If the term Warden unnerved him he did not show it. He had not heard much about them in all honesty - more about the Templars than anything, and he had no great love of them or the Chantry at this point.

"James Tiberius Kirk, but you can just call me Jim or Kirk," he returned as politeness demanded. His scratching, it should be noted, hadn't stopped though a light sheen of sweat was forming on his forehead.

"No, not all of us," he shook his head. "At least, of the ones I know. There are some elves and I wouldn't be surprised if there are other races that come through. Not surprising if my theory on the Rift and the Fade is correct. Not that it matters since I can't actually prove it, of course. But I promise we aren't demons."