[ Kitty hesitates a moment, debating deflecting the question and asking one of her own. But - only fair, right? You don't get anywhere peppering someone with questions and giving nothing back yourself. So. ]

Not a magician. [ A breath. ] Where I'm from, my home's like Tevinter, but...more. More so. People like me, people without magic, we're nothing to them. [ But. ] So that's what I mean when I use the word here. Commoners, meaning people who - they get looked at, and all anyone sees is someone to shove into a soldier's uniform and die on the battlefield. Someone to farm the fields, who'll probably die come winter, and oh-well-who-cares.