"Oh I know, there's at least two. I mean I can cook the most sub-par food in Ferelden, and let's face it, if we could turn wit into a weapon I could take on the Darkspawn horde single handedly." He let a smile cross his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.
"I meant dreaming of being something more. I'm a soldier, that's... all I can be. And if I didn't fight someone else would have to. But a man who dreams of being something like a knight, or some kind of hero... they get so focused on their dreams that they aren't watching for it when life blindsides them." He looked up at her, and lifted his tankard to take a sip.
"Sides, if I put down my swords, I'd never meet people like you, and that would make life terribly dull."