"Quite well, thank you. I'm still getting used to the..."

The technological backwardsness of it all. The magic. The petty bigotry. The remarkable natural beauty, and the courage and inner strength of Skyhold's people too, to be sure.

He gives Thranduil an expansive gesture, to include all of it.

"It's a unique problem, our presence here. And yourself? This is the first opportunity I've had to meet your son, he seems quite skilled."