"Oh yes, I've never really left the city," Darrian admitted, relaxing at Quin's easy response. "Although I am so very curious about other places, and the people there, and everything. I'd love to go to Lake Calenhad, and see the Tower."
He traced patterns on Quin's chest, his eyes unfocused, imagining how grand it must all look - the waters of the lake shimmering in the afternoon sun, and the white tower rising from its middle, the fabled home of the magi and their guardians, the templars.
With a small sigh the boy brought himself back to reality, to the cheap room in a brothel, lying next to the guard. "But where in Ferelden? It's a huge place. I suppose you've traveled a lot, then. Why did you decide to stay in Denerim?" Tongue loosened, Darrian fired his questions without pausing for a breath in between.