"Thanks, serah." The dwarven woman in Kirkwall Guard attire flashes a crooked smile Krem's way, apparently not caring about anything other than getting off her feet for a while. Setting down her gear, she plops down onto the seat gratefully and sighs. "Ah, that's the stuff. Kirkwall will have to stop fucking itself over for a while, my ass isn't getting up from this seat for anything."

Some ale, a seat and conversation. She's a simple woman, at heart.