Tamrys entered the city of Jader on her highest guard, though her trek through Ferelden had somewhat prepared her for the wondrous sights she would encounter in the city. She expected no hospitality from neither humans nor elves and had indeed received none, but that was no matter-- she intended to keep to herself. So soon as this Duke had fulfilled his promise on the paper, the paper she had prized from the cold hands of a deceased traveler not weeks before, she needn't set foot in another of these miserable cities for the rest of her years.<br/><br/>She had not gone with any of the clan's blessings, or their knowledge, for that matter, but it made no difference now. All that was within her control now was whether she would fail or succeed in securing enough valuables to purchase passage for her kin across the waters to somewhere-- Anywhere but Ferelden.<br/><br/>When her journey brought her at last to the Golden Cup she was exhausted and overwhelmed, but determined to conceal it. Her hair had been pulled back into a meticulous and elaborate braid, and her cloak and armour cleaned. Tired though she was, the designs on her face concealed any seeming of weariness. She had taken with her only her shortbow and her knife, both still in nearly the same repair they had been in when she had left the forest.<br/><br/>As a statue she sat, in the corner of the tavern, a small, silent face amid a handful of patrons that had since forgotten her presence, to stare or to whisper or to tease at her in her queer garb, with her so very Dalish tattoos. Knees drawn up to her chest, she picked at a crust of bread, too preoccupied with her task at hand to bother with the ale. After watching several elves a dwarf, and one-- she was not sure quite what ascended the stairs, she mustered her courage. She had seen all that she had to in order to know what to do. Rising from the table and ascending the stairs quietly, she pushed her hood back before the chevaliers, pushing past the other travellers with an air of self-importance to wordlessly offer them the tattered poster.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>