The slender bones in Thot’s leggy are all mostly in the right positions, loose in their joints, claws curled, squeezed, and relaxed.

“People should be kind to each other.”

It’s the least anyone can do to not actively make the human or elf or dwarf or qunari experience worse for someone else than it already is, surely. He drinks, matter-of-fact for his own logic.

To the lowest common denominator of decency.

“How are your chickens faring?”