[ that is a voice she has not heard in years! not since the vigil had been over-run the 1st time by the withered and his goons. solona isn't sure how to feel. angry? sad? or if she should just ignore him completely. ]

[ how can he act like this is a friendly visit, though? she straightens herself and turns around to look at him, her face schooled to calmness and neutrality. it's hard to upkeep. ]

And you've divined this simply through the art of observation, have you, Alistair? I can't say that I much care about his opinion on my intelligence.

All I want is to exchange this blighted gold for some credits.

Now to what do I owe the honor of being in your Royal Presence?