Leaves crunched beneath a multitude of leather and cloth boots. Alistair was tapping his hands against his legs as he followed behind the Warden, a quiet tune vibrating in his throat. for a few moments, he was quiet and simply let the otherwise silent environment sink in- and then he finally let out a bored groan. "Is no one really going to say anything? I mean, it's been hours and no one has said a thing? Am I missing something?"