"...Oh. This is one of those-" He waves a hand vaugely. "Time and...dimension things, isn't it? I am from a Thedas where Jonas was your fellow Warden, you from Sereda. Who I shall say, without knowing her, is a terrible woman for exiling you."

The Wardens were literally all Alistair had left. His one job, his one calling. Cutting him from that so young- for what end?

Political gain?

He couldn't comb through the intentions of someone he never met. "So you were not at the final battle."