[Bloody cold and wet. The only thing good about it is that it reminds her of Ferelden and the muddy walks she'd take with one group or another, out through the forests and into towns, huddling up close by the fire with close comrades. She can remember those long treks so fondly now when she doesn't need to resort to them, of course. Walking through the city streets, all made of pavement and stone, is a blessing in comparison, despite the rain. Her jacket is thin and dark, just enough to keep the chill out, and her hood does little to keep all of her red hair tucked away. She'll need to have it cut, she supposes; long hair is a luxury afforded to nobles and not to warriors, not when it's so easy to get blood tangled in it, not when enemies can grab it.

Her Mabari trots dutifully beside her in the rain, long tongue lolling out of his mouth as he goes. He doesn't seem to mind the cold and even sees fit to bump her calf from time to time and get the side of her pants wet just to irritate her.]

You lush. You're doing that on purpose.

[He trots ahead playfully, urging her to follow, though he leaves off as a group of new arrivals pass them. Elissa pauses, frowning. She hadn't heard anything about new recruits...though it'd been some time, hadn't it? Too long. It was suspicious.

The dog's ears suddenly perk upwards, his head tilting and a low whine rumbling in his throat. He barks at his mistress and then goes bounding down one of the side streets, Elissa following close behind. He doesn't stop until he nearly runs into Duncan, his muscular body comically twisting as he skids to a halt. He bounces up once, stops, then wags his little tail so hard that his entire backside shakes.

Elissa arrives close behind him, walking the last length of street.]

Leave off, you. People don't actually like it when you go bouncing up to them. [She turns to him.] He won't hurt you, I promise. He's just overly--

[Elissa stops, eyes widening as she recognizes just who she's seeing.]

Duncan?