"In the fifth blight we had their aid for the ancient contracts that bid them to do so, now? They come on their own. I think that ought to be enough but there shall ever be those that question their intentions." Zevran scratched at puppy's ears, smile twisting into something soft and fond. He missed that mongrel Mabari more often than not as of late. The more of his old friends he saw about Skyhold the more he missed those that were not here. Sten. Jonas. Oghren. Wynne.

Still. New faces to learn, new lives to meet, new people to troll. Even if he was not quite of a mind to troll anyone just yet. "If you wish to learn the basics I have some time. Was there anything in particular you wished to learn to carve?"