Dragon Age
It is no trouble.
I will answer to the best of my ability.
It has been almost a year, hasn't it?
Do you miss the tower at all?
You can take a mage out of the Circle, but you can't take the Circle out of the mage.
Or so Irving used to say.
He was joking, but there is some truth to the statement.
A mage never really leaves the Circle, and for the rest of your life, you will be seen as a Circle mage.
Yes, even though you are a Grey Warden now, you are a mage and always will be, especially in the eyes of others.
But you will always be a mage, especially in the eyes of others.
You represent both mages and Grey Wardens, and your actions may reflect well, or badly, on both groups.
Remember that.
That is commendable, but one's principles are often subtly influenced by others, though you may be unconscious of it.
The only thing one can do is to be aware that this is a possibility, and ask yourself often why you do what you do.
You do not live in isolation.
Your actions have consequences and they affect those around you.
Only children and fools fail to realize this.
I am glad to hear that.
I can see that.
Very well, we will no longer speak of this.
I do not want to, so try not to give me cause to do so.
Ah, but listen to me go on.
You start a conversation and I just run away with it, don't I?
I've been mentoring apprentices for so long, it's become something I do unconsciously.
I don't know if I could stop even if I wanted to.
Nothing wrong with hobbling.
It's a perfectly acceptable way to get around.
Oh, yes.
One must be thankful for small mercies.
People don't become mages, they are born mages.
The talent just surfaces later.
But you are asking how I ended up at the Circle?
I was brought there by the templars, just like many of the other apprentices.
I don't remember very much.
I was very young then.
I set a boy on fire.
Oh, yes, he did.
He was the eldest son of the woman who took me in.
I don't think he ever liked me.
It's a long story.
I didn't have a family...
I never knew my real parents.
My earliest memory was of hiding in a hay loft on a farm, trying to keep warm.
I was found, and the farmer's wife was kind enough not to send me away.
But they had children of their own and I was never made to feel welcome.
The eldest son was the worst.
He was always calling me a 'stray', and throwing anything he could get his hands on at me.
And I don't know how it happened, but one day, he just found his hair on fire.
Fortunately, there was a large trough nearby.
So many are gone... they will need new enchanters.
Perhaps they will look to Orlais, or Antiva.
The Circle is in good hands.
Irving knows what to do and he doesn't need me underfoot.
For now, I will support those that battle the darkspawn.
I do feel I left things unfinished in Ostagar.
There is so much left to do and I would be part of it.
Pulling rank, are we?
Very well.
Just remember you did not have the benefit of the training most Grey Wardens have had in the past.
Just a little... but don't worry.
I'm sure you'll work out just fine.
And if not, well, there's always that fellow Alistair.
Yes, I did leave them, but if the Blight is not stopped, all of them will face suffering greater than what was seen in the tower.
The Grey Wardens... all two of you... need all the help you can get.
I will see this through to the bitter end.
And after that... if I am still left standing, then I will return to the Circle.
Oh, I will.
You can bet your fuzzy little socks I will.
No, of course I'm don't.
I'm old and unsure of what I'm doing.
Actually, I'd rather be in a warm chair in the sun, being served pudding, or some other easily digestible food.
Well, get on it then.
And make sure there's a blanket in my chair and that it's soft.
And that the pudding doesn't have cream on it.
Cream gives me gas.
I'm sorry.
People often jest about my age and I've learned to just play along.
You need a sense of humor when you're as old as I am.
I know.
I was just teasing.
The ability to laugh at myself is something I developed too late in life.
But to allay your fears, yes, I am sure this is what I want.
What do you want from me?
Nothing.
I shouldn't have disturbed you.
I'd like to ask you something about the Circle.
It's been a while since I left the tower...
Of course not.
I'm glad to be rid of that place.
Yes, it was my home for so long.
I thought that part of my life was over.
I am proud to be a mage of the Circle.
But I'm a Grey Warden now.
I'll do what's right, and I don't care what people think.
I couldn't care less about others.
I'll do what I want.
I suppose I could try to think about my actions a bit more.
I think I've had enough of your advice for now.
Are you calling me a child?
I will try.
Thank you for the advice.
I am glad you take the time to counsel me.
Not run so much as hobble.
At least you don't repeat yourself like other old people.
What was life like in the tower?
How did you become a mage?
What about your family?
How did they know you were a mage?
I bet he deserved it too.
I'm sure it's a fascinating story.
What do you think will happen to the Circle now?
Why didn't you want to stay at the tower?
Just do as I say.
I am the Grey Warden here.
I am a little inexperienced, aren't I?
But you left the children.
I am glad for your company.
We'll get along fine as long as you pull your weight.
I am sure you will be able to return, if you so choose.
I wanted to make sure you really wanted this.
Well, that can be arranged.
I was just asking a question.
There's no need to be snide.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it that way.
He ran screaming, dripping head and all, to his mother.
I was shut up in the barn, with a bowl of water and a crust of hard bread.
The templars arrived several mornings later.
I had singed his hair and eyebrows, but injured little other than his pride.
Who knows what they would have done to me had he been more seriously hurt.
Thankfully, all I had to endure was a few nights locked in a cold barn, with a bowl of water and a crust of bread.
And you would have seen yourself trussed up like a festival turkey and paraded about the square for it.
Village folk have little love for 'witches' like us.
Serves him right.
Was he seriously hurt?
He was lucky, I would've done much worse to him.
Quite a few decades, yes.
My life before the Circle is a fuzzy memory.
That must have been years ago.
What a terrible experience for a child.
Were the templars mean to you?
The barn kept me safe from the village children and the stones they would hurl at me.
I was afraid, yes, but it could have been much worse.
What happened when you arrived at the tower?
I'll never forget the moment the templars led me into the entrance hall of the tower.
I had never seen anything so grand in my life.
One of them ignored me, but the other was kind to me.
He gave me sweets and even sat me on his shoulders once, when I wanted to look over a high wall that ran along the road.
I stopped being afraid then.
I knew I was... home.
I felt the same way when I came to the tower.
I hated the place the minute I laid eyes on it.
That's a great story.
Don't get sentimental on me now.
I learned very quickly that for every apprentice in the tower, there was probably one who never even lived to see the templars come.
No child, not even a mage child, is a match for an angry mob trying to place blame for a failed crop, a hard winter, a baby born dead.
Prison?
You could see it that way.
But those walls are there to keep non-mages out, as much as to keep mages in.
Little did you know it was just a prettied up prison.
We were the lucky ones.
But it was the Circle that saved you.
I will stop.
Reminiscence on times long gone should be a private self-indulgent pastime.
Well, that's about all there is to my tale.
That's how I came to the Circle.
That's terrible and sad.
I suppose I am lucky.
Those people should know better.
Superstition and fear is what makes these people behave in this manner.
It will be a good long time before that changes.
Yes, perhaps, in one out of a hundred cases.
Not nearly enough to justify the violence.
But the mages could be responsible.
It will be difficult for a while, but I have no doubt that the Circle will recover.
There's nothing else I want to discuss right now.
I would be lying if I said it was easy.
First, there were rules, and we were constantly watched to make sure we behaved appropriately.
Then there was the study of magic.
We had to cast the spells just so, control the effects completely.
A single word spoken incorrectly, a gesture out of sync, meant lack of focus, and we needed to have perfect focus, or we would be in danger.
From Fade spirits.
If we were careless they would enter our minds, and we would become abominations.
That sounds horrible.
Danger from what?
At least you learned the dangers of magic from the Circle.
It may seem that way sometimes, but it was the best thing for me.
I was given the opportunity to develop my skills, to learn...
And there was joy in life at the Circle--the joys of fellowship, in knowing that you were not alone in your struggles.
Perhaps it was like your life in the Alienage.
The people outside may have shunned you, but you didn't care, because you were surrounded by your kind, your family.
We are not so different, you and I.
In spite of everything, I was happy in the tower, and I loved it.
Without the Circle and my mentors, I would not have been where I am today.
Irving told me about how you became a Grey Warden, and that unpleasant incident that occurred prior to your departure from the Circle.
So, tell me, how did you become a Grey Warden?
Duncan took me from the Alienage and saved me from prison.
I was tainted and only the Joining could save me.
Arl Howe massacred my family.
Duncan helped me escape.
It's better than being a casteless tunnel rat in Orzammar.
I was cast out to die in the Deep Roads, where I met Duncan.
The short story?
I met Duncan and he liked me.
I'd rather not share that.
Ah, I see.
Do you mind if I ask what you did?
I killed the arl's son for hurting my friends and family.
I was framed for the crime of stealing gold from a nobleman.
A nobleman kidnapped my bride and I killed many to free her.
A nobleman kidnapped me and I killed many in my escape.
Oh, I...
I'm sorry.
I should not have brought it up.
It must be an unhappy memory.
You say that with such cold satisfaction that it frightens me.
But I can see no fault in your actions.
I would have done the same.
Don't apologize.
People need to know what we go through.
Bastard deserved it.
I'd kill him all over again if I could.
It's all right.
You didn't know.
It sickens and saddens me to hear what men in power inflict on those who they ought to serve and protect.
I have heard stories that some templars who hunt maleficarum do not end the hunt with a clean death.
That they subject the victim to countless... abuses and indignities before they finish it.
But this is just a rumor.
Regardless of what happened in your past, I am glad you found a place with the Wardens, as I'm sure you are too.
Ah, I see.
I am sorry you had to go through such an injustice.
I'm... speechless.
It never ceases to amaze me whenever I hear of such despicable acts!
It wasn't that bad.
We survived.
Killing them all was really icing on the wedding cake.
I didn't really want to be married anyway.
Then I will not press you any further.
I understand your need for privacy.
Then you became a Grey Warden out of necessity.
But Duncan must also have seen something special in you.
The order does not take in recruits just to save their life.
Arl Rendon Howe?
The arl of Amaranthine?
Why would he do such a thing to you?
You are... you are the last of the Couslands?
I had no idea... my lady.
You are... you are the last of the Couslands?
I had no idea... my lord.
Ah, you are keeping this tale to yourself, I see.
Fair enough.
Forgive me for prying.
I am the daughter of Bryce Cousland, teyrn of Highever.
Don't.
I'm just a Grey Warden now.
Howe will pay for what he's done to me.
I always took my family and our name for granted.
I am the son of Bryce Cousland, teyrn of Highever.
Out of jealousy.
He wanted Highever, my father's teyrnir.
A Cousland, and now... nothing.
Yes, I suppose so.
You can no longer have a title, can you?
But that does not mean you must forget utterly where you came from.
Do not be blinded by your desire for revenge.
Rendon Howe will get what he deserves, in time.
Such deeds cannot go unpunished.
There is nothing I can say to ease your pain.
I am sorry. 
No, not nothing.
You are a Grey Warden... one of the last of the Fereldan Wardens.
We depend on you now.
I have learned a little of the strict caste system of the dwarves, and I apologize for saying this, but it seems terribly backward.
You survived the Deep Roads and the darkspawn that dwell there?
Truly, you were born to be a Grey Warden.
You must be proud to be able to represent your tribe and the Dalish as a Grey Warden.
Take heart, dear friend.
You survived, even when you were not expected to.
We do not know yet what lies in store for you, or the name you carry.
Born the esteemed child of King Endrin, and now, nothing.
It's the hope of confronting my brother that kept me going.
I prefer this life.
I can sleep more soundly, it seems.
It is not so bad, is it, being a Grey Warden?
I feel like I abandoned everyone in the Alienage.
I am finally being shown the respect I've always deserved.
Orzammar was too small for me.
I'm bound for greater things.
Of course.
The ancestors willed it.
It is nice to be seen as something other than a brand.
I just hope that I can show the strength Duncan saw in me.
I'm happy as long as I get to test my steel in battle.
The keeper forced me to go.
I would rather have died.
I'd give it up if it meant I could see my family again.
Being exiled has given me a freedom I never had before.
I was honored to be chosen by Duncan.
I just wish my house did not have to fall.
I will do my duty, but I won't forget what Howe did.
Orzammar has forgotten me, but I will protect her.
Sometimes it gives me comfort to think that everything will end up the way it's supposed to, that it will be all right.
You were chosen; you survived the Joining when others did not.
Perhaps it was meant to be.
I am interested to hear.
Well, I suppose I could tell you...
My old life doesn't matter anyway.
I am a Grey Warden now.
I just don't feel like talking right now.
None other.
I respect the decision you made, and the way you handled it.
And it did not seem to affect Duncan's desire to recruit you.
You're talking about Jowan?
I stand by the decision I made back then.
I still wish it hadn't turned out the way it did.
I still can't believe Jowan was that stupid.
Yes, I'm sure you do, and I respect that.
Irving told me he was relieved Duncan was still willing to recruit you.
That's not something either of us can alter, so it is best to put it behind you.
Stupid or desperate or just curious... he's not the first, he won' t be the last.
Yes, I understand.
Jowan was your friend and... well, I shan't pry.
But that aside, you're a Grey Warden now and perhaps I presume too much by saying this, but the Circle is proud of you.
Then I will say no more.
If you do not wish to remember your beginnings, I will not waste my time trying to remind you.
And perhaps you would be dead now.
Thinking such things is neither productive nor good for your soul.
You can agonize about how you should have been at the tower, or you can imagine that you weren't there because you had to be elsewhere.
The Circle is my past.
I don't care how it feels about me.
If I was there perhaps I could have prevented...
I wonder what Irving saw in me that made him recommend me.
I am grateful that I can use my gift for something good.
Do not squander this time trying to explain why Irving picked you.
Accept it and be the Grey Warden you're supposed to be.
You are a true child of the Circle--raw power tempered with learning, wisdom and the desire to serve others.
Have you encountered many abominations apart from the ones in the Circle Tower?
Well, there was Connor...
No, the ones in the tower were the first I've ever seen.
Well, I've heard many stories.
Ah, yes, Connor.
Of course.
The first time I saw an abomination, my blood turned to ice.
It was months before the nightmares stopped.
You are younger than I, and your nerves yet have some steel in them.
Did you feel any fear facing the abominations?
Some, but I knew I could not falter.
I was terrified.
They're quite horrendous-looking.
No.
They die same as anything, if you poke them hard enough.
It was the knowledge that I could easily become one of them that frightened me the most.
Seeing the monster that you could be is unsettling, yes.
You are too easily perturbed then.
You're a great mage.
You would never become an abomination.
But it is this knowledge that drives you to be cautious.
Every mage is vulnerable, no matter how accomplished or powerful.
That is the first thing we learn.
And over-confidence can lead to recklessness.
One slip... all it takes is one slip, and everything you are is simply gone... replaced by madness.
And there is no turning back.
Or at least that's what they say.
Of late I have begun to wonder if... if there is any way an abomination can be... cured.
Or if a mage could be so possessed and still retain their sanity.
Their humanity.
You have doubts?
The only way to get rid of an abomination is to kill it.
Yes... it is madness and cruelty that define abominations.
If those are lacking, if the mage remembers the person they truly are then... they are not an abomination.
I never saw that.
Thank you for showing me another way of looking at it.
I suppose that old adage remains true: Prevention is better than a cure.
If one retains one's humanity, one is not an abomination.
We cannot let them be simply because they might get better.
Because every mage lives with this threat.
It is constantly on our minds.
Do not trouble yourself, though.
This is only an old lady giving voice to her musings.
Why do you care so much about this anyway?
Have you heard much about the Grey Wardens of old?
Griffons!
Alas, that seems to be the only thing people remember from the tales--the mighty flying mounts that bore the Grey Wardens into battle.
What's there to hear?
Only what I've heard in the old tales.
I know they soared through the skies on griffons.
I know they were more respected in the old days.
Unfortunately, they've all passed back into the Maker's hand, so that wish will have to go unfulfilled.
Well, I wish I had a griffon.
There's nothing grand or special about the Wardens now.
Imagine raining death upon your enemies!
How glorious!
Ah... yes, the glory days.
It was said that watching the Wardens ride in on their white griffons was enough to rouse a weary heart, and put the dance back in the step of an old man.
The Grey Wardens were powerful--feared and respected--but they also inspired the common people.
You are still fierce warriors; you still sense the darkspawn.
But no one cares, or remembers what the Grey Wardens did for them centuries ago.
I remember a tale that was told to me, many years ago...
Maker's mercy.
It's like talking to a child!
Yes... there are griffons in this story.
I was going to.
Do you object to this?
And why not?
What is wrong with telling a tale that will liven the spirit and spark the imagination?
Does the story have griffons in it?
Well, you are old enough to be my grandmother.
So does it have griffons in it or not?
If it doesn't have griffons in it, I don't want to hear it.
I don't really care if there were griffons in it.
You're not going to tell it now, are you?
I don't have time for children's tales.
Only if there are griffons in the story.
I've no time for stories.
The Blight had ravaged the land for months, and the armies of the great kings had amassed for one last stand.
As the sun burst through the clouds that boiled and churned in the dark sky above, it illuminated a vast seething horde of darkspawn, with the archdemon at its head.
And it was then--when courage seemed to fail, and all lost to death and despair--that the Grey Wardens came.
They arrived with the beating of wings like mighty war drums, and stood before the armies of men.
Yes... griffons.
Now listen to the rest of the story.
And you are poorer for it.
Griffons?
No, of course not.
I am eager to hear it.
All right, go ahead then.
I am not a child anymore.
These stories don't move me.
There are things more important to me than made-up yarns.
And what happened then?
That's not sound strategy.
Why not flank the darkspawn?
The Grey Wardens, grim and fearless, marched forth, ever between the men and the encroaching darkspawn.
That's not the point of the tale.
They formed a shield of their own bodies and held that line until the archdemon was dead and the last darkspawn lay trampled in the dirt.
And then, demanding neither reward nor recognition for their sacrifice, the Grey Wardens departed.
When the clouds finally rolled back and the sun shone full upon the blighted ground, the great kings knew that they had lost no men, and none of their blood had been spilled.
You are observant.
This is a tale about no battle the Grey Wardens have fought, and yet about them all.
This story isn't about a specific battle, is it?
Nonsense.
Both sides always take losses.
I like happy endings.
They have always defended us from the darkspawn, taking losses so we do not have to.
People may have forgotten over the centuries, but nothing has changed.
This knowledge has been blessing and burden to Grey Wardens past, and now, it shall be your blessing, and your burden.
I must ask: What does being a Grey Warden mean to you?
Glory and honor on the battlefield.
I suppose it's about killing as many darkspawn as possible.
It means everyone needs to show me some respect.
I don't know.
Does it have to mean something?
There's that, of course, but there's more to being a Grey Warden than killing darkspawn and saving the world from the Blight.
Ultimately, being a Grey Warden is about serving others, about serving all people, whether elves or dwarves or men.
It means I've been chosen to do something important.
If that is your goal, then I'm afraid you will be a poor Grey Warden indeed.
I just wanted to know what you thought being a Grey Warden was about.
It is the guardian who serves, not the one who is being guarded.
Or did you think it was the other way round?
You have ears, but you use them only to hear the sound of your own voice, it seems.
So be it.
I don't quite understand.
You mean to say I serve as a protector?
