For a moment it perhaps seems as though the name and title would go unrecognized. But then something else flickers in his eyes, as though he's looking at Cyril much more closely.

"The Inquisitor. I see. So Varric didn't exaggerate about you being a Dalish elf."

But something makes him frown, eyes narrowing somewhat in confusion as he looks to the shortened left arm.

"Early retirement?"