"There you have it, then. I figured not." Fate presumes there are few places safer than here in Skyhold, but nothing is perfect.

For a moment, he watches the way Zevran studies his fingers, and briefly the mage smirks before he hears the news. It makes Fate wrinkle his nose faintly, and he tips his hat down. "Sounds like I've got my work cut out for me," he drawls. "I'll start 'em off simple, then. Hope they like playing Wicked Grace."