"I don't practice it!" Jowan protests immediately, backing away again, half afraid that this warden will likely take matters into her own hands here. He doesn't know if the wardens are anything like templars when it comes to magic, but he can't imagine many people forgiving blood magic. "I swear, I don't use it any more! Please, I don't know what you've really heard about me or from whom, but I'm not like that."

Maker, this whole conversation makes his head spin and Jowan takes another step back, this time towards a pillar to lean against. He's not even certain if any of this is real after all that had happened to him, if the woman before him is a demon or as she claims and how she came by her knowledge, and the combination of sudden change, confusion, and everything that had happened to him in Redcliffe leaves him feeling more than a little light-headed.

"I've learned my lesson, I swear," he mumbles. "Can I please just wake up now?"