A crinkle of his nose. “Oh god, no. I say I, but this place doesn’t actually belong to me personally. It’s more like Riftwatch with the Gallows, or the Inquisition with Skyhold, from what I heard. This is the headquarters of the Masters of the Mystic Arts, and has been for centuries. They’re all the funny people you see scurrying about in robes.”

There’s a beat, then, “The non-Theodosians scurrying about in robes.”