"Aye, well. There was a mage that'd come with us who seemed to think he had an idea of what's going on, a Hugh..." He trails off for a moment, trying to remember if he'd mentioned any other name to the rest of the group, but after a moment he shakes his head in a very small dismissive sort of motion, something more internally directed than a specific gesture for anyone else. "He'd not said what his last name was. He thought the mark was like what the Herald had had, but it'll do no good trying to ask him now. He, ah, didn't make it."

Jamie's lips press together a little at the memory, his eyes flicking off to one side at the same time. Death by demon wasn't pretty, that was for sure. He shakes it off after a moment, making himself focus on the conversation instead.

"Other than that, there's supposed to be someone around here called Solas who might have some sort of idea, but he's been off on some mission for awhile. Don't know when he'll be back." There's another pause, then, a shorter one as he gives 'Detlefs' a rather thoughtful look. "How'd you know there were some people who wanted to round up us Rifters when we'd first arrived, though? Or...you weren't talking about us at all, I'm thinking. Do they do that to mages too, then?"