"Considering the world is a large, frightening prospect. So they put the task to others and focus on their family, their people, the scale that they can think of without going mad. I still do not see how that is fair to you and those they put the weight upon but-" He shrugs, a false little sliver of a smile on his lips, eyes bright. "It is not my place to question such things, yes? Who am I to judge?"

No one, of course. But a whisper of Shadow in the nightmares of the Grandmasters in Antiva. No hero he, no politician, he has never had to bear the weight of expectation and diplomacy has never been his to carry.

"Ah, Orlais. If you've need of an extra dagger at your back I'd be happy to oblige. Free of charge, in fact, as a favor to a fellow elf." As difficult as it is dealing with the rest of Thedas? Attempting to route the civil war in Orlais as an elf will be a particular bitch. "Let them think you simple, make yourself small, smile sweetly with empty eyes and they will forget you are there. And once forgotten? They will say all manner of incriminating things. It's quite useful if I do say so myself."