Alacruun is more than a little stressed these days. He's been hearing disturbing rumors from Tevinter and while he normally wouldn't be that worried, one of the few people he actually likes has not been heard from in some time and he doesn't like that. Especially not after she left him a strange and cryptic and altogether alarming message via sending crystal before going silent. So he's taken to trying to walk off his stress, in between penning missives and doing his best to keep himself occupied.

Idle hands will do him no good now. He needs to be moving. To find something to give himself purpose. Inactivity and helplessness just makes him remember his prison. So he walks when he has nothing better to do.

The brightly adorned... vehicle caught his eye, along with the elf working on it. He pauses in his measured tread and then detours to take a look, brow furrowed as he gives her handiwork a once-over.

"...does any of that have any particular meaning? Or is it merely meant to look flashy?"