Family
And how long do you plan for us to stay here, may I ask? In this end-of-the-world inn, in this end-of-the-world hillfort? With Avarrs?
Don't you shrug at me like that, I am your mother! I deserve an answer, and one that is spoken and clearly, mind you. I am not one of those injured fluffy creatures you keep finding and nursing back to health wherever we go. 'Tis getting troublesome, you know. People do talk.
Yes, that goes into the stew. Just a pinch, mind you. Also some thyme. These Avarr have no concept of how to make a decent stew… not quite unlike some people I knew when I was young…
Yes, I did mean your father. I have never seen a man to thoroughly ruining anything in a cookpot than him—you definitely did not inherit those skills from him. Stop snacking off the cheese, the innkeep will kick us out if he finds out. 'Tis all well if the cooks have some of their own fare on occasion, but your unwholesome and foolish devotion to dairy products from the inn's stores…
Maybe later. When we're done here. Albeit I do not think I would be inclined to share any tales tonight. Mayhap I will just sit by the fire and listen to you, this time.
Yes, daughter. I like you singing. You always had a beautiful voice. One of these days, maybe all Thedas will hear it.
Yes, I am rambling, forgive me. Why, look at me, almost like your father used to, come think of it.