Aimil waved the waitress away even after the man before her ordered something, perhaps it was odd, by the look on the young wench's face but she said nothing of it. The woman slid into a comfortable spot and pulled off her gauntlets, they were well worn now and they clattered as they hit the table.<br/><br/>"Unwise," She repeated softly after he had finished, shifting noisily in her seat. "Any attack on any house is<i>unwise</i>, Valerius." Aimil tilted her lips downwards, almost into a scowl, but quickly she was trying to wave it off, the pinch of her eyebrows betraying how frustrated she really was. She felt bad for taking it out on him, he was faithful and more than a servant to her family, he was a loyal friend. It occurred to her there that she hadn't been the most kind of traveling companions. She had the decency to look pained, "I apologize. But we're so close, more waiting is just.." she shuddered, "unbearable."<br/><br/>"If Howe is working for Loghain then his forces-- the King's forces would be against us." The knot between her brows returned and she pressed her fingers to it. "We cannot take on an army."