"What would they have done, if you'd refused?" Myr settles into a more comfortable hipshot lean against his staff; it's of a casual piece with the curiosity in his tone. "And if they're all students of it, why have you study under Vedici in the first place?" He doesn't know from Tevinter nobility but in the academic sense--half-remembered ideas of political alliances and how they're maintained float to mind--but this would seem to make the folly of the whole system evident.