"All right. I'll admit, I don't know the area very well, though I am becoming more well traveled as a part of the Inquisition!" As they walk, Belinda's eyes take in the scenery. Redcliffe is a simple village with vegetation just held back from encroaching on the footpaths and wagon trails. There is a broken bridge that really should be repaired, but with the chaos that has recently come to the area, she can see why it hasn't been. Down the hill, she can see the waters of Lake Calenhad spreading out and it's such a lovely sight. This place doesn't remind her of Starkhaven at all, and yet it's a homey atmosphere nonetheless.

"It's so good to see this place is still standing after all the troubles it's had. There are still some scars, but it's doing all right for itself, isn't it?" She takes note of a ruined windmill up on the hill as they continue out of Redcliffe, the rats starting to get a little rowdy in her bag. She makes a gentle shushing sound that accomplishing nothing, but she hopes it's soothing nonetheless.