[He glances over, equal parts intrigued and fascinated to hear that, though if pressed he couldn't say why. Is it the thought of Astarion in the field, or simply the proof that this organization does something tangibly important? Or both, maybe, but either way, he notes it down and marks it in his head for a later conversation.

(Strange, too, to know where he was at the time, for he recalls Tantervale's destruction. He'd been in the midst of information gathering, stalking a small group of slavers as they'd made their way towards the destruction, hoping to find victims out of refugees).]

Of course he is. [Fenris scoffs.] The delusional do not give up their power so easily.

[But oh, hang on.]

Does it truly baffle you? Their worship of him?