Aella grins, and lifts her mug. “Long live King Bhelen. May his rule be long and may Orzammar stand against the Blight.” She hopes the Blight will be over soon, she hopes that she can bring an end to it, but the dwarves are on the front lines more than anyone else, with the Deep Roads. Even when there isn't a Blight.

“I think I can arrange that,” she tells him, impulsively. “If you need a guide. I’m your girl.” It’d be nice to be useful again. To do something more than explore Vasari and get into trouble. Not that that might not happen while showing him around, but it wouldn’t be her only reason for roaming the forest. This time.

“I stayed here, actually.” She laughs. “Still am. Haven’t seen a reason to move elsewhere yet.” She might get a place of her own one of these days, but she likes the inn, likes the tavern. And their owner.