I serve no one, and don't you forget that.
I never thought of it that way.
Because I guard them, they should listen to me.
You're not making this Grey Warden job better.
But the Grey Wardens bow to no one.
As a Grey Warden you are a guardian of men.
And you guard them because their continued existence is more important than you are.
Thus it is you who serves, not they.
I will keep that in mind.
A Grey Warden should put aside the person that he used to be.
It has shaped the person that he is, but he has become something greater.
Grey Wardens have no titles, they owe no allegiance to a king or lord.
They cannot serve one people, they must serve them all, and protect them all.
But I've lectured enough for today.
I should stop before I wear out my welcome.
Oh, it's been a long day.
Rest... rest would be welcome.
Yes... yes, of course.
I am just a little... weary.
Are you all right?
Yes, you should get some rest.
Starting to slow down a little, are we?
As you may have noticed, I'm no spring chicken.
Hah... very funny.
But in all honestly, I do not know how many years I have left in me.
I have lived for such a long time.
But there's always something else to do, and I have to keep going in order to do it.
I think I will be glad when I am... done.
Thank you.
You're very kind to say so.
No, you're a person.
Hey, don't say those things.
We still need you.
There's still some life in those old bones, I bet.
It's a little hard to miss, yes.
You are very sprightly for your age, though.
I am just feeling a little weary, is all.
You're not allowed to be done quite yet.
I'm sure you'll be kicking around for years yet.
Oh, I don't know.
I really don't.
Oh, no...
I'm not the sort of person that leaves things unfinished.
I'll see this through, I promise.
I was just thinking about being a Grey Warden.
Hmm... is something troubling you?
I am fighting a human war that has nothing to do with me.
You said I had to serve.
I always had others serving me.
Everyone expects so much from me.
A good king--a true king, who cares for his land--uses his power to rule firmly but fairly.
He serves his people first and foremost.
The king who does not do this, who believes that he is entitled to his power, who abuses it and uses it for his own means, is a tyrant.
If you live apart from others, and your actions affect only you, then you may do as you wish.
But if you have power, influence and strength, your every action will be as a drop of water in a clear still pond.
The drop causes ripples, and ripples spread.
Think of how far they will go, how wide they will become.
How will they affect the pond?
So in a way, having power confines you.
And the country suffers for it.
Many kings are tyrants.
I don't want power.
I've never wanted it.
If I'm strong enough to take power, then I deserve it.
But we are not talking about how you came by the power, but what you do with it afterwards.
Oh, but you are.
Your king serves you, does he not?
You have to change how you see the world and what your place in it is.
I wish I could be served instead.
I don't know.
It's just difficult, sometimes.
The Blight will find its way to the Dalish eventually, if we do not stop it.
You have to stop thinking yourself as separate from the humans.
You are one of the two surviving Grey Wardens in Ferelden.
You defend all of us, and much rests on your shoulders.
It may not mean much to you, but thank you... for having the courage to continue to fight.
Sometimes I wish I could go back to my old life.
No.
I think it was the best thing that happened to me.
No one said it would be easy.
And that gives me hope.
You always have a choice.
You could have turned away and ignored the Blight until it claimed you.
But you didn't.
I don't give up easily.
I didn't have a choice.
I will be ready when the time comes.
No, you won't.
As a Grey Warden, I'll never lead a normal life, will I?
Were you expecting an "Oh, I'm sure you will!
You'll have dozens of babies and die happy and old in your bed."
No.
You won't.
If I had said that, it would have been a lie and I would have been doing you an injustice.
Wow, you're blunt.
I could try, but it wouldn't work.
But I don't think I was ever meant to be 'normal'.
I already knew the answer.
Don't know why I asked.
No, it wouldn't, would it?
Being a Grey Warden is in your blood now.
You can't escape it.
Because you were not looking for the answer, but for someone to tell you that in spite of it, you'll be all right.
I don't think so either.
You would not have been happy living a dull, uneventful life, dying in obscurity.
You wonder sometimes, don't you?
If your life would be better if you weren't who you are.
I didn't.
Not for a long time.
It's on my mind constantly.
No.
I like my life.
And that makes me sad.
When I was a young woman in the tower I came to the realization that the Circle would be my life, and I would know no other.
Family, love, a simple life--these were things that others took for granted, that I would never have.
And this upset you?
Grass is always greener on the other side.
I don't think you're missing out.
It made me very moody.
All I could think of was being trapped in that tower, with no way out and no end in sight.
I started hating my life, and myself, and one night I found myself in the tower's chapel.
I was seeking refuge, maybe answers...
We were supposed to be polar opposites--mage and priest--but we weren't.
There was much about us that was the same.
The revered mother had lived in the Chantry all her life, as I had been in the tower for all of mine.
Not all priests choose their path.
Some children are given to the Chantry to raise, and become initiates.
Did you find anything?
I suppose priests have to give up a lot too.
But priests have to choose to be priests.
Mages don't.
She taught me that you can find your family in the people around you, that you can love your work and find fulfillment in duty.
And there is joy even in self-sacrifice; if you put others before yourself, then their well-being is yours, and their happiness is your happiness.
I must have looked tearful, or made some noise, because the revered mother came out and decided to speak to me.
And because I had no one else to talk to, I talked to her.
I must have said many silly things...
But she told me that the Maker puts us all on our paths for a reason, and fighting our intended course is what causes so much anguish.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> I thought the old biddy was full of rubbish.
I was fifteen, maybe sixteen, and I knew <emp>everything</emp>.
So I left.
And that made you feel better?
I think she's right.
Only the weak accept their fates.
The Chantry doesn't offer much of either.
You must have come to terms with your life eventually.
But I always found my way back to that chapel, and as the years passed, I began to see the truth of her words.
It isn't healthy to throw yourself at a pack of darkspawn either, in order to save the world, so I'd say you're in no position to judge.
Heh.
No, I wouldn't.
As I mentioned I once thought the same thing of someone else.
That doesn't sound healthy.
Would you hate me if I said you were full of rubbish?
It won't be easy to live that way.
You can scream and cry and be angry about life as a Grey Warden, or you can accept it and allow yourself to see the good in it.
This is your choice.
Oh, yes, and thank you for asking.
I'm feeling much better today.
And here I was thinking you might actually be concerned for me.
Are you feeling better now?
I like making sure all my companions are well.
If you don't keep up, we might have to leave you behind.
I suppose you were just tired then, like you said.
Please let me know if there is anything I can do.
I have always had an affinity for the spirits of the Fade.
As a child I never feared my dreams, because I knew they were there...
What about demons?
I've always been able to feel the spirits, even if I never saw them.
And as I nurtured my talent in the Circle, I became more sensitive.
I began to notice, every time I was in the Fade, whether it was in a dream, or in magical practice, that I was being watched.
Sometimes I would see it... a glowing, nebulous form.
Most times I would just feel its presence--gentle and comforting, but somehow alien.
It did not feel evil.
I never feared it.
In fact, it infused me with soft, strange warmth I never felt before.
I suppose they must.
It is these benevolent spirits that create our dream worlds in the Fade.
Creepy.
Are you sure it wasn't evil?
Do spirits watch people like that?
I think it is a Spirit of Faith.
They have never been seen before and perhaps I am wrong, but something tells me I'm not.
It always felt like the same... entity.
This one spirit was curious about me and was... guarding me, for want of a better word.
There were times, when I was in the Fade, that it seemed to stretch forth to shield me, keeping me safe.
And I think it gave me strength in my most terrible battles, Ostagar being one of them.
You're very lucky.
Well, aren't you special.
You mean it protected you?
I could sense the demons too, and their presence frightened me.
It was the kindly spirits of the Fade that took the fear from me.
Why did the spirit choose to help you?
I've never experienced that before.
You must have been a strange child.
I don't know why I was chosen.
Perhaps it knew that there was something more that lay in store for me.
I like to think that I was given a rare chance, and I'm going to make the best of the time so generously given to me.
So this Spirit of Faith is your personal protector.
And also in your fight with Petra's demon.
I suppose it felt it wasn't your time yet.
I will not lie motionless in a bed, with coverlets up to my chin, waiting for death to claim me.
That is not the death for me.
And so I will fight alongside the Grey Warden, and help prepare her for the task that is yet before her.
So you had better listen to me, because I swear, if I should fall before the end and you don't seem to be doing things properly, I'll get up again to give you a good finger-wagging.
You know, I think you'll be all right, even without my help.
Joking?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
We'll see when the time comes, won't we?
And so I will fight alongside the Grey Warden, and help prepare him for the task that is yet before him.
I can't believe you're spending it here, on the road.
I'll hold you to that promise.
That will be something to see indeed.
You're joking, right?
Because that's disturbing.
Fighting darkspawn?
I'm glad you think traveling with me is worthy of your time.
Unhh...
I... fell...
For a moment there I thought I was...
I thought it was all over...
I...
I will explain everything, when we are back at camp.
Now is not the time.
The fight is over, if that's what you mean.
Thought <emp>what</emp> was over?
You need rest, that's all.
No, really?
You're very observant.
All this excitement too much for your old bones?
Oh... hmm, that was interesting, and draining...
I called forth the spirit that sustains me, so that it could lend us aid.
I did not realize it would take this much out of me.
What was that?
Did you summon the spirit?
I didn't know you could do that!
Huh?
I'm not sure what happened.
It seemed a good idea at the time, if a little rash--I think it may have weakened the spirit a little.
I suppose I shouldn't be using that particular trick to entertain children at parties.
So you could kill yourself doing this?
Are you sure you can control... that thing?
That makes sense.
It took you that long to figure it out?
Cure me?
What?
Am I sick now?
Is there something we can do to cure you?
In a sense?
You're... a little dead.
I guess death isn't an illness, is it?
Even you know that you cannot cure the dead.
And I'm not the only one dying.
You are too.
I'm just more efficient about it.
Ah, child... your concern is heartwarming, but death comes to everyone, and it is not something to fear.
People fear, not death, but having life taken from them.
Many waste the life given to them, occupying themselves with things that do not matter.
When the end comes, they say they did not have time enough to spend with loved ones, to fulfill dreams, to go on adventures they only talked about...
You're not afraid?
I'd rather be alive, really.
I don't fear death.
It's the dying that scares me.
But why should you fear death if you are happy with the life you have led, if you can look back on everything and say: "Yes, I am content.
It is enough."
Ah, human nature...
You are right.
Some people will never be content, and will always want more.
I think I've led a good life, a full life, and I, for one, am not afraid of death, whatever it may bring.
They say that when you die, your spirit travels through the Fade and returns to the Maker.
And after that... we'll see, won't we?
Because we always want more?
Are you content?
I think it depends on the person you are.
I try not to dwell too much on the mistakes of my past, of which there are many.
I would go quite mad if I did that.
But I do have one regret--the greatest misstep of my life, made even more grave because it had dire consequences for someone else.
Years ago, I was assigned as mentor to a lad, Aneirin.
He was my first apprentice.
Aneirin was an elf, raised in one of the elven Alienages, and he was very mistrustful of humans, especially humans in authority.
What Aneirin needed was time.
Time to get used to his new home, time to emerge from his shell so we could build a rapport.
I gave him no such time.
I was young and arrogant. "He is a mage," I thought, "he needs to grow up and act like one."
I was his mentor, an authority figure.
He can't have liked me very much.
All he knew of the humans was what he had seen in the Alienage.
He was very wary of us.
Perfect?
Hardly.
I aspire to it, but have fallen quite short. <desc>Chuckles</desc> Quite short indeed.
Do you have any regrets at all?
Tell me.
It might make you feel better.
And you took him from his people and put him in the tower.
Humans like you?
But the mages treat the elves and humans alike.
I can see how this could be trouble.
And all along I thought you were perfect.
I expected too much from him, too quickly.
I gave no consideration to his origin, or his feelings.
And he retreated further from me.
All I could think of was how stubborn he was, how he was throwing away all his talent and his potential, just to be difficult.
Oh, I dread to think.
I was a harsh taskmistress.
He might have thought I was a demon in disguise.
Oh, age and wisdom have mellowed me.
I was quite different back then.
Much more... unforgiving.
And what did he think of you?
That just seems so unlike you.
Oh, very much so.
Sometimes I would catch him practicing on his own, but if I asked him to show me what he could do, he would freeze up, or fumble terribly.
Was he talented?
You cannot plant crops in the cold wintry ground; you cannot teach a student who is closed off and unresponsive.
Patience is what is needed, and I learned that too late to help him.
What happened to Aneirin?
Better late than never?
Aneirin ran away from the Circle, one night.
I had berated him over some trivial, ridiculous matter that I no longer remember.
I drove him away because of something utterly unimportant.
He was a child, fourteen at the time of his leaving.
They had his phylactery and they hunted him down... 
I just wish I had been more aware... stopped for a moment to put myself in his shoes...
The phylactery is a vial of blood taken from a mage.
But blood is connected to life, and your blood can be used to track you down.
They called him "maleficar": a mage who practices forbidden magic, deserving of death.
He was a child, misunderstood and lost.
The templars.
That is what they do, they hunt down and neutralize rogue mages.
Phylactery?
He's dead then.
Who hunted him down?
Why didn't they just bring him back to the tower?
I begged the templars to tell me if he suffered, if they gave him a quick death.
I got no answers from them.
I was his mentor and they wouldn't even tell me what became of him.
I failed Aneirin.
All I had to do was listen to him.
He would try to talk to me, and I would tell him to concentrate on his spells.
He talked about the Alienage sometimes... and the Dalish.
He always talked about looking for the Dalish elves.
It's not your fault, Wynne.
Maybe he did find the Dalish.
I think it's time to forgive yourself.
This was years ago.
Move on.
That was cruel of them.
Well, I guess you learned your lesson.
The templars are well-trained and thorough.
That he still lives... it would be a vain hope.
The apprentices that came after Aneirin benefited greatly from the lessons I learned from him.
In a sense, he was my teacher, and I his student.
And there it is.
My story, my one greatest regret.
It was you that brought this up.
See, there is a bright side.
Then maybe his sacrifice was worthwhile.
This is getting maudlin.
Friends, turn back, please.
These woods are a danger to those who do not know the paths--
Aneirin...?
Wait, I...
I remember your face... but younger, more impulsive, stern...
Wynne?
I thought they had killed you.
They very nearly did.
The templars found me while I was searching for the Dalish... they ran me through and left me for dead.
I did, for some years.
The tribe made me feel very welcome, as though I were a lost child.
They taught me elven magics and told me the old stories.
But I wasn't one of the Dalish, no more than I was a Circle mage.
I owe them much, and so I stay close by, but I do not count myself among their number.
My home is out here, in the forest, with the trees and animals.
I learned to listen to them, and they taught me well.
I brought this on you.
Oh, I was dreadful mentor, harsh and impatient...
I am sorry for the way I treated you.
I have put that behind me and you should too.
I didn't fit in with the templars and your Chantry... my path lay elsewhere.
Why didn't you stay with the Dalish?
Irving is a reasonable man.
He will find some way for you to return.
The Circle needs new blood.
It needs to change.
I have fond memories of Irving.
He was always kind to me.
I will consider your proposal and perhaps I will speak with Irving.
However, I promise nothing.
Perhaps the mage you seek is right in front of you.
The Grey Warden is a mage, no?
The Blight will not last forever.
Why not look to her to shape the new Circle?
It is something both of you should think about.
Now, it is getting late and you have much to do.
You should be on your way.
Why not look to him to shape the new Circle?
It is something both of you should think about.
We could stay longer, if you wish it, Wynne.
No, we've spent enough time on my personal affairs.
It is time for us to move on.
We've dallied long enough.
I am pleased to have made your acquaintance, Aneirin.
My years in the Circle were not a complete waste.
I learned more than I let on.
You did teach me, Wynne, even if you didn't know it.
Very well.
I am grateful.
May your gods smile on you, Aneirin.
And on you.
Welcome back.
Is there something I can do for you?
Of course.
Let me see...
Could you tend to my wounds?
I was just passing through.
Yes, she mentioned it.
It is quite a miracle, isn't it?
What happened to Wynne is certainly proof that the gods look favorably upon her.
It is not my place to tamper with this.
You know about Wynne's condition, don't you?
Is there anything you can do for her?
Yes, quite amazing.
It's a little hard to believe.
I don't bear grudges, and it was Wynne who showed me that the Circle wasn't really where I was supposed to be.
She is a good person, with a noble heart.
She always tries to do what she thinks is best for others.
She tried so hard with me.
I could tell.
Unfortunately, I wasn't listening, and all she knew to do back then was yell more.
I forgave her many years ago.
It's a shame she carried that guilt for so long.
So you're not angry at Wynne anymore?
I cannot explain it.
Perhaps the spirit felt that she had a task to perform, one last apprentice to teach...
Why do you think that happened?
She is spending her last days in your company, helping you in your quest.
Perhaps this is what she feels she needs to do.
Go in peace then, friend.
Thank you so much.
You led me to Aneirin.
You persisted, even though I was sure all you were going to find was a dead end.
For leading me to Aneirin, of course.
Uh, you're welcome?
Why are you thanking me?
This is about Aneirin, I assume?
Have you given any thought to what Aneirin said?
There is wisdom in his words.
You are a mage, and you could be what the Circle needs most.
I just wanted to resolve it so you'd stop obsessing.
It always feels good to get resolution.
But you never really left the Circle, like Aneirin did.
But if you do?
What then?
You're not an apostate like Aneirin.
You could return, help us rebuild.
That's the point.
It doesn't have to be.
If you went back and assumed a position of power, you could change it for the better.
I might not survive the Blight.
I would love to return to the Circle, if I could.
I don't want to go back to that oppressive place.
Your life as a Grey Warden has given you a chance to venture abroad, farther than many mages have been.
You've seen the world, dealt with kings and lords, templars and apostates.
You've seen the good and bad of all of these.
You could bring these experiences back to the Circle, improve it with what you know.
It will take time but it can be done, slowly.
Oh, believe me, I would if I could, but I am not long for this world.
Day by day I feel myself weakening.
I'll decide when the time comes.
You could change the Circle.
Why me?
I will not live to see the Circle rebuilt and made stronger and more glorious.
This will be a dream I take to my grave.
It doesn't have to be a dream for you.
I should have known better.
I had the best mentors; they were kind, compassionate... why didn't I learn from them? 
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Open the door with the Illuminated Diagram.
Welcome, friends!
Welcome to Wade's Emporium.
We have the finest armors in Denerim--maybe in all of Ferelden!
How may we assist you?
The city is full to bursting!
With people from the country coming, trade is thriving.
He's eccentric and very... particular.
But everything he makes is of good, solid quality.
No matter what he says about it.
You're obviously not from around here.
Wade is possibly the most brilliant armorsmith in all of Ferelden.
That's not true, Herren.
The dwarves of Orzammar make the finest armors around.
These piles of rust droppings <emp>you</emp> force me to make are worthless compared to their work.
You never let me have the time, the materials to make something special!
Customers expect their armor in a timely fashion.
Not years late like the last time--
That happened <emp>once</emp>, just <emp>once</emp>, and you never let it drop.
