[Magic again? Maric groans. He's been here half an hour and he already hates the place. How can time stand still?

That is, of course, assuming he can trust this woman. Didn't the Grey Wardens try to assassinate the King of Ferelden the last time they were allowed in the country?]

Your father? Wait, that's...I do know Teyrn William. He... [Offered food, supplies, and shelter to the Rebel Queen a few times? Yelled at me for chasing his prize mabari puppy when I was seven?] We met. Once.

Different times. Right. It's the 99th year of the Blessed Age, isn't it?