Ma'hanon Lavellan

[*The snow is gently falling on the walls of Skyhold fortress and the distant crowds of merchants, soldiers, and refugees were but a murmur on the wind. Ma'hanon is sitting with his feet hanging off of the outside of the stone wall. He's in the middle of oiling his bow when he hears footsteps approaching. Before turning to look who is coming, he pulls up his mask and swivels around on the wall*]