Centuries?
You hear that, you young mutt, centuries!
What's an extra year here and there to make something <emp>wonderful</emp>.
Thank you, dwarf.
Your fine point has made my life so much... richer.
No, uh, no he can't--
Did I hear right?
You, you, uh--man--you.
You have drake scales?
Of course, I can.
Well, I think I can.
Won't know until I try, will I?
Let me see...
Look at this, Herren, it's <emp>real</emp>.
Some never see a single scale in their lives!
Sadly, you don't have enough to make armor.
But if you find more--and you <emp>must</emp>--come straight here.
Oh, the things I could make with it!
Really, take your time, friend.
No need to come back with any of those at all.
I must make this.
Tell the, uhh, customer, is it?
I'll drop everything to work on this immediately!
I'd stake my life on it, friend.
Where is your humility when we really need it...
Yes, think about it.
Far from here, thank you.
Make the customer come back, Herren.
Those were drake scales!
Uh, come again.
Yes, like the customer said: <emp>very</emp> quick.
We have other orders.
They can wait.
We're making art here!
I was afraid you'd say that.
Excellent.
You won't regret it.
Think of the possibilities, Herren; think of it!
I'm trying to stop.
It will take however long it takes.
You don't rush a masterpiece, my good man.
Yes...
Yes, that's right.
It could take months, years even.
You should just leave--
It won't take that long, Herren.
Unless...
Unless I did some inlays.
Of, oh I know...
Yes, it wouldn't be complete without the, uh, inlays.
Of course, the customer would have to agree...
It will take however long it takes.
Don't rush a masterpiece, my good lady.
Cost?
I should be paying <emp>you</emp>, friend.
For the right, no the privilege--
Pay him?
No, Wade, no!
We'll charge you--
I'll hear nothing of that, Herren.
This is my shop, and working on drake scales won't cost a bloody Orlesian penny!
I give up.
It won't cost anything.
Did I hear right?
You, you, uh--woman--you.
You have drake scales?
Of course...
You need more scales, blast it.
Find more or kill more drakes!
You're not seriously suggesting they should kill a drake?
They're almost unstoppable!
Well, I need more bloody scales.
They found some already.
I just want them to find more.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Sorry.
He's back; he's back!
Have you reconsidered?
I can make such fine armor with your scales!
She's back; she's back!
Have you reconsidered?
I can make such fine armor with your scales!
You're back, eh?
Wait, you found more scales.
You have enough now!
Oh, what I can make with this!
Welcome back.
You looking for fine armor?
Do you wish to make another purchase?
Wade's Emporium always appreciates repeat customers.
You're here about your order?
I've barely even begun and you're pestering me!
Oh, get back to work.
Come to see our fine goods before they sell out?
Oh, marvelously.
Wade isn't doing any more orders today.
And I have the joy of dealing with customers who had orders that were supposed to be done today.
Walk the streets carefully.
If some people knew you were the one with the drake scales...
Well, it wouldn't be pretty.
Our stock shrinks every day.
I'm afraid to leave the shop at night because of the angry customers.
We're near ruined because of your bloody dragon scales, uh, friend.
Wade is working as quickly as he can.
He really is.
But it <emp>is</emp> a tricky order.
And it <emp>is</emp> free.
It will take a long, long time for Wade to make the armor.
It's not too late, though.
If you say you want it quickly, I can make sure he's done with it faster.
But he says you want it... <desc>sigh</desc> <emp>perfect</emp>.
You hear that, Wade, hurry up!
But, but, he said--
I don't think our "customer" realized exactly how long it would take.
Bah!
The world would be better without bloody customers!
My good friend here is smart--brilliant, in fact!
I heard that, Herren.
Very well, sire.
As you wish.
I am very, very pleased to say it's done--
And it's garbage.
I wouldn't let a festering swine wear it.
Wade, it's amazing.
I don't see <emp>anything</emp> wrong with it.
Are you blind as well as stupid?
The leg-guards are too tight; it'll chafe.
The dye isn't even--look here.
I see a splotch.
It's garbage, I say.
It's fine, truly.
It's a work of art.
Here, wear it well.
Now kindly <emp>leave</emp>.
There's still a great deal to do.
Go away!
It's done.
I made the armor...
Did you bring more scales?
I want to try again; I've learned so much!
Wade, please leave the customer alone.
How can I help you, um...?
Well enough.
Your order was painful and some customers were quite upset.
But things are back to normal.
Thank the Maker.
We were working on your order for a long time.
We've lost some customers...
But things are getting back to normal.
Thank the Maker.
You <emp>must</emp> be kidding.
We're done, no--
Herren, more scales!
But, alas, not enough...
Find more and I'll happily craft another set.
This time, I'll do it right!
Please, in Andraste's name, don't come back.
I am sick to death of drakes.
Ho-ho, Herren!
More scales!
I can make another set!
Dear Andraste, no...
I've been thinking every night about what I'd do different.
It's all in my head.
Dear Herren, don't worry.
I can make it faster this time.
You can?
You worry too much.
Just give me the scales, friend, and I'll have my finest work for you.
Of course.
My previous work shames me.
This time, it'll be great!
I'll just close the shop until he's done.
Thank you so much.
Rotten bastard.
You masochistic bastard!
Do you have any i--
Perfect, you say?
Well, there are a <emp>few</emp> alterations I could make.
I'll close up the shop then.
No more new orders!
Think of the possibilities!
I quit; I just quit.
Enjoy the scales, Wade.
We're closed.
Oh, it's <emp>you</emp>.
Welcome...
Oh, it's you.
Please leave.
And if you have any more scales, you can shove them...
<desc>Sigh</desc> Just leave.
Could you tell me about the city?
Tell me about Wade.
Smiths of my people pass work over generations.
Centuries.
Can Wade make something with these drake scales?
Can you make drake scale armor?
Are you sure you can make quality armor with this?
Make the armor, but be quick about it.
I'll pay ten sovereigns extra.
Make it good and quickly.
Will it take long to make?
How much will it cost?
You can look at them, but don't touch.
I do right here.
I'm here about drake scales.
Let's see what you have for sale.
How are you getting by?
How much longer will the armor take?
I'd like it sooner, then.
Take your time, then.
How's business?
I have more drake scales.
It will be better than the last set?
Here are the scales.
Here's twenty sovereigns for incentive.
I want it perfect.
It is a pleasure to see you again.
Have my flowers enticed you?
Or perhaps you tire of the smells of the city and would buy my Orlesian oils?
I am from Orlais.
You've heard of us, no?
This Denerim is a fine city, but I miss my Val Royeaux.
She's quite beautiful this time of year.
What I miss most are the clothes!
The Avenue of Flowers this time of year has so many colors.
And the skirts!
Fine wools, cloths--many only the noble-born can afford.
Ferelden is more muted, its fashions quite old.
But I like the people of this city very much.
Orlais has many, many good things--but it is sometimes not so good to be... common?
My brother had trouble with a chevalier and we departed shortly after.
A chevalier... took an interest in me.
It was his right, but it was unwelcome.
Incensed, my brother hit him over the head with a pot.
Such a thing is almost treason.
We left that very night and came here.
That and more.
Some revere them for their skill and their high service.
But others tread lightly.
As lightly as the mouse in the cat's den.
If you will excuse me.
I-I feel a touch light-headed.
Yes, defending your sister is a terrible wrong.
Perhaps in your lands, but not in my kingdom.
Many revere the chevaliers for their skill, honor, and deeds.
Perhaps where you are from.
But in human lands, things are sometimes not so clear.
You know so little of Orlais here.
The chevaliers are knights of the highest order.
They are the most skilled in the world, their discipline formidable.
For their service, they're allowed... privileges.
They can do <emp>whatever</emp> they want to the lesser-born.
I think you would enjoy Orlais <emp>very</emp> much.
Because there is little choice.
There are so many wonderful things about Orlais, but Ferelden has something precious.
Here a man, or a woman, is born free and lives free.
I do not understand it, but the nobles here are not so high.
And none of us are quite so low.
As much as I miss my Val Royeaux, I <emp>love</emp> where I am.
I know it's hard to believe, but elves are far better off here than in Orlais.
Perhaps my excuse is feeble, but it is better here--for everyone.
Your Denerim is a fine city, but I miss my Val Royeaux.
She's quite beautiful this time of year.
Much of the city is still a mystery to me, but the markets is like my home.
Circle ensorcelled objects can be found in the Wonders of Thedas, in the alleyway north.
And smelling good is not?
Ferelden is no longer full of barbarians.
People judge with their noses as well as their ears and eyes.
But you look more... armed than most of my patrons.
Perhaps you seek the armorsmith, Wade.
Then to the south?
He is quite the artist, yes?
Good day.
The market is busy, is it not?
Come rest here.
I have the finest selection of flowers and Orlesian scented oils in all of Denerim.
For a lady friend, perhaps?
Roses can open any woman's heart, you know.
For you, perhaps?
The oils are very relaxing in baths, no?
Tell me about Val Royeaux.
Why did you leave?
What sort of trouble did you get in?
Those beasts are allowed to rape women?
Striking a noble is a grave offense.
Your brother was wrong.
But what your brother did is right!
What's a chevalier?
With power comes privilege.
Why do people put up with them?
Yes, my people are so <emp>free</emp> locked in their alienages.
What's there to see in the market?
I want something more practical.
Have you lost your way, ser?
Too few visit the chantry's library these days.
Do you know your letters?
If so, we have a fine collection of books here.
Feel free to browse the books.
Only in Orlais will you find better.
I am Sister Justine, curator of the reliquary of this chantry.
Ahh--and pride, again.
It is hard to live up to the example of Andraste.
Of course.
Enjoy your visit to the chantry.
The archivist tends the books and I tend the sacred relics.
I also search for more to add to our collection, which is more difficult than it sounds.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I've heard them, too.
A hawker on the street will claim to have an actual finger bone of Andraste.
In this city alone, you could make the skeleton of ten prophets from fingers alone.
Curators often accept them as genuine.
I worry about the authenticity of even our most holy artifacts.
I have often thought of that.
When I was a curator of a much smaller chantry in Orlais, I thought that false relics slipped through because of laziness.
But the life of the cloth is never an easy one, and that explanation always seemed hollow to me.
Now, I believe it's the seduction of the divine.
We all want a personal connection to the Maker.
We want to believe that what we hold in our hands is the <emp>actual</emp> sandal that slipped from Andraste's foot before the fires consumed her.
Faith is of the heart, not of the head.
When the heart is ungoverned by reason, charlatans have powerful tools to deceive.
Of course, ser.
On what topic?
And often close to heretical.
But I believe that the truth only increases the awe of the Maker and his prophet, not demean it.
Even false symbols have the power to inspire.
But it seems every year we fall more out of touch with the real Andraste.
Thriving, especially in a holy city like Denerim.
My thought exactly.
But I'm perpetually amazed at how quickly people accept fantastic claims at face value.
I have always been fascinated with history.
What better place to indulge that than the birthplace of the Maker's prophet?
To be the curator of this chantry and to be so young...
I fight a battle with pride, and hopefully the Maker can forgive my occasional defeat.
Many can't, ser.
We have access to whole worlds beyond the reach of most.
You are back, ser?
One might think you have a touch of the scholastic, as well.
Certainly.
My research indicates that all of the ashes were gathered into a pot or urn.
But it's been lost for centuries.
That doesn't stop hawkers from selling pinches of the ashes of Andraste to gullible pilgrims.
The real ashes may still be hidden somewhere.
Though it's possible the urn broke.
Well... there's one that <emp>might</emp> be real.
I couldn't prove it wasn't.
Perhaps you can understand my skepticism?
So many claims, so few truths.
Possibly two, if the Rod of Emperor Drakon you found is real.
You've shown admirable patience listening to my diatribe before.
I will not bore you again.
Suffice it to say, I look for and authenticate holy relics for the chantry.
You've returned, ser.
I'll still pay you in gold for those relics.
Most of your relics are not likely to be genuine, though the Rod of Emperor Drakon may be.
If it is, it's quite exciting!
I've got to go.
What's a curator do?
People are selling holy relics on the streets.
Why do other curators fall for it?
I'd like to talk about something else.
Balancing faith and reason is difficult, though.
Sounds like the hawkers have a good business.
How difficult is it to verify a relic?
What's so hard about that?
There are still relics to be found after all these years?
What are you so proud of?
Of course I can read and write.
I've got to go.
Farewell.
Do you think the Urn of Sacred Ashes is real?
How many real relics have you found?
Could you tell me about your job?
Herren!
The customers <emp>again</emp>.
Herren, the bloody customers are bothering me again.
What do I pay you for, anyhow?
Sorry, sorry.
Wade is a genius.
Truly, you will be astonished by his work.
But he doesn't deal with customers.
If you need anything, <emp>please</emp> ask me.
And tell him I don't want anyone looking over my shoulders, either!
I'm thinking, blast it all.
Truly sorry, sire.
And tell her I don't want her looking over my shoulders making doe-eyes at me, either!
I'm thinking, blast it all.
You simply <emp>must</emp> let me make you that scale armor, friend.
You must!
I'm bloody working.
The scales require all my concentration you daft fool.
Don't tell me you're wearing that garbage.
Find me more scales.
I'll make you some <emp>real</emp> armor.
The second set will be far better.
You'll see.
Don't bother me.
This will be my life's work!
Even if it takes years--it'll be <emp>perfect!</emp>
Hope you enjoy your armor.
I'm glad Herren let me make something decent for a change.
Sad... and especially unfortunate because the victim is one so young.
I assume this is for the arl's son, the young abomination, yes?
There is something that can be done, though it is not a simple matter to accomplish by any means.
The difficulty lies in entering the Fade.
Only a mage can do so, but it requires a ritual that calls for both lyrium and a group of mages... and we possess neither of those things, obviously.
And even had we those things, there is no guarantee that a single mage alone could defeat the demon that controls the child.
His actions were driven by childish naivete.
There was no malice intended.
Connor is as much a victim as anyone here.
This should not have happened.
The child should have received proper schooling.
Connor's not the victim, he's the one causing this trouble.
At the Circle, you mean?
Isolde hired Jowan.
He brought it on himself.
We'll save Connor yet.
An apostate and a blood mage.
Jowan did not even take the Harrowing test before he fled from the Circle.
He is no more qualified to teach than a rabid squirrel.
That is exactly what I mean. 
Connor was probably never made aware of how dangerous his powers were.
That should be the first lesson.
They must learn discipline, before they even try experimenting with spells.
Who knows what bad habits Jowan may have encouraged, what haphazard form his lessons took?
You are right.
This could have been avoided.
You of all people should know that he is woefully ill-suited for teaching.
He was still an apprentice himself when he fled the Circle.
I'm sure Jowan tried his best.
But Isolde did not want him taken from her.
Isolde just wanted the best for her son.
Well, it's too late for regrets now.
She was not thinking about what was best for Connor, she was concerned with what was best for her, that she didn't lose him.
If I had to blame anyone, it would be the Lady Isolde.
And look, now she may lose him anyway.
The short-sighted, selfish fool.
You cannot hide the talent in a child any more than you can hide a blazing fire.
It needs to be watched and tended to, that it may burn brightly, but safely.
You don't throw a rug over it, or shut it in a closet, trying to smother it.
It will flare up when you least expect it.
I fear that there will be no solution that will make everything "better."
Is there anything we can do for Connor?
I'll find some way to save Connor.
We'll have to put out this raging inferno then.
And so we meet Jowan again.
It must hurt you to see what he has become.
He was your fellow apprentice.
Perhaps you even considered him your friend.
I spoke to him, a year ago... he sounded like a nice boy.
Earnest, a little awkward, perhaps.
He talked about you with both awe and resentment.
It seems he's made several bad decisions over the course of his life.
Still, I can't help but feel sorry for him.
Yes, it does.
He was my friend.
I can't believe he poisoned the arl.
Jowan's always been unlucky.
You can't blame yourself for his mistakes.
Jowan chose his path.
Ah, Lily.
The girl from the Chantry.
Vows made to a faceless organization are hardly a match for young love, are they?
If I hadn't helped Irving, Jowan would be better off.
I tried so hard to help him escape.
All he wanted to do was be with Lily.
He deserved what he got for being a blood mage.
It's difficult sometimes, to see people stumble and fall, wanting to pick them up, knowing you can't... you just have to live with that, don't you?
I can stop thinking about my past, and look forward to the future.
Thank you, my friend.
You will always have my gratitude.
It's not a demon that requires controlling.
Really, you need not fear it.
I promise I'll be careful.
And thank you.
Your concern is touching.
I don't want you exerting yourself.
You know yourself best.
<desc>The dog looks up at you respectfully, backing down from his aggressive stance.
You can see intelligence in his eyes, as well as a great deal of pain.
This animal is very ill.</desc>
<desc>The mabari growls weakly, but does not challenge you.
After you are done, he whimpers plaintively.</desc>
<desc>The dog is muzzled and blinks at you with bleary, pained eyes.
He seems to be curious.
Perhaps he is aware of the help you gave him, but you are not sure.</desc>
<act>Put the muzzle on the dog.</act>
You there!
Elf!
What's your name?
Err... it's Pick, ser.
Go tell Teyrn Loghain that the war party is ready to begin scouting.
We'll send word if we find anything amiss.
Yes, ser.
Right away, ser.
What do you need?
You haven't brought more instructions from the teyrn, I hope.
Teyrn Loghain has changed our scouting route a dozen times.
If you're not from the teyrn, what do you want?
We're busy.
My thanks.
There is hunting to be done, and I'll not be kept from it.
Luthias was a Clayne tribesman.
Some said he was too short to be a warrior.
But he was strong and fierce.
His chieftain sent him to the dwarves of Orzammar to negotiate an alliance, where he fell in love with the king's daughter, Scaea, and brought her back to his tribe.
She taught Luthias to use the dwarven battle wrath, to summon his strength and ignore all pain.
Luthias then taught this to the Clayne, who made him their chieftain.
Luthias's prowess earned him the love of Morighan'nan, a beautiful chieftain of another tribe.
When Scaea learned of his seduction, she returned to her people.
Luthias was grieved.
He sent Morighan'nan away, but this only vexed her and began a long war between their tribes.
In the end, Luthias slew Morighan'nan in single combat.
However, his wounds were great, and he perished when the rage ended.
The dwarves came from Orzammar that day and gave Luthias an honored burial in the mountains.
And we live by his teachings even today.
He was a great man, with great passions.
Perhaps you'll hear a more inspiring version in a tavern someday.
Luthias was a great man.
I doubt I've done his tale justice.
It was an honor.
It is said that before the final battle, she returned to Luthias and gave him a shirt of dwarven chain along with a final night of passion.
Then she was gone forever.
If she lived on in Orzammar, only the dwarven folk could say for certain.
If she lived on in Orzammar, only your people would know.
These are your honored ancestors, yes?
And what of Luthias?
Is he known?
Time fades even legend, perhaps.
I know Luthias was the first of our warriors, and that is enough for me.
They use scent to distinguish us from our enemies.
But the blood of battle can confuse them.
