Yngvi prattles about nonsense for most of the way out of the immediate vicinity of the Gallows and the Inquisition presence - the sort of gossip people would expect him to know but nothing they'd care about. Maybe Ellana cares about the price of the oil he's using for his traps or there's a maid from one estate having it off with the footman's son from a rival estate? It'd just be weird to walk in silence and he really can't do silence right now anyway without it going to a place he doesn't want it to go and they can't talk about things until he judges they're comfortably out from under the shadow of where they were.

"--so that's obviously causing ructions, word of subpar pins flooding in but you outsource to the bleedin' Anderfels and what d'you reckon'll happen?" Yngvi doesn't expect an answer because he's talking out of his arse, giving a glance around like he did last time. "So, right, been keepin' an eye out for things and got someone I know we can trust to keep an eye when I couldn't keep an eye. I was checkin' out the Lowtown Demons anyway but I might've leaned a bit heavy on it with that snotty Dalish one so it'd look like I was doin' my duty and all that.

"So, we're gonna head to Lowtown first, have a sniff about. Easier to talk here too y'know, less nosy folks." So if Ellana's done anything or heard anything then this is a chance and Yngvi hopes elf girls haven't just been running around Darktown when elves are going missing because he doesn't need his anxiety levels to creep higher.