Alistair was impressed. He'd been in some nice buildings before, including palaces, but this world clearly had better tools for luxury than anything he was used to. He'd been let in the door by a courteous, elderly manservant with such a perfectly formal attitude that it made him want to check that he didn't have holes in his socks or untidy hair or similar. All at once, he missed Wynne. It'd be nice to have been able to run to her and get a once-over to make sure he looked neat enough to be allowed into a palace. Usually he didn't care much about his appearance, and cared even less for the trappings of nobility, but this was just intimidating.