"A current?" Kit repeats, bemused. Thinking of Kirkwall as a river of something unsettling isn't really news, though it's news he tries not to dwell on to the best of his ability. He frowns and turns his eyes back to the strange marks in the masonry.

"This city used to be part of Tevinter, I think," he says, in the tone of voice one adopts while scrounging for something useful to say, and coming up short. Still, the Imperium is widely known across Thedas to be the home base of all manner of magical weird shit. Suggesting it doesn't seem too wildly off the mark. Jokingly, he adds, "Maybe they left one in my place, too."

He's kidding. ...He hopes.