Oftentimes, Alistair hadn't bothered to keep himself occupied with the goings-on around him, off in his own little world which occupied him well enough. But he could normally take for granted that the world around him actually made sense. This one was odd enough that he couldn't wrap his mind around it. Not that he'd confess such a thing, that would just expose himself for ridicule, he was sure. Maker's Breath, this world was odd, and the feeling of metal poking out of his back had him scrambling to see what it was, exactly.
The message, distracted him, but only because he'd begun to demand answers of the man he saw, only... he couldn't hear him. Or he was just downright rude enough to continue. But at least it was a warning. This place and its architecture were absolutely foreign to him. If it were the Deep Roads, he concluded, he would hear Darkspawn crawling about. If it were a Thaig, there'd be a ridiculous amount of Dwarven craftsmanship embedded in the walls and flooring. The Tevinter Imperium hadn't been a place he'd ever set foot, and mages there were capable of wondrous magicks, allegedly, but this... seemed more sturdy than magic.
Lastly, it could very well be the Fade, and realizing that left him with a grim look on his face. He gingerly set his feet on the floor, suddenly skeptical of everything around him. Cautiously, he made his way out of the room, leaving behind items of merit. But corrective vision hadn't been a necessity where he's come from, so the glasses would look like some ornamental piece instead of something useful to be used.
This must be the work of a demon, he was only clothed in his smallclothes. But his sword and armor didn't make him deadly, just deadlier. Approach with caution.
Alistair Theirin [ Dragon Age: Origins ]
The message, distracted him, but only because he'd begun to demand answers of the man he saw, only... he couldn't hear him. Or he was just downright rude enough to continue. But at least it was a warning. This place and its architecture were absolutely foreign to him. If it were the Deep Roads, he concluded, he would hear Darkspawn crawling about. If it were a Thaig, there'd be a ridiculous amount of Dwarven craftsmanship embedded in the walls and flooring. The Tevinter Imperium hadn't been a place he'd ever set foot, and mages there were capable of wondrous magicks, allegedly, but this... seemed more sturdy than magic.
Lastly, it could very well be the Fade, and realizing that left him with a grim look on his face. He gingerly set his feet on the floor, suddenly skeptical of everything around him. Cautiously, he made his way out of the room, leaving behind items of merit. But corrective vision hadn't been a necessity where he's come from, so the glasses would look like some ornamental piece instead of something useful to be used.
This must be the work of a demon, he was only clothed in his smallclothes. But his sword and armor didn't make him deadly, just deadlier. Approach with caution.