"I'm not planning to go bearhunting, you know," But Sorrel stands up to follow, amicably enough, "What I have is fine! Besides, how am I gonna pay for any of it; think they take undried elfroot cuttings?"

He's nervous, can you tell? All the rumors agree on one thing about the Inquisition, at least: it's big. All those humans... He'd gotten through Denerim well enough, but traveling as a stranger wasn't the same as being expected to-to be part of something.

But Sorrel had come here, after all, on purpose.

"Lead on, then. I'm with you."