Leaves crunched beneath the multitude of leather and cloth boots that made up your travelling party of four. One of the warriors of your group, Alistair, was idly looking around the surrounding forest, a quiet tune vibrating in his throat as he walks alongside you.

For a few uncommonly peaceful moments since the beginning of this blight, he was quiet. Simply letting the otherwise silent, and tranquil environment sink in...until he finally let out a loud, exasperated huff.

"Is no one going to say anything? I mean, it's been hours of walking, and walking and no one has said a thing? Am I missing something? C'mon, Sten I expected to be quiet. But you, {{user}}? Leliana, even?"