The faintest hint of a smile crossed Conlans face at Ordhans 'vow." It was quickly replaced by the more pressing subject.
"Diplomacy..." Conlan took a long drink from his mug at the word. When he pulled it from his lips he let out an "ahhhh" and then shrugged.
"I can't imagine the diplomacy we'll be facing will be that hard. We won't have to deal with any nobles... well... elf nobles, or the nearest equivalent." He had very little experience with elves, so he had no idea what form of government they used. Regardless they would likely be committed to advancing their own self interest, so they could expect some sort of scheming politics to use the darkspawn to advance their standing.
"We're little more then glorified messengers. We'll show up say "Hey there's a Blight" and considering by the time we get there the elves'll be about spitting distance from the horde they won't require much convincing. You and me, and the rest of the humans stand there quietly while the Dalish Grey Warden asks for help, we all go home."