So we paint ourselves with kaddis, which overpowers the blood, and also paint our hounds, so they know we are the same.
Why?
Would you steal our kaddis and give it to the darkspawn hordes?
Good.
I hear death is unpleasant.
We would kill you if you tried.
Even if you succeeded, the monsters would offer only death as your reward.
If you tried, we would kill you.
And that is no joke.
To scout the Wilds and watch the progression of the darkspawn horde.
With luck, we'll find and slaughter many stragglers.
The hunt will be good if my hound survives the blood of his prey.
If he dies, I shall mourn tonight.
Darkspawn blood is poisonous, but not always fatal.
Those who survive grow immune to its effects.
The Wardens say the tainted blood drives even the survivors mad eventually... but not today.
Today we hunt, and we kill.
They fight at our side.
We do not fret over their safety as if they were children.
We aren't.
We are Ash Warriors.
Our training has been passed down since Luthias the Dwarfson first harnessed the battle-rage of the dwarves.
It is an old tale.
We harness the rage inside us, nurture it, and draw it out so we cannot fall in battle until our last foe is slain.
It is a dwarven discipline, but we have adapted it to let us fight alongside our hounds.
That is our way; I trust my hound with my life, as he trusts me with his.
A trained mabari hound is as dangerous as any sword.
We do not speak of a city pet or those things that sit in an old woman's lap.
We aren't.
We're Ash Warriors, as you should well know.
Our discipline was passed down to us from the time of Luthias the Dwarfson.
He trained with the berserkers of your kind, long ago.
Perhaps.
I have never been, so I cannot say for certain, but I'm told our traditions are the same.
Maker's breath--another elf.
What do you want?
Make it quick.
We're busy.
Not in particular, except for them being so thin-boned.
You make good messengers sometimes.
Congratulations.
Not bad... for an elf.
You're the dwarf who walks with the Grey Wardens?
A respectable decision.
Not many dwarves would come to the surface gladly.
Maybe things have changed.
Is there something you wanted?
We have no time for idle chatter.
You don't look like a surface dwarf.
There is a story in that, no doubt.
Some, like all Ash Warriors.
Our training originates from the dwarves.
We are almost ready to scout the Wilds.
With luck, we'll slaughter a few darkspawn!
Ha!
So what do you want?
Be quick about it.
Greetings, honored Grey Warden.
What would you have of me?
More instructions?
Tell me of Luthias the Dwarfson.
So he betrayed his wife and killed his lover?
You could have just said he was the first Ash Warrior.
An interesting legend.
Thank you for telling me.
What happened to his wife, Scaea?
I hear more of crime and punishment than heroes and battle.
The name sounds familiar.
I believe she became a Paragon.
Not to me, but that doesn't mean he wasn't honored.
Why have you painted your dogs?
What if the enemy is painted with kaddis, as well?
Absolutely not!
If the reward was right, why not?
I hope you're joking.
What are you preparing for?
Survives the blood?
What do you mean?
Wouldn't it be smarter to leave your dogs behind?
You don't look like the other soldiers in the army.
What is an Ash Warrior?
So what does an Ash Warrior do?
Is a dog that good in combat?
You trained with the dwarven berserker warriors?
So you are the same as berserkers in Orzammar?
I just want to talk; that's all.
You have a problem with elves?
I happen to be a Grey Warden, human, not some servant.
Thank you, I'm glad to be here.
I had little choice in the matter, actually.
You know much about us dwarves?
Ho there, Duncan!
King Cailan?
I didn't expect--
A royal welcome?
I was beginning to worry you'd miss all the fun!
Not if I could help it, your Majesty.
Then I'll have the mighty Duncan at my side in battle after all!
Glorious!
The other Wardens told me you've found a promising recruit.
I take it this is she?
Allow me to introduce you, your Majesty.
No need to be so formal, Duncan.
We'll be shedding blood together, after all.
Ho there, friend!
Might I know your name?
<desc>Chuckle</desc> You've got yourself a lively one, Duncan.
And I was beginning to think the Wardens were all stodgy priests!
If my ears serve me, your accent comes from the western hills.
Am I right?
<desc>Laughs</desc> I wish you'd tell my wife that!
My favorite uncle happens to be the arl of Redcliffe.
It's a countryside I'm most fond of.
It's good to see one of the honorable stout folk outside Orzammar.
I apologize if I offended you.
I have only the deepest respect for your people.
I've always wanted to learn more.
Perhaps you could enlighten me sometime?
Sounds like there's a story behind that.
You must regale me with it sometime.
I do.
I'll make sure to have the finest dwarven brew brought up from the palace cellars... after we've dealt with the Blight, of course.
I've been to Orzammar.
King Endrin invited my father to a Grand Proving, long ago.
How does Endrin fare these days?
Ah.
Still, I hope to be as wise and fair a ruler as Endrin.
Good!
I hope to work with him as well as my father did.
Well... it seems your story may be even more interesting than I suspected.
As you wish.
Now perhaps I'll tempt you someday with a bottle of the finest dwarven brew from the royal cellar.
I meant after we defeat the Blight, of course.
I doubt Loghain will give me a moment's rest until then.
I understand you hail from the Circle of Magi.
I trust you have some spells to help us in the coming battle?
Excellent.
We have too few mages here, another is always welcome.
Your abilities are still above those of other men.
That the Grey Wardens have recruited you says much.
Of course, your magic is not at my beck and call.
But I am glad to have it in the battle.
We have too few mages here.
I see you're an elf, friend.
From where do you hail?
Well.
I suppose growing up in an alienage would make one mistrustful.
One day I'll see those walls taken down.
Your people have suffered enough.
As do I!  Though I've not been in the palace for some time.
Do you come from the Alienage?
Tell me, how is it there?
My guards all but forbid me going there.
Oh?
Anything in particular?
Normally, yes, but it sounds like I'm missing something.
Duncan?
You think I care nothing about these things, but I do.
I suppose trust will only come with proof.
Things will change once we defeat the darkspawn.
In the alienages, and all through Ferelden.
For now, we must attend to war.
You... what?
Your Majesty, I would not have put it so bluntly.
There are events in Denerim you should be aware of.
So it seems.
I will hear more about this matter later.
For now, we have a war to attend to.
Allow me to be the first to welcome you to Ostagar.
The Wardens will benefit greatly with you in their ranks.
I'm sorry to cut this short, but I should return to my tent.
Loghain waits eagerly to bore me with his strategies.
Your uncle sends his greetings and reminds you that Redcliffe forces could be here in less than a week.
Ha!
Eamon just wants in on the glory.
We've won three battles against these monsters and tomorrow should be no different.
I'm not even sure this is a true Blight.
There are plenty of darkspawn on the field, but alas, we've seen no sign of an archdemon.
Disappointed, your Majesty?
I'd hoped for a war like in the tales!
A king riding with the fabled Grey Wardens against a tainted god!
But I suppose this will have to do.
I must go before Loghain sends out a search party.
Farewell, Grey Wardens!
You are Dalish, are you not?
I hear your people possess remarkable skill and honor.
I admire you for being so civil to a race that's treated yours so terribly.
I tell you this: You are very welcome here.
The Grey Wardens will benefit greatly with you amongst them.
I wish I knew more, but your people aren't exactly fond of mine.
For good reason.
To be fair, your people can be a bit& standoffish.
Not that I blame them, of course.
We do sometimes seem experts at fear and treachery.
But not always.
Pleased to meet you!
The Grey Wardens are desperate to bolster their numbers, and I, for one, am glad to help them.
No need, Duncan.
You are Bryce's youngest, are you not?
I don't think we've ever actually met.
Is it about your father?
Your brother has been concerned about him.
Your brother has already arrived with Highever's men, but we are still awaiting your father.
Oh?
Nothing's happened to Bryce, I hope.
Has he fallen ill?
News from the north has been unreliable.
What's happened?
Dead?!
What do you mean?
Duncan, do you know anything about this?
Teyrn Cousland and his wife are dead, your Majesty.
Arl Howe has shown himself a traitor and overtaken Highever Castle.
Had we not escaped, he would have killed us and told you any story he wished.
I... can scarcely believe it!
How could he think he would get away with such treachery!
As soon as we are done here, I will turn my army north and bring Howe to justice.
You have my word.
Howe knows his actions will cost him his life.
But I'll need an army to bring him to justice. 
No doubt you wish to see your brother.
Unfortunately, he and his men are scouting in the Wilds.
Of that, I have no doubt.
You will see him again once the battle is over, I am certain.
I apologize, but there is nothing more I can do.
All I can suggest is that you vent your grief against the darkspawn for the time being.
Not until the battle is over, I fear.
Until then, we cannot even send word.
We are all in danger, my friend.
Nothing can be done until your brother returns, and that will not be until the battle is over.
He will hang.
I know that will not bring your family back, but Howe will not profit from this.
Then I'll have the mighty Duncan at my side in battle after all!
Glorious!
The other Wardens told me you've found a promising recruit.
I take it this is he?
I'm no friend of yours, human lord.
You're pretty observant... for a king.
Yes, I'm from a farmhold near Redcliffe, your Majesty.
Honorable?
You must be thinking of the nobles.
Who're you calling "stout?" Is that some kind of dig?
Leaving Orzammar wasn't my idea, really.
How much do you know about dwarves, your Majesty?
You must not have met many members of the noble caste.
If your Majesty wishes.
Personally, I couldn't pick him out of a crowd.
I don't know and I don't care.
I hear the king was well enough when I left.
I'm his son... and he was fine when I saw him last.
I'm his daughter... and he was fine when I saw him last.
Don't you have a battle to fight, first?
I will do my best, of course.
I'm only recently out of my apprenticehood.
I do not cast spells on command.
Nowhere specific, your Majesty.
From one of your alienages, naturally.
The city of Denerim.
I'd rather not speak of it.
There are many things you know nothing about.
Are you aware of what your lapdog does, exactly?
Where do I start?
Poverty, injustice, murder...
I killed an arl's son for raping my friend.
You have no idea how bad it is, do you?
Your welcome means nothing to me, human lord.
I couldn't care less for your welcome.
You're too kind, your Majesty.
We'll see about that.
It sounds like the Blight is almost over.
Thank you, your Majesty.
You are too kind.
You know of the Dalish, King Cailan?
I thought humans considered us dangerous vagrants.
Too bad the same can't be said of yours.
I am <FirstName/>, your Majesty.
Are you not even aware my father is dead?
Yes, I am, and I bring important news.
Yes, your Majesty.
My name is <FirstName/>.
Oh, I think you'll be waiting for some time yet.
You don't know what's happened?
He's not coming.
He died when our castle was taken.
I am not eager to tell him, your Majesty.
When will he return?
But he may be in danger!
There isn't anything you can do sooner?
What kind of justice?
In the name of Andraste, I bless you today.
May you find favor in the Maker's eyes.
So let it be.
Ah!
I suspect you are one of the new Grey Wardens.
Will you accept the Maker's blessing?
I do.
Though I cannot pass on the respects of your ancestors, the Maker looks kindly on all who will receive Him.
Typical heathen.
Begone, then.
How unwise, considering the difficult battle to come.
May the Maker show you mercy, anyhow.
I merely pass on the Maker's blessings.
He looks kindly on all who will receive Him.
A Dalish wanderer, I presume?
The Maker will not refuse to bless you, if you are willing to receive Him.
I'll not discuss politics here.
Take your hatred and begone!
Then begone, heathen.
Then I bless you, Grey Warden, in the name of Andraste and the Maker above.
May the Chant of Light carry your name to the ears of our Lord.
Out of my sight, heathen.
I must perform the Maker's work for those who appreciate it.
Hello again, Warden.
May the Maker guard you in the coming battle.
I understand your Joining is complete.
You are blessed by the Maker.
As you can see, mine are dwarven kin.
Keep your worthless mumblings to yourself, priest.
Bah.
It means little to me.
You administer blessings to elves, do you?
Does He destroy the homeland of those who will not?
Very well, I'll receive His blessing.
I do not worship your gods, human.
Very well.
I've no objection to the blessing of your god.
If you're not, He crushes your home and kills your brothers?
I will do no such thing.
Keep your blessings to yourself.
No, I'd prefer not to.
I will.
Thank you.
Well, you're not what I thought you'd be.
The name's Daveth.
It's about bloody time you came along.
I was beginning to think they cooked this ritual up just for our benefit.
Just to give us a good scare?
No, they don't really seem the type.
I happened to be sneaking around camp last night, see, and I heard a couple of Grey Wardens talking.
So I listen in for a bit.
I'm thinking they plan to send us into the Wilds.
We're right on the northern edge of the Korcari Wilds here.
Miles and miles of savage country.
My home village isn't far, and I grew up on tales about the Wilds.
Even been in there a few times... scary place.
I'm told the Blight started in the forest, so the army's here waiting for them to come out.
Dangling meat in front of the bear, if you catch my meaning.
Then why do the Grey Wardens only recruit folks who can fight?
Or are you their first basket weaver?
I guess we'll have to wait and see.
Like we have a choice.
I suppose I could do that.
Oh, I'll watch your back. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
I'll try to keep my wits about me.
Aw, that's a little extreme.
It's not like I can miss the scenery, is it?
Anyway, I expect it's time to get back to Duncan.
That's where I'll be, if you need me for anything.
That's me! <desc>Laughs</desc>
You sound just like the bloody knight.
Well, more power to you.
You take what you get, right?
I got nowhere else to go after what Duncan saved me from.
It's all too secretive for me.
Makes my nose twitch.
Sounds like some kind of test.
Maybe we'll hunt us a souvenir or two.
Cannibals, beasts, witches, and now darkspawn?
What isn't to be scared of?
Oh, me and ser knight were just betting on what the third recruit would be.
Me, I was hoping for a comely lass with golden hair and terrible eyesight. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Not a woman.
Yet here you are.
Not a dwarf.
Yet here you are.
Not an elf.
Yet here you are.
Well... in for a silver, in for a crown, as my dear mum always used to say.
Hey, I'm following you, aren't I?
You heard the same speech I did.
Blood and old treaties.
Off we go, into the Wilds.
We got everything, so let's go back.
I'm hungry.
We don't have the blood yet... not that I relish sticking one of those things just for its blood, right?
We still have to find those documents.
I've never heard of a tower that stood for more than ten years in this forest.
All right, for an old bugger.
He's faster than he looks, too.
I found them.
I cut Duncan's purse while he was standing in a crowd.
He grabs my wrist, but I squirm out and bolt.
The old bugger can run, but the garrison caught me first.
I'm a wanted man in Denerim, you see, so they were going to string me up right there.
Oh?
You got a similar tale?
Duncan stopped them.
Invoked the Right of Conscription.
I gave the garrison the finger while I was walking away.
Don't know why Duncan wants someone like me.
But he says finesse is important, and that I'm fast with a blade.
You bet your boots I am.
Besides, it beats getting strung up.
I grew up in a village 'bout a day's trip to the east.
Little blot you wouldn't even find on a map.
Haven't been back in years.
I struck out for the city as soon as I could outrun my pa.
I've been in Denerim for, what... six years now?
Never liked it much, but there's more purses there than anywhere else.
... and a pickpocket, thank you very much.
Or was, anyhow.
Who'd ever guess <emp>I'd</emp> end up a Grey Warden?
Maybe they did.
What do you know about this ritual?
The Wilds?
This seems like an odd place for an army to camp, then.
I doubt they will send us into pointless danger.
I'll watch your back if you watch mine.
Just don't get too distracted back there.
Or, I could just kill you.
You're a charmer, I see.
I'm looking forward to it.
I wouldn't be here if I did.
They're forcing you to be here?
Why would they send us into the forest?
Why are the Wilds so frightening?
What's that supposed to mean?
What did you think I'd be?
What do you think we should do now?
So what do you think of Duncan?
So how did the Grey Wardens find you?
Guess Duncan's got a taste for street rats.
Where are you from, Daveth?
So... you're a cutpurse?
What the king said is true.
They've won several battles against the darkspawn here.
Despite the victories so far, the darkspawn horde grows larger with each passing day.
By now, they look to outnumber us.
Every recruit must go through a secret ritual we call the Joining in order to become a Grey Warden.
Feel free to explore the camp here as you wish.
All I ask is that you do not leave it for the time being.
There is another Grey Warden in the camp by the name of Alistair.
When you are ready, seek him out and tell him it's time to summon the other recruits.
Until then, I have business I must attend to.
You may find me at the Grey Warden tent on the other side of this bridge, should you need to.
No, there are two other recruits here already.
They have been waiting for us to arrive.
The Joining is dangerous.
I cannot speak more of it except to say that you will learn all in good time.
Until then, you must trust that what is done is necessary.
It is an ordeal.
I am sorry that you must endure another so soon.
You heard what the king said: He is scouting in the Wilds and beyond contact.
Be patient, he will return.
The Joining is what will cure you of the suffering your tainted blood surely brings you.
If it had been possible, I would have done it before now.
It is a secret.
And it is not a simple antidote.
The Joining is what will make you a Grey Warden.
Alistair can help you with those.
I had hoped he would be back by now.
Then you will need to locate Alistair and tell him it is time.
I'm not certain where he went off to.
Knowing him, I'm not sure I want to know.
Assuming, of course, that you're quite finished riling up mages, Alistair.
What can I say?
The revered mother ambushed me.
The way she wields guilt they should stick her in the army.
She forced you to sass the mage, did she?
We cannot afford to antagonize anyone, Alistair.
We don't need to give anyone more ammunition against us.
You're right, Duncan.
I apologize.
Now then, since you are all here, we can begin.
There was once a Grey Warden archive in the Wilds, abandoned long ago when we could no longer afford to maintain such remote outposts.
It has recently come to our attention that some scrolls have been left behind, magically sealed to protect them.
Alistair, I want you to retrieve these scrolls if you can.
Watch over your charges, Alistair.
Return quickly, and safely.
We will.
Then may the Maker watch over your path.
I will see you when you return.
It will be an overgrown ruin by now, but the sealed chest should remain intact.
Alistair will guide you to the area you need to search.
It's possible the scrolls may have been destroyed or even stolen, though the seal's magic should have protected them.
Only a Grey Warden can break such a seal.
I don't understand& why leave such things in a ruin if they're so valuable?
It was assumed we would someday return.
A great many things were assumed that have not held true.
Old treaties, if you're curious.
Promises of support made to the Grey Wardens long ago.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Without a doubt.
Darkspawn aren't renowned for their willingness to offer up their blood.
Of course.
You must work together to collect the components, however.
It's as much a part of the Joining as what comes after.
For the Joining itself.
I'll explain more once you've returned.
So you return from the Wilds.
Have you been successful?
Then you'd best start soon.
You don't want to be in the Wilds when night falls.
Good.
I've had the Circle mages preparing.
With the blood you've retrieved, we can begin the Joining immediately.
Excellent.
You will need that courage to face what comes next.
Let me be very clear on that point.
You are not volunteers.
Whether you were conscripted or recruited, you were chosen because you are needed.
There is no turning back now.
You must gather your courage for what comes next.
Courage?
How much danger are we in?
I will not lie; we Grey Wardens pay a heavy price to become what we are.
