Kian looks like he'd really like to be invisible right now, caught between Merrill and Teren. He reaches up to tug on an earlobe, glancing at Ashton. "Four days ago?" It sounds more like he's asking them than simply being unsure. How he's feeling isn't helped by the tightening of the other mage's hand on his shoulder.

"Four days ago," he repeats with more confidence. "They headed in then, once they'd, they'd rested for the night. I didn't see them afterward." There's some sincerity to his voice, some of that might be true, but he looks stiff and nervous.

In the meantime, the grandmotherly looking mage is patting her hair and looking like she has all the time in the world. "Maker bless you, dear boy, but we don't exactly hold with protocol around here. If we did, we would have invited Templars to our little village... but I'll answer nonetheless. I first saw Wardens Albert and Garrett around midday five days ago."