So the subject to that last post was a lie :O
Lalin's heart went out to Falina as she watched her embarrassment. That had certainly not been her intention. The young dwarf wasn't the only one in the party that couldn't read. Lalin knew nothing of Orzammar or of their Dust Town. She barely even knew Falina and certainly not enough to know that the girl had been a product of a slum just as she and Dolain were. She gave Cormac a grateful look when he snattched the letter from the Dwarf and presented it to their leading Qunari. She didn't want to embarrass Falina further and she didn't really want to embarrass herself by having to admit to these strangers, these humans, that she couldn't read either. An education hadn't been her priority when it was hard enough to get food in her stomach every day. But having to admit that in front of these humans stung her pride.
Karashok read from the paper but Lalin didn't understand. She looked to her companions, but they too seemed as though there were confused. The letter was just too vague to draw any real sort of conclusion. Then the human cut in and the elf who had approached her snapped at him. Slavers. Lalin's heart clenched tightly in her chest. Her own brush with slavery when she had been just barely old enough to understand what was going on had given her a healthy fear of the Tevinter slavers. There was more speaking, the girl's confession that she had agreed to the trade, the shock on the leader of the humans face. It was obvious he had not known about this. She stared at the girl. Trading money for the lives of several living, thinking beings. Lalin knew the bite of desperation of what it was like to wonder where your next meal was going to come from or to wonder when was the last time you ate at all. But never had see been so desperate for money that trading with the Tevinter slavers would have tempted her.
She very nearly spoke when Dolain caught her attention. She frowned at him, but it was more from confusion that disapproval. She saw the wetness to his eyes and knew this couldn't be easy, but she didn't expect him to leave. Which was exactly what he did. Lalin scooped up his bow and called after him, "Dolain, wait!" Lalin's heart clenched in her chest but things were passing too quickly. She couldn't stop to follow him. She swung his bow over her shoulder next to her own and picked up his quiver as well. Then, because she knew that Dolain believed, she sent a quick prayer to the Maker and Andraste. Please keep that idiot safe until I can get his weapon back to him...
Lalin took a deep breath and turned back to the group. "We can't just let you go, you understand," she said, looking at her own group, eyes landing heavily on the Grey Wardens, trying to discern their opinions on the matter. "I believe that you," she looked at the large man who seemed to be their leader, "had no idea she had done this. I believe you're telling the truth... But we can't just let her walk free."