Conlan nodded, and cast his gaze down toward the table.
"I've heard. How the soldiers couldn't stop talking about how excited they were to fight and end the Blight, all the way up to the first battle. How during that first night, no one even moved when the darkspawn appeared on the field. They all thought they were gonna die that night. But then the Grey Wardens charged. They say that after the fight was over, the men celebrated long into the next day. Including the King himself." Con glanced to the side, and shifted uncomfortably.
"But... uh... that's just what I heard. And you know, stories can be exaggerated. That's why I don't listen to them myself." He leaned forward, pushing the half finished paper aside, and refusing to look at it. He rested his elbow on the table and put his chin in his palm.
"You may be onto something with that proposal. Maybe we can get numbers on the back too? People can cheer for their favorite Grey Warden. Oh and then there can be endorsement deals; "I'm a Grey Warden, and this is my favorite shop in Denerim."