"The same." And he's largely kept to himself, holed up in the Undercroft. It doesn't bother him that they haven't run across each other before — after all, the Inquisition's ranks are growing every day.

"Not as many fennecs up in Amaranthine, though." That was a joke, sort of. As well as a nod to her superior skill. All the things he'd ever had to shoot had been much bigger than a fennec.