A slight huff leaves Alayre as he ponders more about this possible idea. He's hesitant to believe that the other races will show any interest in their Order but he's willing to try of. "Change often comes in small ripples instead of large waves but too long the Order has avoided change. We must adapt somehow. Therefore, I shall agree to this notion." Alayre states with a nod. It's oddly refreshing to hear such unique and outlandish ideas come from James. Usually it's Alayre often talking off Detlef about some of his ambitious ideas and projects. Alayre is such a dreamer sometimes.

"Though, if we embark upon this righteous path to connect with those of various races--does this mean we limit ourselves from the Chantry?" He asks in mild wonder. "Remember, brother, the Chantry still have full control of our lyrium supplies. They use it as a means to keep us tethered to their will much like dogs to meat." Alayre explains with a frown.

"If we distant ourselves from the Chantry, we best become our own supplier of lyrium."