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Orik did not let the surprise betray him on his face. She was the man's sister? Interesting...Although he had noticed that they both had similar features, it had not occurred to him...such a shame that such a beauty could be marred by her brother's actions. Ah, but he digressed even in his own musings now.

"Well, forgive me I offend, but you Tevinter types seem ta 'ave some strange tastes in entertainment. If I was 'im, though, I would na do something like that again, least na 'ere. The teyrn's just as likely to 'ave someone executed as 'e is celebrated." Orik looked at his feet a moment, his face as hard as the Stone from which it was shewn. "The bugger's a might bit bloodthirsty, 'e is. But 'e pays well."

Orik looked back up at her and smiled brilliantly.

" Ah, but lass, it shouldna be so 'ard to keep your kin in check. You look as though you can 'andle 'im fine. I-" He broke off as another of the runners came up to him and whispered furiously in his ear.

"Lyss reports that the rumors are confirmed. It was not actually Jowan that sent us the message. Someone else has it out for this lot, and they were probably bending the truth, ser."

Orik nodded and sent him off again. He turned back to Blodwyn.

"Och, sorry for the interruption, seems a fire's broken out in the kitchen, but you need not concern yourself, it's under control. So, you are from the Tevinter? 'Ow's it like there?" Orik was having a hard time keeping his face straight. The fool boy had reported to him right in front of one of the 'lot' he was supposed to be checking out! He would be docking the boy's pay later...The dwarf searched Blodwyn's eyes, looking to see if she caught on, and relieved to see no indication of such. But, this left for consideration...it seemed that he was wrong about Severia's purpose here. What else was he wrong about?