It was something that he did not think that he could get used to. While he was used to seeing endless snow and white skies, water as far as the eye can see reflecting the darkness of night was still new to him. He became lost in it, until he was no longer seeing where the darkness of the night sky met the darkness of the deep waters, but instead he began to pick out every speck of light that caught on the the surface as it reflected the lights of the town, castle and stars.
He could even believe that the far off light in the distance belonged to the Circle Tower. Kinloch Hold, was the true name, or so he had been told, but most called it the Circle Tower. He had been told much about it, but he was not sure how much of it was true. If he had a better understanding of the lay of the land, he would know that there was no way it could be the tower, as the curving of the Lake Calenhad to the north hid the Tower. It was too far away. Distance was something that he had learned since coming to the low lands. Up in the village, height and elevation tended to be more important than how far away they went looking for food. Even then, how far they went from the village was nothing compared to the distance from Redcliffe to the Tower.
It occupied his mind at times. The tower that is, ever since he first heard of the Circle of Magi in Orlais. He had yet to lay eyes on the Tower itself but he had collected every scrap of story and tale that he could find about it. The lore was not very flattering, so he wondered what actually went on inside the tower. What would it be like to be surrounded by so many people who could use magic same as you? What would it be like under the shadow of the Chantry and her Templars?
His exhaustion was the reason he could stay still long enough to muse over the topic. He would have to find a place to turn in soon enough, but for now he dug the end of his staff into the hardened dirt and leaned heavily on it for support. Before his thoughts could turn too maudlin, he was interrupted by a soft voice. Brennan turned around suddenly, shocked that he had let his guard down long enough for someone to come up behind him. If it had been a warrior, than Brennan could now be dead and floating in the lake. But a warrior would make more sound, considering how these people liked their clanking armor.
Instead it was a young woman, he squinted his eyes to make out more. After staring out over the lake, the light from the town was painful to look at, and she was lit up from behind. What he could see was that there was no glinting of silver off of a blade or dull shine of armor, which immediately put him in a far more receptive mood.
"I would never turn down a chance to talk to a pretty lady." He leaned even more heavily on the staff with an indolent attitude and practiced smile.