As most in the warden camp have discovered, Teren likes the night watch. Between the song and her age and the darkspawn blood roiling through her veins, she doesn't find a lot of rest these days, but that's no excuse to not make herself useful.

Spotting Adelaide by her strange light, Teren approaches, her footfalls silent as she pads along the stone. "Lady Leblanc," she says, gruffly but quietly, shrouded in darkness beyond the wisp, "we will know before any darkspawn arrive." There are dreams. And she, well, she'll be awake to hear them approaching. They're not tremendously subtle.