[ ding ding, you win, it's a rifter. the side-eyeing he's been getting hasn't been something iorveth feels particularly perturbed about, the only section of people he's really concerned about making wary being those in the elven ghettos they're talking about. ]

Any group of people have traditions and stuff, it comes hand-in-hand with community. There is a reason I'm asking the Inquisition, rather than standing on a box shouting it out to the slums. [ Because he doesn't fucking look like a trustworthy person, and he has terrible people skills. Speaking of, there's a brief pause, pensive, before he adds - ] I can't really tell if you're calling tradition 'shit like that' or mass murder.

[ Could be both, he's not assuming. Another pause, because he's digging through what he remembers of the history books he's been pouring through for the words the voice brings up. Deep Roads - blight, darkspwan, undead things. As for the other. ]

Orzammar... Dwarves, right? [ His thoughts touch on Mahakam, but it's a different place, different world, different tragedies. ] Must not be very personal an offense, if they're only tossed out to die with no one watching.