"A dragon fully grown, always female, always large and angry. Incredibly powerful and quite old." More often than not. "Teeth the size of my head, it does get the blood going; facing one of these creatures."

She did have the right of it, that he was terribly lucky. The odd quirk of survival was one he questioned on a daily basis but it was what it was. An odd quirk he took advantage of for living? Was quite wonderful at the moment. A little sad, a little strange, a little daunting- but these things were a constant for him. Were life ever truly good he would become immediately suspicious. As things were still awry? He could trust the truth of it.

"An Archdemon is a blighted dragon, one tainted much in the way of Darkspawn. Only Grey Wardens can kill them; but I aided in the battle none the less. Someone needed to man the ballista." Not the most glamorous tactic, but one that worked. "I was fortunate to be in a company of warriors that knew what they were about."

Somehow.

They stumbled through it, more or less.