After a few days filled with little but bear and bandit attacks, one Vashoth mage in particular is fine with one shift of dreariness. Past that and she'll complain, but it never hurts to get in a breather now and then. Leaning on her staff, she glances over to Meoni. Some Inquisition people still thought that every horned person in it knew each other. It's true that she knows a lot of them, but...nope, not this time. Unfamiliarity doesn't mean unfriendliness, though, and she smiles.

"Ever since the beginning, yeah. Korrin Ataash, of the Valo-Kas. Some of my company were at the Conclave, so I stuck around. Haven't regretted it so far."