With so many bodies so busy, Araceli doesn't correct Tyrion this time and she is too good to flinch now at the sound of her given name. That girl is dead to the world, that girl has never existed to a single soul on this ship but she thrusts the spyglass out at whoever is first to take it.

"I would sooner see a dozen Qunari dreadnoughts bearing down on us than what I see now. It wasn't so very long ago after all that the Inquisition still had what amounted to a fleet before it was completely lost." Her mouth twists since she hasn't been a bard in three years and when it comes to this, she's allowed to be so angry she could spit nails. "So it has been Llomerynn and pirates, no resistance fleet either. But if you wil direct your gazes starboard then take a good look at what we're coming up on?"

A blockade, effectively. Not a small one either with ships stretching far and wide though it's not quite as easy to tell since the sun hasn't burned through the cloud yet but there are sails on the horizon all with flags that billow in the wind; is it the number that should be alarming or the flags? A good eye will spot the mark of the Tevinter Imperium and all the trappings but a keen eye will spot a sight that's been rare since the loss of the fleet: Orlesian ships.