Piety, how provincial. Raised among Orlais' twin streams of falsehood and faith, it's difficult to shake a certain doubt in such sentiments — even if she admonishes herself for the thought. Vida is not without her own quiet devotions; it does not do to judge those of others.

"There is a saying, I am told, in the Western fields: Pray to the Maker, but raise your hands to the plow." As though she's ever seen a plow in her life. She sets about stitching. The point stands. "Do you intend to find work here?"

The Inquisition attracts many seeking such positions. Whether for righteousness, or the hope of square meals and a letter of reference.