The night didn't seem too long before he was woken from his slumber when the last to take watch ventured cautiously into their tent, arousing him awake before disappearing just as quickly as they had come. He blinked his sleepy eyes wider and, for just a moment, had wondered where his bunkmate Ser (he had known this during a previous conversation with the Knight) Ordhan Wyland was when he realized that the bedroll beside him had been empty. His groggily mind finally subsided when he remembered that the older man had risen slightly earlier than the others, attending to important matters as he got a head start to their destination. He didn't question, knowing that Ordhan preferred his privacy, but had still wondered to what called for such urgency that it required waking up at such a dislikeable hour.
But, before long, his mind had been occupied with preparations on their departure as the campfire had been snuffed out, their tents rolled up and they were ready to make tracks as it was also not too long before they arrived at the doorstep of Fereldan's capital, Denerim.
The Dalish elf had to admit that while he had seen the city before when he traveled from the Brecilian Forest to Amaranthine just a month prior, he hadn't been given the chance to really inspect it -- and now, as he put both feet officially on Denerim land, he was still captured by it's sight though he was not at all impressed with what he had seen. Having the opportunity to inspect and scrutinize it's seemingly battered buildings, he had disapproved of it almost immediately, disliking the abundance of humans whom walked around casually and, most importantly, the fact that there was dirt and dust everywhere. He had only been away from his clan in the forest for only a short time and yet he missed it with every fiber of his being; now, as he stood with his fellow companions, Faer Arandil realized that he wanted nothing more than to return home and was joyous that he would be returning once they finished their business with the Tevinter Slavers.
His eyes darted around quickly as he took in his settings when he scoffed lightly, unsure if anyone would hear him but not necessarily keeping his dislike to himself before he turned towards Conlan Delaine, a fellow Grey Warden who -- as Faer had gathered through word of mouth -- was from Denerim himself, "Certainly lacks tree, does it not?" His tone had been playful, but the Dalish elf was quite serious in the comment. There were suspicious glances thrown in their general direction and although Faer felt that all the looks had been directed at him, he knew that they weren't necessarily directed at one individual but at the group as a whole. It was quite odd, after all, a group with elves, one of the Dalish, humans, gold-skinned, seven feet tall Qunari and, to top it off, a small dwarf who didn't look more than twenty years old.
If he had been a Denerim inhabitant, he would have been staring as well.