Three days with the... whatever the appropriate terms for these greyskins were. Scout's eavesdropping on their argument at Ostagar had not proved enlightening on the issue of vocabulary, given Maas was presumably 'Tal-Vashoth', and Isala not so. 'Kosith,' Commander Levine had termed the two in more discreet circumstances, but Scout thought it wholly possible for anyone not of their upbringing to be incorrect about it. Or indeed anyone who [i]was[/i] of their culture, given how the two interacted.

Mostly the dwarf had served as a picket for the party, as there was little need to practice the tracking skills he'd made an active effort to hone since emerging onto the Surface. They'd had enough food for the trip, and the road to Redcliffe had been very clearly worn by more than centuries of use. His redundancy during the trek had depressed Scout, which he'd ignored as best he could.

When they finally reached their destination, Scout was reminded distinctly of the open sky. The castle, after all, was on a cliff, overlooking a lake too great to see across, which meant no trees. The issue of metaphorical walls and a ceiling was left to the darkness in the northern sky, which Commander Levine had termed 'not a storm'. Scout, wary of the Surface's 'weather,' observed the lake grimly.

"What is it that's prevented us recruiting this Arl before now?" Scout asked, when prompted. "Or anyone in command of soldiers? They know Wardens have been the ones to defeat every previous Archdemon, yes?"

While he didn't care to speak out of turn, Scout was curious, and a bit sulky after the previous few days. He would not pass up the opportunity his Commander had given.