Halamshiral is decked out in the finest of Orlesian decadence. Personally, Brennan finds it to be a little much, but he's just here as a guest. Granted, one that's spent half the night sneaking into private quarters and stealing far more blackmail material than he ever wanted to have on anyone, but at least Leliana was thrilled with him and he was pretty sure he was closing in what was really going on here.

Maybe. With Orlesians it was hard to tell just how thickly the web of intrigue was actually woven.

Of course, at the moment, his hands were rather tied since he was supposed to make another appearance shortly, so scrambling up another towering trellis was out until he'd put in the time in the ballroom, mingling and being seen and not at all acting like someone suspicious who was generally up to no good. Although his own impatience was making that rather difficult.

Spotting his Commander surrounded by a veritable flock of Orlesian nobles, however, gets a soft bark of laughter from him and a moment later he's crossing the room to see if he can rescue the poor man. Sidling easily between a pair of tittering young ladies, he cuts into the circle of Cullen's admirers with an easy smile. "I'm sorry, my lords and ladies, but I require a moment of my Commander's attentions. If you'll excuse us...?"