[It's the first time she's been able to put her bard training to use outside of Skyhold though truth be told, it's the history, the politics, the smaller details that she has to hone; life at home prepared her for this, it made sense to make it a formality, to make a formal declaration to the Inquisition.

In a way, she supposes a little sadly as she tests the edge of one blade with her thumb, it sealed her fate too. She has turned course and she could go back but she knows what it would mean if she did. It's better this way, she thinks, lifting the blade slightly and catching his approach in the polished surface as she sets it down in her lap again, shifting to make room.]

We will all be living atop one another these next few days I think. [A girl slips over, too young to be one of the whores but a daughter, a cup of brandy passed to Araceli in exchange for coins she presses carefully into her hand with a smile. More than the value of the drink but well, this is almost home, let the commonfolk speak well of the Inquisition when they depart.] You do realise that the whole point of a brothel is such to 'infringe on space' as you put it?

[She feels the need to say it quietly, sotto voce, since he has a hand marked as hers is after all, and she knows exactly how little any of them can afford to stand out, especially when whores gossip.]