[Distracted from the conversation by that slither of movement out of the corner of his eye, Bull turns with a sigh. Of course those pests aren't dead. He has half a mind to hack clear the whole patch of fauna, so he doesn't end up with his ankles tangled together again, but it's probably better not to go... destroying property on a whim.]

Shit, not these guys again.

[Her second dagger seems to do the trick, the tendril recoiling as if stung by the strike. Just for good measure, Bull steps over and chops the offending vine clean in half with a single-armed swing.]

The Qun doesn't really 'speak' to people, exactly. It's a code the Qunari follow. [Ah, damn, here he is. Talking about it anyway.] It defines their whole society.

[A rougher, hard-voweled quality enters his voice. Their society. Not his, not anymore.]

What about your name? Does it mean something?