He didn't move, watching her as fetched a spear. What had he ever needed to fear from a Templar? Their primary purpose in Tevinter was to feed him grapes.

He shook his head to the question. "There was absolutely nothing. It was not the fade. I would bet every royal I've ever owned against it. Even when I could finally access my magic, it was-- different. Wrong. As if from somewhere else entirely. It was a bit like expecting brandy and getting Ferelden Beer, only the beer would cause an explosion where you expected a lantern light."