[Never let it be said that the Hero of Etheirys is the picture of grace and decorum. She is neither; wanderlust calls to her as surely as it does any other adventurer, and she is eager to share the sights that have come to reside so fondly in her memory. Looking back over her shoulder, her smile pulls wider as the scene brings a sense of wide-eyed wonder to his expression— him, who is certainly as worldly as any Scion, having gone all over in the name of serving Sharlayan.]

It's quite something, isn't it? You should see it at dawn.

[Hear it at dawn, when so many of the tribes across the Steppe sing for the rising sun.]

Reunion isn't far from here, but we can take our time getting there, if we like. It's early, yet.