"Where to first, I suppose Denerim would be much closer than Amaranthine, so The Champion first? No, I'm positive The Champion will be hiding out, making my job a lot more complicated, The Warden would be the easier to find... Vigil's Keep is hard to miss anyway." The Seeker had a horrible habit of thinking aloud, often making him appear foolish when in the company of others, though he cared little of what anyone else thought about it. His legs pushed ever forward as he made his way to the southern coast of the Freemarches, where he hoped to take ship to Ferelden and locate the legendary duo. Just three days before, he was contacted by an agent of the Divine herself, and given specific orders to track down one Garrett Hawke and Lucas Narmolanya, and bring them before the Divine herself in the Chantry of Orlais.
The coast came to view after reaching the top of one particularly large hill, a sight at which Kithrian couldn't help but smile at, the Templar was built for constant battle, not for constant walking. The small dock before him consisted of just two piers and a handful of small vessels roped to the shore, no buildings in sight, which probably meant this dock was just outside of a town that he must have missed along the way. Coming down the steep path and onto the wooden platform, he met with one of the bo'sun present, speaking in a polite yet official tone.
"Hail serrah! I am Kithrian Sevillio, Templar of the Chantry and the Divine's Seeker of Truth, I need passage to Amaranthine and I have means to pay for the trip." Extending a hand to the dirty man as he spoke.
"Well then you have yourself a boat messare, will you be leaving now or should I wait?"
"The sooner the better, I have everything I'll be traveling with here now, and I have deadlines that need to be met." The Templar said as he jumped from dock to boat, landing smoothly despite the rocking of the vessel. The old Bo'sun unknotted the guide-rope from the dock and swiftly hopped to the boat before it drifted away. The small sail was dropped as the the dinghy left the pier, and the gentle motion of the water brought a comfortable drowsiness down on young Kithrian, which he didn't attempt to fight, the rest would bring him to his destination far more quickly anyway, and so the sleeping Templar slowly drifted into the fog of the northern Ferelden gulf.