"The Storm Coast. I know, right? Constant rain, and I return here to this." Danae gestures to persistent rain outside the barn, already forming large puddles. "There's been darkspawn activity on the surface and Red Templars have taken an old dwarven port, so it's been...busy. I'm really glad I picked a wren, you know. Ravens are suspicious these days, but a tiny bird like that? No one notices."