When he stopped in the middle of his sentence, her mind could not help but try to fill in the blank left there.  W<i>ouldn't have been impossible?  Wouldn't have been so far from the truth?  Oh, Ellion, they would never have let us get that far together.  </i>He had always been more optimistic back then.  Mages heard rumors of rebellion and change outside the walls of the tower, but Lana had not let herself believe it.  Mages had brief connections with one another to satisfy the most basic of human needs.  They weren't allowed to marry each other and she would never have been allowed to marry a Templar.  Templar's could marry, though, and have families and lives of their own. Perhaps that was why their perspectives were so different.<br/><br/>"They must like shiny things, or perhaps it's an old impulse from before they became...monsters."  She wondered if greed and desire still echoed in the minds of those creatures.  Either way, they had been smart enough to collect a tidy sum from the tunnels.  Both had realized they would need something to sustain them in the coming days.  She set down her bag and turned to rummage through the clothes she had, before selecting a new set of clothing she could wear, this time opting for pants and a tunic.  "Give me just a moment, I'll change and we see about getting you some clothing that isn't soaked and doesn't have fiery swords stitched into it..."<br/><br/>She changed with her back to him, figuring there was no reason for modesty now.  This was a mission, they needed to be practical about all of it.  She put on the pants and pulled the tunic over her head, turning back to him as she did so.  Lana then picked up a belt with a few pouches attached to it and secured the accessory around her waist.  "The market isn't far from here, so we should be able to get you what you need.  And then..."  She looked around the room and then back up to him.<br/><br/>"I suppose we should figure out where to go from here.  Most of what I found was in the Free Marches, so we may want to make our way to Denerim and onward from there..." She paced a little.  "Or perhaps Amaranthine.  WIth the Wardens being nearby, people are less likely to worry over mages there, I think we could--"  She stopped herself.  They had a conversation like this once before and it had only happened the one time.  A hypothetical discussion of escape...Well, not escape.  Just what they would do if they were free of the lives they had then, the lives of a Templar and a mage.  They had talked about leaving Ferelden to start over, somewhere new, somewhere not broken by the blight.  It had been nothing more than a dream at the time, so it felt odd to speak of something similar.<br/><br/>"First things first, let's get you some clothes.  If anyone asks, we can say you lost yours to bandits on the road and escaped into a river..."  Bandits were less common under King Alistair, but still managed to haunt the roads now and then.