Running a gauntleted hand through his sweat stained hair Aleksandr entered the Golden Goblet. Despite being of noble blood (however how lowly) the young warrior felt starkly out of place among the richly dressed merchants and nobility in his dusty garbs and knotted hair. Taking a moment to curse the fiend who'd stolen his last good brush Alekandr made his way through the maze of tables and booths and trying to not bump into one of the many pleasant looking barmaids sashaying about the floor he found the Duke's room upstairs.<br/><br/>Upon being allowed to enter Aleks was a little surprised at the rather large ratio of women to men, but what really caught his interest was the Dalish. For a few brief moments the Fereldan lordling was lost as he finally got his first good look at a feral elf. Her scent, her garbs, her body were all so alien to a man used to the chiseled stone and thatched roofs of the human lands.<br/><br/>Thankfully the Duke's voice brought him out of his daze before he embarrassed himself. As the nobleman spoke of their journey Aleks had to admit to himself he considered the whole venture mad. Even with the last Blight freshly ended and the Darkspawn hordes culled for now the Deep Roads were still a dangerous place for dwarves, more so for surface folk.<br/><br/><span style="color: rgb(255, 140, 0)">"How many of your chevaliers will be coming along?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>