You make those Tevinter sound like a wondrous bunch. They've got a thriving slave-trade, a culture of extravagant arrogance, and apparently they are full of complete fools, too, baiting and summoning forces that put them in over their heads. [Because arrogance with substance is one thing. Arrogance with foolhardiness just makes you an idiot.] And blood magic, you say?

[Well, embellished or, ahem, slightly revisionist, perhaps... but at least Yngvi made the gist of the story simple enough to understand. This is actually some very good information for Sarkan, and he drinks up every word intently.]

Oh, naturally any second-rate poet would write or sing about the times. That's the stuff bards are bred for, to spin wild tall tales out of a sliver of truth. But if the Inquisition has really scrubbed the books of every notion of blood magic...

[He allows the thought to trail off into a brief silence. Foolish. Restricted information for only the top mages, he could understand, but Forbidden Fruit is just too much. Thoughtful snort.]

What an odd, frenetic dwarf you are, but at least you made yourself useful to me. Now, I've got work to do.

[And with that he'll probably leave the sending crystal aside. Unless you manage to bait him with more carrots-on-sticks.]