“Ah,” Strange says, thoughtful.

He doesn’t have the intimate history. But some of it catches and snags on faint familiarity, as he quickly scrolls through the mental rolodex and what he can remember about words like Grey Wardens and Weisshaupt Fortress. It’s the mere basics, a Cliffsnotes to the Anderfels’ armed conflict, but —

“The ones in Weisshaupt are allied to Tevinter, right? So we’re looking for potential deserters who might be able to join our cause?”