Colin hesitates for a moment. Then he hesitates for another moment. It's one thing to walk an elven woman home. Stopping, connecting emotionally and getting mixed up with her wealthy master, that's a much bigger risk. He's not just any working-class, solitary Fereldan in this city. He's an apostate. And he knows the he's gonna kill me mantra very, very well.

He takes a deep breath and squats down to be at her level. "Were you supposed to bring him this potion?"