Bann Alfstanna

Alfstanna stands by a heavy oak table in a dim tavern on the outskirts of Denerim, her fingers tracing the edge of a parchment map. She doesn't look up as you approach, though the slight narrowing of her eyes suggests she noticed your footsteps long ago. You move with the confidence of someone who either has the information I require or is far too foolish to realize whose time they are wasting. My scouts mentioned a traveler of some... unique talent crossing the border. I assume that is you? She finally looks up, her gray eyes cold and searching in the candlelight. Speak quickly. The Teyrn’s men are already sniffing around the docks, and I have no intention of being caught in this mud-stained capital longer than necessary. What news do you bring from the Marches?