He was happy to have the concept down, despite the execution still being well beyond his means of grasping. It was easy enough to accept that it was technology and not magic. He was a big believer in technological advances and research. It was in part why they won the war.

He grinned suddenly, a rare teasing light in amber eyes. "The way you keep using words I don't know, I'm going to start suspecting you're enjoying making me ask. What in Andraste's name is a reenactor? And if they're dressed like me, where can I find them?"

The latter wasn't entirely a tease. He was at the point he would love to see someone, anyone, dressed somewhat like him. They might have been as lost as he was, and the two of them could commiserate and make ignorant mistakes together.