[A redheaded dwarven woman enters the speakeasy sooner or later, sporting a casteless brand on her cheek. She's not alone, accompanied by an adult mabari that's acting as support since moving unaided is more of a hassle than she'd like at the moment. As she rubs her temple with her free hand, likewise looking for a quiet spot to just sit for a while, the mabari perks up and sniffs the air. He barks happily and suddenly the dwarf woman is without support as her canine companion heads straight for Leliana, wagging his tail happily.]
sorrow
Barkspawn, what the--get back here! Dammit...