In the corner, Grim stirs, but only long enough to roll onto his belly and continue snoring. Alistair finishes his drink and kidnaps the brandy bottle for later.

Where is everyone? If the Commander himself can safely duck out of the Council for a time, it stands to reason Alistair would see at least a few familiar faces scattered about. But as he heads back to their quarters...nobody.

Something's not right.

Alistair stays in the house just long enough to plonk the brandy bottle on the nightstand. Ostensibly, he'll head over to the market to see if there are any books Cullen might appreciate. If he happens to overhear any gossip in the meantime? All the better.