Hehehe.. I really couldn't resist :D
Athenril wrinkled her nose. "I forget how bad Lowtown smells. Ancestors, what smells like cabbage?" Bethany raised an eyebrow.
"It's probably our Uncle's house. We never figured out why it smelled that way, but it did." Athenril's eyes widened and she gagged. Bethany giggled. "You get used to it after awhile."
Ah, The Hanged Man. It smells even worse than Gamlen's place, but it is a lot more fun. It's the place you go when you want someone to shout your name and welcome you over to their table… and after doing that, you learn it is probably best to ignore them. Woe to those who learn the hard way!
Despite having her companions there, Aviene was still glad to go. The Hanged Man was like a second home to her.
"Four Fereldan Meads for us! Put it on Varric's tab!" Corph nodded and immediately added
"For you, Mistress Hawke, it's on the house." Aviene giggled as she tried to remember what Isabela said whenever Aviene was called 'mistress'. Something to do with her age. Right now Aviene was a little to drunk to think straight. This probably explained why there was this guy in really weird armor over in the corner. It said 'N7' on it. There was this other guy; wait, not a guy, a thing, and Aviene thought she heard the other guy call him 'Garrus'. The other guy, whom Garrus called Shepard, mentioned something about 'Normandy' and 'Reapers'.
"Guys," Aviene slurred to no one in particular, "I think I'm a little drunk… We should leave before I fall of the seat and break my head." So Aviene and Co. left to scout the Crow's warehouse and to hopefully sober Aviene up. Well, sort of sober her up, because Aviene was never really sober to begin with.