Daeron nodded and then sighed. "No offense but I think it would be better to take a smaller more focus group deep in after the first assault marching an army is just going to get the attention of more Darkspawn. We both know the last thing we need is all the Darkspawn descending upon a large force in those tight quarters." He answered the commander. "You can stay with the main force and protect the dwarves. We can't let this sight get taken, however we need more evidence of what's going on before I can start enforcing our treaties. This might not be a Blight however if Ferelden were lost to Darkspawn soon the dwarves and Orlais would follow. 

He sighed. "More importantly we need to think about this like two armies fighting. If they are at civil war and it's lower Darkspawn fighting the upper. The upper need more room... Where is the most room? Up here under the sky." He said looking the commander in the eyes. "We need to think about this like an invasion, keep most of our forces here and skirmish and scout until we know what they want and how to stop them." He said, rational and collected, very much opposed to how he acted earlier chanting cutting down the horde as he stood outside the line alone. "Commander need to conserve and reinforce. I know that might sound rather boring but well... You can't always play the hero." 

He sat down in a chair. "Anyway I wanted to also gift this to you and Alistair... It seems right you two should have it, I have read it and the First Warden doesn't know I took it. It's Duncan's journal, you'll it's rather an interesting read. More importantly it also contains information for Alistair. Namely more on his mother... It might not be something he wants to here but it is the truth." He answered flatly steeping the old leather book down in front of the woman. 

Just as he was preparing to leave a young man burst in to the tent. He seemed to be asking for the commander. "Sorry boy, but as of my arrival I am in charge. High Constable Daeron, you want to talk to the person in charge its me let the commander rest." He said as he stepped outside Beaky eagerly followed along at his side, the elf didn't shrink back. He walked out his rank could seen open his gleaming armor, between scratches and dents it was clear this Elf was the Warden in charge. 

Turning he began to look for Mila, he needed to find the woman and check in with her. Getting her back to the other would give them a little war council of sorts. "Beaky go stay by the tent... Keep away any unwanted visitors." The creature gave something between a purr and caw. Taking position outside the tent it shut it's eyes however it kept its nose alert able to pick out scents easily. Daeron continued to search the camp for Mila, she would have been the Warden Constable to the Commander no doubt.