OOT
Clara had helped to calm down Alistair a little and then she'd left the bar again to speak to the man in the not-wardrobe. She'd gathered a few books from her collection (some from Ferelden, some from home) and a few things for Morrigan's baby before she had headed out, so she imagined she looked a bit like a travelling salesman. Hopefully nobody held that against her.
She lifted a hand to knock at the door, hands clasped firmly in front of her (and her mage's robes). Hopefully someone was about.
She lifted a hand to knock at the door, hands clasped firmly in front of her (and her mage's robes). Hopefully someone was about.