Still, sitting behind her big desk the young woman appeared professional enough. Her hair was mostly pinned up with a pair of gold combs. Stylish, gol...-rimmed glasses perched on her nose. She wore a plain white blouse and a conservative gray suit jacket that looked properly academic. "Well, I guess, like, uhm, since you're here, like," she said, clearly flustered, "I'm like, really glad to meet you." She rose to her feet and extended a hand."Likewise," Mrs. Baxter said insincerely, but then her. And you know that I’ll never abuse you guys,” I assured the three ladies.“Think that we’d take you to bed if we thought that you would, Master?” Natasha winked at me now.“Yeah, whatever else we know about Master, he’s an infinite improvement over Dad. We loved him, but we didn’t like him as much as you might have guessed. Sure, he would spoil us, as we said, but that was to buy our affection and bribe us after he’d abuse us. He never could get a grip on his rage and it wasn’t all ‘roids, though. ‘Really?’ ‘Yes. Speaking of Francis, let me see how long she will be.’ Patrick called his wife on his mobile phone. Benjamin only hear half the conversation. ‘Hey dear. … Yes, Benjamin is here. … We’re enjoying some quiet time by that brook. … No problem, I can make dinner. … I love you too. Bye.’ Benjamin cringed at that last part. ‘What’s our plan?’ ‘Francis needs more time to work on the briefs. I’ll have to make dinner. Sorry to cut our time at the festival so short.’ ‘It’s fine. I saw. .. ?"Aedan shrugged sheepishly. "As, erm, distasteful as this is, it's actually a good sign. The tavern was full of nobles who are sick of Loghain – the lies, the civil war, his apparent inability to even keep Denerim safe – they kept toasting Alistair, and he really didn't have any choice but to drink. Turns out even a sip at a time can be a little overwhelming after a while."I rolled my eyes. "Well, I'm not carrying him. Think you can get him back to his room?" 'M right here, you know,".