Moonspear neresā

He hadn't been far off when the call raised.

For a place that had once again grown quiet at its borders, it was both surprising and foreboding that someone else would raise a clamor for attention. But there had been enough in the comings and goings as of late to warrant potential for something else—perhaps someone had come with word of Vela, or maybe it was one of their so-called allies with information.

What he did not anticipate seeing at their borders was the pale sight of Andraste; his hackles prickled uncomfortably from where he first viewed her, though he quieted them and his demeanor by the time he had strode down to meet her head on. Despite baring composure, his gaze lingered on her harshly, and his tongue offered a terse exchange.

"Why have you come?"