A redheaded dwarf.

Sat at the table, chewing on some bread and cheese, and downing an ale, is a friendly-looking dwarf with pale skin and reddish hair. Nestled on the seat next to her is a sack of tools.

"Are you Lady Dagna?" You ask as you approach, checking the slip of parchment Vivienne gave you before you set out.

"I'm not so sure about the Lady part, but the Dagna part? Definitely!" She answers happily. "C'mon, sit with me and have a drink!"

You slide into the seat opposite Dagna, but politely refuse the ale. After the Sapphire, you wager it'll be at least a couple of days before you can drink without it turning your stomach.

"So, I'm guessing you're from the Circle? That, or men's fashion in this part of the world is weird." Dagna jokes.

"Yes, I'm from the Circle. Madame Vivienne sent me to collect you." You explain.

"Probably a good idea. I've been on the surface for nearly ten years, and I still get lost. It's not like Orzammar at all. Way too... surface-y." Dagna explains. As she spoke, her words jogged a memory. You were sure you had heard of her. The Smith Caste girl from Orzammar who had made it to the Ferelden Circle on the good word of the Hero of Ferelden, and blown everyone away with her skill at enchantment and crafting. For whatever reason, the stories you had heard left out her cuteness.

"You won't have to worry about that this time. It's barely a day's walk back to Montsimmard." You assure the dwarf.

"Great! I can't wait to meet Lady Vivienne in person!" Dagna smiles. From her tone it's clear she's not just excited about meeting a prominent and ambitious Enchanter.

"No doubt." You say. "I feel as though I've come to know Madame de Fer so much more closely since my Harrowing."

You struggle to keep a straight face while telling Dagna it, thinking of that wonderful moment immediately after you completed the ritual. Your innuendo goes right over her head.

"But where are my manners?" You say. "I hope you can forgive my lateness. I ran into complications on the road." You offer. You neglect to mention said "complication" being that the road also led to a brothel.

"Don't worry about it." Dagna says, a reassuring smile on her face. "Of course, when I had to stay here an extra day with no money, I had to do stuff I'm not proud of for a bed..." the dwarf's eyes drift over to the innkeep. "But that's in the past, now."

You could scarecely believe what you heard. You'd never have suspected the bubbly dwarven arcanist of selling herself for a room.

"So, do you wanna set off now, or do you need a little while to catch your breath?" Dagna proceeds.

It's a difficult question. The sooner you depart, the sooner you're back to the tower. To Vivienne's praise, you room with Cole, visits from Catalina...

And yet, taking it easy for a while, perhaps even spending a night in a warm inn bed, preferably with a hot dwarf next to you, is tempting indeed...