[If he was talking to any other Templar and not the one that's been good to him, the one that's actually just Wren first, Wren that's smart and funny and other words that might gnaw at him so best not, he'd ask what one she's praying to. The dead one or the one that turned their back.

But it's Wren, and Wren's solid so he just snorts.]

Assuming you can find your legs, s'how people go losing their knees. Only tempering I know is forges.

I could make sure they don't. [Casual. Call in a favour or six, examine the ragged edge of a nail the whole time.] Someone'll have the plans for this place knockin' about. Or develop a passion for the stables since everyone knows what the dracolisks go for, only way to get in and out safe if you can't comfortably stroll through the legs.

[Come to dinner with the family, see for yourself what those old faces look like it's wild.]

Speaking of, try not to in Orlais? Never know when the trends change.

[Don't die or get maimed or he'll saddle the nugs and ride out or something terribly dramatic.]