The Plot, Much Like My Vomit, Thickens

So we just got completely fucked over out of the money we were owed by the captain of the guard. Valerie's getting ready to leave, when all of a sudden-

We're interrupted by possibly the only woman in Kirkwall uglier than Aveline.

GAH!

No Aveline, she's thanking you for the time you saved her from being ambushed by bar tab for the last guy who got drunk enough to sleep with her. What do you think?

Half of the "witty" options are just stating the obvious and expecting people to find it funny I guess?

I've spent like 3 days trying to parse the logic of this chain of events and I just do not understand it.

Valerie's laser-like focus hones in on the one remotely comprehensible part of that sentence.

Hey, you know what could have solved this whole discrepancy really easily? Opening the goddamn satchel.

But anyway, Aveline's bloodhound-like nose (which complements her doglike face,) has picked up the scent of corruption!

Valerie attempts to dissuade her.

Okay, so we've established he's a bad captain.

Valerie persists at trying to sway Aveline from her Serpico-like quest for justice so that she can pursue loftier goals, like raising enough money to go graverobbing in ancient dwarven tombs.

SPOILERS: this isn't actually about justice, just getting Aveline laid.

Okay, I'll go put that right at the bottom of my "to-do" list.

On the way out, Aveline and Merrill have an enlightening discussion of dalish social hierarchy.

Tee hee hee!