There are words there that Tavin doesn't really understand and after as long a journey he's had, on a horse as increasingly fed up of him and wanting to buck him off, kick him, or bite him whenever he tried to do anything, he nods politely as one should and files them away for when he's washed, slept, eaten. "You mean classification then, when you speak of their relationships and ancestors? A poor example but the dubious and tenuous positioning of what is commonly referred to as a nuggalope and where they might be related to the nug and others such as tuskets, snoufleurs though to be certain we can't ever entirely rule out the brono, the gurn, even the druffalo and the bogfisher though the people that believe the latter two were involved in nuggalopes aren't worthy of their degrees. The rifts though, it was on my way back from collecting observations on the phoenixes that I noted behaviours I'd never seen before, I thought it worthy of further study."

Not to help the people of Thedas, not really, even if they have to live with it but for science.

"I did indeed, my lady, truly a marvelous institution and the only one of its kind in all of Thedas though one hopes that Nevarra will have a rival to it so we don't have to suffer the masks and their brand of frippery. Entry into the university is something quite beyond the reach of the Inquisition, I am afraid."