The Friends? Don't poke them. It's tempting—because what else can you do—but don't. Never know what you'll get. Because Red Jenny, she's been around a long time, she's everywhere, and she hits hard or she hits light, but the choosing isn't up to you. You want someone to get their desserts, save your coppers for a moral Crow and know what you're getting. —Notes from Ser Keiter, a traveling merchant, to his son, Erbal —Anonymous —Recommendations of Captain Varn, private militiaman contracted in Denerim —Interview at a Montsimmard tavern, no name given —The scattered notes of Bann Markal