I have been trying to maintain my friendly and personable tavern lass attitude, but I swear on Andraste's supple arse that if I have to read one more instance of hand-wringing and wailing from people who have clearly never been hungry for more than an hour or two and don't seem to understand that the bloody dragon attacked our home, I am going to lose my mind entirely.
Whew. Sorry. Needed to say that. I feel slightly better now.