Sparrow sat for a brief moment, his mind sifting through her words to decipher their entire meaning. But it was only a moment before he hopped up, slinging his bow onto his back and quickly packing up the few things he owned. He had everything packed in a small dark brown leather satchel that he hung around his neck.

Smiling at Athelya, Sparrow chuckled,[color=gold]"Well, since you haven't yet attempted to butcher me, I think I'm gonna go with you,"[/color] he said with a soft chuckle before coming to stand next to her. Placing his hands on his hips, he sighed softly and looked at the forest around them. His eyes were tense with worry about the things she had said to him, and Sparrow didn't doubt the truth to her words.

Athelya seemed to have a good understanding about the state of things and what exactly was going on, which was good for Sparrow because he didn't have a damn clue what was going on for the most part. He had understood some Tevinter psycho had tried to throw open the doors to something called the Black City, but Sparrow didn't know what that was. It didn't sound good though, so Sparrow doubted it was.

[color=gold]"Well, if shit's gonna hit the fan I might as well try and help you stop it. It's better than sitting here and waiting for the shit to kill me,"[/color] he said and looked at her with a smile.