The jibe lands as good humor to her, and waves a hand to dismiss it with a smile. "It was different, with my clan." But she was still in a position of authority, no matter how different it was.

Ah, the Inquisition. Lavellan needs another drink for that, but finds her shot glass empty. "It is, or rather it was, a paramilitary religious organization created by the humans for the purpose of saving the world. I-- don't think it turned out the way everyone was hoping it would, since the person who ended up leading it certainly didn't believe in their Maker, and wasn't human."