If Beleth knew Alistair better, and if it wasn't Gavin--Cyril perhaps, or Pel, someone that hadn't just had a whole big heap of issues dropped on the clan, she might have joked. Dalish? What Dalish--That Dalish? Never seen them.

But with the way that Gavin has already been avoiding the rest of the clan, she isn't going to take that chance. Instead, she glanced to Alistair--The Alistair™, who helped King Cousland defeat the archdemon. Hopefully he wouldn't realize she was the one joking to Zevran about his attractiveness to elves. "Ah. Yes, we're from the same clan. Clan Ashara. Um--" She glanced at Gavin. Help. "--There's a few of us, in the Inquisition."

After a few moments, she went on. "...I've met the man we're looking for. He's kind of...mean. He kept yelling at me. And! I mean. He hurt some other scouts! So that's pretty mean. Um. In my opinion..."