Thea wasn't sure if she was glad to be finally off the road or upset that she was now looking at the gilded cage she would be living in. Beautiful as the White Spire was, it did little to alleviate the fact that once a mage entered, they were unlikely to leave its walls. "Great." She replied, lacking any enthusiasm in her voice whatsoever. Thea followed closely behind Kaitlyn, if only because she did not wish to be left behind and end up lost in an unfamiliar land.

The bustle of Val Royeaux was very much different from a nomadic life in the forest. People were milling about and almost none of them paid Thea any attention. At least, until they noticed she was wearing a mage's robes. Thankfully, they were few in number and Thea managed to avoid their gaze for the most part. When they finally reached the White Spire, however, all that noise died down as the templar at the gates gave her a dirty look.

"Is that her?" The templar asked Kaitlyn.

"Yes, she is the mage." Thea replied, using the third person out of irritation. "And she speaks the Common Tongue perfectly well, [i]ser[/i]." She forced every ounce of sarcasm she could into the final word. She definitely acted bolder than she felt. There were a lot of templars here, and they all had swords and the ability to dispel her magic. Furthermore, she was a woman and raised among the Dalish at that. She was not fool enough to think there weren't any men here who would take advantage of her background to heap abuse on her. She wasn't sure Kaitlyn would be able - or willing - to protect her either.

"Let's get your arm seen to." She spoke to Kaitlyn, eager to get past the doors and away from the templars staring at her.