"You don't think my life was all Breach and end of the world, do you? Before this, it was a series of jobs, some better than others. Those are the kind of tales I have, and they're not that different in scope." Korrin shrugs, not about to pretend anything different when she regrets nothing about the life she's lead until the Inquisition.

"And no, the damp doesn't bother them much, but wait until we're stationed in the desert somewhere. That's when I'll be itching and complaining and using up horn balm until it runs out all too soon."