"So prickly." He shakes his head and does his best not to grin. "I'd hate to see the response if I dared to suggest I enjoy your company along with your usefulness."

He took a moment to orient himself and pointed southwest. "It's not a straight go. Some of the scrub is impassible and there's rugged terrain. As long as you stay roughly headed in that direction, eventually you'll start to see a few outlying farms. I...wouldn't recommend showing them that medallion of yours. Rural Marchers can be a little..." He holds his hand out flat and rotates it a little from the wrist back and forth. "They don't like any foreigners. Hard to say who they hate worse, Tevinters or Fereldans."