[Alistair meanwhile is grateful that they're not having this conversation face-to-face. It means Carver can't see him sucking on his bleeding thumb and grinning, fighting the urge to wave his arms about like an idiot.]

Real live griffons... [It... doesn't make up for everything else he's heard. He's not so callous as to even suggest as much to Carver. But it is still exciting and something to look forward to.] That's amazing! I thought they were gone for good. You have to tell me if get to see them for yourself! Or- do you think you might get one yourself?

[If they're found in Alistair's own future could he get one? A griffon of his own to ride, just like the Wardens of old? ...Unless he ends up king. Then it would be out of the question. But he can still dream.]