A Favour for a Favour, a Drunks Edition

Her winnings now sorted and pocketed in the secret pockets of her robe Aoife nodded, the bows of her head exaggerated with the drink as she grinned at him. Usual boring stuff, I bet. I stand in some of those meetings, sometimes, even I nearly fall asleep in them. Snickering, she waved down the barkeep, ordering a mug of coffee, tea, something that wasn’t ale so she’d make it back to the Palace some degree of sober.

Again she’d shrug at her luck, Shame it’s in cards and not in anything else. Lady Luck is funny, or Varric just did a good job at teaching me, who’s to say. She’d lean an arm over the bartop, resting her chin on her hand as she studied the bar behind them for a moment before glancing back at him. How are you though? I know the Palace can be stuffy, but here’s not where I’d expect to find a King.