"I've never seen it." Rhone admitted. He'd grown up with the Alienage as a distant neighbor. When he'd cared enough to see it, the gates had been closed to him. Now that he was older, he was too busy to care, too sure that duty would lead him there eventually. The elves were finely attuned to magic. Many of his peers had gone, over the years, and it hadn't been asked yet of him.
Maybe he lacked a delicate touch.
"If we go, we watch," he emphasized the last part, the softness in his eyes becoming more stern. "Unless we see something that requires immediate intervention. You're bullheaded. So am I. Let's not kill each other. Or these elves."
He considered what she said about the games at court. Coded conversations weren't his strongest hand. "How do you know these things?" Rhone didn't even know her name. He'd only seen her a handful of times, performing. Had she been hired entertainment, in the right place at the right time?