He tried to imagine the map in his head, and he had been studying maps of late - those he could get his hands on, anyways. They all varied the tiniest bits between them, but between the variations one could figure out the truth of the lines. He snorted at the notion of them being considered a cultural center because the church was based there, though he believed it. Considering the power the Chantry had held, it made sense.

"They sound terribly boring and irritating," he murmured in way of reply. "I've never been one for complicated politics despite being a captain. I mean, how do you enjoy life when you're always wondering who's for and against you?"