Hey, he's not judging at all. Fighting wasn't Gorse's place, and that was alright by him. Qun-qunari and nice cogs and slots and all that. Gorse would have been a perfect Arigena cog, trusting in the Arishok ones.

...urgh, Qun brain in function. Taas buries that line of thinking deep down and instead loops an arm around the smaller qunari with a grin.

"Now you're speaking my language, kid! Let's have a drink!"