Tal smiled at her assumption, nodding. It was correct that Qunari were misunderstood. Perhaps the most misunderstood? He wasn't sure if that was just a sweeping statement, after all Elves didn't have it easy either. Both races were partly to blame, the Qunari keep to themselves and never really communicate with other races unless they show interest in the Qun. And Elves, they still blamed humans for what happened centuries ago. Tal didn't understand why they couldn't let it go and why the Qunari couldn't just get along with everyone.<br/><br/>But who was he to question their ways? He was just a Tal-Vashoth.<br/><br/>"We are, though I think maybe I deserve it." He chuckled, crossing his arms. "I wiped out an entire noble line. As mercenary work." He explained, looking over at her to see her reaction. He wasn't really ashamed of what he did, the nobles he had murdered were awful people who did awful things to others less fortunate. "It didn't take much. Nobles never really learn how to fight and they're too far up their own arses to consider the possibility that someone, somewhere out there doesn't like them very much." He added, looking up at the ceiling of the thaig.<br/><br/>Ester slept for a while, which was strange for her. It didn't take her too long to wake up, however. She was startled from the dream she was having. She had pictured the illusion of her parents all over again, except this time she was part of it. She helped her father with his bow, describing a Dalish pattern she thought he should carve into the edges of the wood. Her mother had agreed with her, naturally. It didn't take long for the image to fade away and Ester's eyes opened wide.<br/><br/>She blinked a couple of times, adjusting to the dim green light that the veil fire provided in the house. When she turned her head she was surprised to see Mesaraih in the bed opposite, fast asleep. Why had he come in here? She wondered. Perhaps they wanted to keep an eye on her, though she thought she'd proved herself by now.<br/><br/>Shaking the thought from her mind she stayed on her back, looking up at the ceiling. She moved her hands so they were positioned behind her head and tried to not let her thoughts stray to the old man and the children. Or the blood magic. Or the cage she was left to rot in. What was there left to think about though? The only other place her brain would take her was to how hungry she was, she really needed to find food soon. If she didn't, she'd have to... Eat the deer Mesaraih had brought to them days before. If there was even any deer left. Even the thought of it made her nauseous.