"When it is on your terms," Fenris says, a bit (a bit more than a bit) pointedly.

That was unworthy, but he won't retract it. Fenris starts again. "I have never told you of Seheron, an island of perpetual war. Smoke was the sky, and it seemed all the point of those forests was to burn. I was there to guard my master, and so I fought off anyone who would harm him, as he took blood from me. There was little food he thought to spare, and his apprentices made a game of it to stop me from resting. This..."

He gestures to this strange new world.

"It is a garden, Astarion. I am not pleased by all your actions, but I do not mind being lead through it."