"You know, I'm sure we could convince them that this is a truly noble sport somewhere - Orlesians are so very quick to seize upon the latest trend and the thought of them trying to duel with those? Sever the head and they have to use the skull as part of it for holding it too, almost like a rapier."

Araceli is honestly no better when she's been thieving, and Thedas has a truly saddening lack of rapiers.

Laughing again, she leans against him for a moment because she's so very fond of him. There aren't enough people here like Church that she can laugh with so honestly and be around so easily without making sure there's no agenda, just to be safe. "You will be honest if I ask you this, yes? Have you been drinking much tonight? Perhaps my sirena has been generous if she brought any of her maraas-lok with her?" Because Araceli really doesn't touch that if she wants to remember her night. Once was enough when it was just knocking it back until suddenly she forgot where she put her legs.