"Stars?" Cadash laughed, cheeks flushed from Tevinter wine (the cask broke in the flighting, no use wasting it.) "No. Merchant caravans stay on roads, you know, with signposts."

"You can at least find Judex, and the north star?"

"No."

Blackwall's brows furrowed charmingly, the wine urged her to kiss them smooth.

"It's just there," He gestured, "The sword." He took her chin in his hand and pointed it towards the constellation.

She laughed again."It's not a sword. It's just dots."

"People like you have no imagination," He harrumphed. She buried her face in his shoulder. "Now you sound like Solas."