"I want a pair of those." Kaisa replies cheerfully, plopping in another chair. "Maker's ass, look at you, Nathaniel. All official and important, with your own desk and glasses and shit. All that's missing is a receding hairline." Once she feels like she's given Nathaniel an appropriate amount of guff, she leans back, expression getting more serious.

"I wanted to ask your opinion, I guess. On all the...stuff going on recently. And see where you stood on it. With..." She pauses, tilting her head. "Loghain, I guess, but also. All the other Warden crap." She waves her hand, a shadow passing over her face.

"I dunno. It's probably stupid. We can talk about trophy husbands, instead. I'm thinking of getting one. Or maybe three. Did you know there's a rifter here that has four wives?"