She recognized his voice before she looked up to spy the gentleman that matched Marcel's self-description. He had a pleasant, handsome face. One that definitely stood out in the strangely monochromatic world of Thedas. But really, it was his eyes which drew her attention. They seemed kind. A little sad, maybe. But it was wrong to read too much into someone's face.

Ariadne relied more on scent to understand people.

Curiously, she grabbed a branch over her head and pulled herself up, climbing up in the direction of the rooftop.

"Lord Marcel?" she asked, her voice light and innocent, like a child's, in spite of her decidedly woman-shaped body.