When Gideon, his father, and the other people of Highever returned through the Brecilian Passage a week later, they were all in for a surprise. In the exact place where they Dalish Elves had ambushed them, their crates and boxes of stolen supplies were all stacked neatly in the road. Unopened, and seemingly untouched. Another surprise awaited Gideon at seeing the green eyed elf sitting on top of one of the larger crates, looking patiently at him. As their horses came to a stop, the elf hopped down off the crate and began to walk into the woods to the side of the road, just before she vanished, she looked at Gid in the eye again and motioned with her head for him to follow.

Gideon looked at his father, who said, "Be careful Gid. This could be another ambush."

Gid chuckled, "I doubt it, father. And if it is, then we've already walked into it." He dismounted and followed the elf into the tree line. They didn't go far before the elf stopped walking and turned to look at him.

"Did you tell anyone that I can speak your language?" She asked.

"No." Gid answered. When she'd spoken to him before he hadn't noticed her accent as he'd been too shocked. He couldn't compare her accent to any he'd ever heard before, but it was beautiful, almost poetic sounding how the words flowed from her lips. And now that the swelling and bruising had left her face, he truly noticed the tattoo that boldly stood out against her fair skin.

"Ma serannas. We Dalish repay kindness with kindness. So I saw to it that your supplies were returned exactly as they were when they were taken from you."

"Ma serannas." Gid repeated.

The young elf stared into his eyes, and Gideon was nothing short of stunned by the intense green her eyes shone with, or how they seemed to look past his skin, and into his very being. Like she could read everything about him with a mere glance. Then she reached behind her neck and detached a necklace of wooden beads. Each bead carved to the shape of a forest animal, bears, wolves, foxes, hawks, hares, and so on. "That is for your Natalie, for her kindness." She reached behind her back and produced the dagger than she always kept hidden under her shirt, the shemlen had never found it. "And that is for you, for your kindness."

The elf turned without another word and began to walk away from him, deeper into the forest, leaving him staring at the necklace and dagger in his hands with a dumbfounded expression on his face.

"Wait!" He called after her, and this time the elf turned and looked at him. "You never told me your name. What is it?"

The elf smiled for the first time since Gid had seen her, and it was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. "My name is Ennari Mahariel. Sabrae Clan."

"Ennari… Sabrae Clan." Gid repeated, then called out, "May I call you 'friend'?"

Ennari smiled again and answered, "You may. For you are my friend as well. In my language you would call me 'lethallan', and I would call you 'lethallin'. If we never meet again, Gideon Cousland, know that you will always be lethallin to me. And know that I will tell my people of shemlen like you." Ennari raised a hand in farewell. "Dareth shiral." She called, "It means, 'safe journey'."

"Dareth shiral." Gideon called back.

Ennari grinned happily at him, one last time. Then she turned and disappeared into the forest.