"So they deny a champion Andraste herself chose to what, further their oppression and denial of elves?" Nari asks, her voice full of incredulous outrage. Whatever increasingly tangled feelings she has about Andraste, the Chantry continues to climb her shit list. "Nuva Ghilan’nain then asa shud ove arsyl o’tarasyl, i dirash es'an in masa dur su an’banal," she spits what had been Sina's favourite curse out quietly. "Polite company."