Yellow eyes, like the girl before. It catches him off-guard. His grandmother told stories about eyes like that — fables far out of place now, bathed in lowland finery. Alan blinks.

"They put the sun on everything," He comments, regaining himself with a hesitant smile. The Chantry's symbols haven't been in as great evidence here as in Skyhold, but that's like saying that there are fewer deep mushrooms in one cave than another. "You'd think they'd heed it."