"Bless the Wardens," Piers offered in honest praise, without any hint of the reproach that had poisoned his tone regarding the Wardens when he spoke earlier of his son's fates. "To think," the old man shook his head somberly, "that even in this day we still find slavers on Fereldan soil. It is unacceptable- monstrous, that such a thing could have happened here again."
"If any of their kind remain in this city," he added with a gravity that did much to conceal his disgust, "they will be found."
Indeed, Piers had faith that most of his household was already up to their elbows in the matter. It was probably better for everyone if he wasn't appraised of the finer details.