Oh, you don't know? He's caught sight of you before. Elven fellow, elaborate markings on his face.

Everyone tasked him with gaining diplomatic support on crushing an army of cultists with an army of people already in another war, claim fortresses for the Inquisition, spread the good word that going insane is a bad idea... collect horses, fight demons, fight bears. Anora's country is much more of a disaster than she might admit, but don't tell her I said that.