"...Yeah..."
The words barely escaped his lips and to him, they were leagues away from him already. He had stumbled upon that eureka moment. That same one where you're trying to remember something for so long and then it finally comes to you. He was feeling something from the fade. It was a feeling he'd never likely forget and this, what ever it was, had been renewing that feeling of dread since the moment he had walked into the tent. there wasn't many a mage living that didn't know that feeling. It had grown to a soundless crescendo and for a moment her thought he might fall to the ground. Thankfully he was able to focus all his will to answering the questions laid before him and he saved himself, last moment, from toppling like an untied sack of potatoes.
"I-I mean to say, yes. Being so close to the darkspawn, and more then I've seen in my life all heaped together, is taking it's toll it would seem. It's something I'll learn to grow used to, I'm sure."
He resisted the urge to steal a glance at the man again then bowed quickly before the two of them, each individually.
"My name is Talon. Scholar, tinker, dabbler of the profane arts."
He created a small icicle between his two palms then pressed them together, causing it to disappear.
"It's wonderful to meet you both and I look forward to working with the two of you.
He turned to Colin and grinned widely.
"Please do make sure I'm not cut down in my prime! Though, I think you'll find this mage to have just a minocrum higher pain tolerance then you're run of the mill book worm. I've studied good and long the defensive arts and I tend to stray further into the mix then most of my kind would."
Once he had finished addressing Mr. Colin, he turned to Elone and tried his best to hold on to the outward disguise he was trying to hold against the dreadful emotion washing over him.
"Miss, I have spent some time amongst our kind. Both Dalish and city elf, though neither overly much. You don't seem to quite fit either bill..."
He paused a moment to take in to consideration the possibility that she might now want, at all, to talk of any of this.
"You are free to be as you'd like around me. If you can ever find the time. I'd like to discuss elven matters with a source that could possibly know more then I, not that it would be an overly hard task."
He shot her another soft smile and straightened his back against the growing discomfort. He would need to take a moment outside of the tent if he were to hold up his facade. He cleared his throat and began to walk to the front of the tent.
"I'm stepping out, just for a moment of air."
He hadn't really been speaking to anyone and the last few words seemed to catch in his craw a bit.
