Being a dwarf, with the Inquisition, in Kirkwall, meant that before she could go and form connections or run off and get in trouble, or whatever she would normally do, she had to help with red lyrium.

Several of the hired dwarves don't say much to her, but a few of them punch her shoulder like a comrade and suggest drinks afterward. They've no quarrel with dusters, but some are more wary of those who come from Orzammar. Or they're just dicks who want to do a job, get paid, and move on. She can respect that.

She hasn't dealt with the stuff much herself. It's warm. And it gives her an unsettled feeling, something that looks like lyrium but very much is not, some corrupted version thereof. Something Stone-forsaken. She says this, just once, to one of her fellow dwarves, and one of the ones who doesn't say more than two words to her scoffs in her face. Aren't they all Stone-forsaken? The tone implies he finds it foolish or childish to even bring up the Stone, and she starts to wonder if she's going to have an issue with surface dwarves.

So she doesn't tell any of them when she spies something that might be of value and tucks it in a pocket or in her cleavage. Rachette has no compunctions against looting from the dead. The dead don't need it anymore, while she could use the money that selling it off might get her. So long as the checks after shifts don't find her loot, or require her to explain said loot, then everything should go fine.

Except for hauntings. Holy shit, fuck that noise completely and entirely, ghosts are not okay.