[ This is where he's supposed to divert onto some bland, true thing: That it's good that it's easier here. That there's hard shit everywhere, and Riftwatch is full of folks who run toward it. Bastien stayed for the ruins, dug the rubble, helped his neighbours; sacrificed. Rutyer's still here, with his bow and the picture of a little girl. They kill dragons, they end nightmares,

So this is where he should pass it back. But that's not why they're here. ]

Know folks saw it, but dunno if they get it. 'S been... well, been harder on the company men, I reckon.

[ Or half Orlais wouldn't have deserted. ]

Chantry spent too much to starve us. But my teeth're still loose, and time off's a joke, and I didn't have a lieutenant, because we kept losing 'em like some fucking curse; 'til no one wanted the job. And, well.

[ He's talking too much. A shrug. ]

Five years of that.