That got a good laugh out of her at the thought, enough to make her aware that she'd had more to drink tonight than she'd had in a while. She wasn't far gone enough to be tipsy, instead dangling on that pleasant edge of blithe and unguarded. She shot him a smile for it once she recovered. "And you tell good jokes. I'm so glad I picked the Templar with a sense of humor."

Her smile didn't quite falter when she shrugged, standing to stretch out her legs and to walk carefully in the small space they had. "I had a reputation for doing anything. I got work because people knew I'd work without complaint." She didn't advise other Fereldans - or anyone, for that matter - to follow in her footsteps. It just wasn't safe to be that desperate.

"If Kirkwall is built on top of some ancient burial ground or caves breeding monsters, then I'm washing my hands of the place and sailing out on the first boat. Even I have to draw a line somewhere." Oh, if only that were true. She had to take a pause before speaking again, distracted for just a moment as he almost spilled. "But the mine is safe for now. Every few weeks or so, we clean it out again and everyone's happy."