He holds his hands out in cartoonish mimicry of a person sneaking around a corner. Bruised eyes, pale, a little ragged, yes, but he's not dead yet. And still in less trouble than Zevran, whose wine glass he steals. That's probably against some sort of rule, stealing wine from the Herald of Andraste.
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He holds his hands out in cartoonish mimicry of a person sneaking around a corner. Bruised eyes, pale, a little ragged, yes, but he's not dead yet. And still in less trouble than Zevran, whose wine glass he steals. That's probably against some sort of rule, stealing wine from the Herald of Andraste.