"I passed through Amaranthine not too long ago. I'd been -- hiding. Along the Storm Coast."

Cullen speaks to his kneecaps.

"Got the news there. Inquisition takes in mages. And they seem to be the only ones who are doing anything, so -- if it's safe at their fortress, then, then... I could be useful."

A little more wry, in an unpleasant sort of way: "And not murdered on sight."