He nods faintly. He knows very well where blame is being placed, and he has heard the rumors of the trouble spreading. It's frustrating. They can barely contain Kirkwall. If the madness spreads, there is no telling how many innocents will die in the wake of it all.

A small line forms at the center of his brow. He doesn't like the thought of this man trapped here without the coin to go and performing duties for no recompense. "If you find yourself in need when the time comes, you can approach me. I'll do something for you. I'll not leave you hanging in the wind when it's blowing so ill."

He still doesn't fully understand why he's here. Can it truly just be empathy for the plight of the mages? "I know the others are grateful for you. You've helped their confidence. They feel safer." It's something he can't provide. Many of them still associate him closely with Meredith. That mistrust will take time to erode, if he ever can.