Ser Nerys Ronain, Knight of Redcliffe (ronain) wrote in thedas,
Under her sudden pressing glower, the man stood up straight and made to salute, "Yes, ser." However, all of their attentions were grabbed by the sound of metal shuddering against itself -- someone was trying to run in a suit of armor, a noise that they were familiar with themselves. The three turned to look at the large gate leading to the courtyard. Nerys waved them off to continue the exercise as they were, striding briskly forward to greet whomever it was that was rushing in their direction. Cafall trotted at her heels as she came to a stop at the threshold between the stone wall and the long bridge ahead. The uniform of a templar was unmistakable, though this one wasn't a local. It took a moment for her to identify him, as they'd only met briefly when the Wardens arrived.
"Hail, friend," she called out, uncertain of his name. He looked tired, harried, and not simply in the manner that everyone in Redcliffe was in. The run from the village proper up the hill to the Castle wasn't a short one, nor easy, especially in the summer's heat. He was obviously in a hurry to get here. "What's going on?"