Those of the few that were never meant to be part of the Order, but the Chantry chose them and chose them poorly. The mages have become abominations and slaughtered thousands of innocents over the centuries. Do you wish me to lay their crimes at your feet?

[ His head tilts to the side to turn his ear more to the mage, before moving to take his seat down next to the fire. He removes his gauntlets to hold his hands out in order to warm them -- not really waiting for an answer. ]

You've certainly come to the wrong place if you are not looking for trouble. [ A beat. ] The Hinterlands are filled with rebels of both sides. We're doing what we can about them, but it seems more continue to crawl out of the ground.

[ Stannis frowns, then, as he looks up with an unimpressed stare. ] Going to find some other hill to die on, mage?