"About twenty minutes before I couldn't find the grocery," Alistair says. "I turned around right there, but I couldn't find my way back." He frowns pitifully. In some ways, Alistair is very much like a lost puppy.
"I grew up in Redcliffe," he says, as if the name should be familiar to her. "It wasn't very large. Not in comparison to Denerim, anyway." A beat. "That's the capital," he adds matter-of-factly.