"Legion of the Dead... that... doesn't sound morbid at all." He took a bite from his loaf of bread. He looked between the two of them, listening as Lythe described their situation. He felt terrible that there was a group, who had given themselves solely to a life of violence and death. That the darkspawn were that great.
"Are the dwarven kingdoms really so bad off that you guys need to go live in darkspawn infested caverns? Or is this just a manly, prove how awesome you are kind of thing?" Neither of them seemed like the "boost about how many heads they've collected" type. While they did train an awful lot, they never forced anyone else to fight them to show off their prowess, and if they were so commited to living a life of violence, why would they leave?
"Then again... I suppose I'm doing the same thing, what with becoming a Grey Warden and all..."