He's been told before that these kind of worlds should suit him better than others, because of the way he spoke, the way he described the things he missed (simpler things like drink, food, song; not Jane, not the Avengers, not his family). Assumptions. Impressive though this castle of stone is, it isn't the gleaming golden towers of Asgard.

Still, Thor carries himself in a way that suggests he belongs, in clothing appropriate to the world of Thedas, his hair pulled back into a braid, and a battle axe strapped diagonal to his broad back.

He allows for a simple, slight smile when the Inquisitor glances back at him, acknowledgment equally subtle.

And shadows her, the grit of stone quiet beneath his boots.

"Was this always your home?" he inquires, his voice pitched quiet, unobtrusive.