A Drake in the Mix

Drake had to chuckle as she mentioned that he was tired and then reacted towards his former boss as she had. He smiled, strangely pleased with her reaction towards the man but did not let that last too long. Just long enough to pique his curiosity a bit more and to make sure he saw what he thought then commented that his tiredness was his own issue and that Garrol had nothing to do with his worrisome self.

-Most Dalish have reason to be happy with the care from the wardens at this time. Maybe not one clan but the rest should be thrilled with what has and is being done.

He ate as much as he dared and that was a fair amount as he was hungry. Not only that but the food was good but he could not figure out how this lovely lady could make such bland seeming stew better and much more edible from a few swift runs over it with whatever she'd notched up with her knife. Drake listened to what she said and nodded, shook his head or made a comment here or there about what was mentioned. The one thing that had caught his attention the most was the elven man Kai being asked back by the Crows and him leaving. It was something to do with his father but it still left Nygozy behind without a vicious bodyguard and a king lover at the same time.

-A bath? My dear that news alone could make me sleep happily for a month!

The fighter licked his lips and pretended that the outburst had never happened then turned cool eyes which still had a gleam of happiness for her to her face.

-If I may have that bath would you do me a favour and bring some of this meal to Garrol? He cooks so badly and will whine horribly about my taste in elven foods blah blah blah but I promise that he will appreciate it. And if he doesn't then I will show you my appreciation then kick his ass up a tree to make him think he were going to fall into the sky.