"Wouldn't doubt it. Would explain some of them, that's for damn sure."
Finally Bull cracks something like a smile, though it fades quickly as she presses on. She had to ask, didn't she? He's quiet a long time, jaw working silently as he wonders how to explain.
"...well, most of them are slaves, for a start. Here, they get mistreated, sure. Shoved into alienage slums and treated like second-class citizens, but in Tevinter? They're property. A magister might decide he needs the upper hand on a rival and kill a half-dozen for a ritual, without a second thought. Or he might decide he needs company."
The way that word is stressed is purposeful, as is the look that follows. He's not elaborating there. She doesn't want to hear it, even if she asks.
"Took out one of the Vint bastards once on a raid back in Seheron. Elf he brought with him to keep him occupied? Eight years old. And no one blinks an eye. His property, his right."
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Finally Bull cracks something like a smile, though it fades quickly as she presses on. She had to ask, didn't she? He's quiet a long time, jaw working silently as he wonders how to explain.
"...well, most of them are slaves, for a start. Here, they get mistreated, sure. Shoved into alienage slums and treated like second-class citizens, but in Tevinter? They're property. A magister might decide he needs the upper hand on a rival and kill a half-dozen for a ritual, without a second thought. Or he might decide he needs company."
The way that word is stressed is purposeful, as is the look that follows. He's not elaborating there. She doesn't want to hear it, even if she asks.
"Took out one of the Vint bastards once on a raid back in Seheron. Elf he brought with him to keep him occupied? Eight years old. And no one blinks an eye. His property, his right."