A wistful sigh at that lovely thought. Korrin tends to savor her grudges and the Venatori have gone out of their way to ensure they're on her shit list for all time. "One can only hope. I'm not about to trust they'll be that useful, honestly. All they care about is restoring Tevinter's 'lost glory'; you know, the glory that came at the expense of everyone else. Besides, anyone who'd trust an ancient darkspawn magister to do that for them is already pretty far gone." She huffs and holds back from further ranting because really, she could do on much longer if she ignores restraint.

"Ah, that explains it. I try not to spend time at the Gallows unless it's for work or...well, this. It makes me miss Skyhold's hot springs, those were much more convenient. I didn't need to take a boat ride for a heated bath." She reaches up to check her drying hair, then reaches for a towel to pad it and prevent it from dripping. "If this Dragon is a Reaver, that could explain it. I've heard stories about them getting more dragonish as time goes on. Or a Reaver wannabe, that happens too. There was a qunari one called the Iron Bull that joined the Inquisition for a while, but at least he had the horns to go with it."