Bigger and badasser. That makes her laugh, but the rest of it pricks her interest. She shivers and stretches like a cat, the gesture thoughtful, as if she were using her whole body to contemplate the idea. “There may be others. Gangs of Tal Vashoth...Tal Vashoth are rebel Qunari, to put it simply.” Well, to put it wrongly, but she isn't too fussy about the exact terminology. Whatever gets the gist across. “They don't follow the Qun, but that doesn't make them any easier to deal with. It does make them less organised. Easier to confuse and divide. We'd have to investigate first, to be sure the people I'm thinking of have the information we want.”

Then she pauses, grins. “But I do like to know the names of the people I plot with. I'm Irah; Irah Ad'laar.”