The pair of hunters looked at one and other and from the long silence between them, it appeared they were impressed at the way Dorian spoke. Elvhen was not a language many could comprehend, at least beyond their own clans - it seemed as though Bramen must have truly trusted in this man to teach him even that much. The younger of the two wet his lips a little and raised his hand, signalling he wished to speak. "You are not of The People," he stated, "You may speak in common. It shall not be seen as any offence in doing so. They remained respectful of Dorian as he seemed to be doing as he could to respect them. It was difficult to be upset with that.

"I am Deywen," the older one explained, taking a few steps forward, pointing back towards the younger. "My brother is Camras. Unlike shemlen, we do not take on a family name. We are of The People, we are Lavellan." Deywen motioned for Dorian to follow, continuing to speak as he did so, not about to wait for the man any longer than necessary. "Harts are very headstrong, it is not surprising they distrust you. The hall a will be wary but we ask you only observe. There is little a shem can do. Many years ago, you shems lost the right to communicate with the land. The halla have not forgotten this slight."

Camras whistled loud and out of the brush nearby, a pair of slender hounds raced out, running past Deywen and towards the woods. Both of the animals stopped and looked back towards the two hunters, canting their heads before sprinting towards Camras' side. The younger man gave them both a pat on the sides, narrow heads of both dogs turning to look at Dorian before their legs carried them forward again, running ahead silently, as though their paws never touched the ground.

"Follow the hounds," Camras instructed, moving a bit faster to catch up with his brother. "They will bring us to where the halla are grazing."