His lodgings are about as spartan as one might expect of the Traitor Teyrn, who has naught to his name but the shirt on his back and the tools of his trade--and a decent map case. It is the contents of this last that he is examining on the rickety table inside his quarters when Teren arrives. Looking up, Loghain takes a sip from the mug of weak tea he'd prepared for himself, ostensibly before bed, and walks over to the door, opens it--

He looks from Teren to the tin, then back again. While guarded, his expression could easily be described as cordial, too. "Yes?"