"Not quite," Sorrel replies, a little nonplussed and trying to make it come off with confidence. He isn't terrible successful, "But you are a bit closer to our perimeter than anyone smart would care to be. Not that we won't have you gone, just the same."

It would be agony to have to move so soon after establishing themselves, of course, but needs must. Still, maybe it wouldn't come to that; this strange little... deformed Dwarf child? What are you? He didn't seem like the kind of thing humans took advice from...

Best to get more information, anyroad; the Keeper would want to know everything.

"What happened to you, to dump you out here like this? You're lucky Lavellan isn't a shem-hunting clan. "