[What has he been doing? Nothing. Mostly. The question quiets Darras' humor a little, in as much as it ever quiets. He looks down at his hand, pressed against the table in the tavern. Lifts it so he can give his rings a compulsive turn around his fingers, each in turn. Plain gold last of all.]

Nothing thrilling.

[Keep it light.]

Errands. Little things. Kept an ear out for news. Left the other one t' be kept free for news of Tevinter.