She needs them alive, for questioning more than likely. And she need not wonder if he got the undertone to her words, if the way his face darkens is any indication.
Slaves. He's seen his share in Tevinter-contested areas, freed his fair share of them. Some of them, like Gatt, adopted the Qun in the hopes of a better life. They'd survive. Some were too broken to understand what to do without their masters. A good portion of them had been little more than children.
His blood boils, but he stays where he is, only shifting slightly to lean in over the table and swipe the scroll. "We'll do what we can. Take it that doesn't go for anyone under them, though," he remarks, as absently as one might comment on the weather.
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Slaves. He's seen his share in Tevinter-contested areas, freed his fair share of them. Some of them, like Gatt, adopted the Qun in the hopes of a better life. They'd survive. Some were too broken to understand what to do without their masters. A good portion of them had been little more than children.
His blood boils, but he stays where he is, only shifting slightly to lean in over the table and swipe the scroll. "We'll do what we can. Take it that doesn't go for anyone under them, though," he remarks, as absently as one might comment on the weather.