Her options are really the bedside table, or the desk with the maps spread out across it. Loghain watches her, the hand not holding his tea slipping into his pocket.
"Was it a long journey, then? Where'd you come from again?"
"Yes," he answers her, sips from the mug, then goes on with, "I've been making my way eastward from the Western Approach since the coup in Weisshaupt, I believe."
Her assessment of his surroundings seems a little unconventional, but he decides not to remark on it. Instead, he asks, "Were you present, for that ugliness? I spoke with one of your number on the road here who witnessed it--Anders." There's no judgment or hostility in his tone, though it is understandable that if anyone were to accept Anders on his own merit, it would be a man equally as hated as he is.
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"Was it a long journey, then? Where'd you come from again?"
"Yes," he answers her, sips from the mug, then goes on with, "I've been making my way eastward from the Western Approach since the coup in Weisshaupt, I believe."
Her assessment of his surroundings seems a little unconventional, but he decides not to remark on it. Instead, he asks, "Were you present, for that ugliness? I spoke with one of your number on the road here who witnessed it--Anders." There's no judgment or hostility in his tone, though it is understandable that if anyone were to accept Anders on his own merit, it would be a man equally as hated as he is.