Northstar Vale there, on the small of his back,

BIG EYEs ooo

Much of this early eve had been spent skulking along faded preytrails, worn and wearied by clawed and cloven step alike; sifting through all that which was yet to be found within the very Vale. When Andraste was not sharing these days bartering ambitions with her people  (and likewise listening, of course),  she was peering beneath many a root; sniffing amongst every cranny for some way and reason to expand these inner territories for all.
And so it was that from such a little exploration was the fée forging, with the beckoning having fluted through the winterwinds. Whoever this rogue be, he did not have to wait long for the arrival of Undómiel;
she who stood now before him, all that she lacked in stature made up for in gentle grace unending:  "Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, wanderer,"  the silver lilts, foreign and floral.  "What is it that you seek in ze realm of ze Courtfall?"