"It's a keep, deep in the Frostback Mountains." One hand gestures in the general vicinity of the mountain range, though the hills continue on as far as the eye can see. "Sort of the base of operations for the Inquisition, though."

There was a pause at that question, innocent as it had seemed. A wry smile tugged across his lips. Are you a soldier?

If she knew the half of it.

But that's not a story for now. Maybe not ever. Depended on how things went, he supposed. "I'm a mercenary. Lead a group called the Chargers. We joined up with the Inquisition a few months back. Pay's good, and the fighting never gets dull."