"Huh." The Bull keeps walking, eyeing the distant darkspawn torches, focuses on the question and considers. It isn't just his options for what he wants to guess that he has to decide on, but his phrasing, too. Cassandra's making some comment to Renn, interrupting him, and about the time she finishes and Renn draws breath to keep going with that story of his the Bull goes on, his voice just a smidge louder than it was a moment ago. "So this place is famous for magic, the kind you expect people to know you're into. Otherwise you wanting to go wouldn't be a hint."

Not a question, so if Dorian wants to confirm that, technically it shouldn't add to the Bull's question count. "This place does the kind of magic you do that research on, then, something you'd want to go learn about? Instead of some kind that you're already good at?"