He sips again at the cordial, and runs a finger idly along the rim. Zevran's offer seems to startle him. "Oh, no, I couldn't. You've been more than kind already. I'll enjoy this glass."
The Inquisitor's smile fades a little. "Most nights are sleepless," he answers absently, then sits up a little straighter as though remembering himself. "Ah, that was rather somber, wasn't it? We've had some successes so far, so perhaps more soon." The loss of Haven had been painful, and looms over his head. Between the corrupted Red Templars, and the memory of the future he had experienced with Dorian, Lasulahn has had little reason to celebrate, and much to keep him awake at night - aside from the miserable cold and closed-in stone walls.
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He sips again at the cordial, and runs a finger idly along the rim. Zevran's offer seems to startle him. "Oh, no, I couldn't. You've been more than kind already. I'll enjoy this glass."
The Inquisitor's smile fades a little. "Most nights are sleepless," he answers absently, then sits up a little straighter as though remembering himself. "Ah, that was rather somber, wasn't it? We've had some successes so far, so perhaps more soon." The loss of Haven had been painful, and looms over his head. Between the corrupted Red Templars, and the memory of the future he had experienced with Dorian, Lasulahn has had little reason to celebrate, and much to keep him awake at night - aside from the miserable cold and closed-in stone walls.