It was odd that the boy greeted them so brightly... and it was stupid.
What injured person approaches a group of strangers at night? She looked over Cormac, his posture was relaxed, but a moment ago...
The boy was foolish and associating with fools, no matter how respected their bodyguards, was dangerous. He was walking upright, and must have been alright.
Confusion had settled over the humans, and they waited for some cue from their dwarven charges. Signy had practically stumbled over her own feet just to greet the newcomers, while Falina held back.
She knew deeply, (unsure of how she knew it) but knew that Cormac's discomfort came from the unknown. He'd looked after her in surface matters, dwarven matters were her responsibility, regardless of how little she actually understood them.
Falina didn't believe in ghost stories, no Duster invested in them. "They are Dwarves, not dead... the Legionnaires... they hold the Thaigs, and keep the darkspawn in the Deep Roads... from spilling into our streets, and then above," she spoke lowly, unsure if Imenry could hear, but she spoke mostly for Cormac's benefit. "They live in the Deep Roads, and have no life outside of them... this is... strange."
Her voice was calm, and she tried to steady her shaking legs. She wanted nothing more than to run over to them, but she had not been greeted. Whatever they were doing on the surface was important, and she wouldn't dream of taking a moment from them.
They were legends who guarded her life without having known her name or seen her face, and had done the same for her ancestors. Legionnaires owed her nothing, least of all a greeting, or an answer to any of the dozens of questions she once had, but could now no longer remember.