"Right... no matter where they send us, we'll deal with it. We always did as Wardens." Kain nods agreement, before Garahel distracts him. He gives him a pat before the mabari runs off, enjoying his run through the scenery.

"You never heard this from an Orlesian, but I'm going to miss Ferelden." Many of its landscapes had really grown on him, over time, and well... the people too. Certain ones. "We'd best take Garahel's advice and make the most of it while we're here."