What if I did happen to fall out of the skies yesterday? [Snark, snark, snark.] I'll take the free pass and spare you the stories from my realm, lest you want to drown in ancient lore about axe-swinging, cavern-dwelling, bearded pygmies.

[The voice pauses, the snark losing its edge, coldness and flippancy taking its place.]

I don't accept dinner invitations.

[Sure, while everyone else is discussing their supreme knowledge of dwarves, he just points out the obvious while he's testing out his Sending Crystal for the first time -- particularly since Thedas's newest rifter is quite a bit of a hermit, thus far. People are most apt to run into him as a library-lurker, making himself at home in the most luxurious chair he can find with a massive book spread across his lap.]