[I can't wait until we get a Varric and we can all have the red lyrium discussion. The scoff almost makes him shake his head.]

So, like Ferelden, then. Does it also frequently rain and smell of wet dogs? [This is accompanied by a genuine, teasing smile. Then, more seriously: ] Is it landlocked, or by the sea?

The spirits in the Fade aren't the spirits of the dead--sure, the Chantry believes the souls of the dead will pass through the Fade to... [vague hand flap] wherever it is departed souls go, but Fade spirits are... Hm.

[Zevran takes a sip, looking off into a corner of the booth at nothing, really, trying to think of the best way to phrase it.]

They are chaos incarnate. According to the Chantry, they were the Maker's first children, but they lacked free will or imagination, so He made humans instead. [Setting the cup down, he smirks dryly.] No word on where elves come from, of course.

And Fade spirits, craving knowledge of mortality, visit in a person's dreams, trying to tempt one into being possessed. The line between "demon" and "spirit" is a bit hazy.

[Finally, he leans in on the table, letting his chin rest on a palm and smiling. his eyes almost light up as Merlin has his full attention.]

Now, tell me more of Camelot. [Like a kid on Christmas.]