"That's fair," he muses. Sounds terrible to him. Sounds basically like the kind of life he'd have had if it weren't for an ass of a medic and the Iron Bull.

He considers for a moment, and then not for the first time decides he's glad it all happened to him anyway. If only because this way he actually has a prayer of affording some Hightown gold-filled mansion, though not exactly any day soon.

"Is it better or worse, with the Inquisition outpost here?" Call it morbid curiosity. The Inquisition attracts chaos, but it also does its share of good: as someone who was never in Kirkwall before any of this, he has to wonder which outweighs the other for someone who presumably was.