[ A puff of breath, audible between his lips. This is going to sound...bad. Maker, this could be absolutely disastrous. ]

I've sworn an oath of service to Ferelden, such that I must give to them certain pieces of information I've discovered. This is one of those pieces of information I'm honor-bound to tell them. [ Making excuses: ] But it will not be of any great interest to them; they have no great love for the Chantry, nor any mistrust of Rifters. It will be as nothing.