As Valerius led the way to the private room, he could hear the telltale signs of somebody having had too much to drink and messing with the wrong person. Somebody in the room opposite the hallway they were in was making a ruckus, roaring about the 'Crimson Oars' or some nonsense. Valerius knew it was only a matter of time before the fool would pick the wrong wanderer to tangle with and end up permanently silenced.<br/><br/>As the two entered the private room, Valerius ordered himself a drink before sitting at one of the provided couches in the rooms sitting area. Reaching into his pack, he unfurled a map or Ferelden across the table, holding the corners in place with books and various bits of decor from around the room.<br/><br/>"My Lady, as you know this"- he said, pointing to the map's northern area, near the northern road to Denerim. "Is High ever, with Amaranthine closer to the East. Now, we have been traveling as far as Denerim"- he said, moving his gloved finger to the city they were currently in. "And that's where our trail goes cold. We know it was Rendon Howe who did this, but we cannot say why for certain. It is.... Reasonable to assume that Howe seeks to garner land and political power from his treachery, but if the rumors are true and he is under the employ of Teryn Loghain, it would be unwise to attack him outright."<br/><br/>Leaning back, he awaited his charge's response as he contemplated the situation. Howe, Loghain, King Cailan, the battle at Ostagar.... They were all connected somehow, but something was there that the old veteran just wasn't seeing.