Rabastan knew, deep in his brain where his thoughts weren't actually going, that it wouldn't be possible. They were in the Dark Lord's service, and that wasn't likely to change any time soon. But if they got the slightest opportunity...he would do it. His family would be mortified, but even his brother wasn't really entering the equation today. Later, he would realize all the flaws in this idea, but for right now, it seemed like the obvious option.
"Really," he answered with a slight nod. He reached for the bottle of wine and the corkscrew. "We could come back here. Or wherever we wanted."