She supposed that was the most she could expect.  Her memories were still intact, so it was easy to remember the sweet, helpful man he had been back then.  At least there was hope in all of this, clearly his moments of jealousy meant that some feelings lingered beneath the surface that even galloons of lyrium could not hide.  A soft smile came to her lips and she nodded her head.  "I've waited this long, I am sure I can wait a bit longer."  There had been a handful of flirtations, but any time someone tried to get close to Lana, she had pulled back.  Memories of Ellion would flood her mind and that was that.  Anything she might pursue with someone else was over.  She wanted to say more, but she dared not push the tenderness between them, for fear she might make things worse.<br/><br/>She took the reins of the horse, but she did not move to mount it.  "Yes, Thane is meant to get us passage across the Waking Sea.  From there, hopefully we can find the trail based on the evidence I already have.  When I found the books, they weren't far, and the ritual to open the second gate seemed rather..<i>.involved.  </i>I don't think they could do it alone, they would need other mages to help them...And tensions between mages and the free states of the Marches....Are high."  Lana commented, as she began to lead the horse.  They did not need to rush, by the time they arrived the boat would likely be ready.   She knew that Thane would probably charter something private, which wouldn't be surprising for a Magister.  It was part of why Lana appreciated his company, he often just made things<i>easier.</i><br/><br/>"With what happened to the Chantry in Kirkwall and Prince Sebastian's anger about it, most of the mages there have gone to ground.  A few I knew actually fled back to Ferelden.  Most tried to make it North.  Still, there's probably a presence there, if we can find someone seeking a group of mages, we might have a chance..."  It would probably be simple if it was just her and Thane on this mission, mages tended to spoke at any sing of a Templar.  Was he really that anymore though?  They were both fugitives now.  Perhaps their fates were even now...