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On one side of the bar, a very much still-pregnant Morrigan is sitting as gracefully as one can manage to when one has apparently swallowed a beach ball. Her stomach is bare and she rests one hand against it thoughtfully, glancing out at the rest of the bar. Among the people she's met here, the one she has been least surprised about is the Warden. Although she can say that she counts the woman among her friends, seeing her here after leaving the group is more than a little awkward, particularly because of the child that she's carrying.
Bann Tabris, as she is known of late, is sitting as far away from Morrigan as she can muster it. She is reviewing some new complaints dropped off at the entrance of the Alienage with no small amount of displeasure -- she did not sign up to become the Bann because she enjoyed this sort of thing, but because she knew the place needed someone to run things.
"I'm going to need more ale," she mutters, mostly to herself.
Last but not least, Narcissa Malfoy staggers through the door looking vaguely injured. It's just a scratch, of course, but spell-induced scratches do tend to look more serious than they are. She lets out a heavy sigh upon finding herself in the bar and heads over to the counter for some supplies.
This might not be the Narcissa that most people are used to.