"You'll forgive me if I don't look to the Qun for safety."

In parachutes, or anything else. Enough said of that.

"There's a mine, seeded with red lyrium. A great number of the locals were exposed before its clearance." And the nomads have given them all a wide berth. He can't imagine the forward party of foreigners received any warmer reception, any verbal warning. "The Inquisition reports were classified. And the corruption can be,"

Absurd, the way he searches for the perfectly picky word:

"Pernicious."