"More than a few of Kieran's have slipped away over time." Mage children raised in Circles have their beliefs and teachers, the other children have their own. The lifestyle doesn't suit everyone after all. Or the values. Or there's something off enough about him that as children age, they stop being as accepting of the oddness of his words when they mention it to whatever person takes care of them.

Pausing to purchase a strange little soldier that she knows Kieran will like because the arms move up and down and he doesn't have one of those (she doesn't think so, she's well-acquainted with them from the amount of times she's stepped on them in bare feet and found such bruises after) she smiles. "There is little that has turned out as I imagined thus far with the Inquisition. If you think to take me to the Hanged Man however...I could smell it when we arrived. To think that Ferelden had the clean taverns."