( See, very few things surprise Elera at this point. There's just a certain amount of bullshit one can go through before deciding 'this might as well happen'. And this? This might as well happen.

He looks like a Qunari, though she knows he can't possibly be one. Not the least because he keeps explaining that he isn't to anyone who looks at him, and being vocal about what he is. An... 'oni'? She frowns, heading out of the doors of Skyhold and down into the courtyard where he is, loudly proclaiming himself to be... 'number one'.

This, Elera decides, is going to be a long, long day. )

You would do well to keep from upsetting everyone in here, you know.

( She says, by way of introduction. )