"If we are the only ones willing to help, then yes, I suppose so. But I really doubt we are the only ones. I know there are interested humans about, even though I really doubt they'd be able to help with anything besides maybe fetching things down off the higher shelves." A joke, but he's starting to calm at least where it comes to the humans around Skyhold. They were dumb, in his eyes, but they had their uses, and none of them had been outright hostile no matter how he might egg them on.

The letter stops turning in his fingers, and he straightens up to read it. "It's marked as Dirthavaren. Keeper Hawen's still there?"