The darkest things are bred in pits. He knows this as he knows himself. Oh, men hurt and harm one another in new and more creative ways, but their are some things even their minds cannot conceive. Some things require-- outside influence. He wonders about the origin of darkspawn even as he beckons Morrigan closer, using the toe of his boot to indicate a bundle of papers. He won't risk touching it-- it's unclean, and the papers look as if they might crumble at the slightest touch, which is the excuse he will used if asked.

"Are these the sort of things we are seeking?"