Ah. Alistair. Nathaniel gives him a nod. Not friends, but Nathaniel knows him well enough to have believed he wouldn't go along with Clarel, at least.

"He doesn't need to know how pale and tired he looks, so lay off the man," he grumbles at the girls. "Maker. Were you both raised in a barn?"

He approaches Alistair to offer a handshake.

"Good to see you, ser. The Wardens are gathering in Adamant Fortress. Last we could tell, Erimond was in the Western Approach with a few of them. We couldn't get close enough to know what he was doing."