It would overstating it to say that this is the best day of Tavin's life because there are several days all attempting to fight one another for that particular honour - going to where Toth was slain as a boy, graduating from university, that one field trip where he got to watch a baby dragon hatch and then nearly got eaten but oh how worth it that was! - but that mark! The stories he has heard of those marks!

"My lady," he greets because you have a proper Nevarran gentleman even if he's dirty from time in the field and the getting here, "I have no contact precisely - was there to be one? I haven't been anywhere I could write ahead and at first I'd been set to make my way to Skyhold until I got word that the Inquisition had moved so then there was making my way here, ensuring safe passage--"

This continues in more or less the same tone for several minutes with a lot of apologising because some people really were raised to have manners. (The most polite Dracula-sounding dude, like classic Dracula, what does a Nevarran sound like we don't know but we think it's a vampire probably.)

"I've come to lend my expertise in my area of study, I didn't think to be so lucky as to meet one of you marked by a rift so soon. Such fortune is so rare!" Somewhere his horse is just sighing. Deeply.