"Not all of them."

"If someone who lives in the Wilds is following us, should we be talking to them about evacuation?"

"If someone who lives in the Wilds is following us, I think we can assume they have noticed the darkspawn," says Ambrose. "But yes, if any such person shows themselves, I might suggest that they leave, temporarily if not permanently."

"Okay."

"Shiral, can you tell anything else about our observer?"

"Likely to be human. Or a tall elf or a short qunari."

Daveth fails at not glancing at Tev when she says "a tall elf."

"No, not that tall," says Shiral.

Acara gives Tev a pat on the arm of "don't worry, I still think of you as shorter than me," and says, "So probably just a human, then."

Tev smiles down at her in appreciation for her support.

"Yes. An extremely stealthy human."

"Okay. Well, they'll show themselves or they won't."

"True enough."

They proceed toward the ruins Ambrose is looking for. Happily, there are no more darkspawn ambushes along the way.

When they get there, a human woman with Chasind decorations on her clothing is perched on the edge of a half-crumbled wall, looking down at them. She has a bow and quiver on her back, a dagger at her belt, and a wary expression on her face.

"Is she the one who was following us?" she asks Shiral.

"I think so," she says slowly. "But she should not have been able to get here so quickly."

"Warden," says the woman on the wall. "Are you here for the treaties? My mother took them away for safekeeping."

"Yes, we are," says Ambrose. "Will your mother give them to us?"

She hops off the wall and lands lightly on the moss-covered stone floor. "Yes. Our house is this way."

"She's a Witch of the Wilds," Daveth mutters with imperfect discretion.

"Are you referring to my mother, or me?"

"Don't know nothing about your mother," he says, a little embarrassed to have been caught.

"She has been called by that name more frequently than I."

This does not seem to reassure Daveth.