It's not like he can argue that, and Hercules nods. "Can't fault you for caution," he allows, although the not well done almost gets another laugh from him - as much as he laughs, these days, which is really more an amused breath and a smile. No, he doesn't laugh, this time, just glances down a moment in a poor effort to spare her his air of amusement. "That'd be a bit of an understatement, but no doubt we've both seen worse things unfold on the road."

He knows he has, and it'd be naive to think that the knife being stolen wasn't prompted by the torn up mess left in the wake of templars and mages and all the rest. Thedas was going to hell in a hand basket, seemed like. At the end of the day, it made the loss of a knife seem trivial, even as taking a knife could've been the doom of some. Herc, at least, had Striker Eureka and Max at his side.

When he glances up, his expression is a little more serious, but still nowhere near grave. This has been a positively comedic turn to his arrival. Nobles, honestly. They had to make everything so dramatic.