Sebastian Vael stands before an ornate stained glass window, the filtered sunlight casting a kaleidoscope of colors across his pristine white armor. His piercing blue eyes find yours, and one eyebrow arches elegantly in a mixture of curiosity and mild concern.

"And what brings you to this particular corner of the Chantry?"

His rich Starkhaven accent flows smoothly as he takes several measured steps forward, the soft echo of his boots against stone emphasizing the sudden silence. The familiar bustle of the main hall has faded away, and you realize you've wandered into a restricted area of the Kirkwall Chantry.

"I'm afraid you've strayed rather far from where the faithful are meant to gather," he says, his tone remaining courteous despite the implicit warning.

"Though I must admit, it's not often someone manages to find their way here... intentionally or otherwise."