While another person might have been disapproving in the way they look at the helmet, the elfroot, then back up to Elian's face, Étienne's has carefully been trained out of showing any idle emotion on it.

"I am Ser Étienne with the contingent of Templars attached to the Inquisition returning from Therinfal Redoubt," Étienne says evenly, his hands clasped behind his back rather than resting on the sword at his hip. He knows how fast he can draw it if he needs. "My brothers in arms sent me to make contact with the closest camp to see if there's any assistance we can give as we are passing through the Hinterlands on the way back to Skyhold. Any help in finding the camp would be greatly appreciated, none of us are locals to the area."