It had been late in the evening when Noah had been told he was leaving. The following hours had been spent packing his belongings into a small bag and sleeping. It had seemed a good idea to do so early, though as he discovered sleeping when nervous hardly gave one sleep at all. He had watched the ceiling when the candle had cast its light there. He hadn't liked the fact he was only let out of the tower to be in great danger.
And here he'd found it hard to have the privacy to maintain a good level of cleanliness. There was nowhere to wash. There were men with women. He cast left and right and wondered if he should have refused to join this journey at all. The air was cold and bone-numbing; he rubbed his arms and found himself wondering how quickly time would pass till it was morning and he could feel awake.
He didn't care for the Bann. The man's job was warfare. He'd heard of Loghain and how a strong, capable tactician could do what he thought was right but alienate everyone. Things were different in Orlais. Banns as imagined here would hardly be thought of as possessing noble blood. He sighed and looked around the camp as introductions began. There needed to be a nice area to set up camp so he could scout the Fade. Talking distracted him from that task, and he couldn't let it otherwise people might die.