It is an unexpected sort of question. By tilts his head very slightly to the side for just a moment - his lone gesture of surprise - and then takes a breath, raises his brows, and slowly, thoughtfully rotates his cup.

"It was," he says, "the sort of place a fellow could fall in love with. I understand well your romanticism." He pauses a moment to think. "Ferelden fancies itself a rough place, but at the end of the day, it's still constrained by a thousand codes, written and unwritten, and a hundred thousand unspoken customs. But Nascere seemed truly wild. Man living with his nature, for better and for worse."