"I suppose it depends on how you're alike," he said. "There's something to be said for compatibility, but when it hits areas like stubbornness and duty, it can lead to some rocky relations. I believe if I were a guard or Aveline a Templar, we wouldn't butt heads at all."

He handed the bottle back to her and decided he was in the mood for another ale. He stood and carefully made his way toward the front where they were stashed. "Ale?" he asked.

"I can see that, too. Never in one place for long. It suits you." For as settled as she was in Kirkwall, he knew she wasn't in that mansion of hers much. She had admitted it herself.