Leliana does not take long to arrive. Indeed, she takes an almost alarmingly short time, and when she arrives she moves towards the scout with long strides, quiver full of arrows at her back and a bow in hand, and Maker only knows how many knives could be found on her person.

"What is it?" Quiet and stern in the same moment, urgency not yet dominating her tone. This is a harsher Leliana than the one Beleth saw in the gardens. This is the Nightingale, she who moves swiftly and silently, and whose machinations could make nations shudder. "What has happened here?"

More scouts would be on the way, more beginning the search, many poised awaiting her orders via crystal. How had she missed this? How had they been so infiltrated?