He is not well suited to this role, one that involves guiding the newly arrived rifters into the reality of their new world with sensitivity. Brónach, at least, looks as though she will bear up well under the revelation, if that wolfish grin is any indication.

The wolf-dog at last comes trotting up to his side, maw bloodied but her head lowered in greeting. Loghain bends to clap her affectionately on the side. "Nevarra," he tells her, looking to read the expression on her face. "It is--a different world, from where you are from. You've come through a rift, a--portal. I know not how else to describe it."