"Our commanders, and one of every kind of race in this place that I could manage, though I personally know no dwarf or qunari to trust with the information as of yet. But I will, in time." she blows out a sharp breath she held wetting her lips. "I was told it was unwise, but I disliked our commanders being the only ones to decide the fate of such a thing when they are half chantry aligned or pretending to be, or dressed up nobles."

Her distaste is plain, she has no fondness for it, never has. So few getting the choice for so many. "They disagreed, but it was too late anyway."

Isn't that just her way? And she knows it too. That little twitch of cruel mirth in the corner of her mouth that is part disgust but as much frustration. "You should have seen them, half horrified and hungering over the idea of eternal life. Fools."