"--such a good boy, aren't you? Yes, you are. The world's most adorable engine of death--" Busy giving much needed belly rubs to a happily wriggling mabari, a slight elven woman in Warden armor glances up as it sinks in that she's being addressed. Ahem. She straightens, tucking back her hair and trying to pretend she was intercepted at a more dignified moment. You never saw this, ser.

And she doesn't recognize the Warden before her, but that doesn't stop her from trying to be helpful. "There isn't a specific Warden encampment, actually, we're a bit spread out compared to our former arrangement at Skyhold. Our senior Wardens are Alistair and Nathaniel Howe. I can show you to the office, at least. Garahel, come."

The mabari responds with a whine, still on his back. Does petting-time really have to end?