Grey eyes are uncommon for any race but they're indeed grey. Much like the metallic shine of a sword or dagger, Sauveterre eyes the mage intently knowing that the youth is a tad unnerved. He's not certain what to make of the mage but so far Sauveterre finds him to be a decent distraction from the rest of Skyhold.
"Nay, I came here upon a friend's behest. Joining the Inquisition was our last resort now that the Order has become chaos." He turns away from the mage and lets out a disgruntle sigh. His discontent is clearly written across his face.
"We only just arrived, him alone and I with fifteen strong hailing from Pharos Tower."
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"Nay, I came here upon a friend's behest. Joining the Inquisition was our last resort now that the Order has become chaos." He turns away from the mage and lets out a disgruntle sigh. His discontent is clearly written across his face.
"We only just arrived, him alone and I with fifteen strong hailing from Pharos Tower."