[ He sighs, and speaks with rare sincerity. Not that sincerity seems all that nice on Byerly - his voice is clipped and brusque, rather than kindly - but there's no teasing or irony or drollness when he says: ]

There is but one thing that can put you back into a cell: another betrayal. Flint's ill temper matters not one bit. I do not have the patience for squandering resources in the name of pettiness, nor does Yseult, nor Thranduil. And his hatred of Tevinter is not responsible for determining Riftwatch policies.

[ Irritably: ]

I suppose I'm to blame. I asked him to intervene with that brute of a woman.