If Thedas had the Simpsons, Cedric would recognise the sound of unhappiness coming from the elder.
Ol’ Marge squints at the young man. True enough, he’d fixed a roof and been around some, but she still gives the young ones sent to the Gallows a disapproving glance. There’s judgment aplenty in this NPC.
The door is shut in his face.
There’s (deliberately) audible conversation about how very human, non-Starkhaven, and not one of a list of specific names that she lists, that Cedric may or may not recognise.
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Ol’ Marge squints at the young man. True enough, he’d fixed a roof and been around some, but she still gives the young ones sent to the Gallows a disapproving glance. There’s judgment aplenty in this NPC.
The door is shut in his face.
There’s (deliberately) audible conversation about how very human, non-Starkhaven, and not one of a list of specific names that she lists, that Cedric may or may not recognise.
It’s a moment before it’s opened again.
“What do you do over at the Gallows?”