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Alistair smiled weakly at him ''Thank you, Drake. I mean, really, thank you. Here I am completely alone... if it weren't for Macha... poor, poor Macha, having to hear me while I was ranting and whining as always''

He drank what he still had in his glass and put it back with the others in the counter, feeling much better now.

''I think I'll give Nygozy some time to think about what we talked... and then I'll try talking to her again. Meanwhile, I'll see if I can manage to drag Eamon here in two days. Tomorrow is impossible, I have two or three meetings with ambassadors'' He rolled his eyes ''Sometimes I wish Anora had kept the throne''

"What about Zevran? He likely tells you what he thinks, if you ever ask him." Drake heard a harrumph sound from somewhere in the room and smirked, "I see you do not that often."

Drake patted Alistair's shoulder once more, "It is no problem, Alistair. I am sure that you two can work something out." He walked to the door, "And that Eamon will listen to reason. I keep wondering why you didn't give the throne to Anora though."

He opened the door and walked out, closing it behind himself then looked about for Calliara. She was gone. Great. That meant she was pissed at him and would likely be even more upset when he told her any news. Well they were bound to have a first fight sooner or later so he might as well get it over with. Drake sniffed the air then went off to find her figuring that Alistair would come out soon to deal with his impostor problem.