Johann smirked up at Arl Teagan in approval, nodding to the second Warden when he was introduced. The name Bryland struck a chord of recognition somewhere, but she had no real notion why, nor did she care to give it much thought. "You just doubled the number of Wardens I've met in my life, son. Can't tell you how good it is to see the Grey here."
Deferring to the Arl and his retinue, the dwarf waited for them to lead the way inside (rather than simply bowling her way on through, as she seemed fully capable of attempting.) Despite the humans' longer legs and the dwarf's weariness cracking through her bold veneer, as they moved on she gave every impression that she actually had to slow down her loping stride to match theirs.
"There's a smell in this town," the woman drawled matter-of-factly as she walked, glancing around and- for the most part- up at the little crowd that seemed to have formed around her, "I could even pick it up over the lake whenever the wind turned northward. Bonfires and rot." Bonfires meant funerals for Andrasteans, and the mildew smell, that undercurrent of stagnant pond-water, said nothing less than Darkspawn. Then, when you burned them to keep the Blight out of your soil, they somehow managed to smell even worse.