"I see," he says, glancing down at the creature and reassured by the fact that it seems well trained and not about to attack his ankles. It's not unheard of for Orlesian children to beg for a pet fennec, though he thinks it such a pedestrian creature; something a Ferelden child would want to stand apart from all the dogs running about, smelling up the country. He had had a pet bird with beautiful plumage. Of course, he quickly tired of its constant cawing or whatever it is that birds do, so he had his father get rid of it.

"Then I will await you here." With your pet. Ugh.