Dezrith was slightly late to the door of the room, but it seemed he hadn't missed anything important. They were after swords. They wanted to take the noble's lands back. And then the madame said a name. Highever. Naturally, the Tevinter mage had no idea where this Highever was located, but knowing its name was enough for now. From there, Dezrith's curiosity was more or less satisfied, as he turned to the main hall just as three men walked into the door. The twitch of the middle finger - archer. Eyes darting with pursed lips - tracking with deadly intentions. The one next to him with lips just as pursed, palm curled backwards with open, bent fingers - daggers. Two more men stood up simultaneously, making brief eye-contact with the three before breaking off. All had the sun-kissed olive complexion of an Antivan. Conclusion? There was only one possibility. "Crows." he muttered to himself under his breath, slipping the tray with the shitty ale on one of the counters before promptly making his way to the room he had just been spying on with the fastest tip-toe he could muster, slipping open the door and shutting it behind him.<br/><br/>"I'm sure whatever you were doing must have been incredibly important," Dezrith began with nonchalant sarcasm, eyes wandering the room, paying special attention to the windows as he searched for one that had footing he could climb down on - he would jump if he had to, but he was intent on avoiding as much bodily harm as possible, which was why he was making the jump to begin with. "but you have crows in your establishment, madame. At least five, likely more, from what I learned in Starkhaven. And I have no interest of being caught by a stray arrow- do none of these windows have a ledge or anything?" he ended with annoyance, interrupting himself as he finished assessing all the exit points.