Fate may decree that you pay your price now rather than later.
As could any darkspawn you might face in battle.
You would not have been chosen, however, if I did not think you had a chance to survive.
If only such secrecy were unnecessary and all understood the necessity of such sacrifice.
Sadly, that will never be so.
Let's go, then.
I'm anxious to see this Joining now.
I agree.
Let's have it done.
Then let us begin.
Alistair, take them to the old temple.
There was a woman at the tower and her mother had the scrolls.
They were both very& odd.
Were they wilder folk?
I don't think so.
They might be apostates: mages hiding from the Chantry.
I know you were once a templar, Alistair, but Chantry business is not ours.
We have the scrolls; let us focus on the Joining.
Excellent!
Now all we need is the darkspawn blood... unless you think it's too dangerous, Alistair.
No, but maybe you should know how we found these treaties.
Tell me afterwards.
You don't have much time before nightfall.
Did you find the archive?
No, but we haven't searched the entire area yet.
Then I suggest you get back out there.
Good luck.
Yes, but the scrolls aren't there.
We encountered a creepy woman named Morrigan who says her mother has them, but I don't trust her.
What are she and her mother doing in the Wilds?
Are they Chasind?
They're witches!
She all but said so!
She may be dangerous.
But she... made no threats, and seemed helpful.
Then perhaps you should see if she spoke the truth, and not give up just out of suspicion.
At last we come to the Joining.
The Grey Wardens were founded during the first Blight, when humanity stood on the verge of annihilation.
So it was that the first Grey Wardens drank of darkspawn blood and mastered their taint.
We're... going to drink the blood of those... those creatures?
As the first Grey Wardens did before us, as we did before you. <emp>This</emp> is the source of our power and our victory.
Those who survive the Joining become immune to the taint.
We can sense it in the darkspawn and use it to slay the archdemon.
The meeting is to the west, down the stairs.
Please attend as soon as you are able.
We speak only a few words prior to the Joining, but these words have been said since the first.
Alistair, if you would?
Join us, brothers and sisters.
Join us in the shadows where we stand, vigilant.
Join us as we carry the duty that cannot be forsworn.
And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten and that one day we shall join you.
Daveth, step forward.
It is finished.
Welcome.
Two more deaths.
In my Joining, only one of us died, but it was... horrible.
I'm glad at least one of you made it through.
Such is what it takes to be a Grey Warden.
Jory was warned that there was no turning back, as were you all.
When he went for his blade, however, he left me no choice.
It brought me no pleasure to end his life.
The Blight demands sacrifices from us all.
Thankfully, you stand here as proof they are not all made in vain.
Did you have dreams?
I had terrible dreams after my Joining.
Such dreams come when you begin to sense the darkspawn, as we all do.
That and many other things can be explained in the months to come.
Take some time.
When you are ready, I'd like you to accompany me to a meeting with the king.
The king is discussing strategy for the upcoming battle.
I am not sure why he has requested your presence.
You heard the plan.
You and Alistair will go to the Tower of Ishal and ensure the beacon is lit.
What?
I won't be in the battle?
This is by the king's personal request, Alistair.
If the beacon is not lit, Teyrn Loghain's men won't know when to charge.
So he needs two Grey Wardens standing up there holding the torch.
Just in case, right?
The tower is on the other side of the gorge from the king's camp, the way we came when we arrived.
You'll need to cross the gorge and head through the gate and up to the tower entrance.
From the top, you'll overlook the entire valley.
Then I must join the others.
From here, you two are on your own.
Remember, you are both Grey Wardens.
I expect you to be worthy of that title.
Duncan& may the Maker watch over you.
May He watch over us all.
Stay with the teyrn's men and guard the tower.
If you are needed, we will send word.
Yet you don't sound very reassured.
What do you mean?
What ritual?
Am I the only recruit you have?
Why is this ritual so secret?
Is this anything like the Harrowing?
I need to find Fergus.
Why didn't you tell me about this cure before?
Perhaps this isn't really a Blight after all.
He didn't seem to take the darkspawn very seriously.
I'm ready to begin the Joining ritual.
And what's the second task?
Find the archive and three vials of blood.
Understood.
How will we find this archive?
And what if they're no longer there?
What kind of scrolls are these?
Finally!
Some action!
Surely you could've acquired some blood before now.
What do we need darkspawn blood for?
Go into the Wilds?
Isn't that dangerous?
No, we haven't.
We have.
And what if we have second thoughts?
I have no problem facing what is to come.
You're saying this ritual can kill us?
Is that why the Joining is so secret?
Now will you tell us what this ritual is about?
Maybe we should tell you about Morrigan and her mother.
We've retrieved the scrolls, but not the blood yet.
We have the blood, but not the scrolls.
Those who survive?
The pain... that was unbelievable!
I still can't believe you killed Ser Jory.
It's over.
I'm fine.
What kind of meeting?
That was more painful than the Harrowing.
Where is this Tower of Ishal, exactly?
When do we light the beacon?
What if the archdemon appears?
I know what I have to do.
Can we join the battle afterwards?
Greetings, young man.
You are Duncan's newest recruit, are you not?
He's not a man easily impressed.
You should be proud.
Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Wynne, one of the mages summoned by the king.
The Circle sent many.
Mages have always helped in past Blights.
Well met, and good luck to you on the battlefield.
To us all, in fact.
And I'm sure you have plenty of that to offer.
The king must always seem confident.
His behavior affects the troops' morale.
He does seem to find his enthusiasm easily, though.
Reminds me of a puppy, and I say that with both respect and affection.
He is a fine man.
Not precisely.
The Grey Wardens will be on the front lines, not the mages.
Still, we have our parts to play.
To defeat the darkspawn, we have to work together.
It's not an idea everyone seems able to grasp.
Well, don't let this old mage distract you from your duties.
I'm sure Duncan has much for you to do.
Some.
Do you?
Do you know about the connection between them and the Fade, for example?
Stragglers, yes--not the vast horde the scouts speak of.
I wonder... how much do you know of the connection between darkspawn and the Fade?
Any time your spirit leaves your earthly body, whether it's to dream or to die, it passes into the realm we call the Fade.
It's home to many spirits, some benevolent, others far less so.
At the heart of the Fade lies the Black City.
Some say the Black City was once the seat of the Maker.
But when mages from the Tevinter Imperium found a way into the City, it was tainted with their sin.
That taint transformed those men, turning them into twisted reflections of their own hearts.
And the Maker cast them back to the earth, where they became the first darkspawn.
At least, that's what the Chant of Light says.
It may be allegory, meant to teach us that our own evil causes human suffering.
Or it may be true.
It is as good an explanation as any, for now.
Yes, occasionally it's wise to contemplate one's actions.
A wise attitude.
It's worked well for me in the past.
Advice?
Never.
You young ones know all there is to know about the world anyway.
Why would you need advice from an elder?
But I'm certain Duncan has more for you to do than talk to me.
Greetings, young lady.
You are Duncan's newest recruit, are you not?
He's not a man easily impressed.
You should be proud.
What do we have here?
I heard the new Grey Warden recruit was from the Circle.
Congratulations on becoming a Warden and on surviving the Harrowing.
Irving always said you had promise.
Why?
Mages have helped defeat every Blight.
So, a Grey Warden... fighting alongside the king.
Not too shabby for someone just out of apprenticeship.
Ah, child... you've been taught well.
Use what you know and have faith in yourself.
Mages have always been pivotal in the fight against the darkspawn.
Perhaps you'll be the one to turn the tide this time.
Good, you'll need them when you face the darkspawn.
I am Wynne, a mage of the Circle, just as you are.
I don't believe I ever mentored you, and no doubt you don't remember meeting me.
I don't believe we've met, but I've certainly heard a lot about your talent.
My name is Wynne, and I congratulate you on your Harrowing.
Marvelous work, the Fade is a dangerous place.
Oh-ho, you know all there is to know already, do you?
Irving said as much about you--remarkable self-confidence.
I thought the same.
It's good you can admit that.
Back again?
Don't the Grey Wardens need you?
Off you go, I have preparations to make for the battle, and I won't be distracted.
Pleased to meet you.
I've seen quite a few mages today.
I am <FirstName/>.
It's not luck, but skill that will save us.
King Cailan thinks the battle will go well.
Will you be fighting beside the king?
I should get going.
Do you know much about darkspawn?
You've faced darkspawn before?
What does the Fade have to do with anything?
Not much.
I'm a dwarf, after all.
I know the Fade is where you go when you dream.
Isn't the Fade the land of the dead?
What's the Black City?
The Chantry says many things.
I've heard that story before.
And is that true?
At least it's something to ponder.
I'll just kill every darkspawn I see.
Don't you have any proper advice?
I didn't expect to see so many people from the Circle.
You look familiar.
Are you from the Circle?
I hope I don't disappoint anyone.
I am confident in my skills.
How do you know me?
Yes, I know all about that.
I found it terrifying, to be honest.
Welcome, young man.
Indeed, the Circle makes tranquil those with insufficient skill to become a mage.
We lose our emotions, but can still play a vital role in the Circle.
The brand is a minor price to pay.
I am pleased to serve as a merchant and artisan, and people do not fear me as they do mages.
I am one of the Tranquil, my friend.
I'm of the Circle of Magi, but instead of casting spells and reading tomes, I spend my time enchanting.
It is a time-consuming process, but invaluable.
Enchantment provides the Circle its wealth.
Certainly, we would not get by on charity.
Allow me to put it this way.
Do you know why those with magical talent are feared?
Those with magical talent attract demons and spirits.
We can be possessed easily, and thus become horrors known as abominations.
Even those with minor talents attract hungry spirits.
Anyone with the power may learn blood magic from these demons.
Hence we are considered dangerous.
This is our curse.
Thus, I was made tranquil.
Stripped of emotions and talent, I am no longer dangerous.
Our forehead is branded with magic, which stills our talent and mind.
The process is irreversible, as far as I am aware.
You might feel differently were you a mage.
It might seem such to you, but I feel no horror.
I am content to serve in my role.
Do you not recognize my brand, good mage?
I am one of the Tranquil.
Yes.
And you are a mage of the Circle.
You must be familiar with the Tranquil who serve there.
I create and oversee the enchantment of weapons and armor for the king's forces here at Ostagar.
Welcome, young woman.
Welcome, Grey Warden, and congratulations on your success.
You said you were made tranquil?
You speak very strangely.
Why is that?
Not entirely, no.
How is someone made tranquil?
Perhaps they should tranquil all mages, then.
It sounds like a horrid practice.
You're a Tranquil mage, aren't you?
Lucky dog.
You Grey Wardens get to ride with the king while I'm left with the drudgery of guarding this deserter.
They should have just hanged him.
Put his head on a pike as an example.
Maybe you could find me some ale?
This duty wouldn't be so bad if I was drunk.
Just don't give him nothing, and don't try lettin' him go.
I can't just let him go, can I?
The army will figure out what to do with him.
Probably just waiting for someone important to make a decision.
Then they'll hang him, I expect, and I can do something else.
Why does anyone want to desert? 'Cause he thinks he's going to die and he's a bloody coward, that's why.
Either that or he's been listening to a bunch of hogwash about how the darkspawn'll drag you off and eat you.
They say he was recruited before the war, up in Denerim.
Probably figured he'd never have to fight if he served the king, right?
Don't you have anything better to do?
Don't expect it was an enlightening conversation.
Sure.
You've got better things to do than speakin' to prisoners, I hope.
Did he, now?
Since nobody sends me nothing to feed him with, the only way he'll get that is if I give him <emp>mine</emp>.
So?
It's not up to me to make sure he gets fed.
All right, all right.
I guess the poor fella could stand to have one meal in his belly before he hangs.
Don't know why you care.
Mmm& 10 silver?  Well& feed him if you want to.
I had nothin' to do with it, though.
If anyone asks why he's burpin', I'm gonna say it was you, just so you know.
What a surprise.
Another innocent prisoner.
At any rate, it's not fer me to say.
He'll get his day to plead his case, or he won't.
It's all the same to me.
You got your food and water, now off with you.
What?!
What in Andraste's name did you do that for?
Just because yer a Grey Warden doesn't give you the right to go and kill anyone you please!
Explain yerself!
You'll have to explain yerself to <emp>someone</emp>.
Well, no skin off my teeth.
When they ask me why he's dead, that's what I'll tell them.
Well, maybe.
But I wonder if someone else'll disagree.
You got some nerve, Grey Warden or no.
Mmm.
I suppose you did, at that.
Fair enough.
Off you go.
You killed my only prisoner, so I think I'll take a nap.
Can I talk to him?
It seems a waste for you to guard him all day.
Why did he want to desert?
Who is this prisoner, exactly?
He asked for some food and water.
Then I guess I'll go.
So you miss one meal--this man could be hanged soon!
What if I buy it?
How's ten silver sound?
He claims he wasn't deserting.
I don't have to explain myself to you.
He spit on me.
He got what he deserved.
He lunged at me.
I had to defend myself.
Greetings.
You must be the third recruit we've heard about?
Ser Jory is my name.
I hail from Redcliffe, where I served as knight under the command of Arl Eamon.
You have the bearing of a man who knows how to fight.
If I may ask, were you a soldier before you came here?
Are you a nobleman?
I am honored to be in your company, my lord.
I... had heard mages joined but...
I had not... that is...
Yes, I...
I apologize.
I have always found magic unnerving.
I should be pleased that, in this case, it will be on our side.
I was not aware they permitted women to join the Grey Wardens.
None of those I've seen thus far have been.
You obviously impressed Duncan, and that's enough for me.
I wasn't aware dwarves could be Grey Wardens.
I've only seen a few of your folk in the castle, dealing with the smithy.
No.
Dwarves are fine warriors with experience fighting darkspawn.
Since the Grey Wardens protect human lands, I guessed a dwarf would not wish to join.
Obviously, I am wrong.
Of course.
My father was the castle smith, so I encountered dwarves through him.
I wasn't aware elves could join the Grey Wardens.
Those camped in the valley are all human.
No.
Clearly, the Grey Wardens pick their recruits on their merits.
I did not mean to offend you.
Clearly, your skills have impressed Duncan.
Just that in some places elves are not always permitted in the military.
I hope we're both lucky enough to eventually join the Wardens.
Is it not thrilling to be given that chance?
I would be lying if I said I wasn't.
As a boy, my mother told us darkspawn hunted down all children who misbehaved.
It is a foolish superstition, I know, but I still shiver when I think of fighting them.
I fought hard to get here.
Impressing Duncan was not easy.
Tell me, has anyone told you what this Joining ritual entails?
I never heard of such a ritual.
I had no idea there were more tests after getting recruited.
I suppose since you're finally here I'd best get back to Duncan.
I shall see you there.
That's not fair.
I listened to tales of the Grey Wardens and dreamt one day I too would ride a griffon into battle against slavering monsters.
I know there are no more griffons and my fantasies were those of a boy, but still...
I remember those tales.
I never thought I'd be a part of them.
We should see what Duncan wants us to do next, don't you think?
I am ready.
We need to find those documents and the darkspawn blood.
It should be... interesting.
We should go back to Duncan.
If we are fortunate, we've completed the Joining and all passed.
We still need the darkspawn blood, though I wonder about its purpose.
We should find those documents.
Although if they were so important, why leave them out here?
He has a seemingly impossible task, with a scarce handful of Grey Wardens, yet he does not complain or flinch from his duty.
Last month, Duncan visited Highever, and the bann held a tournament in his honor.
I won the grand melee.
It was hard to leave my wife.
We married only a year ago, and she is heavy with child now.
But...
Ferelden needs my blade, and I shall not falter.
I hail from Redcliffe, but Duncan recruited me in Highever, a city off the northern coast.
Have you traveled there?
I was in Arl Eamon's retinue when he attended King Maric's funeral.
It was in Highever that I met my Helena.
I was smitten.
She has the most beautiful eyes, my Helena.
For years, I found any excuse to return there.
We married a year ago.
Arl Eamon gave me leave to serve in Highever, but I was attempting to persuade Helena to come to Redcliffe with me.
At least, until I was recruited.
You've heard about me?
I am.
Who are you?
No, I've never been a soldier.
I was not a soldier, but my father did train me to fight.
I am a mage, not a soldier.
Mages aren't that frightening.
I'm not going to hurt you--without reason.
There's no need to cower, fool.
Is that a problem for you?
Perhaps they saved the best for last.
I am a mage.
I assume that means I'm qualified.
I can handle myself.
I am a warrior, just as you are.
Of course they can.
Why couldn't they be?
Do you have a problem with that?
Maybe they need to start letting fewer humans in.
Aren't you nervous about fighting darkspawn?
Yes, I'm looking forward to it.
I wouldn't be here if I had a choice in the matter.
Only that it's dangerous.
You're not all that smart, are you?
What do you think of Duncan?
How did the Grey Wardens find you?
Where are you from, Jory?
No, never.
I'm sorry, but the mages must not be interrupted.
The Fade is the realm of dreams and the land of the dead.
Or so the mages tell us.
Regardless, they are not to be disturbed.
Not even by Grey Wardens.
The mages must not be interrupted.
Their spirits are in the Fade.
I am not privy to such knowledge and, I suspect, neither are you.
Is it?
As a mage, you would know more of such matters than I do.
Perhaps they're scouting for darkspawn.
I don't know and don't ask.
The Fade?
I apologize.
I'll go elsewhere.
When will they return?
Isn't that dangerous?
What are they doing in the Fade?
Yes, what is it?
Ah, you are Duncan's new Grey Warden, I assume.
You impressed his majesty, nonetheless.
He could not contain his excitement over your meeting.
His majesty could not contain his excitement after your meeting.
How could I <emp>not</emp> hear about you?
Cailan's fascination with the Wardens goes beyond the ordinary.
Are you aware his father brought your order back to Ferelden?
Maric respected the Grey Wardens.
They have an honored place in the hearts of our people.
But Maric would have understood that it takes more than legends to win a battle.
That's not an argument I'll repeat here.
You have some experience to bring to the Wardens, do you?
You don't seem half as green as most of the men here.
I don't suppose you'll be riding into the thick of battle with the rest of your fellows, will you?
If Cailan has his way, you will.
You're pretty for a Grey Warden.
Don't let anyone tell you that you don't belong.
The first Warden Maric brought to Ferelden was a woman.
Best warrior I've ever seen.
I hear you're from the Circle of Magi.
The first enchanter spoke highly of you--a great achievement, for one so young.
You're no surface dwarf; I can see it in your eyes.
Smart of the Grey Wardens to look for new recruits in Orzammar.
I see you're a Dalish.
Maric knew a Dalish elf once; never saw an equal with the bow before or since.
You look familiar.
Have I seen you at the Landsmeet?
I'm not a Grey Warden yet.
How do you know that?
Yes I am.
Yes, I've heard that.
No, I didn't know that.
Heh... someone finally comes and talks to the lone prisoner?
I don't suppose you've come to sentence me.
I don't suppose you have a bit of kindness in you?
All I want is food and water.
They haven't fed me since I was locked up, and I'm starving.
I'm a deserter.
Or so they think.
