Open-Tavern

It was cold. It was really fucking cold. Kaisa is Fereldan, they can handle the cold, but her Fereldan pride in the face of chilly weather has been blown to shreds in the constant snow and chill of this sinkhole of Orlais. It's little surprise that she winds up in the tavern a lot of her time, her dog cuddled up on one side, and a drink on the other. She's open to chewing the fat with anyone who wants to talk, and friend or stranger alike will be greeted with a smile and a lift of her mug if they come near her.

Garris-Skinning snofleurs

You can't skin animals with a giant sword. This is an unfortunate truth of life that Kaisa has learned after many years of traveling the countryside, having to provide for herself. So a dagger is procured, and she takes it with her to the pile of dead snofleurs, giving it a rather irritated stare before sticking it in her belt, and grabbing one of the stupid beasts, dragging the dead body onto the tarp provided for the grisly task.

Still, it could be worse. It could be dead people she had to handle.