[ Adriana again doesn't respond right away the way a normal person would carry the thread of a conversation. Instead, her steely eyes scan the room. Points of escape. Possible surveillance. Somewhere to sit that would support her weight. These chairs looked expensive, they'd notice if one of them buckled and snapped into a pile of sad splinters.

There was a thud and shudder in the hard floor like an tremor as she drops to a low half-crouch. Even then she could look clear over Varric. The Bull would feel small standing next her. ]

They're poachers. [ She said simply, as if commenting on the weather. ] People in debt or too drunk to stand go missing, no police oversight. I just waited for them to start sniffing around me.

[ She pulled a face, it was subdued but one with clear disgust. ]

They were not subtle.