I bet there's no arguing them out of it, though--armies are funny that way.
I wasn't deserting, but when you catch someone sneakin' around camp in the middle of the night, what else are you gonna think?
Does it matter?
All I want is a bit of food and water.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You're a funny one.
They won't listen to you, no matter what you think.
Not that I wouldn't mind you tryin'.
You're a good sort.
And it's not as if they're wrong.
I probably would've deserted later, just not when they caught me, is all.
Hope that doesn't spoil your opinion of me.
I'm still hungry enough to eat my shoe.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You're a funny one.
They wouldn't listen to some elf, unless you're volunteering to take my place in here.
Aww, that's sweet of you, dearie.
How about you marry me instead?
At least I could get a kiss before they hang me.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You're a funny one.
They wouldn't listen to some dwarf, no matter what you think.
Thanks for the laugh, though.
It's not that I wouldn't have, but I wasn't then.
Like I told you, they caught me stealing, not deserting.
I expect nobody thought of it with all the battles and such.
Because you might want something I don't need.
Them Circle wizards got a chest they keep things in, magical things... and I stole the key.
That's why I'm here.
I got one of them drunk, took his key, and tried to sneak to the chest.
They assumed I was deserting.
I can't use it from here, but I'd trade you for some food and water.
I swallowed it.
But it's... uhhhh... come back into my possession since then, so to speak.
Yeah, well, do you want the key or not?
What?!
But... you can't do that?!
Aaah!
Guard!!
I already told you, I'll give you the key to the mage's chest.
It might be worth something, you know.
Just ask my guard for his.
He's still got some dinner; I saw him put it in his coat.
Fine, then leave me here to wither away.
I doubt I'm that lucky.
No, they put someone like me in a cage until someone important has time to decide what to do with me.
So...?
Brought me some food, have you?
I'm so hungry I could faint dead away.
Well, that's a shame.
All I can think about is a single bread roll... mmmmmn... soft, fresh bread....
Much obliged.
You're a kind soul, you are!
May Andraste herself rain blessings upon you!
Much obliged.
May Andraste herself rain blessings upon you!
And... as I mentioned, here's the key.
Use it in good health, heh.
My belly thanks you.
At least if I'm hanged, I'll have a little weight on me.
No, I haven't.
Tell me why you're in there, first.
Did you desert?
Why haven't they fed you?
It matters to me, if your cause is just.
That's horrible!
Why haven't they fed you?
Why would I want to help you?
They didn't find the key when you were arrested?
That's disgusting!
Forget it.
I need to go.
And if I have?
You haven't been sentenced?
No, I haven't brought you anything.
I'll take that. <act>Kill him and take the key.</act>
Here's some food. <act>Give the food to the prisoner.</act>
Blast it, where did she go?
That suit better be patched up when she gets back, or by the Maker, I'll--
Ah, pardon my manners.
My troubles are no concern of yours, I'm sure.
I'm the quartermaster...
Did you come for supplies?
Maker be with you in the coming battle, friend.
Let me know what you'd like.
Arms and armor, for the most part.
It's for the king's men, but you Grey Wardens can buy what you need for a modest price.
I also have some... goods on the side I can provide.
Strictly off the record, of course.
To keep morale up, you understand.
So long as you keep it quiet.
I'm sure you have better things to do than run errands for me.
I can find her myself.
Hello again, is there something you need?
Some supplies, perhaps?
Can't say I have, no.
What kind of supplies do you have?
Let me see your "other goods."
Do you need help tracking this girl down?
Hello?
I'm sorry, is there something you needed?
Oh.
Then... all right.
I deliver messages around the camp.
You have a message for me?
Then what is--?
Oh, wait!
Are you the one I'm supposed to give Ser Garlen's sword to?
Because I think the smith's done with it.
I'm afraid I can't do that.
The teyrn specifically said not to disturb him for the rest of the day.
All right, then.
Fare you well.
I'm sorry, but I don't know who that is.
I'm here with the king's attendants, so I don't know everyone.
What a relief.
I thought I'd forgotten... wait!
You're one of those Grey Wardens, aren't you?
Why would you be here for Ser Garlen's sword?
You... you tried to trick me!
Do you have any idea how much trouble I'd be in if I gave Ser Garlen's sword away?
I should think so!
Just... just go away, you!
I'm sorry, but& I need some kind of proof from Ser Garlen before I hand it over.
All right, thank you.
Er...
I can't read, but...
I guess it's all right. 
I'm sorry.
I don't know what came over me, it's...
I mean, here you go.
Please take the sword to him.
And, err... who do I say I gave it to?
Yes, yes!
Of course!
Off I go!
You... you wouldn't dare!
You wouldn't!
Not a fellow elf!
But... please!
I'm begging you; don't do this!
They'll hang me either way!
I...
I give up.
You're very cruel.
Here is Ser Garlen's sword.
But what shall I tell them?
I... very well.
Oh, that's all right.
You... want to talk to me?
I'm not in trouble, am I?
That's a relief.
If you fall behind, you get the switch from the quartermaster!
Oh, I wish I were back at the palace.
There are far more places to hide.
I better go.
If the quartermaster sees me chatting, he'll think I'm being lazy and that'll be my hide.
But, it was nice talking to someone.
Are you the new Grey Warden recruit?
I was just walking by when I heard&
It must be exciting to be so important.
W-wait... you aren't here to tell me I'm in trouble, are you?
Hello again.
You need something now?
Oh, all right.
Nice to see you again!
Go away, you!
You're just going to get me in trouble!
Not from you.
<act>Lie</act> Yes, I do.
No, I need you to bring a message to Teyrn Loghain.
Then I should go.
Could you bring a message to Ser Alistair, then?
No, I need you to bring a message to Alistair.
Could you bring a message to Teyrn Loghain, then?
Yes, you're supposed to give the sword to me.
Oh, forget about it.
Are you questioning my word?!
I'll do that, then.
And what if I reported you as a deserter?
I have a note. <act>Hand him a piece of paper.</act>
Just begone, before I report you!
Not as much trouble as if I reported you as a deserter.
I'm a Warden with no reason to lie.
My father is the king of Orzammar.
Whom will they believe?
I'm a Warden and a noble.
Whom will they believe?
And a Warden, too, don't forget.
Fine.
Just go, then, before I change my mind.
Just give me the sword, and make up whatever story you like.
What do I care?
Just go, and forget you saw me.
That someone stole it.
That I killed you for stealing. <act>Kill him</act>
No, I just wanted to talk.
Not that I know of.
Just saying hello.
Today, two units of men arrived every hour, and they expect to double that tomorrow.
Still, the teyrn worries that may not be enough.
I heard they made you a Grey Warden.
Is that right?
Well, I guess that's a good thing.
Hail!
You're one of Duncan's new recruits, correct?
I can't let you through to the Korcari Wilds until he gives the word.
The Korcari Wilds is a dangerous place, more so now that it crawls with darkspawn.
They say the Great Blight began deep within its forests.
One of our scouting patrols has been gone for three days.
We're taking bets on who got them first: the darkspawn, or the witches of the Wilds.
Oh, sure.
There's an old legend in these parts about Flemeth, the apostate sorceress who conquered this area centuries ago.
She united the Chasind barbarians and invaded the farmlands.
That's when the great hero, Cormac, destroyed her army with his.
Took her head right off, so they say.
Her daughters survived and became the witches of the Wild.
Tales tell of them plaguing this area since.
Mostly superstitions--stealing babies and spoiling milk.
Only when it's dark and the wind is bad.
No doubt those patrols met some darkspawn...
That's enough for anyone to worry about.
At any rate, that's why Duncan doesn't want you wandering out without his say-so.
Be careful, there's more than darkspawn out there, you know.
I understand you're now a full Grey Warden.
It's an honor to greet you!
The witches of the Wilds?
And you think these witches exist?
Sorry, the main army camp is off limits for you right now.
Sorry, Grey Warden, but Duncan informed us that you're not to enter the main army camp for now.
You approach the tent of Teyrn Loghain.
State your business.
Very well.
He's inside, but...
I don't think it's my place to discuss his activities.
Don't be absurd!
He can't give an audience to everyone who walks up here, you know.
Oh.
I didn't know.
Hold on, I'll get him.
Hmmm.
I suppose you have a message for him.
Hold on, then...
I suppose... as long as we talk quietly.
He and the king have been arguing for days.
The teyrn's known the king since he was swaddled, so they don't stand on ceremony.
The teyrn speaks his mind, and the king yells right back.
Personally, I think the king should do what Teyrn Loghain tells him.
Without the teyrn, we wouldn't be doing as well here as we are.
How can you not know of Loghain?
He helped free Ferelden.
He was the brains behind King Maric's armies and drove out those damned Orlesians.
King Maric rewarded him by making him a teyrn.
Can you imagine?
A commoner became a high nobleman just like that.
Without Loghain, you can bet the king wouldn't be winning against these darkspawn.
Is the teyrn inside?
What is he doing?
I would like an audience with the teyrn, please.
I'm not just anyone.
My father is the king of Orzammar.
I'm not just anyone.
My father is... <emp>was</emp> Teyrn Cousland.
Surely you can tell me a little about him.
Tell me about Teyrn Loghain.
Greetings.
King Cailan is not in his tent right now.
I suppose I do, but it wouldn't be prudent to discuss the king's business with you.
I suppose I do, though he's spending most of his time with the Grey Wardens.
He rides with them wherever they go, in fact.
Teyrn Loghain sees the king whenever he can and argues with him over coming battles, but the king just waves him off.
The king wants to end the Blight with a single huge battle the bards will sing of for centuries.
Do you think that's possible?
I thought Grey Wardens knew all about the darkspawn.
The king thought it was funny the teyrn called him reckless.
And they fought about the queen.
She's the teyrn's daughter.
That's how the teyrn feels.
He'll do what the king wants in the end, though.
I believe he's with the Grey Wardens in camp, drinking.
He holds them in high regard, you know, as his father did.
Tell me about the king.
You must see him a lot.
The queen?
We'll see in the coming battle.
I have my doubts.
Do you know where the king is?
Hmmm.
This isn't good.
I'd hate to waste such a promising member of the breed.
Are you the new Warden?
I could use some help.
This is a mabari.
Smart breed, and strong.
His owner died in the last battle, and the poor hound swallowed darkspawn blood.
I have medicine that might help, but I need him muzzled first.
Nope.
Dogs and I don't get along.
You do it, if you're so eager.
Leave me out of it.
Let me know if you change your mind.
Otherwise, I'll have to put him down.
Centuries ago, a mage bred them to be smart and understand what they're told.
They can remember and carry out complex orders.
Most valuable dogs in the world.
Trouble is they generally imprint to one master; re-imprinting them is very difficult.
But without the medicine, re-imprinting won't be an issue.
Will you help?
We can try.
But first we need to muzzle and medicate him.
Go in the pen and let him smell you.
We'll know right away if he'll respond.
Let's hope this works.
I would really hate to have to put him down.
You're a Grey Warden, or soon will be.
All Wardens are immune to the darkspawn taint.
It's not what you know so much as what you are, really.
This beast is in the king's service, just like you and I.
Back again?
Have you changed your mind?
If you're going to put the dog down, just do it.
I don't like to see him suffer.
I gave you the muzzle.
Go in and see if you can calm or subdue the dog, then you'll be able to put it on him.
Well done!
Now I can treat the dog properly--poor fellow.
Come to think of it, are you heading into the Wilds any time soon?
There's a particular herb I could use to improve the dog's chances.
It's a flower that grows in the swamps here, if I remember.
If you happen across it, I could use it.
It's very distinctive: all white with a blood-red center.
It usually grows in dead wood that collects at the edge of ground pools.
There should be plenty this time of year.
If he doesn't get it, chances are he'll need to be put down.
The Wilds are off-limits to non-soldiers.
And I have many other hounds under my care.
We're all busy.
As it is, if we can get this hound better, we can re-imprint him on someone.
Even you, if you like.
Very well, I'll do what I can, but I'm not optimistic.
Good.
In the meantime, I'll begin treating our poor friend.
The mabari is stable for now, but not improving.
Unless I get that herb I told you about, there's not much hope.
Of course, good luck to you.
I hope you do.
He probably won't survive without it.
It usually grows in dead wood that collects at the edge of ground pools.
It's very distinctive.
I haven't lost hope.
There's still time before the battle.
If he doesn't show improvement by then... well, we'll see.
Let me see... yes, that's exactly it, wonderful!
Give me a moment and I'll make this into an ointment.
He looks better already.
I'm sure he'd thank you himself, if he could.
A day, maybe two.
There's enough ointment for him to make a full recovery.
Why not come back after the battle?
Perhaps we can see about imprinting him on you.
You'd be surprised; it could be the other way around.
Mabari are supremely intelligent and they're excellent hunters and fighters.
Come back after the battle and just... take another look.
A mabari isn't just a dog.
He's at least as smart as your average palace guard.
But if you're not interested, you're not interested.
Maybe.
It's likely he understands you're responsible for curing him.
Mabari are at least as smart as your average tax collector.
The mabari's responding well.
As I said, come back after the battle's done.
He's bound to be livelier then.
Well, what's done is done.
The mabari's dead and probably spared a good deal of pain.
What's the problem?
Maybe you can help him, Alistair.
No, I'm not interested.
I should go.
Just how smart is this dog?
Could he be imprinted to me?
I'll give it a shot.
Why do you think I could muzzle him?
I don't know anything about dogs.
Why would I help you?
Is there a way to help him, instead?
I just came from the swamp as part of my tests.
I'm going there now, in fact.
I might be.
Why?
Where in the Wilds would I find this flower?
Will the dog be all right without it?
Why don't you get it yourself?
Do you think I have nothing better to do?
I can't help you.
I'll see if I can find one.
I'll see if I can find it.
Where in the Wilds can I find this flower?
You should put the dog out of its misery.
Is this the flower you're looking for?
How long before there's an improvement?
I'm not sure I'd have time to care for him.
I'm not interested in a dog.
You think that's possible?
You... you're Grey Wardens, aren't you?!
The tower... it's been taken!
What are you talking about, man?
Taken how?
The darkspawn came up through the lower chambers!
They're everywhere!
Most of our men are dead!
Then we have to get to the beacon and light it ourselves!
Who... is that?
Grey...
Wardens...?
Well, he's not half as dead as he looks, is he?
My scouting band was attacked by darkspawn!
They came out of the ground& Please, help me!
I've got to& return to camp&
"We don't have time?" What, you have an urgent meeting somewhere?
You're doing the Joining, not me.
So, I have time to bandage injured strangers.
I'll do just that.
It'll just take a second.
Does the word "insane" mean anything to you?
Remind me not to get injured anywhere near you.
Thank you! <desc>Groans</desc> I...
I've got to get out of here!
If you just... bandage me up, I... can get back myself.
We don't have time for this.
Let's go.
We have work to do, and this isn't it.
Fine, if you want to help him, be quick about it.
He's already dead.
See? <act>Kill the soldier.</act>
Shut up and do what I say.
I prefer the term "ruthless," myself.
I said we don't have time for this.
Let's try to bandage him up, at least.
We can take you back.
Off you go; off you go.
Try to avoid falling into any mud pits.
Things are coming to a head fairly quickly, aren't they?
Are you ready?
The last Grey Wardens in Ferelden... so much is expected from you.
It hardly seems fair, either to you, or to Alistair.
I'm not talking just about Loghain, but about the Blight.
The archdemon.
You will have to face him.
I hope so.
We need to overthrow Loghain.
I don't know, there's still so much to do.
I look at you sometimes, and you are so young.
You face death every day, you know you are unlikely to live long... does it frighten you?
It's only natural.
To tell the truth, I do not know if I could do what you do.
The first Blight in four hundred years and here you are, the fulcrum on which it all turns.
Whatever happens, you will become legend.
And if we should prevail, even if you die, you will live on in the memories of those you sacrificed everything for.
And perhaps one day they will forget, but it will not erase what you did.
Every new day that they see, will be because of you.
And nothing in this world will ever make that untrue.
No, a quiet death is not for you.
Your passing will be glorious, you will blaze like a falling star lighting up the night sky.
Hardly.
And you sacrifice, that others may live.
Yes...
Constantly.
That's all I could ask for.
They will not remember.
As it should be.
I fear only an ignominious death.
You're mocking me.
Well, not entirely like that.
I would gladly give my life for others.
A Grey Warden through and through.
Selfless to the last, devoted to those you protect.
I am honored to have served with you.
I will do what I have to, because it is my duty.
I was hoping for gold and jewels for my service.
This is going to go to my head, you know.
And perhaps you will receive those, if you survive.
But you will find that taking joy in what you do is the best reward of all.
I see you've kept your sense of humor through all this.
It will serve you well, in the coming days.
King Cailan
<emp>Find three vials of darkspawn blood</emp>
Duncan has asked Alistair to lead you, Ser Jory, and Daveth into the Korcari Wilds to find stray darkspawn and collect three vials of their blood.
This blood will be used in the secretive Joining ritual.
<emp>Find three vials of darkspawn blood</emp>
You have successfully obtained three vials of darkspawn blood.
Once you find the Grey Warden treaties, you can return to Duncan.
You have successfully obtained three vials of darkspawn blood.
Tainted Blood
<emp>Recover the treaties from the Grey Warden cache</emp>
As a second task for the Joining ritual, Duncan has asked Alistair to find a ruined Grey Warden outpost in the Wilds.
Supposedly, it contains a cache of old and important treaties that need to be recovered.
The Grey Wardens' Cache
<emp>Return to Duncan when you obtain the necessary darkspawn blood</emp>
You have recovered the treaties.
You should return to Duncan once you have acquired enough darkspawn blood.
You have recovered the Grey Warden treaties.
<emp>Find the Grey Warden, Alistair</emp>
You have arrived at the king's camp, just outside the Korcari Wilds in the ruin known as Ostagar.
Duncan has told you that when you are ready to begin the Joining, you should seek out the Grey Warden named Alistair somewhere in camp.
You found and spoke to the Grey Warden, Alistair, as Duncan had requested.
Joining the Grey Wardens
<emp>Join Duncan at the strategy meeting</emp>
You have survived the Joining and are now a Grey Warden!
When you are ready, join Duncan at the strategy meeting.
Apparently, the king wishes to meet with you again.
You attended King Cailan's strategy meeting, where the upcoming battle was discussed.
After the Joining
<emp>Light the beacon at the top of the Tower of Ishal</emp>
King Cailan has asked you and Alistair to light the beacon to signal when the darkspawn horde have committed themselves to the battle.
Teyrn Loghain's men will then charge the horde's flank.
You lit the beacon as you were told to, but the reinforcements did not come.
The Grey Wardens and the king were overwhelmed and slaughtered.
<emp>Help the hungry prisoner</emp>
The prisoner at the king's camp has begged you for some food.
The Hungry Deserter
You waited until night had fallen and used the prisoner's key to open the mages' chest.
Inside, you found a number of useful items.
You acquired a key from the prisoner, presumably for one of the chests in the Circle of Magi part of the King's Camp.
The chest will very likely only be reachable when the Tranquil are not present, such as when they're gone for the evening.
