At least Morrigan seemed to have an answer for it. One that almost made sense. By this time, Alistair was done being overwhelmed or surprised by the utter atrocity that would or could possibly happen. This, just happened to be a little bit 'weird'. Definitely not as bad as a hole in the sky or Wardens doing blood magic.
"It wasn't a real calling. It was a fake darkspawn part old magister who thought he could try and be a god. You know the deal with folk from Tevinter and all that." That hardly mattered as she wasn't even from the same 'time'.
"Of course." Alistair wanted to glare at Morrigan, so matter of factly, like it was so la-de-da, not letting him see his son for ten years. Who knew what the poor thing really thought. At least she had the decency not to say he was anything short of a 'good man'. But those were her words. In any case, he would save face, for Kieran's sake. And for the sake of figuring out where they were. "Looks as though there's a castle in the distance. Do we want to try and see who it belongs to? Maybe the people of this land can point us in the right direction."