"A little Chantry outpost could very well be like Lothering, where you'd be called upon to deal with giant spiders, bears, and wolves. You might be better off dealing with the insanity of Kirkwall," she said with a grin.

She laughed softly. "There's no getting between a man and his meal, not that I blame you. You can blame me for making you late by refusing to give that letter you needed." And that was assuming their little soiree at the Blooming Rose got back to Meredith. With any luck, it wouldn't, though she was almost certain some rumor would come out of that night, even if it was a paltry one.

Raising an eyebrow, she paused as his fingers brushed beneath the cut on her face. She'd forgotten. "It doesn't hurt. It's fine." At least she hadn't been bleeding profusely. "But I should clean it up anyway before someone fusses." She nodded her head back towards the estate, reaching up for his hand. "Come on, let's have some now so you don't need to rush to go."