And there it is —

Not the question, but the tongue behind it. What the Minrathousian upper crust is doing with a wheelbarrow in Kirkwall seems, you know, more relevant. Alais doesn't have a face composed for careful diplomacy; at the moment, she best resembles an owl presented with a particularly confusing rat. Head tipped one way, then the other,

"I brought it," Is stalling, really. "Are you...?"

What exactly.