Not talking to herself, then. Maybe talking to herbs? He's pretty sure his mum used to talk to her elfroot plant, mind, and it makes his mouth quirk with a grin at the memory. Old times, fond memories, and sometimes it's not a terrible thing to have the past bought up for a fleeting moment. You can't go about feeling like a raw nerve ending all the time, after all. There's lives to live, out there.

"That's me," he agrees with a bit of a laugh. "And you're the peacekeeper who likes griffons. Nice to meet you, too."

Fun fact, if you like griffons, you're almost automatically going to be sort of endearing to a Grey Warden - or, at least to this one.

"You busy with those herbs of yours? Otherwise, I was gonna ask if you wanted to have a go at building one."