If it's any consolation to Nathaniel, Loghain looks as enthusiastic about this debriefing as he does, though less pissed. Mostly he resembles a man who has been on his feet for a solid sixteen hours, and will gladly take a seat across from a Warden who wants to verbally eviscerate him if it means his bones get some rest.

He sits.

"Warden Howe," he replies in greeting, almost marvelling over the title in his reply. There's a touch of admiration there, too. Then he clears his throat. "Apologies for arriving without sending word ahead, I... was unsure to whom I should announce myself."