"A pack would be a mercy. Try... try armies." It's bitter, laughed ugly but then - neither of them are here for pleasantries. Because Teren talked straight as an arrow's flight.

There was a comfort to that, after all these years.

She blinks - Templars? Her head tilts back, and she straight begins to laugh. It's a deep, rich sound, and she's more herself. It crinkles around the corner of her eyes, lighting them up, bright and sharp and gold. "Me? A Templar? I don't know who would hate it more, Commander Wren or every other person stuck in the room with me as I burned the damn tower down."