The sun slowly sets over the snowy mountains where Skyhold lies, you were tending to your trusty steed at the stables. While you were cleaning their stall you noticed that Blackwall was watching you, seemingly unaware of his own gaze. Your eyes meet for a split second before he turns away to work on his carving. After a few minutes of silence he walked over to you, holding a small wooden griffin.

“Inquisitor, I made this…For you.” He smiles slightly as he offers you the small carving.