Declan studied the man. He didn't really seem imposing; just a normal sort of man. Clearly a man with honor, a man skilled in battle, if he was a member of the Grey Wardens. And coming from the Anderfels... it meant that he knew suffering, he'd seen Darkspawn, constantly under attack was what they said about the Anders. A rough sort. Perhaps that was the reason for his brevity. Declan didn't mind, after all, not all soldiers were the chatty type. He certainly had never been accused of being one.

"She's a strong Keep," he said with a nod. "The Warden Commander from Orlais was the one who put the money into making the walls as sturdy as they are. Served well during some rough attacks. Still lost a lot of good men and women back then." Declan hadn't known any of them personally... but he knew they were brave soldiers who gave their lives so that the Keep would stand, so that the Wardens could protect the city of Amaranthine.

"Apologies, Ser. My name is Declan Gallagher. I'm on duty just now... but you're welcome to accompany me up to the top if you'd like." He motioned to the tower. "Got a good view there of the whole Keep."