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[janisthorn]

An exile wanders into the bar, carrying a loaded crossbow and wearing an animal skin that doesn't cover very much of her at all.

She has just bid farewell to a good friend and a great warrior whom she suspects will soon die in vain, so her mind is uncharacteristically elsewhere as she walks through the portal. It takes several seconds before she notices the change of lighting and the absence of foliage.

Leela blinks several times. Her eyes narrow as she hefts her crossbow to waist height and scans her environs.

"What is this place?" she demands of no one in particular.

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[janisthorn]

Her brow furrows. She thinks she knows what he's saying, but decides to repeat it just to be sure.

"So it is like a stream of fresh running water which you can start and stop as you wish?"

[igetthatalot]

"That's about the size of it," says Varric. "They've got these odd bowls of standing water, too, but I don't think you're supposed to drink out of them. They're low enough to sit on. I think they're meant as watering stations for animals, just not people."

Clearly, the management here is Fereldan. Nobody else is that enthusiastic about their dogs.

[janisthorn]

"That does sound odd," Leela says. "Those who keep beasts do need to give it water, but to give it a standing pond seems...excessive."

[igetthatalot]

"Well, Fereldans are pretty fond of their dogs. Most of them treat them like they're members of the family who're just inconveniently hairy and don't talk much. Maybe it's some way of their people." Varric shrugs. "At any rate, they've got clean water inside and outside- that room over there is a place you can get it, or like I said, you can go out back. Either one works."

[janisthorn]

"I shall fetch it inside," she says. "I would like to see some of this plumbing. Could you lead the way? I don't know this place well."