That sounds weird enough to investigate sometime, as even in Korrin's travels all over Thedas she isn't very familiar with such practices. (Or at all, really.) Shrugging, she rubs the back of her neck. "You know me, I like spirits...on the other side, doing their own thing and leaving me alone. Never really cared much for working with them, even the less assholish ones. Falling into the Fade only served to remind me why it's best to keep a distance."

Ugh, she hated that place, at least as it was when they fell into it. The Nightmare is only one reason, if a major one. Remembering that she brought back one of its tentacles and got to see Asher consume it brings out a twitch of her lips, though. "Still, if that's what she's set on, then she can show off for me if she likes. I'll support it, even if I don't get it." Just like she didn't get drinking dragon's blood or delving into berserker rages, but Korrin supports her friends that do because they look past her mage status and all the stigma that brings. The least she can do is give them the benefit of the doubt. "And of course I'm not going to break her. Andraste's tits, you should know me better than that. A friendly match is just that, and that's assuming she'd even want it."

The only people she never holds back with are fellow qunari and especially the Valo-Kas, because she knows she can't break them. Everyone else gets it slightly easier, but she won't insult anyone by treating them with kid gloves. If they want a win, they at least have to make some effort to earn it.

A wry smile forms, as she stares off at the horizon. "Haven't heard a peep out of Mal, good or bad. The only thing I know for sure is that the Valo-Kas haven't seen him. He'll come back when he's ready and not a moment before, but when he does, he's getting a smack upside the head for not leaving so much as a 'I'm still alive' message."