Blackwall gives him an odd look before remember these 'rifters' were a thing now. When he'd left for the Storm Coast there weren't many and he'd never met one, and of course out there he'd never run into one. Unlike the other Thedasians, he was still getting used to the idea that there were people here that the rifts were somehow pulling from other worlds that were nothing like Thedas.

"What?" He looks down at the practice shield and then realizes where the confusion had come in. "No, no. I was talking about- well, you asked if my 'style' of fighting had a name. Wearing heavy armor and trying to make sure the enemy hits you and not anyone else is called vanguarding. This... is still a shield."