Raylan was looking thoughtful, trying to think if he'd heard tell of anyone like that passing through. He didn't hear much news, though, and then the second thing made him roll his eyes.

"Andraste save us, not this shit again." He perched his hands on his skinny hips, glaring at the boy. Just a kid he may be, but clearly he could handle himself in some degree if he'd made it out here. "I'm doing just fine, and unless the Chantry has said otherwise, the Inquisition is no less of a rebellion than what's left of the fucking Circle. The minute Inquisition mages stop counting as apostates, I'll join up, and not before." Also, possibly, the minute it meant he wouldn't have to fight, but he wasn't as inclined to admit that he'd prefer to avoid combat.