<emp>Kill the sick mabari hound</emp>
The kennel master at the king's camp has a mabari, a hound bred for intelligence and combat ability.
It has been poisoned by darkspawn blood.
You have offered to put the hound out of his misery.
<emp>Gather the strange flower from the Wilds</emp>
The kennel master at the king's camp has a mabari, a hound bred for intelligence and combat ability.
It has been poisoned by darkspawn blood.
You have muzzled the hound, but the kennel master needs a flower that grows in the Wilds to treat him properly.
The flower is white with a red center.
The mabari hound has been treated with the flower you found, and will recover within a day or two.
You put the sick mabari out of his misery.
The Mabari Hound
<emp>Talk to Valendrian and Duncan</emp>
You have taken a sizable bribe from Vaughan and left the women to "entertain" him and his men.
You can inform Duncan and Valendrian that they'll all be back home some time tomorrow.
A Day For Celebration
You're quite taken with each other, aren't you?
You know about Alistair and me?
You know about Leliana and me?
You know about Zevran and me?
You know about Morrigan and me?
It's hard not to notice the doe-eyed looks he gives you, especially when he thinks no one's watching.
It's almost too sweet for my tastes, and I'm an old lady who should be making lace hearts and fuzzy blankets with animal motifs.
I've seen the way she looks at you, the familiarity with which you speak, how she always finds a way to place herself next to you.
I almost wish I didn't.
Half of us aren't getting any sleep, the way you two carry on all night.
You're not like the average old lady.
So what were you going to say about us?
Yes, quite.
It's just for fun.
I don't see how this concerns you.
Well, she's hardly discreet.
The way she looks at you, it's as though she's completely forgotten there's anything of you above the waist.
No, I won't be making socks with pom-poms for you anytime soon, but that's hardly my point.
I've noticed your blossoming relationship, and I wanted to ask you where you thought it was going.
Alistair is a fine lad, skilled in battle, but quite inexperienced when it comes to affairs of the heart.
I would hate to see him get hurt.
Not intentionally, no.
But there is great potential for tragedy here, for one or both of you.
You are both Grey Wardens, and he is the son of a king.
You have responsibilities which supercede your personal desires.
That may be true, but he is still a Grey Warden.
Love is ultimately selfish.
It demands that one be devoted to a single person, who may fully occupy one's mind and heart, to the exclusion of all else.
A Grey Warden cannot afford to be selfish.
You may be forced to make a choice between saving your love and saving everyone else, and then what would you do?
You may have to, to save one or both of you unnecessary anguish later on.
I am worried about you both.
There is great potential for tragedy here.
Leliana is a remarkable girl, sincere and guileless, and she has opened her heart to you.
I would not like to see her hurt.
It seems he only ever has one thing on his mind.
I question the wisdom of a Grey Warden being involved in such an affair.
She is a cunning woman, a maleficar.
She will use you for her own ends.
Are you saying I might hurt Alistair?
Alistair doesn't want to be king.
You're making things sound more dire than they are.
I don't want to have to make that choice.
What am I supposed to do, tell Alistair to go away?
What am I supposed to do, tell Leliana to go away?
What am I supposed to do, tell Zevran to go away?
What am I supposed to do, tell Morrigan to go away?
I'm a human being with emotions, not just a Grey Warden.
I can handle my responsibilities and my relationships.
What about me?
Not worried about me getting hurt?
We're just taking it one day at a time.
I don't appreciate your scrutiny.
Maybe you should go make a fuzzy blanket and leave us alone.
Arl of Denerim's Estate - Exterior
Elven Alienage
Nothing is certain, not in these times.
You cannot take anything for granted.
I want you to be aware of this.
I apologize if I've offended, I was just trying to point out why this affair may be a bad idea.
Are you trying to get me to end this?
I'll consider what you have said.
Alistair and I can handle whatever comes our way.
Leliana and I can handle whatever comes our way.
Zevran and I can handle whatever comes our way.
Morrigan and I can handle whatever comes our way.
I'm old enough to think for myself, thank you very much!
Keep your nose out of this.
Point something out to someone else, because I'm sick of it.
I'm not giving up what we have, no matter what you say.
Alarith's Store
I am just trying to minimize the suffering that may come to either of you.
I have given my advice.
Do with it what you will.
Obviously not, if you think that this... fling of yours is going to endure.
I know more about love's enchantment and its perils than I care to tell, but perhaps this is one lesson that cannot be taught.
You are a Grey Warden.
You have responsibilities which supercede your personal desires.
Which is why I worry.
You are a Grey Warden.
You have responsibilities and I fear you will neglect them.
I am telling you what I see, and what my instincts tell me.
And even if the feelings you share are genuine, this affair may not be the best thing for either of you.
What do you know of love?
You've never left the Circle.
So I should inflict pain now to avoid it later?
Great logic.
I know what's best for us, not you.
Can't you just shut up about responsibility for a second?
I'd never hurt Leliana.
Zevran is special, and I have fun with him.
Being a Grey Warden is hard.
I need to be myself sometimes.
You don't know her.
It's not your right to judge.
Everyone has responsibility.
As a Grey Warden, you have more than most.
If talk about responsibilities bothers you, then you are too much of a child to be in any sort of intimate relationship.
But you are a Grey Warden.
The title is not a coat that you cast aside at the end of the day.
It should inform your every action, your every decision. 
Tower of Ishal - First Floor
The way you are acting now... it is not fitting of a Grey Warden.
Why do you care so much anyway?
I'm going to keep Zev around, no matter what you say.
I disagree.
I can be a Grey Warden and be with Zevran.
There's more to us than that.
No, I trust Morrigan.
She can certainly try, but she will fail.
She does do that, doesn't she?
I like being with Leliana.
That's part of her charm.
That's... uh, kind of you, I suppose.
Anyway...
Oh, sweet Maker!
Is a little decorum too much to ask?
Moving along now...
We'll try to keep it down next time.
Uh.
Sorry.
There is a lot more of me below the waist.
Sorry.
Well, it's true.
Ha-ha!
It's so easy to get to you.
Redcliffe
Kaitlyn's Home - Main Floor
Blacksmith's Store
Village Chantry
House
I have watched you for a time and... perhaps I was wrong.
There seems to be something special between the two of you.
He seems less guarded when in your company, allows himself to relax.
And he seems genuinely happy.
I think I was too harsh in my judgment before, and I am sorry.
What you have may not last forever; death and duty may part you, but love's worthiness is not diminished because of that.
I should have seen this before.
Instead, you learn to cherish every precious moment that you spend together, knowing that it may be the last.
And for those of us watching... well, it brings warmth to these old bones to know that something so beautiful can be found in the midst of chaos and strife.
I think she feels she's truly found her place with you, that after all her wanderings, she's finally home.
His demeanor changes when he's with you.
There is a tenderness to his gaze I'd never seen till now.
Perhaps he just allowed you to see it.
It doesn't happen often but I see her smile to herself, sometimes, when she watches you.
Have you changed your mind about Alistair and me?
Well, I am happy with him.
Apology accepted.
You wanted the best for both of us.
You had better be sorry.
I was deeply insulted.
Are you trying to apologize for what you said?
See, you were wrong about us.
But I've seen it from the start.
Does she?
Aww, how sweet.
I have to tease her now.
Have you changed your mind about Leliana and me?
Have you changed your mind about Zevran and me?
Have you changed your mind about Morrigan and me?
Redcliffe Castle
West Brecilian Forest
Smithy
Arl of Denerim's Estate - Interior
I will never be able to repay you for what you've done for me.
I wasn't obsessing.
It was you who asked me if I had any regrets.
Still, it's a good thing you decided to seek Aneirin out.
Finding Aneirin allowed me to bring that chapter of my life to a close.
I feel free... a great weight has been lifted off my heart.
This moment... it feels like the moment before the sunrise, when all the world is still, holding its breath waiting for first light...
Redcliffe Castle - Main Floor
Redcliffe Castle - Basement
Elven Ruins
Ruins Upper Level
Dust Town
Dust Town Home
Orzammar Diamond Quarter
Chamber of the Assembly
Harrowmont's Estate
Orzammar Shaperate
Orzammar Proving
Orzammar Prison
Deep Roads Outskirts
The Village of Haven
The Gauntlet
Frostback Mountain Pass
The Pearl
Wonders of Thedas
Tower of Ishal - Second Floor
Tower of Ishal - Third Floor
Tower of Ishal - Upper Floor
Apprentice Quarters
Mage Tower - Basement
Figor's Imports
Tevinter Warehouse
Run-Down Apartments
Orzammar Hall of Heroes
Deep in the Wilds
Hut
Arl of Denerim's Estate - Dungeon
Fort Drakon - Main Floor
Fort Drakon - Second Floor
Fort Drakon - Roof
The Fade
Beraht's Shop
Senior Mage Quarters
Great Hall
Templar Quarters
Palace District
Denerim - City Gates
Denerim - Elven Alienage
That is some consolation at least.
Just remember to be wary.
What do you want to have done?
I am not champion of the Provings.
I am champion of the Provings.
I was not understanding of Trian.
I was understanding of Trian
I am not plotting to kill Trian.
I am plotting to kill Trian.
I am honored to serve you, your Highness.
My Lord Aeducan!
Nothing here rivals your amazing Aeducan armor, but if you wish something made...
You know very well House Aeducan has its own royal armorers.
Of course.
Forgive me.
Your highness's legendary prowess is matched only by your kindness.
You honor me, your Highness.
I buy only the finest iron ore, and personally oversee the armor's crafting by the most skillful of the Smith Caste.
Yes, my lord!
Yes, my lady!
Perhaps we should move on.
Of course.
The honor was all mine.
My Lady Aeducan!
Let's leave, Gorim.
Come, Gorim.
Let's leave.
Tell me about the armor you make.
All right.
Stop speaking now.
Well, I'm bored. 
Fascinating.
Thank you.
Tell me about your pieces.
My Lord Aeducan, might I bother you for a moment?
I see.
Very well then.
Good day.
Of course.
I shall await your pleasure. 
It looks as if the heads of House Bemot and Meino are keeping your father busy.
Which leaves you plenty of time for our dear old friend, Lord Dace. 
You're a credit to your caste, Ser Gorim.
I've always said so.
If I had a daughter, I'd give her to you and make you the noble you deserve to be.
You honor me, my lord.
What?
I would never do such a thing!
First let me congratulate you on your commission.
Two of King Endrin's children now commissioned war-leaders.
It does great honor to your house.
There is a vote coming before the Assembly next week, and a word from you could go a long way towards helping our cause.
Well, you do cut to the point, don't you?
You will be quite a shock if you ever join the Assembly.
We are so fond of our double-speak...
I have no desire to obligate you or force your hand.
I propose a mutually beneficial arrangement.
The vote concerns the status of the so-called surface caste.
Lost to the Stone, air-touched, and so forth.
Centuries ago, narrow-minded men declared that any dwarf who left to live on the surface forfeited his caste, and his house if noble.
That he was, in essence, no longer a dwarf.
I seek only to remedy an injustice, to retie the bonds of anyone who can trace himself to one of the noble houses, wherever he may live.
Please, agree to speak for this noble cause.
Those on the surface are our lifeline.
They facilitate trade with the surface.
They're honorable and... um...
<desc>Sigh</desc> Let's be honest.
I don't care a whit for those who have wandered from the Stone.
My wife, however, is a gem of a different color.
She has a cousin, a useless sort, but she is quite fond of him.
He joined a speculative venture to the surface, hoping to make his fortune, and went bust.
Now he wishes to come home, but he cannot, for he has no house and would be casteless.
For my wife's sake, I take up his cause.
Will you lend me your voice?
I am quite disappointed in your lack of sympathy.
Good day to you.
I keep my ears to the Stone, my lord.
I hear many things, some of which could be a great help during your mission tomorrow.
A little forewarning to help your forearming, if you know what I mean.
Saving for a run for the Assembly?
Never mind.
If hard currency is what you wish, hard currency is what you will have.
How does a hundred sovereigns sound? 
When your father presents you to the noble houses, I will ask for your opinion on the matter.
You have merely to say that you feel our surface brothers should be returned their noble rights.
What could be more simple?
I keep my ears to the Stone, my lady.
Oh, I would never ask a favor with nothing given in return.
Will you at least hear me out?
Um, yes.
Of course.
Straight to the point, as always.
All I ask is an open mind.
And of course, I do not presume to ask for something with nothing given in return.
Ha.
No, I surely did not. 
Let us just pretend we spent another ten minutes wishing good things on each other's houses, yes?
Of course, I didn't stop you just to express my loyal affections...
<desc>Laughs</desc> You're a clever one, always have been.
That's why I'm hoping for your help...
Many thanks for your willingness to hear me out, my lord.
Many thanks for your willingness to hear me out, my lady.
My Lady Aeducan, might I bother you for a moment?
You've returned.
Might you have time to talk now?
Well, when you do...
You return.
Could it be you've changed your mind?
Then please, leave me be.
Excellent.
You have my thanks.
I can't tell you how pleased I am for you.
Congratulations again.
And what senile prattle did she have to share?
That's no surprise.
She's been losing her grip on the world.
I shan't keep you.
I'm sure many are vying for your attention tonight.
Of course she did.
She's a jealous, scheming wretch.
She has sought revenge since I thwarted her plan to use orphan children as forced labor for her house.
Don't let her distract you.
You return.
Were my instructions unclear?
Good, good.
Enjoy your night, then.
Well that's good.
Excuse me, then.
I see.
Some preposterous story, I'm sure.
I suppose it could.
I mean, well, it's the spirit of the law that's important, right?
Our poor disenfranchised surface brothers...
Bah!
Well played, your Highness.
Welcome to Assembly politics.
You haven't made a friend here today.
You've won.
Don't be stupid about it.
You forget who you're speaking to.
This is the guest of honor and child of the first house of Orzammar.
For now.
We shall see what the future holds.
Trian's grasp on the throne is in no way certain and much can happen before then.
Now, let me be.
Lords, ladies!
Our Lord Aeducan has challenged the honor of Lord Dace! 
What's this?
My son is already testing his reach?
Fantastic.
I thought tonight would be all talk and drink!
My lord, are you sure you wish to do this?
You realize that it is Lord Dace's son Mandar, a formidable duelist, who will defend the honor of House Dace in a Proving?
Then you wish to recount your challenge?
I accept.
Next time mind your place, whelp.
Better luck next time!
Very well.
There is to be a Proving, then.
Let the ancestors judge who has the right of their cause!
To the Proving Grounds!
Three-time champion of the Great Provings, much decorated, and heir to House Dace.
My lady, are you sure you wish to do this? 
What's this?
My little girl is already sharpening her claws?
Lords, ladies!
Our Lady Aeducan has challenged the honor of Lord Dace!
What would that do besides get you cast into the Deep Roads or put down like a beast?
Are you upset about something?
I suppose you're proud of yourself?
Do you have even the slightest idea who you're talking to? 
Why you...
I will remember this insult.
Good day.
Watch your back, Aeducan.
You have not made a friend here today.
That is the way the games of the Assembly are played.
Next time I will think more of you.
If you'll excuse me, my lord.
If you'll excuse me, my lady.
I was warned you had a clever turn of mind.
Next time perhaps we shall scheme together. 
That was well spoken.
Blunt as ever, hmm?
Very well, then.
Here is the information I promised.
There is a plot against your life.
Something to do with tomorrow's battle.
Look to your own house, my friend.
This plot is one of Aeducan design.
Now, I must be off to prepare for tomorrow.
Do excuse me.
Here is a note of credit for the hundred sovereigns.
The chamberlain at my estates will pay you after the battle tomorrow.
I sincerely hope not.
After all, you were only standing up for what you thought was right.
You're most certainly welcome. 
So few young people will stand up for what they believe in.
I am sorry, but I cannot spare the time.
Can this wait until later?
Gorim, how much time do I have?
He's mocking you, Gorim.
You would.
You did.
We're leaving.
Get to the point.
Is this going to be a bribe or blackmail?
Why so interested in this particular cause?
I'm afraid I can't help you.
I told you already, these are not men.
I will not help them.
What do I get in return?
I'm going to pass.
I want hard currency, not rumors.
Not interested. 
Sounds good.
What can I do?
You have a deal.
What do I do?
What do you need me to do?
Dwarves who travel to the surface are no longer dwarves. 
Of course.
It's the right thing to do.
You know I don't do favors, Lord Dace. 
The answer is no.
I don't play politics.
I said no, Lord Dace.
Talk.
Very well, but I promise nothing.
What cause?
You didn't stop me to exchange pleasantries.
Thank you, Lord Dace. 
I know, I just can't resist teasing him.
I apologize.
I just can't talk politics right now.
All right, go ahead.
Let's make this fast.
What can I do for you?
My ears are yours, Lord Dace.
Of course, Lord Dace. 
No, I'm sorry.
I have.
I'll help.
Lady Helmi approached me.
Nothing worth mentioning.
I have no idea, but she was upset.
She said you were playing me false.
No, everything's fine.
I've spoken to Lady Helmi.
Nothing particularly interesting.
She said enough.
No, of course not. 
Your plan would have forced my house to pay surface debts.
Goodbye. 
Not so fast.
Your schemes are an insult to House Aeducan.
Perhaps I acted rashly.
Yes. 
No, I'll fight.
Gorim, what do you know of this Mandar?
Bring him on.
I was counting on it.
Fine.
Go.
Get out of my sight.
She said my house would suffer from your plan.
I should kill you where you stand.
Never mind.
You're not worth it.
You're lucky I didn't just kill you.
Go be self-righteous somewhere else, I'm busy.
Are you the court jester?
An old man.
One who needs to be leaving.
I have no time for this.
You underestimated me.
What about your part of the deal?
Am I going to regret helping you?
You're here!
I thought the darkspawn had got you for sure.
Apologies, Commander.
There's not a ton of formality down here in the Deep Roads.
We want the tunnel ahead, but there are darkspawn tracks all over it.
Be careful.
I'm with you.
Well, abandoned isn't vacant, apparently.
Still, two months ago, we couldn't get within a mile of this place.
I'll follow your lead, Commander.
I haven't ventured more than a hundred yards ahead for fear of alerting other darkspawn.
That's all you can hope for down here.
Then I'll make sure I'm behind you if we're swarmed.
I'm right behind you.
Is that how you address your commander?
Let's get moving, then.
I thought these tunnels were mostly abandoned.
Have you seen the thaig door yet?
Enough small talk.
We got lucky.
I'm not that easy to kill.
Greetings, my Lord Aeducan.
Of course. 
Not as such, but your father never misses a chance to boast of your skill and bravery.
He says you may be the most skilled warrior in all of House Aeducan.
Ha!
Yes, he mentioned your humble nature as well.
We need more Grey Wardens like you.
And quickly.
Even as the darkspawn weaken here in Orzammar, they are stirring on the surface.
A Blight has begun.
Soon the fight must go beyond the Deep Roads, lest the darkspawn threaten all the world.
You know of our dedication to destroying the darkspawn, our frontline presence during a Blight.
What else would you know?
