That grim as bit about leading the problematic Templars to fade-touched bears won a slight chuckle from Alayre. He does his best to hide his smile from the Mage but he's almost certain that Detlef spotted earlier. "An interesting proposition." He whispers to him. "As expected that certainly wouldn't go over well with my colleagues." Alayre's smile fades a little but some traces of it lingers.

"But I thank you nonetheless. I'm grateful to know that least...someone believes that change will come. I honestly think that in time that good fortunes will come to us both, Mage and Templar. " A tired sigh escapes him. "I just hope that day comes sooner so Thedas can be whole again." His thoughts linger with the upcoming battle for the future of this world. Alayre is afraid that the Inquisition won't be ready to strike when that day arrives. If things continue as they are; none of them will have a fighting chance.