The kitchen staff take exception to such theft when we're only cutting through there as a shortcut.

[Crunching the fish in three quick bites, he immediately shoves his nose into Merrill's hand and then, because he is a shameless lump of fur, shove his whole face into her neck. Araceli can only look on and maybe this is how he greets Dalish elves because he's been just as bad with a few others so far.]

The library? Oh no, you have a ways to go to find the library from here. I can take you if you'd like, I know this place like the back of my hand. My right hand. The left has become something of a mystery to me these days.