bastardwarden:

             ”Usually, I’d be inclined not to disturb
              you after you’d retired, Balfour, but I’ve
              run into something of a problem.”

         "Don’t fret,“ says the Warden, giving a shake of
the head.   Not that  Alistair can  exactly see  into the
tent,  of course.  Balfour pulls  on a blanket  to make
himself decent before he heads out into the cold air
and raises his brows at Alistair once he’s stood tall
once again.  "What is this problem of yours, brother?”