[ The alienage of Val Royeux is, to put it plainly, small. Small, cramped, and dirty, the shining streets of the main city giving way to worn and cracked pavestones, and places that are just plain dirt and mud. The buildings are ramshackle hovels that, with the limited space, sprawl up several stories high. They tilt and lean at odd angles, like towers built by a large child.
In the middle of the alienage is the vhenadahl, a large tree spiraling up into the air, decorated with ribbons, the base of the tree surrounded by candles and little offerings.
Beleth looks around as they enter the alienage, expression bewildered and horrified, delicately holding up a hand over her nose. As city elves walk by, they stare at the group, particularly the three Dalish, standing out like tattooed thumbs. Beleth frowns, leaning against her hart as she digs out a letter from her pack. ]
We're supposed to meet the elves in the One-Eyed Cat--um. That's a tavern, I think...
Let's Smuggle Some Elves
In the middle of the alienage is the vhenadahl, a large tree spiraling up into the air, decorated with ribbons, the base of the tree surrounded by candles and little offerings.
Beleth looks around as they enter the alienage, expression bewildered and horrified, delicately holding up a hand over her nose. As city elves walk by, they stare at the group, particularly the three Dalish, standing out like tattooed thumbs. Beleth frowns, leaning against her hart as she digs out a letter from her pack. ]
We're supposed to meet the elves in the One-Eyed Cat--um. That's a tavern, I think...