"Well, good job on being a lot more bearable than the nobles back on Thedas," Alleyana shook her head, "you've yet to wave a perfumed handkerchief in my face like an Orlesian," or call her a rabbit; one of the many slurs for elves on Thedas and the preferred one of Orlais, "or try to order me around like a Fereldan. And don't get me started on the Free Marches."

She picked up her drink and took a healthy gulp of it, not quite knocking it back like the first one. Look, sometimes the drunken mistakes engine needed to be primed.

"So what's your deal, then?"