"It was to the right," he says. Then after a moment's hesitation: "...ish."
His hands find their way into their pockets. He looks out of place in the clothes, and the way he hunches over as he sticks his hands in his pockets only serve to exacerbate his discomfort.
"There's a good chance you're right," he says. He's seen all of Denerim and all of Redcliffe. Sure, Denerim might take a day or two by foot, but it wasn't so large that it required self-mobilizing vehicles. "You have a lot of things here that I wouldn't have even dreamed of."
Moving pictures being one of those many things.
"Your sister," he says, carefully, "asked me to the moving pictures this week."