Well that is the question of the hour, isn't it? Southern Thedas is a madhouse of factions killing each other, people throwing off their alliances of a thousand years, the Chantry leaderless with a Divine's directive being enforced posthumously. Aleron couldn't say one way or another right now if the Seekers even exist any longer or if they've been dismantled like everything he's known as right and orderly his whole life. He's still reeling from finding out that van Reeves really did order the break of the Nevarran Accord. But he just can't accept that. Not yet.

His answer isn't immediate in coming, a twitch in his jaw being one of the few hints he's actually looking for one to give, that and a distant gaze, which allows him to watch the woman with peripheral vision. Alas, Aleron trusts so very few people and not knowing her or the validity of the Inquisition makes her something of a risk. She hasn't attacked him out of hand, however, so there is that. Rebel mages he's met on the road would, and have done, so clearly she's not one of those. Something's up with her, if she's on a first name basis with Cassandra.

"I've known her for years." Not hard to guess they're of an age cohort by appearance alone. "As for being one of her people, that would depend entirely on if she still considers the Seekers her brethren or not."

It's a calculated risk making that much of an admission but one he's weighed and found acceptable.