hlenkr:

                           _{❝this… is f e r e l d e n, correct?❞}

                _{he came by h i m s e l f — of free will — and the very atmosphere
                was t h i c k with the kind of death and carnage that H E L would be
                envious of. leather clad hands brought black cloak closer to his chest
                out of habit. here, he was alone. no one to SPEAK to — no one remotely
                f a m i l i a r with his kingdom. the humans were fairly short; perhaps
                more-so than the ones in midgard, but at least the presence of armor
                put him at ease. didn’t have to go great lengths to wear something else.}

                                            _{❝f o r g i v e me; i’m from across the sea.❞}

                                   _{much father than YOU expect.}

               _{"How does a man make it to Ferelden and not know?“}

_{Odd, but Balfour will make no great fuss over it. Honestly, the smell of 
dog and the colour of brown should have given it away in a heartbeat,
but he’s  reached a point where  he’s trying  not to judge  anybody too
harshly anymore. Call that the influence of his better friends.}

                                            _{From across the sea. That makes sense, and the Warden-
                                            Commander simply offers a nod of the head in response.
                                            Maybe he’s a Marcher,  which would  explain the…  odd
                                            sense he’s  got going  for himself.  They’re all so strange,
                                            out there.}

               _{"But you’re right,  in any case.  This is Ferelden.
                Do you know you happen to be at Vigil’s Keep?
                In Amaranthine?"}