The Gnawed Noble Tavern. Located in the heart of Denerim's Market district, this establishment of inebriation, this taj mahal of alcohol had been something of a Denerim institution among newcomers to the city and residents alike. As the heavy wooden door opened with a tired groan, the smell of vomit and spilled ale wafted out, assaulting the senses of anybody standing too close to the entrance. In this case, that somebody was Sir Valerius of Highever. His nose began to twitch, his brow wrinkling in a mixture of nostalgia and disgust- bars like this were common throughout Thedas, but it was only here in Denerim where the smells of an alehouse managed to combine with the smell of rotting garbage and wet dogs to form an olfactory assault that, could it have been bottled, the Qunari would undoubtedly have used as a new form of weapon.<br/><br/>Stepping through the doorway with his charge- the young Lady Aimil Cousland- behind him, Valerius awaited the young noblewoman's entrance as he scanned the room, looking for a nice, quiet, and preferably clean place to sit. Nodding to the bartender, who nodded back in response, the aging knight wasted no time in snatching up the chance to pull aside a comely young waitress. Depositing a single golden Sovereign in her palm, she smiled at the warrior before directing him towards a back room to the right of the bar facing away from the entrance.<br/><br/>With discretion he came back to his charge, whispering in hushed tones to the young noblewoman. "My Lady Cou-" he hesitated, catching himself. "My Lady Aimil, I have taken the liberty of reserving us a private room where we shall not be disturbed. We should  take the opportunity to plan out our next steps while we are here, ma'am." he whispered, eyes darting around to make sure nobody saw him.