There wasn't time to wait for a response from the young woman, as more and more people began to rush into the streets -- Talfryn was too distracted by the flash of the young templar's helm and the glow of the towering blonde Anders' hair as they joined the pair. He was no Warden, but he held seniority amongst them, all quite young enough to be his children. It made him feel old, and incredibly protective. He put a hand on the young man's shoulder, lightly urging him toward the mage. "Ser Arkaitz," he said calmly, as strange as it was to address the boy with his formal title, "Escort Miss Devar to the tavern. Keep the patrons as calm as possible. If anyone in there can be armed, have them at the ready. Bar the doors. As for you," he turned to the girl, "prepare yourself for triage, if you can. I'll send the healers over to your location as soon as I find them."
He smiled, though there was no cheer to it, as his brow was knit with obvious dismay at their situation. Talfryn moved his hand from Loic's shoulder and didn't wait for any verbal response, bowing his head as he instructed the archer to follow him. "Miss Aelricsdottr," he addresed her politely, though it was a mouthful more than simply saying 'Hilda', "I'm uncertain as to where the Wardens may be--" And as if on cue, a small dog came rushing up to the woman's heels. The knight resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Well, now he knew where his least favorite member of the order was. As the small dog bounced around their heels, yipping and yapping away, Talfryn watched the former assassin confirm their suspicions of darkspawn and then depart out of sight again.
He bit back a sigh, rather displeased that responsibility for the masses fell to his shoulders. Better that he'd stayed than gone with Coan, but better that Coan had remained here than left. The redhaired warrior turned back to Hilda, correcting himself, "There's one... I don't know where Lady Reyer is, however. But I think the bells mean that both of them know there are darkspawn about. With any luck, Savio should be able to root some of them out, if he can, as they say, sense them." Talfryn didn't mean to be a skeptic, but he still had difficulty trusting in the Antivan -- not his capability as a fighter, but his dedication to defending the public.
But there was no use idly discussing the matter here. Even Savio had rushed into the fray. Talfryn resumed giving instruction, "Come, we may not have the same keen detection ability, but it would do us good to look for ourselves." He gestured for Hilda to follow him to the darkened edges of town, around the Chantry building to the winding path leading to the docks. As unlikely as he thought it was for the hurlock and genlock forces to take to the waters, he wasn't about to ignore the possibility that they were lurking in the alleyways between the lakeside shacks. Talfryn tried to move as swiftly and silently as possible, though the bulk of his armor rattled against itself as he walked, and hoped that the bard's eyes were keener than his were becoming in old age.