Northstar Vale ¹ oþlō

Interest piqued, she followed — as she always did when it came to Andraste. They woven through barren trees, sky gloomy and dim between gnarled branches stretched out above them. Andromaque sniffed the air, wondering what type of scent whatever Andraste had seen would have. There was nothing odd about the woods, at least not that she noticed. ”Can you describe what you saw?” she asked, searching for any inkling of a hint as to what it was Andraste had seen in the woods.