The weary travelers coming out of the Mire have settled in for the night and set up camp, leaving them all to mill around as dinner cooks over the several fires spaced out around the place. Pretty much everyone is in better spirits now that they're out of that gloomy land, and Ellana carries a half full bottle of wine out of her tent, intent on sharing it in celebration. What she doesn't expect is to see Alistair seated by the nearest fire.

She remembers their last talk and his questions about the ancient runes that at the time, she had yet to see in person. Ellana can tell him about them now. As well as just catch up.

"Alistair," she greets with a smile. "What are you doing here?" Her voice is curious as she comes to sit beside him so she can poke at the fire with a stick.