[ Hazel eyes roll as he persists, but focus and narrow as he begins to make sense of the maps anyway. Settling on the location of terrible Warden secrets, save for one minor flicking glance. (She notices, anyway -- jury is out on whether that constitutes caring.) ]
Ah, is there where you keep them.
[ She tries to orient these lines and markers with what she remembers Orlais maps to look like, head tipping. ]
action.
Ah, is there where you keep them.
[ She tries to orient these lines and markers with what she remembers Orlais maps to look like, head tipping. ]
Let me guess. The end of the world?