Between her magics and his meditations, Ellion was beginning to come to grips with his own emotional state. Only a few days wasn't nearly enough to find real balance, but at least as they neared the pass he could control the hostility he felt toward her. Along the way he bartered with the occasional merchant and peddler, purchasing enough leather to fashion bracers for his arms and legs. It wasn't steel plate or even chainmail, but it was a lot more comforting to have anything rather than bare cloth on his limbs. Once they'd gone far enough from Redcliffe he had begun to wear his sword again, the blade loose and ready at his hip.<br/><br/>And so when a figure rushed them, cloaked and obscure, Ellion drew his blade and was halfway toward stabbing their aggressor before he realized that not only did he know Lana, he knew her<i>well.</i>He couldn't help glaring a bit as he eased back and slid Nevermore back into its sheathe. He didn't like this. Not one bit. The crystal made him frown even deeper as he realized she'd been carrying a means to be tracked the entire time. Tracked by a mage of the Imperium.<br/><br/>"Thane," he said stiffly and nodded back as the man bowed. "I'm sure you've heard plenty about us barbarous Fereldans. That said, if you know what we're about, then we don't really have the time to spare to sit around chatting." He glanced at Lana. "Do we?"