I'm no more biased toward it than you are toward Orlais.

[Because that explains that, too.]

I'm from the north-west, somewhere near Laysh. Where the sand stretches orange-gold until it meets the sapphire blue of the waters, where deep greens and lush purples speckle the landscape that shimmers from heat. There are snakes and lizard everywhere, colorful in their own right as they dart here and there gathering what sustenance they may.