"Right, that!" he says quickly, taking note of the terms to write down later on when they weren't still on the move. Vashoth, Tal-Vashoth. Got it. The bit about the Free Marches catches his attention though, enough so that he's once more a great deal more interested in Korrin than he is about the humans around them watching a qunari woman and a tiny Dalish man walking through the little village. "Where in the Marches? We hadn't heard reports of mercenary activity nearby our camp at least, last I knew."