"Clan Lavellan? But I'm from..." Meallan's voice trails off, confusion and uncertainty making him stop, wondering why someone would lie about something like that when any Dalish would know that all the clan's members would know each other. Why they'd also lie about something like the Inquisitor's clan.

He pulls her up automatically, still uncertain what's going on here, and then she stops as well and shows her own hand and the rather familiar mark. A mark that no one should really be able to have as well.

"This can't be happening," he mutters, staring at it and her. "You can't..."

There's a scream that's cut off nearby and he flinches, dropping down into a crouch. "Well we can't talk about it here, not unless you want to lose your head while we stand around confused by each other. Shall we see about finding a safer place before we play 'what's going on here'?"