[There's no saying how long this will last, and he doesn't know if that's a comforting thought or an apprehensive one. But drinks are always a good idea, and he nods distractedly. Drinks, yes, and for the life of him he can't actually remember what he goes and gets them, only that it's alcoholic. Which rather suits, in this bar.

They do look real, save for the odd detail here and there. Anders had never had an earring (at least, while Fenris knew him); Sebastian's armor was white, not gold. But it's still them, and he watches in fascination as Varric deals out cards and makes jokes, too distant to overhear.

But it's stupid to sit and gape. He turns to Lorenz, grateful for the distraction. They can't ignore that forever, but they sure can for a little while.]

Everything is so flat around here-- or, well. Lunatia. Though at least the levels remind me of here.

[But it's not the same. Kirkwall you felt as though you could almost climb; Lunatia just feels sterile and isolated. He's not biased. And he can still hear them, but of course he can, he's so utterly familiar with the way they speak.]

Hightown, Lowtown, Darktown. The three main sections of the city.