Off to Denerim - Lithawen's Group

Lithawen snorted, "Important?!" she nearly cried out, "Important! Yes it's important. It shows all of Ferelden that if you are different from what the Chantry wants, that you will be caged and watched. Never allowed to have contact, never allowed to have affection. It's important alright. It's the symbol of the Chantry's oppression. Their control over this country." her tone was full of spite and hate.

Thinking back to even the few days she spent within the confines of the cell made her blood boil. She had grown up free. Free from being hated for what she was. Free to practice her magic. Free to learn from elders who knew natural ways to draw out your mana, instead of always relaying on Lyrium. And being in that tower was the first time Lithawen had been inside a structure of stone.

The eyes of the Templars had to be the worst part of the tower. Always being watched. It was chilling to know they had no problem striking down what they classified as a rouge mage. Even if said mage was a child. The Dalish were always being watched, but not in such a malicious way. They were watched by each other, always willing to jump in and help their kin. The vast difference between these two gazes made The Keeper's skin crawl. The Templar were, in the mind of the mage, evil.

"I see no reason to visit the tower. And I do not see what help they will give Nygozy."

Bowen shrugged and smiled to Griffinhart, as if he was saying See? or as if the gesture explained it all.

''Let's just say it's important for some, and a horrible pity for others. I don't like it, but I am not ruling the country'' The Nevarran shrugged again.

The little group continued their path until they reached the lake shores, where they prepared a little camp waiting for Nygozy's group to arrive.