As the companions discuss with increasing concern how they will feed themselves during the trek southeastward toward the abandoned Warden fortress, the rain ceases and a light cool breeze begins both to dry their woolen garments and to make them shiver. The imposing bluff continues to loom above them. The bridge arcs over their heads to the opposing bluff, a relatively slender span of ancient stone just wide enough for two wagons to pass each other, nearly a half mile long without supports in the middle. It must have been a marvel of engineering and magecraft even in Tevinter times. Nearby one of the four supporting feet of the bridge stands braced against the bluff, a twenty-foot-thick pillar of seamless white stone streaked with red brown veins. The pillar flares toward midstream at its top end forty feet above the companions. It has a regular pattern of indentations going up its vertical side.

The river Drakon ripples quietly behind them, lapping at the sandy beach where they stand. To either side the beach continues along the base of the bluff, material deposited at the inside of a slight bend in the river. The beach terminates at the outside of the next bend upriver, where the bluff seems lower - though that could just be the perspective of distance.