite help the portrait in Merrill's head.
Point in fact: the story that Bethany is telling is clearly romantic to her, but it puts a sour taste in her mouth. Mages being paraded about at noble parties...
This won't do,she says kindly.
You need a stripping bowl -- it's got holes in it, and then you pull the herbs through the holes and the leaves catch in the bowl. It may be an elvhen thing, I'll see if I can rustle up a spare for you. It's fine, we'll just pick the leaves off with our fingers.
She's not sure if it is an Elvhen thing, or maybe if it's that Leandra never quite caught on to peasant life -- she doesn't know the woman well enough, or at all, to say, but sometimes the Hawkes say things like this, and it doesn't quite help the portrait in Merrill's head.
Point in fact: the story that Bethany is telling is clearly romantic to her, but it puts a sour taste in her mouth. Mages being paraded about at noble parties...
What, like a clown?She keeps her voice bright, if doubtful, happy to let this moment of rudeness be passed off as the stupid dalish elf who doesn't know how human society works.
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