"Now that is a place fulla all kinds of unpleasantness, and I'm not just talk'n about the folk what live there." He props his spear against his shoulder and leans into it, lounging a little. A fine, restful trick that looks a little rakish- well. When he ain't covered in mud that is.

"See'n as you didn't get drowned in all that boggy water I suppose whatever saw you down there got seen to?" Dalish are good at that, seeing things get done. Or leastaways the ones he's met.