As Kaitlyn had hoped, the day’s ride had been blissfully uneventful. The two hadn’t spoken since leaving the inn and now the sun was slinking back down towards the horizon. The road, earlier that morning had cut through the edge of the forests they’d traveled through yesterday. Normally soldier’s would patrol the roads in between the villages and small townships but their presence was wanted elsewhere on the continent. Kaitlyn and Thea passed only one other traveler, a merchant heading the opposite direction with a wagon full of winter rye and a tiered looking mare. As suggested, Kaitlyn cut back across rolling farmlands. After cresting a large hill, the capital of Orlais came into view.

[b]”Welcome to Val Royeaux”[/b]

 An expansive city rose up from the ground, giant stone walls protecting its citizens from ancient foes. The Waking Sea, the large body of water that cut across the middle of Thedas could been seen sparkling in the sun just south of the city’s limits. [b]“See that white building up on the hill?”[/b] Kaitlyn said, pointing, her face full of relief.

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 [b]”That’s the White Spire. That’s where we’re going. If you think it’s impressive now, just wait until night fall. We’re almost there now. I can just taste the hot meal now. Come on!”[/b] With a whoop of joy, Kaitlyn forgot the warm sickness that had haunted over her all day. Leaning forward, the Templar urged her mouth into a gallop and sent clods of dirt up as the sped down the hill towards the city gates.