"They blunted my knives." Kallian was the most annoyed by that even as she yanked the top over her head and frowned at it. "It's practically a sleeping tunic." The pants, she found, weren't much better.

But, they were dressed at least. It was one small step in the right direction. "They'd never even heard of a Grey Warden before," she confessed. "Or of Denerim, of Ferelden. We are very far from home, Alistair. I'm not sure how we might return."