The Human dining alone pulled Ariadne's attention. He was swathed in the scent of ink and parchment, reminding her of Aden's scent back home. Surely, someone that engrossed in their work wouldn't miss a roll or two.

But ask or snatch? That was the question.

Ariadne drifted closer to his table, weighing her probabilities as best she could. It was harder to do in Thedas than it was back home.

Still. She held many of her old principles firm.

Ask, she decided, straightening to her full height of five foot two and pulling down her hood as she approached.