"To honor their memory?" One word and that subtle tension eases immediately. Vashoth. Raised without the Qun. Doesn't know better. Probably still going to go mad and get herself killed one day but- the nonchalance makes sense now. Probably less likely if she's concerned with honor even in death, but. Some things are inevitable. It may make the next bit of conversation awkward. Issa takes a sip of her ale, setting the mug down carefully (everything is so small and fragile in the South, honestly). "Orders from the Arishok and Ariqun."