Northstar Vale i don’t understand us, you should find your way home

Busted. Cupid halted in his tracks, closed his eyes and held his breath. Who had caught him at his weakest point? Andraste? The old woman? Oh for the love of all that's holy don't be her.

He spun around, expecting to see the hag with a dissapointed frown on her face but.. nothing was there. He squinted and looked over everything again until he spotted cold blue eyes staring back at him. No wonder why he'd missed him at first, the man melted into darkness. Well apart from his mane, and those eyes, and the scars. Cupid liked scars.

What?