Then there were the people not made for stealth, like Fenris. Running out from the bottom of the tree, the elf had his sword drawn and his markings alight, glowing brighter and brighter until his whole body turned ghost-like and shimmering.

Gritting his teeth, he shouted to distract the snake, gauntlets grasping the blade tight and ready. Bigger than a high dragon, this one. Much bigger.

It was oddly soothing to fight together with people again, even if he wasn't tuned in to their fighting styles yet. It reminded him of the motley crew in Kirkwall. All that it was missing was a bearded asshole of a Champion.