Getting Adasse back later is a real possibility. But Haelan will think about it later, when he's got some time to think up some really good ideas. Where to hide Adasse's trousers, or what to put in his beer. Or what to dress Coco in. Although dressing Coco in stupid outfits always backfires: whatever weird costume he puts the nug in, the nug still looks cute. It's a strange talent.

No one likes an apostate. You'd think with the Inquisition around, there wouldn't be so many out of control mages in the city. They might not actually be out of control at that moment, but without Templars around to keep an eye on them, there's no knowing what they might do. The attack on the Chantry, the only real home Haelan had ever known- is still very fresh in his memory. It's certainly not worth fighting an apostate. Or even sitting too close to one.

"You call that filled in?" Haelan looks his friend over, then shakes his head. "I don't see it personally. I mean, when people compare us? I'm the handsome one. That's what they say." He shrugs, as if this is simply a fact, he can't do anything about it.

He frowns, looking at Adasse with suspicion. "Cock-what?" He asks, as they head towards the Hanged Man. It doesn't sound too busy, but it's not that late. The place will fill up as the afternoon drags on. "Those Orlesians do some disgusting stuff. I don't care if it's fashionable, there's just some stuff you don't do with potatoes."