"The Crows and the Wardens could trade notes on all the menial tasks they'll dole out before letting a man sit."

Maintaining equipment, sparring, working out, researching monsters, cleaning, the list went on and on for him, too. The Dalish were about as bad, what with nearly always being on the edge of survival, but the tasks of his youth had more of a playful tinge to them than the wardens and, he suspected, the Crows.

He tilted his head back a little further, chasing the petting fingers a bit. Assan might be rubbing off on him when it came to seeking out attention.

"If anyone else asks, we killed a rage demon."