[ thranduil takes the cup and breathes in the smell of the tea; takes a careful sip, doesn't twist his face up like the world is ending, and keeps in in hand while he rests the cup on the desk. ] It is best that Dorian Pavus and I keep a respectful distance. I am not fond of Tevinter.

[ and slavery would come up. thranduil doesn't want to give cassandra or cullen any reason to think of him as a threat- more than they do as is, and being unable to leash his tongue will bring only trouble. ]

Here. I am not sure how accurate the Mannish map-makers are, but [ he draws a small circle on the page with his finger. ] in this area. There is detritus from refugees, though nothing recent, and the firepit had not been used in weeks, if I was asked to guess.