[ Maker, she shouldn't be surprised, not after the way he'd spoken of Maric, but she can't fault him for hiding his identity. Robyn knows of the war, has read of the things the would-be king had faced and managed; it's easy to understand why he wouldn't immediately trust her, let alone a Grey Warden.

She sweeps quickly into a curtsy, head ducked. ]

Your Majesty, forgive me. I ought to have recognized you.

[ Never mind that he's much younger and she's never actually seen King Maric before. It explains why he looks so much like Alistair, she thinks, suddenly, but that... is for another time. ]

What I spoke was true. [ She says, rising. ] And... it hasn't been easy; the effects have been felt across the country. But we've done the best we can, and I'm told that we are able to defeat the Archdemon within the year.

[ A blessing, isn't it? She smiles thinly, not eager to pursue the topics of his fate or the fates of his children. Or... of Loghain. ]