A part of a spy's job, after all, is to blend in and not be noticed. And who notices minstrels much, aside from enjoying their music? It's not a bad disguise, he supposes, though if everyone knows about bards, that sort of ruins the point, doesn't it? Then again, there's quite a lot he doesn't know yet or understand, even for as many months as he's been here. "And the Grand Game is Orlais's thing, right? Court intrigue and politics and noble squabbling taken to the umpteenth degree." Or so he's heard.

Thank the Six they're in Kirkwall and not in Orlais.