Conlan nodded, he frowned slightly. After a moment he stood, leaving he water level hovering around his waist.
"Don't go reading too much into it. I may not have too many principles, but if you hire me for a job, then I do it... except for... those times I didn't." Con shrugged and looked away sheepish for a second.
"Point being, the job is defend the normal people from the darkspawn, and stop the Blight, so I'm gonna do those things or die trying. It's not so much bravery as being professional." After a moment Con started to wade forward. They really didn't have time for him to sit and discuss the finer points of business. While his time as a refugee didn't comprise most of his younger years, it had left a mark. Plus, he had made numerous treks across Ferelden where tents were often a luxury you brought along or did without. Truth be told, Conlan had very little shame left to hide.
He stepped out of the water, and moved over to where his clothes lie, taking a small towel out and wiping away the excess water.
"You're right though, I am completely mad." And then he began dressing.