Ah, there it is. Syrlya blinks slowly, and then his smile widens just a little almost in disbelief. "A leader of a paramilitary organization tasked to defeat the dragons threatening our world."

He shrugs a shoulder. "Although I too have left the position, and am... working with some friends to protect the world instead. In a guild." A guild of two people, currently, one of which is a teenager. His tone is more neutral when he says it, because there's so many reasons it was a bad and a good decision--but it's one he has to stand by, now, and there's no point being conflicted about it.

"What did a tear in the Veil do?" He can guess based on what he's been told, but not being from Thedas he should probably confirm it.