This is the second time in a week someone's mentioned the Dalish clan to him. Talin has half a mind to be annoyed—do they all think all Dalish like each other? That there's no inter-clan conflict? Have they never considered that he might not care to meet a group of total strangers?—but he knows that annoyance has more to do with himself than Cedric or Bene. Yes, he does want to meet this clan, and correctly assuming that is not a crime. It's just annoying to be predictable.

"I'll have to keep an eye out for them, they might have news they're more willing to share with a fellow Dalish than humans. Even ones they like."

But never mind clan talk—this is far more interesting. Talin doesn't even bother trying to hide the intrigued glint in his eye as he leans forward.

"I'd hate to pry," is a sentiment he should at least pay lip service to, probably.