[ disgusting ]

There was a woman, blonde; the last that I saw enter in company. We've enough of Corypheus' lot in cells. Skyhold may know something.

[ a pause. the sound of distant flames, a shout. what do you say? how do you convey your appreciation for the gesture of a moment, for the reliability of a a steady compatriot — daresay, companion? ]

Do not let them promote Voss.

[ nailed it. ]