The huge Fereldan Gareth filed into the back of the room where the volunteers were assembled for the Duke's expedition.  His cloak today was a flat grey, his hair gathered loosely at the nape of his neck.<br/><br/>The mason was a touch late, having spent too long gawking at the grand buildings of Jader on the way in. He had been through the city a number of times on his previous trips to Orlais, but that didn't stop him from going to see the crowning monuments of the place each time. Ferelden still had a long way to go in terms of artistry Despite the delay, Gareth was still in time to catch the important exchanges from the back of the room, watching the Duke over the heads of all the elves.<br/><br/>And what a curious company it was, almost all elves and females at that. As a mason, Gareth didn't have much of an opinion on elves. Those in the cities paid for work if and when they could afford it, just like any one else. As for the Dalish, well, they remained a relative unknown to him apart from a few brief meetings of chance on the road. Gareth shrugged mentally to himself, if nothing else he have a bunch of pretty elf women to look at during the expedition, even if he was really in it for the stonework.<br/><br/>He mused on the exchanges happening in front of him, rubbing his chin gently and smirking at the bodyguard's enthusiastic correction. He made a low grumbling sound, then spoke up to voice his own concerns, a deep voice rolling over the room.<br/><br/><span style="color: #A0522D">"Your Grace, my question is one of logistics. Does your expedition already have the supplies gathered to sustain the group for the duration, with reserve should there be any delays?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>