Fenris notices the scowl and wonders at it. His own eyes need to blinkingly adjust so he doesn't linger long on the curiosity. It wasn't as if he was going to badger the man about every aspect of his race just because some of it was different from his own. Something he was learning while being here, the differences in people and magic and worlds, how something that seems normal to one is completely alien to another.

"Nearly. They were very poor back home.. magic is not a rare thing but a very dangerous one, more so than your Faerun," he says it with confidence. "It is power that corrupts yes, but when that corruption hounds your every waking and sleeping moment, looking for a crack, a moment of desperation... I find that to be more dangerous."

Demons were constantly hounding mages, especially in the fade where they were most vulnerable in their sleep, looking for any in. It took a rare and incredible person to resist such temptations, especially when they were so powerful. He thinks of Hawke and smile a little to himself, but it's gone almost as fast as it came.