[ It'd be easy to dismiss that as an echo of her own status; people come through the Skyhold gates next to every day, if slowing to a trickle with the diminishing of war between Templar and mage. But the glow, like reflection off water, is one of quasi-familiarity, and Sabine tips her head as she chases the reflection of it with a glance. ]

I've never visited. But it is a region of my country, when so much I have heard of the Inquisition comes from Ferelden so far. I'm interested about where this war is going. Perhaps it will take me home again.