Put that down, it's not a toy

Her smile warmed as she leaned back comfortably. Nothing is comparable to home. Orlais is a poor amature when it comes to true scandal and fun. They think themselves so risque when truly they don’t have the stomach for the mess left behind. Too concerned with soiling their clothes than dirtying their hands properly.

Elgar’nan had upended everything from the top down. No-one had escaped his long reach yet fate had intervened, stamping out his conquest of the rest of the continent. We are indebted to the one who snuffed him out, it’s still unclear who, but then anonymity might be something they prefer. They aren’t a concern for now, increasing our numbers is and I can trust you to further it. I may even have a name for a potential for you.

Any assistance in making this a circus is appreciated. I can’t rely on my Father’s past escapades because he’ll expect that. A diversion could work? Perhaps a group of terrible minstrels. The idea of some mariachi band sweeping into the ballroom had her snort a giggle. It wouldn’t be enough, but it was a start and she was sure her companion had ample experience in arranging the perfect distraction.

Her grin faded a little, leaning in after a moment, gaze staring off into the distance to reflect on his words. It’s… difficult. Lying to her by omission, but I can never tell her the truth. To do so.. would do neither of us any good and there are… bigger things at stake. Still, it was good to see her. While Zevran might not know the specific lie, it was evident in the young woman's expression that her remaining family were held close to her heart, even her flaking brother, keeping them in the dark was difficult, but necessary if they were all to live.