Everyone is right, he reflects as he heads back to the room. Detlef said with an Anderfels accent sounds normal. Ordinary. With Fereldan, Orlesian, Antivan, and all of the other ones he hears around here? It sounds odd. Out of place. It's too late now, though.

He nudges his bedroll against a wall to make more room for Nate. There's not a lot of room to spare, but it's private. Small also means it's easy to keep tidy, though that doesn't mean there aren't a few books and scrolls he needs to pick up and set off to the side. Then it's just him relaxing and waiting.