This was not the first time the skald was privy to a reunion long in the making; she was certain it would be far from the last, and as the Templar and the young mage seemed oblivious to everyone else at this recrossing of their combined wyrd, she was loath to interrupt the joy of it with impertinent questions and unwelcome interference. So, smiling the wise secret smile of the borrowed wisdom of her ancestors, she let them be and joined Coan in his greeting of the elder mage present, who was anxious at the presence of Bryland's Mabari pup and almost adrift without the young Templar there to anchor her. Another such mage raised to the cage that was the Tower, Hilda thought, seeing how the Enchanter's eyes skated across Aurin like nails crost a chalkboard.
Hilda legged her way up onto the dock from where she was at the lakeside, coming up behind Coan, her friendliest demeanor called into service and her smile brighter than the fading sun in the distance. Coan introduced himself first, and once he was done, the skald added, "She ees ferry smart, hyu know. Eef hyu esk her no to jamp op on hyu, she vill no. Is no reason to be afraid." The thick Anderfeln accent, she was coming to realize, had a mollifying effect; those Fereldans who were angry or sorrowful or afraid, any extreme of emotion really, would take time from their busy schedules to experience confusion and attempt to puzzle through her words, sometimes long enough to forget what they were mad or sad or scared about. "I am Hilda Aelricsdottr, skald. Is pleashyur to meet hyu."