runawaydalish
“Have you ever tried bananas from Par Vollen Tav?” The old woman asked, waving one of the yellow fruits in question around. “These Rivaini ones are bitter in comparison. I wish we had better connections with Qun exports...to bad all the Qunari up there are insane. My son used to get them from a Tal-Vashoth in his little mercenary group. I miss proper bananas.”









