Julius knows that even relatively new rifters without Ness's personal motivations must pick up some cues about the Circle system in short order. They live in the Gallows; it's hard to avoid. But every Circle was particular, and Kinloch Hold has gained a particular reputation, given its near annulment and its involvement with Ferelden weathering the Fifth Blight. He resists the impulse to play tour guide, mostly, focusing on why they're present and not commenting on every stone they pass.

Perhaps the impulse to teach is stronger for a reason as they pass the apprentices' quarters, the doorless entryways revealing the rows of neat bunk beds. A few personal items are still left scattered on the bureaus and desks, evidence of hasty leaving. Anything valuable has been long since picked over, he has no doubt. "It's strange," he says quietly, to Ness, as she's closest to him while they pass. "To think the youngest apprentices who lived here are now old enough to fight, themselves, now. I wonder how many made their way to the Inquisition." Rhetorical, yes, but directed enough to her as to invite comment.