“I have met few qunari, but I had always assumed that the horns were always a constant.” the priestess looked to the multiple spears in the stack grabbing one. It was very uncommon for her to use a physical weapon but when she did, spears were her favourite. She twirled the weapon in her hand as her eyes lift from the metal that glittered with the sun. The priestess was honestly surprised about it, she always thought the horns would be like the ears of the elves, a clear sign of race. It was clear that her assumption had been wrong “Yet, you do not have them.” the priestess moved away from the stack closer to where the Inquisitor stood. Curiosity burnt her tongue and her mind but the priestess did not know if it was a sensitive matter or if they simply never existed. Her lack of information about the Qunari still made her afraid to approach them.