"Any point in raising your friend -"

"She's - not real. And not - strategically important."

Nod. He keeps walking.

They head into the dining room. There are supposed to be three off-duty guards playing cards who ask for more wine, which is something she pretty much knows how to handle.

This dining room is full of hundreds of people, some Fereldan and some Osirian and some Tevinter, holding a lavish feast. The room is improbably large, with a ceiling that stretches high above them. Elves wearing very little are waiting tables. The chairs are differing heights. The tallest chair is empty.

Oh for fuck's sake. 

Can he see Fazil? Mahdi?

Nope! 

He heads for the exit.

Three guards step in to stop him. "Your grandfather requests that you remain for the feast, your grace," one of them says, as if speaking to a toddler, which is the last time he had to be told this. 

       "He's not here," Hagan says impatiently. "My entire family is dead, remember?"

"If you don't comport yourself with dignity, you can't leave after the feast either, your grace."

"His grace needs to - "

     "Did someone ask you a question, knife-ears?" says a different guard, this one Tevinter. "And what are you wearing? Find your uniform and get back to work."

She pivots toward Hagan and whispers. "Too many to fight, do you want to go along with it or try to bolt - "

Several people take issue with this and take hold of her to tug her away from them. Hagan snarls at them. 

      "You have to sit down and eat dinner, your grace."

"Fine. I want her to go to the wine cellar and get me some wine."

Well, if people will let go of her, then she'll head to where the wine cellar normally is.

Nope see now this is the house where they were attacked in Tevinter.

Well.

She backtracks and checks whether there are other elves who might be able to help her find the wine.

"This is your fault, you know," says the first elf she asks. "The pharaoh was very happy before you came along. Everyone hates you and they're going to die because of you."

"I'll bet."

She grabs wine off another elf's serving platter and heads for Hagan.

Hagan looks very unhappy.

She'll... give him the wine? Is she supposed to kneel when she's giving him wine? She seems to be doing that.

"What happens if we die in the dream?" he asks when she does.

"I don't actually know but I'm laying like fifty-fifty odds we die in real life. Since - if we kill spirits like this the spirits die, so I think if they kill us we maybe also die."

Nod. 

"Do you have ideas."

"If my cleric spells work I could probably drop almost everybody in this room?"

"They might? They - it's really hard to predict but it makes sense for them to affect dream stuff even if they can't tell you what's actually going on in terms of whether this is a dream - which I think we have by now established - "

"How do we check that -"

"I don't know? Is there anything you can cast on me right now?"

He reaches out to touch her. "Bull's Strength."