[It isn't Marian that hears the visitor, it's Peaches. The beloved old mabari finds her footing and patters out to the source of the noise. Body tense and ready, while her master sleeps sprawled out, completely slumped from a night in Lowtown's best establishment. Whatever had been in the Qunari liquor had been good, good enough to put Marian out as soon as she was able to get herself in her room.

It's when Peaches begins bristling and barking up a storm that Marian wakes up, stumbling for her staff and bustling downstairs. Sure she lives in Hightown, but Lowtown habits die hard. The scene she stumbles upon though takes about three times the processing that she has available. A man--wearing god knows what--with a glowing blade (Was the buzzing sound necessary?) and Peaches just giving him a piece of her mind.

She opens her mouth and nothing comes out, closes her mouth, and opens again this time words finding her usually much sharper tongue.]

A friend at this hour? And a mage at that? I thought Wintersend was over and yet someone has brought me gift.

[She leans on her staff, being vertical is proving to be a lot harder than she had initially intended it to be.]

That is some very noisy magical blade you have there, but why don't we just...call this a night. I give you some gold pieces and we go our separate ways. Unless you're here to kill me which I guess that wouldn't be much of a gift anymore.