"What, don't I look like I've got a tender touch?" Despite the situation and the scent of his own blood in the air -- hardly the first time he's had to deal with it -- Lambert manages a crooked little smirk.

"The Ringmaster decided I was better off put to work stabbing things. Or telling people to stab things." He shakes his head. "She was a zebra."

If Solas even knows what that is.