Oh sure, 'specially for a Warden. Even if we're lucky, tends to start dropping off after not so long. Hazards of the job. [He's not that old, for a person, dwarf or otherwise. He's very old indeed, for a Warden.] Ain't lost my stonesense yets, though. Helps that I takes my turns through the Deep Roads, I s'pose.

[Took vows, come out of Orlais... but never quite got rid of that Dusttown drawl, just tamped it down under something respectably neutral, where it mattered. Then something occurs to him, and Barty has to ask;]

Wait now, you wouldn'ts be going by the name Sister Sawbones, woulds you?