There is a long stare as Savio takes in the woman who cried Darkspawn. The hand that cast fire is given a stare. Whatever dialogue that is about to be prompted is stopped as something... Bad happens. Vienne went to that location... But the Warden is not sure exactly what has transpired. If that was not bad enough, there is something close by, something strong. There was not time for discussion and persuasion, so orders would have to due. "You are not going to the Chantry," Savio stated plainly to Elsa. "You are going to stay here. Stray from this spot and I will have to assume you mean myself and my allies harm. That is not recommended."
With the belly scratched, Culture Hound rises up swiftly, taking in the area as Hilda goes to get revenge for a death in the party. While happily panting about and yipping at the onset, as the sounds of battle fill the air, the beast takes a seat and just watches. Perhaps he is beginning to understand the gravity of the situation... Or maybe he doesn't want to get his lovely fur tainted.
It is unlikely people wish for Savio's leadership or insight. Thankfully (or regretfully), they shall get it anyway. After all, they have the right to listen or ignore him. If they die because they did not believe or trust him... That is their issue, not his own. "The numbers of the enemy is dropping rapidly, but stay together. Do not let them pull you apart! If they flee beyond sight of the village, pull back. I repeat, if they flee beyond the sight of the village, pull back!" he yells at the top of his lungs, hoping to reach warriors seen and unseen.
"Time to see what my new talents can do," Savio states under his breath before he closes his eyes almost completely and scans the area with the intentionally blurred vision. The direction that the Joining guides him in is clear, a two story building. While he doesn't know exactly where they are, he finds out the location of at least one Darkspawn as his eyes lift to the opened window above.
A shortbow groans softly and Savio lunges out of the way as an arrow shoots toward the ground. As it makes contact, a small explosion of fire rips apart the ground. An intense look is given as the Antivan Crow considers the situation. It all makes sense. Have a small force attack while someone is watching... Understand how the defenses are laid out and how they respond. You lose some people, but you can make your main attack much more effective. It is rare that the Antivans wage open war, but if they did, this is certainly how they would do so. If/when Savio finds out the acts of the bard, then it there will be even more reasons to consider sneaky plots were afoot. Yet again, Savio forces his self proclaimed genius to focus on the matter at hand and figure out how to take out his new mark.
The shorter Darkspawn was not as large as some of the other Darkspawn, yet oddly enough, it seemed to come off as three to Savio. Maybe it was just the 'power' of the abomination or perhaps others were in wait, hoping to take him out like they just did the other foreign Grey Warden. Whatever the case, the Crow had to handle the situation and seemingly this was right up his alley. Discussions of teamwork would have to wait until after this battle. For now, Savio would handle this menace on his own.
Racing for the building, Savio kicked the unlocked door open, ready to handle whoever was inside. There was nothing to greet him... Save an open cellar door. There was no sign of the genlock, not even a smell. Savio winced as powerful (and according to Savio, disgusting) Fereldan spices seemed to permeate from the darkened store area.
It was waiting down there for him in the darkness, doing whatever it could to hide itself.
Most people would throw a fiery vial or spell down there if given the chance, hoping to ferret out the foe. But that may not work. And it certainly is not the way of the Crow. Putting one knife away, Savio lifted the cellar door, so it was just beginning to close. Only when he dropped in, did the solitary elf let it close behind him, making sure that the gentle light of the moon does not follow him.