Not in our control. People seem to come and go at random; we are unable to simply walk or sail away. It manages to be its own separate entity, this... realm.

[ Oren seems more than happy to stand and have his ears attended to. Robyn is slightly warier at the confusion, but explains with a curious patience. ]

You may better know my brother, Fergus. Had... known, rather.

[ Andraste guide him, and the rest of her family. The betrayal still burns hot and angry in her heart, but she sighs deeply and sets it aside. ]

They-... That was changed under King Maric. [ He's definitely Ferelden, but, perhaps: ] Have you been out of the country for very long?

[ Though it wasn't as if it was small news. ]