I know, I know. I fully expect we'll have to kill a pack of werewolves and crown a new dwarven king before anything can be done.

[ Nothing is ever easy, especially when you're too polite (or politically savvy) to conscript your friends' soldiers and requisition their supplies.

He is emotional, though. And tired. If she'd like to believe, for now, that he wouldn't lie to her, there's exhaustion and disappointment and an endless song in his head to blame for the way his voice strains to sound gamely pleasant. ]

Of course, Leliana. [ sobs ] But if you want me to spy for you, I want a good code name.