"No one," he answers, solid if unnecessary. He will never meet Romain's grandsons, never spend months wondering over what happened to the Outsider, never flee Skyhold in the night with his lord and the Lady.

(The thought that this is just the latest in a long series of 'fixes' has not occurred to him-- that way lies madness, and he has been close to the edge before here, and he will not toe that line.)

"Yes. There is an... anticipated difficulty, with one of the group that came here. He insists that going back is impossible. That an attempt to return will cause more harm than good. I do not think that story will be prefered over the hope of not having do live with this, but..." Thranduil shrugs his shoulders. "We do not need a fissure through what remains of the Inquisition."