'My kind'. It was the phrase that made Cullen's blood run cold. For too long Thedas had been struggling with the concept that everyone was equal, with all the races they had there, and how downtrodden some of them had become because of people's prejudices. But at the Inquisition, elf worked alongside Qunari, a Tevinter Mage was one of the best friends of it's leader, and mages were treated with respect - at least in his presence. He wasn't blind to how all his troops thought, but as long as they behaved with respect in his presence, eventually it would seep through, he hoped. One thing they had done, even if they had to disband was to change the face of Thedas. Maybe that was what was needed to bring it forward in it's attitudes.

But he focused back on the boy. His world sounded horrific, if he were being honest, with monsters chasing people down in cold blood. So he made it his pledge to answer questions honestly. "Most people in my world...," - and how odd was that to say? - "...have no access to magic. The way we fight is purely physical, hitting each other in an attempt to wound and kill them. Then we have mages, who have access to a lot of spells. Those have to be treated in a different way on the battlefield. Most normal soldiers don't know how to fight mages. My job is to make sure that everyone in my army has the best chance of survival at the end of the day."