Amazing and beloved uncle? That's probably going to be true. Adasse is pretty cool, and he is good with kids. And Haelan hasn't got any other siblings, real or adopted, who can out-uncle Adasse. He doubts there's many people that could, anyway.

It's easy to be Bad when you're poor. Normally you're Bad because you're dirty or you don't speak weez ze ryeet accént or because a rich person wants a fumble with you. Being Good means always being at Chantry and giving everything you have to people even worse off than you and then dying of cold in the middle of the night. Only posh people can afford to be shades of grey.

But he and Adasse are clearly on the Good side. Despite the pickpocketing and the small time cons. They can't be the Bad Guys. It's obvious.

Haelan slips down onto a chair, then picks up his pint. The beer here got better the more of it you drank, so he might as well start now.

"Yeah but if they catch you, they aren't going to let you go with a slap on the wrist." It never did any good to piss off Orlesians. They liked to make sure people stayed punished. And unlike Adasse, Haelan wasn't so good at getting out of sticky situations. "Not if you've called them a mother-humping nug lover. They'd probably not even hand all of you over to the guards."

Besides... "And if the Inquisition heard about it, I don't think they'd be happy either."