"The Blooming Rose... quite the name." Rili sighed, rubbed his fingers through the curls that draped against his ears and neck, and continued in a soft tone, "Doesn't sound like something you want to catch."

He took one step and stopped to look at his tunic. It was not moist with a day's earnings but it was stained with oils and dirt nonetheless. He shrugged his shoulders and entered the brothel. His eyes darted in all directions, his hands went from each other to his shirt without rhyme or reason, and his torso twisted aimlessly as looked for the Qunari. Indeed, he may as well have entered a brothel for the first time.

"Damn it," he muttered. "Get yourself together. A bipedal bull. How hard could it be to—ah." 

He spotted the Qunari, and another, along with an elf, two dwarves, and humans, one of them plump and small. Adorable, he thought with a jest, I always wanted a little sister. He cleared his throat and advanced, though not without maneuvering around patrons and the scantly clad, a couple of whom momentarily stole his attention. He recollected himself and made a quiet addition to the group.