It was undoubtedly good to take pauses in the whole... end of the world situation they were facing. Like Emmrich had made very clear, if the team wasn't at their best, then they were doomed to failure. Even if taking breaks still felt like anathema for the Dalish Warden... even if he was still technically just a recruit. Still, he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Especially since, well...

"You know, I'd never been to Arlathan before this," Oisín said, poking the fire that was under the pot, a small camp setup like they'd have back home in the south. Probably exactly the same as they had up north, too. In the pot was a dish his own clan had often, even if there were little differences from Bellara's at least when they'd compared notes. "It's beautiful. Even with the magic going haywire."

[ Oisín isn't one of the best cooks at the lighthouse - Bellara and Lucanis easily outclass him, but he's on the high end of that middle of the pack and he's specifically very good at things he's familiar with. Dalish food, especially over a campfire? He's your man. Anything more elaborate and it can get dicey. He's pretty sure he earned himself a target on his back for using the wrong kind of cheese for something where Lucanis could see. Meat and bean hot pot is about as simple as it gets though, and damn filling too. ]

Mmm. My Keeper told me stories about it - but I don't think she'd ever been, either. Maybe the one who told her had, but probably not.

[ Because there were just as many stories about what could happen to an elf trying to travel through Tevinter. Maybe exaggerated, but it was what it was. It wasn't like Oisín didn't run into slavers on the imperial highway on his own journeys before. ]

... Wish she were here to see it. No, I got my basic training for Wardens at Starkhaven then was sent straight to Weisshaupt.