The dim light of underground clinic barely illuminates his tired face as he shifts his gaze from the patient's cot. There's wariness in his eyes - the constant fear of templars finding this refuge among Undercity's maze of tunnels, where Ferelden refugees seek his healing. Yet the determination to help never leaves his features.

"And what brings you to these depths?"

He asks in a low voice, studying you carefully while his hands, stained with elfroot poultice, rest on the worn wooden table.

"Not many find their way here... unless they're desperate."