"It's been a while since I've met a fellow Ferelden, myself, so this is an extra pleasure," he said, with a smile and a bow. But then he grimaced at Surana's question, and shrugged ruefully. "I wish I could be more helpful than the locals, but I'm afraid I'm in the same boat as you." Hah. Boats. "No one from around here that I've asked has ever heard of Ferelden, or the Free Marches, or even Antiva or Orlais. Wherever we are, we're a long way from home." He paused for a moment to watch Champion introduce himself to Cuddles with a series of friendly, breathy whuffs, tail nubbin still wagging.

"According to local legend and some incredibly not-suspicious-at-all magical journals, some lunatic named Davy Jones brought us here to search for some precious jewel he's gone and lost."