[That gets Anora to look at him now, listening to him, examining him, before finally allowing herself a relieved smile. There's no telling where in Thedas he comes from, but it scarcely matters. In this place, they count as neighbors.]

If you think that of the taverns, you would love the court. When I was a girl, Prince Cailan had these wooden animals with wheels on them, big enough for him to sit on and scoot about. Late the night of the Satinalia Ball, the banns of West Hill and Amaranthine found a couple of them and held a very wobbly joust.