"One would hope," Teren snorts, but Orlais is persistent. If greater Nevarra ever learned a lesson from past experience, no one shows it." Another stoke of the fire, this one a bit more violent. But as quickly as Teren's temper flared, if that is what just happened, it calms again.
"I've long been tired of their games," she mutters, "why else would I be in the middle of the woods with this lot of feckless idiots." She nods toward the tents of the sleeping Wardens, and even in the darkness is unable to conceal the subtle glint of affection in her glance.