"Eh." Another shrug. "I'm Fereldan. I'm just glad it's not raining and it doesn't smell like dogs. I've got pretty low standards for 'good.' But come on, let's at least get you warm."

It was a first, he thought. Here he was, listening to someone talk about dragon kabobs (that was a weird thought) and somehow the thought of it wasn't making him hungry. Very strange. He was used to being hungry all the time, but here, it was like he could actually get full. Huh. When this place took magic, maybe it took the Taint as well.

Interesting idea. The Calling had definitely gone away. Something to think about.

He stepped back and opened the door, motioning his new acquaintance past him and into the warmth of the inn.