Because when you're a thousand years old, everything seems to drag-on, and on, and on. [ There. He feels a little less whiny. And in defense of his unseen mother, he also adds, ] She's an elf, too. And Orlesian. Loghain Mac Tir would have drowned me like a litter of kittens.

[ That's not true.

Probably.

He might have considered it. ]

Maybe I'll send Her Majesty a letter to keep under her pillow so she can sleep a bit better at night.