Yes, Sylvando could tell by how fast the soup was disappearing that Crowley very much enjoyed it and smiled, enjoying his own at a slower pace. Here, even more so than on the road back home, it was comfortingly familiar in a place where little else was.

And the name might not have rung a bell, but the description obviously did. "Not by that name, no," Sylvando explained. "But there are prophesies about a similar child in Erdrea called the 'Darkspawn'. Though if I recall correctly, they weren't quite so specific regarding age and the like; just that if he were ever to arise, he would bring ruin upon the world." And who knew; maybe he had. He had no clue whether Mordegon qualified as the Darkspawn, but he certainly fit the 'bringing ruin' part.