"Thoughtless?" His eyes narrow as he regards the other man and withholds a string of unflattering elvhen. He could save the grumbling to himself in another language for the next leg of their journey.

"Those are twisted still, altered from what remained and was passed along." Skewed in most parts and fitting whatever narrative the clan telling it needed to have filled. Fen'harel had become the evil used frequently in cautionary tales. "You heard these from the Dalish or...?" Somewhere else. The source was as important as the information.