[ How? Because his own mark burns blue and orange and black on the back of someone else's hand, on other body parts on other people. Perhaps it was more assumption than knowledge, but it is quite amazing how often the two are confused for the other. The Outsider was correct, and for him, that is what matters at the moment -- just as if finding out more would have been what mattered had he been wrong. ]

Know, then, that many will hunt you. Though perhaps not this night, with this cold and your efforts to warm others. The naiads, at least, may help you as you have helped them.

[ The dog barks again, dashing across the ship; she is growing rather excited at the presence of a stranger, though as soon as Lavellan is on board her excitement will change to fierce protectiveness over her human. Ah, well. He said he would not harm her; he makes no promises for the most ferocious of his two pups. ]

I am not creature of this world, though.

[ As if that is meant to be reassuring. Perhaps it is. Either way, the Outsider waves a hand and pulls the up and off the side of the ship with magic. It hits the shore near the elf, thudding softly in the snow and frozen mud. ]

To help them further, you will need to warm up more. Even your fire can be snuffed out by the winter of the Roc; come aboard, get out of the wind. We will speak.