You just keep getting more and more interesting, darling.

[ She grins, trying to recover some of the more lighthearted mood. Then catches the bartender's eye and taps her empty glass, asking for a refill. She's not trying to brush off his sympathies, exactly. It's just a complicated and sort of heavy conversation for a first time. ]

Yes, well. Lots of places are nice.

[ She doesn't have much to say about what she would wish on her worst enemies because, well, she's unleashed the red lyrium on the world and that is... pretty bad. And possibly Blight related. And not something she wants to bring up with a stranger who could possibly turn into a friend.

She chokes on her fresh ale when he comments about the Archdemon. ]

Wait. You were there? At the Battle of Denerim?