Cade smiled mildly, with what might have been relief. The Grand Enchanter was from a world he understood, in which he knew how to act, and he was unexpectedly grateful for it.

"It is an honor, my lady," he said quietly, and went to sit where she'd directed. Not that this armor was the greatest for sitting in-- it was mostly for standing around looking imposing, maybe marching if that was the order of the day-- but here he was.

"You expressed a desire to meet the Templars of Skyhold, my lady," he explained, his voice quiet and a bit hoarse as though not often used, "I came to put myself at your disposal."