Meoni grins, glancing at Sarrael's squiggles for just a moment before looking back to her. Probably not runes. How do mage runes even work? Meoni sure doesn't know.

"I haven't been to Skyhold yet, so I'm not getting what I'm told is the best part, but otherwise? There's a hot meal every night, so I'm not complaining." The simple things were important. Meoni rolled her weight, feeling her hip click unhappily. Getting old was a pain.

"Meoni Kost, from Vedas' Marchers." An old, somewhat respected large mercenary group. "As of recently, anyway. What brings you here?"