"A mercenary band out of Denerim," he replies, then adds, "though I believe our captain has signed on with your Inquisition."

It's not too much of a stretch to assume she's part of that ever growing, ever reaching organization; he knows enough about the state of the world to know what it means to see a person who glows like the Fade itself is trying to leap out of their skin. He grows contemplatively silent; this isn't the best location for this discussion, is it.