Cullen flashes a grin at Alistair over his shoulder and rounds one last outcropping of rocks --

And there it is.

A perfectly picturesque lake, of respectable size, reflecting a clear blue under the sky. There are a few low cliffs, on the other side; closest to them are a small dock and a long, flat grassy stretch.

Cullen brings his horse up and looks out.




He turns to Alistair, and gestures forward.

"Well." Softer, with a small, sheepish smile. "We're here."