A sort of recognition seemed to dawn on Gorse's face.

"Oh my gosh, were you with the people that stopped it? Had that big fight over the one big city?"

Gorse had heard extremely little, isolated as his little home was. There was a blight, the blight was stopped. A couple Grey Wardens had been involved as well as several non-wardens. No names, no real information beyond that. Even the knowledge that the fight had been over Denerim was something he'd overheard from other Inquisition soldiers talking to one another just recently.