"Well, you've seen what Orlesians do with it. I don't blame you." The one thing he would claim he has in common with Fereldens without a sense of shame was the distaste for Orlesians. Honestly horrible people, he imagined. How did you trust people who wore masks all the time?

He thinks for a moment, drumming his fingers on the arms of the chair he is in. "What sorts of goods can we get? The herbs are running low and the healers could use more. Perhaps with most of the demons culled you could send more in the field to help rebuild, give them a purpose. They're a bit aimless and it's frustrating them."