"She'd fucking love me, don't be so rude, old ladies love me. Look how skinny I am, they always want to go feeding up poor waifs and that's what I am under these furs." He's just not going to go stripping off up here because he's very attached to his nipples thanks very much. "We don't go to Rivain unless it's really urgent, respect to Nasir because he has to go scouting about alone. Same as your lot wouldn't be going off to Seheron. Or other bits of Rivain, bits of Rivain are all Qunari now too. Makes trading hard for the family."

He means the Carta when he says that, sometimes it gets muddled when he can be referring to three separate families at any given moment (Aura and the hold, the Boneflayers, the Carta) for anyone that isn't him and used to the juggling.

There's a punch aimed at her. Not very hard because Korrin would probably go for him back just as hard and he's not really in the mood for it right now but he can't not. "Nah, y'know when there's a foul wind? Not that kind of foul wind? Just a normal one, like when there's a weird lingering fog that makes everything smell odd and stuff? That's Asher. Honestly, read a book." He learned this shit Korrin, disgraceful, listen to him tutting at you like some old Chantry biddy.