"Rarely doth I spy upon a human face
Foliage of such handsome grace."

'Tis all too true, sad though it is to say,
Moustaches so well cared for never come this way.
Fereldan's at their very best
Manage sad tangles of beard, and one would protest
Even a comparison to the splendour
From such negligent pretenders.

But that is quite beside the point;
The Elder Tree straightens all its joints
Draws up high and tall and stern;
There is a lesson they must learn.

"The mist it lingers, does not allay,
The careless caught there for full days
Or more, if they are unaware
Of paths that map the way through there.
The Elder Tree would gladly see
A victorious resolution won for thee,
And thus I offer to lead the way
And fight alongside thee, come what may."

Moment pass, and it turns to Sina,
The one amongst them all that seems a dreamer,
"If thou would wish I will carry thee upon my shoulders,
To spare thee traversing across hill and boulders."

She could also get tangled in some branches
But the Elder Tree likes their chances.