Lukaer nodded to the Warden and glanced around, looking for Enchanter Thais. She saw her, for just a moment, disappearing upstairs. He spared a moment to hope she found a quiet spot. “She’s already upstairs, Constans. Probably wanted to get out of here before they started calling for the blood of everyone they could accuse of being a mage.” It had probably been a smart movie on her part. None of the people still gathered in the bar looked to be the sort that would listen to a woman’s pleas if she had no one to back her up.
His attention, for a moment, turned to Alderic and Rhocanth, who seemed to have a bit of a problem on their hands. For a moment, he almost made the decision to wade into the fray and offer his help. It had been, after all, his and Mat’s intention to offer their services to the Grey Wardens. But now Constans was here and Lukaer’s loyalty would always be to his family first. And while he had no doubt that Constans could take care of himself (though he didn’t know how a man without a personality could have any sense of self-preservation), he would feel a great deal better when they were out of the line of fire.
“The rest can take care of themselves,” he said, a note of finality in his voice. There was no use arguing, though he doubted his brother would try. “Come on, Constans. We’ll wait for them upstairs. It looks like they’ll be joining us soon, in any case.” And with that, he readjusted his grip on Constans’ arm and guided him to the relative safety of their rented rooms. Though Lukaer did keep the door open and paid very close attention to the tone of the murmurs from downstairs.