A bigger force is not always better. [ Cassandra lets out a sigh before sitting down across from Krem finally. There's a weight off her shoulder as she sees the way his frame all but lightens as she gives him her opinion. ]

[ There are things Cassandra shouldn't ask, but wonders about anyways. ] I would like to ask some questions, if you would let me. They are not... official. [ In the Inquisition there are many people who have faced certain death but to explain why she wants to know about those occurrences is uncomfortable, a subject of her past too many people care about and a subject she wishes no one to know. Krem isn't entangled with the Inquisition the same way the rest are. She doesn't need him to look up to her, even if she would prefer it. They're Iron Bull's mercenary band, they're here for gold, not moral. Maybe one day she would be able to speak to the Inquisitor about such matters, but it is late and Krem is here. ] They are personal questions.