"It's not my thing, but go ahead. What's a tavern without some pipe smoke in it?" Korrin takes another sip from her tankard, steadily unwinding from the long day though it would take a lot more ale before her sobriety would slip. Human brews don't often overpower her, and the less said about dwarven crap, the better.

The superstitious gesture doesn't go unnoticed, and she shrugs. "I'm no fan of the Imperium, but those stemming from it who've joined the Inquisition are decent folk...good-looking, too." She flashes a smile, needing a moment of levity. "As for strife, that already exists in spades. I won't bore you with politics unless that's what you want, but we have plenty without adding class-mixing into it."