He takes it in stride, even smirking back, and gives his head a contrary sort of shake. Jabs like that glance off him now; he's been battered by far worse. "I suppose the night is still young," he replies.

And it is, more or less. There's still plenty of opportunity to bump into either Alistair or Nathaniel Howe, and he might indeed wish for better armour than the scraps he's assembled for his trek across Thedas.

"What's brought you here?" she'd asked.

"To make my report, as I said," he says, grimacing. "To account for my absence at Weisshaupt."