Ah diplomacy. Nothing quite gives one a fondness for cheap ale quite like diplomacy. I'm surprised I haven't wound up a tavern drunk yet.

[He squirms his way into the heavy coat, and started to work on the straps and fastenings as needed. He fumbled a little, still adjusting to only having one arm, but still stubborn enough to keep trying anyway. He could be a stereotypical bullheaded elf sometimes.]

And entire castle just... appeared?. I suppose that's a pleasant change from seeing things disappear, but I'm almost afraid of what might crop up from Thedas. With my luck someone will trip across an Archdemon in their wine cellar, or worse: Kirkwall.