"Gah, cut the prissy noble bunk. This trip's shit enough."

She wrinkled her nose up at him, then kept the expression in place as she started trudging through the snow again. Bowing and servicing like she needed that kind of mess. Better to let a thousand fantasies play through her head of mage-kabobs and roasted bitch and all the many creative ways she could make a cave explode into a nice, warm burning inferno. Then dance around it, cackling, as feeling came back to her feet and ears.

"There's reasons I never left Denerim much last time I was here. Not any kind of living, is this? Frozen, terrible..."