"He was...." Korrin sighs, staring off. "...wild, but he was part-Avvar. You'd never know it, he took to that side so strongly. Ruthless to his enemies, but generous to his friends, and he hated the Chantry and Templars about as much as any rebel mage. We went on a lot of adventures together, me, him and Mal. The bitch of it is that he didn't go out in glorious battle, like he would have wanted. It was this slow, lingering thing that took all his strength out of him. Not right, for a warrior to go like that."