"Mabari may not be quite as revered here, but I'm counting on that. At least this isn't Orlais; their disdain against 'dog lords' would no doubt count against us." Aside from those yippy lapdogs, Orlesians seemed to recoil from anything canine. She can't be angry at their distinctive lack of taste, only pity them.

"We'll cripple him, eventually. He bested us with magic beyond our knowledge. Perhaps if we do the same, we'll be on more even ground?" There has to be something out there that a darkspawn magister wouldn't know about...right?