He doesn't think it much of a victory either, much as finding out he was the only survivor from the Conclave didn't feel like a good thing at the time. He can't imagine what it might mean if they have to turn on each other eventually, the idea of killing another Dalish elf doesn't sit well with him.

"A long enough piece of wood I could hit things with it, yes," he says with a shrug and a wry little smile. "But I'm used to having a lot more power at my fingertips. The staff is more of a last resort, a few blows to get some distance so I can use something more powerful."

Usually he'd use a mental blast as well to slow enemies enough to get clear, but without magic that's not an option either.

"What about you? Do you have any weapons? Anything you could use?"