"You really can't." He cracks a laugh, idle petting twisting into combing and this is why he had the guards leave. What would they say to see their herald petting a Fereldan Warden like a particularly well behaved mabari? "I make no promises, but I shall try."

It is more than he can offer, truly.

"Mmm? Ah- among my inner circle as they are called there is a man that claims to be a Warden by the name of Blackwall. I had my suspicions of course. He sleeps far too well and does not eat near enough- and he speaks of the Wardens with such brightened, fairy tale idealism it made me wonder if he was fucking with me or actually bought the idea. Apparently? He does buy it because he's lying. Curious, that."