Merrill greets him with kindness and sunshine, and Iorveth reflects her smile back. She's one of the few Dalish to be so openly accepting of him, being a Rifter, regardless of how Elven a Rifter he is. It's refreshing.
"Barkley." He chuckles, crouching down to hold out his palms for the pup to sniff at. "How very appropriate a name."
It's pretty adorable. If the dog decides Iorveth checks out, he'll give him some ear scratches and petting. Good puppy.
But he's interested in how Merrill mentions she's an unusual case, and Iorveth had met plenty Dalish at Arlathvhen that he doubts would let something so key to their culture into a human city. There must be more to that story.
"How is it you find yourself in a changed position now? Even the Dalish within the Inquisition don't keep aravels here."
ahhh mine too mine too ;;;;
"Barkley." He chuckles, crouching down to hold out his palms for the pup to sniff at. "How very appropriate a name."
It's pretty adorable. If the dog decides Iorveth checks out, he'll give him some ear scratches and petting. Good puppy.
But he's interested in how Merrill mentions she's an unusual case, and Iorveth had met plenty Dalish at Arlathvhen that he doubts would let something so key to their culture into a human city. There must be more to that story.
"How is it you find yourself in a changed position now? Even the Dalish within the Inquisition don't keep aravels here."