Krem shook his head, chin still against Noah's hair. He thought about how many times he'd told the story of leaving Tevinter, or had it told for him. It seemed a silly story, now, somehow. He turned his mug around on the counter, by his hip.

"No, I was only a soldier for a little more than a year. Just after my seventeenth birthday until just before I turned nineteen. I had to leave, because someone found out I'd lied about...all this." He gestured vaguely at his body, then shrugged. "It's a punishable offense, lying on public records. So it was the gallows. Or slavery, if I let them say I was mad."