That shift in Hawke was what finally convinced him. When he’d first arrived here, Lavellan had been wary of sharing future events with the mage, but things had since … progressed in a different direction. "They were looking for him, with help from the Starkhaven prince." He would never forget the way all the color had drained from Varric’s face when he told him of Sebastian’s letter. It still rankled. "He was trying to occupy Kirkwall. Cullen sent soldiers so that the Guard-Captain could oppose him." If that brought any measure of peace to Hawke, he’d be happy. It wasn’t easy bringing such news to anyone.
It didn’t escape his notice that Hawke was reigning in his anger, though it was justifiable all the same. He tried more of the ale and decided it wasn’t too bad. "More with the Inquisition," Lavellan agreed. The clan had occasionally encountered ancient remnants, but nothing could compare to places like Din’an Hanin and the temples built to honor the Evanuris. He wondered where he could even start explaining the things he’d seen. How did someone casually mention they’d met Mythal and Fen’Harel? Or that he carried the voices of Mythal’s servants? Probably not the best way to broach the subject.
"The eluvians," he began, wondering how he was supposed to ask when he barely understood it himself. "Magic mirrors of my people. Your friend Merrill had one, didn’t she? What happened to it?"