"The Tale of the Champion," he said, smiling fondly as he thought of Varric. The book annoyed him sometimes but he never felt bad about meeting Varric. He adored his dwarven friend, his best friend. "It's a best seller in Thedas, where I'm from. Tells most of the truth about my life. I mean, Varric was there for most of it."
His fingers slowed for a moment at the question. Did he like it here? Like wasn't the right word. He had adapted here and that was the best he could say about it. "Kirkwall, where I'm from, was not a safe place. Death and danger were constant for me. I'm... conditioned to this. It doesn't bother me as much as it would brother others."