"Show me the aravels," he said, leaving his arm draped over the halla's shoulders. It was a nice little arm rest as he walked. It also allowed him to scratch the halla when it made the noises that meant it wanted to be scratched. It seemed to have a very sensitive place between the shoulder blades.

He had seen the carts before in the Exalted Plains but not up close. Those Dalish had not trusted him or anyone besides Bramen. He wanted to know how they worked, how all these people lived in them while they traveled, how they stored their goods. They seemed so small. Though if the halla pulled them, they couldn't be too massive.

"Well, I am missing a ring these days." Dorian could easily see his ring on Bramen's finger. "An ironbark ring might be nice. I've curious about the magical properties of the wood. I know ironbark is a favorite of elvhen mages. I've always wondered why."