He pauses before drinking, tankard on his lips, as his eyebrows raise in surprise and, frankly, a bit of skepticism at the long list of goals the Inquisition apparently had.

"Hm. Not a very ambitious lot, are you?" The sarcastic remark is said without inflection. He takes a drink, mulling over the lengthy list of, actually, very noble objectives. "I'm glad. The fighting's left the Hinterlands in pretty bad shape. It's good to hear that someone intends to offer some practical help to those affected by the war. Maker knows they could use it."