Alistair frowns, considering what he's just heard, and shrugs. "According to the Chantry the Maker turned his back on us a long time ago. So that doesn't surprise me." And whether or not He will ever return is for the Chantry to worry about. It doesn't much effect his day-to-day life. Except in the way the Handler points out.

He snorts with amusement and grins at the other man. "Hey, at least it's not just me." Does that make everyone a bastard? No? Oh well. It would make this sort of thing where names are apparently taboo awkward if they were.

"Um... sure. All of that." Especially the sacrificing your life in the end. "Pretty much. The order used to be well respected but that was centuries ago. Now a lot of people don't believe the Wardens are necessary. We still have certain rights but we have to be careful how often we use them or people get... touchy. Same for your lot?"