"I have no doubt. The damage Anders did went much further than one Chantry." He shook his head at the thought as they set out together down the trail, spear butt tapping the ground as he walked alongside the horse. "I'm not worried about being mistaken for a Templar that far north, though. If need be I can prove myself, but it would be best if I were viewed as more of a basic warrior than a mage-keeper." He paused and glanced at Lana. "Or can mages tell when there's a Templar near? Can you sense the lyrium in my blood? I never considered that it might be exactly the case... mm. No matter." He shrugged. "I was sent on this journey, I will do my part without complaint. Even if, eventually, that part ends up with me not doing anything and sitting in a pub while you and the Magister question mages."<br/><br/>He remained relatively silent, though not out of any sort of sour mood, as they continued down the path. He hummed and spoke when spoken to, but his thoughts had turned inward, back once again to the conditions and tribulations of his past. The Tower had never run many female Templars, and obviously he had not been trusted alone with the lady mages after everything. Where Lana had been fighting off the courtships of dashing men like Thane, Ellion had been distinctly discouraged from seeking any sort of companionship. Not that he had ever felt much drive for one; the experience of his reconditioning had left a bad taste in his mouth when it came to seeking the comforts of a lover. The only time he had ever felt any sort of urge in the time since was when Lana herself had turned back up.<br/><br/>In due course they crested a rise and the ocean came into full view, a glittering blue expanse that stretched across the horizon. He thought he might be able to make out the Marches on the far side, but it could have just as easily been clouds. He was so preoccupied with the sight that he nearly walked right over a figure laying prone in the road, his foot digging hard into the individual's side. The person coughed and swore, rolling over onto their back, and he saw that underneath a green hood the person was a female elf. "Oi, ow, you great clumsy brute!" she wheezed, clutching her side and rolling back and forth in pain.<br/><br/>Ellion peered down at the elf in mild curiosity. He hadn't kicked her that hard, not really. What interested him more were the delicate lines under and next to her eyes, curving elegantly out from the bridge of her nose and up toward her temples. "A Dalish elf? Alone on a mountain trail? Either this is an ambush, or you're far from home,<i>falon.</i>"<br/><br/>"Oh, don't speak our language like you think it's cute,<i>shem,</i>" she spat, lurching to her feet quicker than he'd have thought possible.<br/><br/>Ellion smiled a bit crookedly. "<i>Ir abelas. </i>I was raised by elves. They taught me what they could."<br/><br/>The woman scowled suspiciously, then turned her attention to Lana instead. "I don't suppose YOU were raised by elves, too, were you?" she asked, a bit shortly, arms folding tight over her chest. Her hood ended in a small cape that barely covered her shoulders, and the rest of her outfit was made out of worn, soft leather, though a few patches looked quite a bit like wood, or even bark. A pair of knives rested on her hips, and an empty quiver hung off her back.