"Forces," Benedict repeats as he writes it, followed by a pinched little smile up at the man across from him. "I can read my own handwriting. It's for our records."

And if you stay defected from Tevinter, you too could become the perfect bureaucrat!

"Verminius," he repeats, from earlier no doubt, "you said you're from Minrathous." Tilting his head a moment, scanning through the mental rolodex, "...Laetan?"