Well, this Morla sounds delightful, I must say. Can't wait to meet her.

[ For all his false-cheer, Dorian scoffs. He'd seen for himself just how easy it was to entice people into a war. "For the glory of the empire," as they say in Tevinter. Or for food and drink and a few years off your service, whichever gets you to lay your life on the line for a war no one really cares about anymore.

Huh, maybe this really is just like home. Well, the shoe's on the other foot now, isn't it Dorian? ]

And the price for such a reward? A few days on front lines, or a few 'missions' of disturbing the other side?