Kallian rarely lingers long in the tavern. Just time to get something to eat, maybe hear a song or two, but then back to her work. Often, she thinks the small wing beside the tavern would be a nice place for a proper infirmary instead of just healing tents in the sodden courtyard. At first, while she sips at a bowl of stew, she finds the dog an idle curiosity. Not many of those who come to the Inquisition can afford a mabari, though there are a number of dogs around Skyhold. But, no two mabari are exactly alike, and the longer she looks, the more the young elf is certain she's seen that mabari before.

She moves closer, under seeming pretense to pet the dog.

"Dar? Is that you?" she whispers.