[ Bastien hums and nods agreeably. His mouth isn't full, but it is occupied by a crispy bit of crust he's holding there while the jam dissolves. Because it's By, he only moves the food into the pocket of his cheek before he talks, rather than swallowing it. ]

Would Fereldans pour milk into the sea if it cost too much for too long? [ And then he answers himself: ] Of course they would. Dramatically unyielding in the face of oppression, those Fereldans.