"Mabari," comes wreathed in smoke. A small distinction, one that likely matters only to a Fereldan.


"Ruadh," Ellis tells Fitz, tone softening fondly over the name. Roo-ah, well worn and affection. The hulking creature in question pricks ears, eyes flicking over to Fitz. "He came south with me winter before last."

Between them, Ellis extends a hand, offering the cigarette. If Fitz is so inclined.