"--Ferelden is in Thedas. How do you kno-- Oh wait, you probably talked to somebody from Orlais or something. They never mention Ferelden." His nose wrinkled. "We're the arse end of Thedas, according to... pretty much anybody else."

And technically, he shouldn't be saying 'we.' He knew that. He'd been exiled. He wasn't Fereldan anymore.