Harrowmont nods. "I see. Thank you. You there, scout, do you corroborate Lord Aeducan's story?"

The scout looks nervously at Stalas, and scoots away from him a little. "I - promise me you'll grant me sanctuary if he should be found innocent -"

"... Granted. Proceed."

"Trian and his men were here early. They'd finished their battle with the darkspawn, and they were tired and weary and wounded. Lord Aeducan - he walked up all friendly-like, but when he got close - it was him, him and his second, they fight like maniacs!"