"I am sure they shall be bereft, though you have the sense to charge. One would imagine." Which does beg the question of what she holds in her hand. "How much for this?" Coin or barter, she's dealt with both but she really is rather taken with it as she is with most interesting or shiny things.

(Perhaps she might have been a magpie rather than a crow.)

Laughing without a care for who might happen past be they Chantry mother, Templar or good little Loyalist mage, she leans closer. "Much history has been written by the Chantry. What they do not wish the world to remember they seek to sweep beneath the carpet if they cannot crush or stamp it out entirely, all else must be seen through their narrow eyes and ever more narrow little minds. An entirely useless sort of creature."