"Of Tevinter? Scary." The elf lets out a quiet chuckle, keeping his grin as he follows Maria's march. "However will I sleep tonight, knowing I'm traveling with templars and a dashing man from Tevinter?"

Fate adjusts his hat and looks on ahead to their path ahead of them. This certainly will be a journey, won't it?

"Ah, well. I assure you the truth is far less enjoyable than any lie I could tell you. But I promise tales nonetheless."

Though he can only see primarily her back, he does offer to Maria politely, "Well met, then."