"Hm... both. My people don't have names, but we get job titles when we're older. We don't have parents, either. We have tamassrans, and you get a number when you're born. But when I was about the age I was when you met me, my tamassran started calling me Ashkaari, and it was special to have a title at such a young age. She knew I wasn't destined for the army. Too smart, too quick-witted. When I was old enough, she sent me to the Ben-Hassrath for training. Ah, spies and sort of an internal police force."

Bull adjusted his hold on the back of groceries. He was keenly aware of Greta's shifting expressions, but he was also aware of the guarded tension in her shoulders. Whatever was on her mind, she didn't want to deal with it right now. That was fine; he could talk about himself.

"The Iron Bull is a name I chose. Uh... When one of my people chooses to leave the Qun, we call them Tal-Vashoth. You're more likely to see Tal-Vashoth on the mainland. When I became a spy, I had to create a cover story. The Iron Bull was it. My Qunari title was Hissrad."