The two Templar of course attempt to spar again but their spar is interrupted by the approach of dawn. The day is about to begin and with it Skyhold itself awakens. A last exchange of laughter is shared between the Templars before the younger of the two takes their leave. Sauveterre says his farewells to the cadet as he sheathes his blades. With nothing but raw adrenaline still coursing through his veins, Alayre wants nothing more than to spar again but there's no one here that would challenge. Most people fear this man and with good reason. Upholding the remnants of his order upon his back, Knight-Commander Sauveterre literally personifies an age of brutality that the mages would sooner forget. No one truly understands why Alayre took the title of Knight-Commander here within the Inquisition but he wears this title better than most, especially better than those hailing from Kirkwall.

A sigh escapes the man as he turns to take his leave here. It's then that he meets the gaze of a young woman who had watched him earlier. The Knight-Commander greets her with some surprise but that quickly changes. He bows towards the woman elegantly with the flair of a thespian upon the stage. "Is it safe to assume that all the laughter awoke you?" Alayre questions with a hint of humor in his tone. "Not many people seem fond of dawn for they often miss its approach." This is true. Skyhold doesn't start bustling about until after the late morning and early afternoon.