You sweet, simple darling, you must be so new to the serving staff that you haven't had to suffer the crowds thronging the main hall. At least if an Orlesian steps on your foot, you can be certain that they meant to do it, but the lumbering Qunari and shuffling dwarves about will likely quickly disabuse you of your fallacies.

[ He spoke with the effortless air of an airy gossip, smiling and certain, a long-fingered hand gesturing mildly as he spoke. His smile seemed a sort of farewell, terse and smooth, and he turned to go with a swirl of dark and heavily embroidered clothing, stepping nonchalantly through the area which the other man had just been cleaning. ]