Katari moved his attention lower from the Elf to the seated Dwarf who nursing an ale. The Qunari listened as the small man gave his name and a brief explanation what his skills were, Vavin a spymaster who apparently had a calling for trap making. Katari saw the need for people with these kind of talents, though it did make him slightly less trustful of the Dwarf. "Yes." Katari said indifferently to Vavin, not showing the usual pride or shame that most of his kind did when admitting their states as Tal-Vashoth. As others began to sit and drink Katari remained standing at the end of the table, not making an attempt to pick up the drink that was ordered for him or order another. He listened carefully, his eyes slowly scanning them, as each of the other members of the group gave their names and some insight onto what their abilities were. All of them seemed to have a purpose to play in the group, someone to rig that battlefield to their advantage, another to work as a vanguard, two rouges to wear down enemies, and a Elf to heal the wounded to get them back in the fire. Nicely balanced for a small group, though if their personalities would allow the to work together had yet to be seen. 

Katari looked over to the human woman who had seemed to be praising him, something he did have no experience with. "Yes, I once was Saarebas." He said flatly, though the name seemed to sit sourly in his mouth. "But I escaped from no Homeland of mine nor the Qunari." He said after, seeming to consider the words as he spoke them. "...Much needless blood was spilt in this one's escape. Many young lives returned to dust much to early." He said, his expression hardening even further.