<span style="color: #00FF00">Valehna withdrew the staff Ester had given her. It was a gnarled and the wood seemed halfway rotted, held together by magic most likely. She sighed and wished she had had a cloak on when they capture her. As it was, she warmed herself over so slightly with magic, to prevent herself from shivering.<br/><br/>She looked sideways at Tal, not wanting to give away that the reason for her imprisonment was exactly what she had been thinking about at that moment. "I killed some human soldiers. A good twenty or so of them. They were all cowards," she said dismissively, as if that single fact alone accounted for every part of the story he would need to know about. Not wanting to seem like she was divulging on extra information, she quickly changed the subject.<br/><br/>"What about you? I figure Qunari are easy to misunderstand and even easier to condemn as criminals," she added with a wry smile.</span><br/><br/>It took Mesaraih a bit longer to fall asleep than he would have liked. He was tired, and he felt as if he would drift off at any moment, but he seemed to startle himself awake again just before falling asleep. Something in his mind was nagging at him, as if he had forgotten something. It felt almost necessary to figure out what it was before sleeping, as if he wouldn't survive the night if he didn't.<br/><br/>Eventually, he was able to drift off. But only after a few thoughts crossed his mind: that he had to help the children; that he couldn't help the children; and that somewhere, in the back of his mind, the spirit of nostalgia was keeping a watchful eye on his every movement.