Moonspear neresā

The way Hydra moved on thereafter was something not quite seen by Dirge. At least not with the full conviction behind it, not with the glimmer of something dredged up deep from her past that he only recalled and inkling of. And he had been there—imagine that. Her start forward only implored him to follow but without the malice that she carved as she halted Andraste; it would have been to stop her rather than let her render flesh from bone right there, even as she commanded differently of him.

But he had long shown that he did not heel easily, if at all, and he watched the two she-wolves silently. In spite of knowing enough to piece together the finer details into the bigger picture, he did not, and instead caught himself racking his own memory to find just who it was that she knew with only one eye. Charon flickered to life in his mind's eye, but then he was gone. A fool her father may have been, not a murderer Dirge did not paint him, even now.

Then who?

There was little time to put it all into consideration—he still had a job to do.

He summoned for Arcturus and Lyra, to inform them of what would be occurring, of where they would be going, and what to do once he had met with them. Thinking the women would be off, he would catch up with Hydra and Andraste as they went along, wholly invested in what would unfold from there.

you guys are welcome to dirge skip over the next round or two or so for continuity purposes.