IT’S HARDLY HIS FIRST RUN AT THIS , recruiting for the dread wolf , but there’s a stark difference between a mistreated maid and . . . well , anyone dalish . he knows his cause sounds insane to anyone even mildly familiar with the old tales , but he’s no fool , and fen’harel talks of fixing the world , restoring arlathan , saving the people . with his sister off battling some ancient evil , what is he to do ? sit idly by , abandon his chance to undo the mistakes of the past ? no ; silvhen is as much a creature of duty as his twin , and if the dread wolf succeeds , his clan will never suffer again .
‘ aneth ara , lethallan , ’ he greets . though armed , a bow at his back , silvhen holds his palms open : i mean no harm . though fen’harel has revealed to him the nature of the vallaslin , he has yet to meet the man in person and have it removed ; falon’din’s mark still lines his face in veins of red . ‘ you’re a difficult woman to find . ’
probably impossible , for a lesser hunter , but silvhen is second only to his mother on the trail of prey . though prey is such a nasty word ; he means her no harm .
‘ i’ve come to talk . there’s opportunity for the world to change , and we could use your help . ’
