“Rude,” says the man beside her, an elegant fellow with the drawl of the most useless sort of Fereldan noble. If poor Felicity had passed through Denerim on her way here, she might have been unfortunate enough to have met the type.

Despite that chastisement, though, his manner seems cheerful, almost approving. “Besides, if you’re not more specific with your criticism, they’ll never figure out how to improve it.”