Nothing. [ He answers, tone absent enough to offset the suspicious quickness of it. Because there's nothing suspicious about it, which he decides a beat later, adding: ] Crossbows. I've been researching the local tech.

[ "Local" meaning "the scope of the entirety of Thedas", of course. ] Trying to work out what they've worked out and what they haven't, which— apparently property ownership hasn't changed much in a few theoretical centuries, has it?

[ He's lifted one of the dozens of letters to squint at it. The wording's different, but the spirit's the same: everything in triplicate, very annoying. ] Is it the same back in— [ Squinting slightly more, now, clearly digging deep for this one and sounding very unsure: ] ... Kalvad?