The Anderfels was never a place that I had endeavored to go on my journeys through the lands. My time in the warden’s had left the place with a bad taste in my mouth whenever I thought of the place, especially when I recalled Riordan’s retelling of the country. Despite abandoning them myself, I had a deep respect for the Warden’s hold to neutrality. However, here, in this arid landscape of brutal heat, it was said the monarchy was week and so the people looked to the warden’s for guidance, that the warden’s were different here than in Fereldan.
‘Well, mental note to avoid any interactions at Weisshaupt then.’ I thought to myself.
Today though marked the end of my first week spent in the city of Hossberg. The streets had been all a flutter with bazaars containing fruits the likes of which I had never seen for there was no way that they could have grown in the Fereldan cold. And there was excitement amongst the people the likes of which I had not seen since the coronation of Alistair as King.
My stomach sank at the thought of my former warden partner and I let the thought evaporate like smoke from my thoughts, gone as quickly as it had appeared. Something I had become accustom to.
Tonight was a gathering at the Palace. Some member of the royalty was engaged, and something about that made the kingdom excited. Royalties and their bloody parties. But if there was one thing that I had learned from Leiliana whilst in Orlai, it was how to crash a nobleman’s party. For I, she taught me, need only drop my position as Hero of Fereldan, and people begged for my attendance despite my race. So I grabbed on of my finery dresses for such an occasion and I made for the Palace. It was all procedure from their. Drop a name, sometimes a little smile and flutter of the eyes, for we elves are thought beautiful by most men, and I was in.
There was a long line in waiting to greet the royalty, congratulate them and what have you, get announced and all the fancy shit. At last I reached the front, and my name was announced in succession. “The Hero of Fereldan, Kyllian Tabris.”
My face serious and demure I adjusted my countenance before I bowed with respect. “An Honor, Your Highness.”