Lalin smiled at Conlan and told him not to worry as she moved away with Faer towards Karashok as Conlan and Hissra got their plan underway. “I can handle my own,” she told him. “Sneaking through the shadows isn’t hard. You’re the one that needs to watch himself. Be careful,” she said again, leaving him to the little girl at the slavers that she would lead them to. Had she been a religious woman, Lalin would have sent a quick prayer to the Maker. But she figured He wouldn’t appreciate it now, after she had spent so many years ignoring Him, whether or not He existed. Better to not risk it. They’d have to rely on each other to get out of this both alive, well and in possession of the information that they needed.
“Karashok,” she said, trying not to show her trepidation of speaking directly to the Qunari. It wasn’t her fault he was so big and she was so… not. The man made her feel like a mouse under the gaze of a cat, an uncomfortable feeling to be sure. But she was the Warden here, not him. She could handle this. He was supposed to look to her for leadership. Plus, she was only telling him what was going on. Not a task that should be too nerve wracking.
“Hissra and Conlan are going to go in, posing as members of Brethor’s group. They’re going to try and get the information we need out of these slavers. We want the leaders of this band, not whatever middlemen we’re going to meet now. I’ll be lurking behind in the shadows in case anything happens. If it all starts to go south, I’ll run and find you and Faer so we can rush in for a daring rescue. Alright?”