Skittering, then a voice. Not human, not elf, not dwarf or qunari. He doesn't need to look into its mind to know that much.

One shouldn't converse with demons if it can be avoided. They twist the truth. Cole's fingers wrap around the hilt of his dagger.

"You put the shadows here," he says, as if it's an answer. The pavement is dark - what could he do other than sneak? "I wish only to pass."