There's a faint light of recognition in Sherlock's eyes when he turns to see who's speaking. More subtle, perhaps, than some of the other looks Fenris has gotten walking around Skyhold, but present.

Sherlock hasn't read Tale of the Champion. Word travels, however. Some things you can't help overhearing.

"Mn," he hums, giving the target another glance. "Most darkspawn don't come with a bulls-eye." There's always value in practicing unorthodox shooting patterns, isn't there?

Yes. He'll go with that.