"Oh, he's not mad. He's just being blackmailed by an elf. It's a scandal of the highest order, of course, but all the shemlen are too scared to do anything about it." Lavellan says, and then stops. Hm. Lambert's drink seems to have had more of an effect on her than she thought. She gives Strange a small raise of her glass before taking another sip.

Oh, right, the qunari. "More of a philosophy. Something I don't know much about, in truth, but neither do most people. They just sit in the north, giving Tevinter hell and scaring all of the other nations just by existing and gaining converts." A pause, and because she remembers how Strange reacted to the idea of Circles, decides she's going to tell him about the saarebas. "They chain their mages up, sew their lips together. Sometimes they'll cut out their tongues if the qun feels like they need to."