Getting through the gates of Starkhaven had been painless, the qunari outside paid her little mind, and the guards were none to eager to question a Grey Warden. Stepping through the tightly crowded streets of Starkhaven, however, proved itself stressful, even if everyone were moving in the same direction. With the Grand Tourney about to begin, everyone was eager to get a good seat, and certainly not miss anything. She wasn't here for the Tourney, but it might prove an equally opportune distraction and a welcome relief of stress, though she had no brief thoughts of participating, a little bit of entertainment might be good. Vendors walled the street everywhere she went, selling all sorts of wares from weapons to finely made clothing. She paused to browse, but never stopped for long, instead she followed the crowd as it surged forward, picking her way through whatever gaps she could find in the crowds.<br/><br/>The city was afire with life and bustling activity, she could hear it and feel it, though the sensations were distant. Kileena's mind was occupied by what she must do here, and what laid ahead. The world had just been pulled back from the edge of ruin a short 10 years ago, by her own hand and those who had accompanied her, and yet somehow that meager line between life and ruin, the one she and her company had narrowly avoided, had fallen from the eyes of the world, and conflict threatened all yet again. She would feel something if it were the time, pity or anger, or both but now wasn't the time, and she certainly had more important things to worry on than what the Templars and Circle were doing. Despite the ramifications of this tension, the city of Starkhaven seemed, for now, unaffected.<br/><br/>Kileena was appreciative of the anonimity the various city states of the Free Marches allowed her. In Ferelden, she could never move through a crowd, brushing elbow to elbow without at least someone attempting to gather her attention. Members of the nobility always wanted to have evening meals with Kileena, always wanted to hear her tell the tale of her fight against the Archdemon atop Fort Drakon, or how she had escaped the massacre at Ostagar, to name but a few of her unfortunately well known exploits. But up here, especially in Starkhaven, Kileena was just another Warden, here for business, travel or recruitment and nothing more. Tantervale proved unwelcoming and fruitless in her search, but Starkhaven seemed promising enough, even without the Tourney ongoing she had been eager to visit the city.<br/><br/>She passed many she offered curious glances to, some qunari, and guards, but assumed rather quickly they did not know who she was. No one here seemed to. A loud gong broke through the constant noise of the crowd, signalling the beginning of the Tourney. Kileena eagerly made her way to the side of the crowd, pacing off in front of an intricately carved water fountain, its center piece, a beautiful statue of Andraste. Behind, the palace of Starkhaven sat distantly beyond a few mansions likely built by the highest nobility in the city. Kileena wondered who this prince was, and if she could trust him to be faithful. She had heard, rather frequently as she progressed east from Tantevale, that he had fought along side the Champion of Kirkwall. That seemed good to know, though rumors persisted that the mood in the palace was nothing if not dark, Kileena was still optimistic.