Yes, of course. Or maybe... [His voice drops to a more conspiratorial murmur. A knife appears from his sleeve, the blade glinting dully in the gloom.] We set our own agenda. Wait for the bandits to start nodding off on their watch, and cut loose. Free to go drink as much darkspawn blood as you want.

[What did that even mean, anyway, darkspawn? Tieflings? Drow?]