I wish you luck in the Deep Roads tomorrow.
Show the darkspawn the might of your people.
I'm afraid not.
Grey Wardens go where they are needed most.
Right now that on the surface at the ruins of Ostagar, where the human king gathers his armies to face the Blight.
Truly?
Then I will speak to your father after tomorrow's battle.
I have my doubts he will relent, but there is always hope.
Until then, good luck to you.
Show the darkspawn what your people are made of.
Being a Grey Warden means abandoning all ties to your old life.
It means dedicating yourself to destroying the darkspawn.
Over the centuries, many dwarves have made names for themselves in our order.
These days, however, there are fewer dwarves and thus even fewer dwarven Grey Wardens.
A pity, since dwarven warriors have the most experience fighting darkspawn.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Alas, I do not think he would take kindly to that suggestion.
As the child of the king and heir after Lord Trian, your place is here.
No one is safe from a Blight.
If the darkspawn overrun the surface lands they will return in even greater numbers.
Orzammar would perish along with the rest.
None of our lands is truly self-sufficient.
Your humility aside, I have no doubt you will be a fighter of great renown.
Your response speaks of maturity beyond your years.
I have no doubt it is deserved.
He says you may be the quickest fighter in all of House Aeducan.
I have had the opportunity to recently meet with your father.
He speaks highly of you. 
Greetings, my Lady Aeducan.
Hello again.
Do you have a moment now?
Good luck to you tomorrow.
If you'll excuse me.
At last?
Have you been waiting for me?
There is no may about it, I am the best.
I do not know as much as I should about the Grey Wardens.
Nothing.
I shall take my leave of you.
Could I join the Grey Wardens and still stay in Orzammar?
I wish I could join you.
What does joining entail?
Are there many of my people in the Grey Wardens?
I wonder if Father would allow me to join you.
Yes.
I belong with my father and brothers.
I would like nothing more than to be a Grey Warden.
My father exaggerates. 
We shall see what happens tomorrow.
My father does me great honor.
The honor is mine, Warden.
Frandlin Ivo is my pick for the easy win!
I wonder if Ser Blackstone will make an appearance?
I hear there's a woman fighting today!
It should be quite the show!
All are equal in the Proving ring!
Let's see some blood!
You made it, Commander.
Did you run afoul of any darkspawn?
Well, thank the Stone you got through.
Once I finished scouting the tunnels, I hid here to avoid the darkspawn.
Most tunnels are dead ends.  The one we want is swarming with those fiends.
It's going to be a fight.
As you say.
Onward, then.
I was, indeed. 
I saw you fight.
It was impressive.
May today's battles bring us even more glory.
I'll take rear guard.
Shall we move?
You fought well.
On another day, it would've been me on the ground.
Would that I had been good enough to beat you.
Your gift of the helm was amazingly generous.
I will treasure it always.
Still, that was more than we expected.
We didn't expect any activity in these tunnels at all.
We should hurry.
Did you hear that?
It could be more of those mercenaries.
Or darkspawn reinforcements.
Either way, we should be careful.
They were everywhere!
Monstrous things!
We're wasting time.
Let's move.
We are warriors.
Nothing stands in our way.
Let's be cautious, then.
Weren't you at the Proving yesterday?
A few.
They weren't organized.
Nothing we couldn't handle.
My lord?
As you will.
Yes.
I yearn to face the darkspawn and prove my worth as your second.
Of course.
I am here to serve.
Ha!
I'll do my best. 
May the Stone support us, and the ancestors look down with pride.
Not much that you don't already know.
My father's father was a great hero of the Deep Roads excursions and raised the family to the top of the Warrior Caste.
He was even nominated to join the Assembly and found a noble house, but the honor was in the nomination; he wasn't afforded a single vote.
My father served your father for many years, and now I serve you.
My lady?
You never know who is listening, my lady.
It's safer this way.
Why did you take that scholar's money?
You don't need it.
Of course.
How can I serve, then?
What did you think of the Grey Warden?
You've always been a good judge of character.
Ha!
My thoughts exactly.
I suppose the life of a Grey Warden doesn't offer many opportunities for social graces.
True enough.
We have fought darkspawn since time unremembered, and we'll keep doing so.
I don't know that I trust Lord Dace.
Your father has allowed the merchants to show their wares in the Diamond Quarter during these celebrations.
You sure you want to go to the feast now?
I doubt we can escape to see the Provings once we're inside.
A great many nobles will want your ear today.
If we're going to have some fun, we should go to the Provings now.
If that's the way you want it.
Duty, it is.
I can't wait to see who's fighting today.
The raid tomorrow must be more than a standard mission.
The Wardens only go where the darkspawn are the greatest threat.
Look, the Grey Wardens are here!
Are you excited about the battle tomorrow?
Remember, it is my glory we go to win.
Just try not to embarrass me.
We'll be spectacular.
You'll do fine.
Tell me about your family, Gorim.
Must you always be so formal?
It's not your place to question me.
It's the power that's important, not the money.
It amused me.
It helps to be known as unpredictable.
He's a good man and a strong warrior.
I liked him... for a human.
He seemed distant.
I'm not a fan of outsiders, Warden or not.
I agree.
I'll be careful.
You worry too much.
What do you mean, escape?
Fun can wait.
Duty calls.
Off to the Provings, then.
I'm not interested in the Provings.
You're right.
Let's go see the Provings first. 
May House Aeducan grow in strength and power.
Trian and his men will clear the way for the Grey Wardens to descend into the easternmost caverns.
Those caverns are still infested by the worst of the darkspawn.
We cannot risk our own troops in there.
Understood, Lord Harrowmont.
We should be able to sense the darkspawn and avoid them once the way is open.
May the Paragons favor you, and the Stone catch you if you fall.
Come, men, glory awaits!
Bhelen, you and your men will second the king, clearing the main road.
Don't you think it looks a little... cowardly to allow these humans to take our place where the fighting is thickest?
Are you questioning the battle plan?
Of course not.
I'm sure your caution is for the glory of us all.
Enough, Bhelen.
Take your men and make ready.
Harrowmont and I need to have words with your sibling.
Good luck, my brother.
Your father has a special mission for you.
In the eastern Deep Roads, there is a secret door carved into the stone.
The door leads to a thaig abandoned long ago by your ancestors.
The darkspawn have made it impossible to reach.
My father believed that the shield of the Paragon Aeducan remains in that thaig, under the stones of the central room.
Reclaim the shield, and glory will be yours!
We've sent two scouts ahead to make sure the tunnels are cleared, but be careful.
One of the scouts will meet you at the first crossroads you come to; the second will be further in.
When you get to the door, use your signet ring to open it.
Questions?
The crossroads where you meet the first scout will be the rendezvous point.
There, you can present the shield to the lords and demonstrate the strength of Aeducan!
May the ancestors watch over you, my child.
My father's writings speak only of the shield.
There may be countless other treasures, but only the shield matters.
As always, Gorim will accompany you, and we've sent scouts ahead.
Good luck, my sister.
To glory!
Where do we go from there?
No.
I'll be back shortly.
Meet the scouts, find the door, grab the shield.
Got it.
The Shield of Aeducan would be quite the find.
What else is in the thaig?
I'm supposed to do this alone?
Your mother would melt the Stone if she knew what you just did.
Do not mock me, boy.
Lord Dace is playing you false.
Go ahead, be his puppet.
Your first command will be marked by every major house turning their back on you.
Idiot child.
Don't say you weren't warned.
If you are to play in the games of the Assembly, make sure you know the motivations of the players.
Last spring, a guild from the Merchant caste invested heavily in an expedition with a guild from the surface.
Lord Dace backed the merchant guild, pouring a great deal of money into the venture.
The expedition was a disaster.
The surface guild has no way to repay the investment.
But it does have several leading members who are descended from noble houses.
House Helmi, Bemot...
Aeducan.
Let me spell it out for you.
If Lord Dace returns the noble connections to those on the surface, those houses would then be financially tied to his disaster.
Your house and mine would be forced to pay the surfacers' kin debts.
It would be a great victory for Lord Dace.
The surface caste gave up their noble ties willingly, generations ago.
Will you humiliate your house and your father, for them?
Well, don't think too long.
Do what you will, then.
It's your honor that hangs in the balance.
Just so, my clever friend.
Smile and nod, and when he asks his question, tell him that the so-called surface caste are right where they belong.
That should take Lord Dace down a peg or two.
You give up the initiative, but... do as you must.
Good.
Your house's reputation hangs in the balance.
You're welcome.
Remember this when my house needs your assistance.
If you call his bluff, then you lose your chance to turn the tables.
Let him think he has you.
She's saying that if the air-touched dwarves have their connections to their houses restored, you'll end up footing the bill for Lord Dace's disaster.
Oh, if I were twenty years younger, I'd bed you just to get some of that quick wit in my house.
You begin to see the whole picture.
Clever child.
Lord Dace lost a <emp>great deal</emp> of money and prestige.
Do not mock me, girl. 
Show you are to be respected, and I will no longer speak to you as a child.
Gorim?
Did you hear something?
Get away from me, old woman.
If you have something to say, do so.
Lord Dace lost some money.
And?
I know you're getting at something, I just don't know what.
Standing up for the surfacers is the right thing to do.
I'll think about it.
All right, Lord Dace dies for this.
Fine.
Let Lord Dace think he's fooled me.
I should talk to Lord Dace.
I'll do that.
It seems I need to have a talk with Lord Dace.
Gorim, can you follow all this?
If the surface dwellers returned to their noble houses...
So this is Lord Dace's play to recover his losses?
I don't see how this relates to anything.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
How dare you speak to me that way.
My king, please reconsider.
The trade contracts alone could bring great prosperity to our houses...
Will we really turn our back on our brothers and a potential fortune in cheap labor because of a political technicality?
Denial of the traditions of our people does not qualify as a political technicality!
There is more to life than monetary gains, my lords Bemot and Meino.
The Assembly of Kal Sharok will respect the rule of Orzammar, or they will rot and die alone, surrounded by enemies.
Yes, my King.
But look, we have company to spare us further wrangling.
Atrast vala, my son.
How fine you look in your great grandfather's armor.
Are you ready to be presented to the heads of the noble houses?
These rituals have their place.
It behooves you to get to know the nobles and let them know you.
Lords, ladies.
Grant me a moment of your time.
We are here today so I may present to you my second eldest child.
Blessed by the Stone and born of the blood that ran in the veins of the Paragon Aeducan.
Who would pose a question to the prospective commander?
Who seeks to know the prospect better?
No?
Very well then, the ritual is complete.
I give you Orzammar's next commander!
Tomorrow, our newest commander will lead part of a mission to strike a great blow to the darkspawn.
Not only does this recover access to some of our most important mines, but it also allows our honored guest Duncan, head of Ferelden's Grey Wardens, to strike far into the Deep Roads.
Thank you, King Endrin.
While the darkspawn seem to withdraw, it is only because they are massing on the surface.
This could mean a Blight, and my men and I will discover the truth.
We are honored to have you with us, my friend.
Now, feast, drink, and celebrate, for the morning brings battle!
As for you, my new commander, find your brother Trian and send him to me.
He may be watching the Provings, or getting some rest in his rooms.
Don't question everything.
Just go, for the ancestors' sake. 
Walk well, Commander.
I have a question.
I seek to know the prospect better.
Lord Dace, head of House Dace, speak.
Lords, ladies, my question concerns the plight of our wayward kin, the so-called surface caste.
What does the commander prospect think is the proper place for these lost souls?
Thank you, my lord.
I am satisfied.
Then if there are no other challenges...
Thank you, my lady.
I am satisfied.
Are you satisfied, Lord Dace?
Do you feel you have learned something about the prospect?
Yes, my King. 
Lords, ladies, you have seen the ancestors honor my house today.
With their guidance, I bring a question concerning the plight of our lost surface kin.
So dutiful...
Very well, let us begin.
Atrast vala, my sweet daughter.
How fine you look in your grandmother's armor.
What a show of skill that was!
I find myself wishing it'd been to the death.
House Dace could certainly use one less champio--
When he mistimed that back swing, I knew he was going down.
Poor bastard.
Still, couldn't wish it on a nicer house.
Well put!
Our new commander taught House Dace a serious lesson--
The hour is late.
These deshyrs have waited patiently, as have the Grey Wardens.
Quickly, find Trian and send him to me.
Is this all really necessary?
Can't you send a servant?
What do you want with Trian?
In honor of your son's victory, I will hear you out.
Later.
They are as we are and should have their rights returned.
They should be respected, but no more.
The surface dwellers are less than men.
Well, if I must.
Of course, Father.
I'd love to be in there, fighting, sweating, winning honor...
None of these fighters could hold their own against Ser Blackstone!
There will be blood today; I can feel it!
Fantastic!
Just fantastic!
It's a great day for a Proving!
Honor to your house.
Great fight.
Great.
Really.
You handle that sword well.
Good show in there.
Lord Aeducan!
Here!
In my booth?
I am so... <desc>He faints.</desc>
He's fainted.
You make quite the impression these days.
Is it hard to be the king's child, never able to just blend in?
They do that well enough.
Shall we move along?
As are we all.
There will be plenty of talk at the noble feast.
Though a less pleasant sort.
I know.
It's all right. 
It's the price of power, I suppose.
I see you for you, if that's any consolation.
Pardon.
I was out of line there.
I suppose we should move on.
Oh, Lady Aeducan!
Here!
In my booth!
I enjoy watching the little people scurry around me.
I am what the ancestors made me.
I hate it!
I just wanted to talk!
Sometimes. 
So glad you could finally join us.
We feared you'd gotten eaten by darkspawn.
Turns out the shield isn't quite as easy to retrieve as I was led to believe.
I wager you know where it is, though.
So maybe you tell me where it is, and I won't mutilate your body so bad your father doesn't recognize you.
See, boys?
Even a nobleman recognizes his betters.
Now kill these idiots.
See, boys?
Silly girl knows what's good for her.
A funny nobleman.
Just what the world needs.
Oh, she's a funny one.
Just what I needed.
I'll try to hide my disappointment.
Just kill them, boys.
We'll find this shield on our own.
I'm your better, that's who.
And as to how I got in, that's a question you'll have to ask the Stone after I butcher you.
Now, where is the shield?
No deal.
We'll just kill you and go back to our search.
Sorry.
Talking bores me something fierce.
Get 'em, boys!
Ha!
Kill 'em all, boys!
Bit for bite, eh?
Both of us banking on killing the other and losing nothing by the telling?
Very well.
One of Prince Trian's men brought me this ring.
It opened the door just fine.
Now, where is the sodding shield?
So maybe you tell me where it is, and I don't let my boys have a go at you before I kill you.
The shield's under the floor of the main room.
The shield's a metaphor.
It's in all of us.
Gorim, we need to kill these men.
Who are you?
How did you get in here?
You're an idiot, and now you're going to die.
Tell me how you got in--I'll tell you where the shield is.
Wait--I have questions.
I'm going to make such a mess of you.
You sure you don't want to surrender?
I'll whisper it to your corpse.
You thought I'd tell you?
What have we here?
Two handsome, strapping noble lords!
You both look so grand.
And isn't this the man of the hour?
The king's son?
Who's your friend, my lord?
Another noble from the honored House Aeducan?
They're noble-hunters, my lord.
A man takes his caste from his father, and these women hope to bear a noble lord's son.
If one is successful, she's raised up to concubine in the noble house to care for her child.
It provides new sword arms for the house, and many nobles look favorably on such women.
Shall I run them off?
You heard the Lord.
Let's go.
Well, that's a bit of class back in the area.
Shall we carry on?
We'll be here if you change your mind, my lord.
You're the most appealing, obviously.
A noble from the best house there is.
Handsome, too.
Are you interested in a bit of bedded diversion?
Shall I come to your chambers after the ceremony, then--?
I talked to him first!
I want him.
He's looking for a woman, Teli, not a little girl.
I'm Mardy.
And I know how to give my lord a night he'll remember.
Oh, my lord has his energy about him!
There will be no three-to-a-bed, if that's what you're thinking.
We both require full experiences all to ourselves.
If you think you can manage us both, though...
This should prove most interesting.
We will wait for you together, my lord, and show you the proper way to celebrate a princely commission!
No fear, Teli.
Many nobles will fancy a younger girl.
I will see you when the ceremony ends, my lord.
I'm the one you want.
But not from a noble house, girls.
Ser Gorim, Warrior Caste.
Oh, that's too bad.
You're quite handsome.
That you are, my lord.
Can I interest you in a little bedded diversion?
Of course.
My name is Mardy and this is Teli.
We came up for the celebration.
We do, my lord, and quite the sum it cost us!
Oh, then not a noble?
No, Teli, not a noble.
Stone, you're thick sometimes.
Greetings, my lady.
May I say you look striking today?
Is this your paramour?
He wears both his vambraces... unmarried and eligible! 
I'm flattered, ladies, but I'm not a noble.
I'm a knight of the Warrior Caste.
Warrior Caste isn't bad...
Teli, we didn't pay gold for these permits to take Warrior Caste.
I guess you're right.
Sorry, ser. 
Yes, my lady.
Good luck, girls.
They're noble-hunters, my lady.
Because a man takes his caste from his father, they hope to bear a noble lord's son.
If a noble-hunter succeeds, she is raised up to join the house as a concubine to care for her son.
It brings new swords to a house, so many nobles look favorably on such women...
Yes, my lady. 
One less distraction for the nobles, I suppose.
Shall we?
Well, men will be men.
Even your brother Bhelen has had his dalliances.
Perhaps you could tell him we're here.
I apologize if our presence has offended, my lady.
Shall I remove them, my lady?
No!
We paid many weeks' wages to get these perm--
Silence!
My lady?
Thank you my lady.
Then perhaps you'd tell your brothers to come say hello?
Teli, mind your manners.
My lady is kind and generous beyond her duty.
Not exactly, my lady.
Have you changed your mind, my lord?
Will you grace us with your handsome presence?
Then, if it please my lord, we have things to do.
Again, many thanks, my lady.
I can't wait, my lord.
See you tonight.
Many thanks, my lord.
These women offend me, Gorim.
Please do.
No, let's just leave.
I'm not interested.
So you girls will sleep with any noble?
I'm always interested in bedded diversion.
I've changed my mind.
I should be going.
Do I really have to pick just one?
Both of you it is.
I'll take just you then, Mardy. 
Then let's get to it.
Sounds like a good deal to me.
This is my loyal second.
Why do you care if Gorim is noble?
I'm better-looking.
Shouldn't we get to know each other first?
Any time, day or night.
What brings you here?
I thought you had to have a permit to be here.
Are you two merchants?
This is Ser Gorim, of the Warrior Caste.
I'm a noble.
Let's go, Gorim.
Interesting.
Let's leave, Gorim.
These girls displease me Gorim.
Run them off.
I bet they do.
Up-jumped nobles only make the caste weaker.
Run them off.
Let them be.
We could certainly use more Aeducan swords.
No, it's all right.
I will mention you.
Why does it matter if you're noble, Gorim?
Are you two merchants of some kind?
No.
I don't think so.
House Aeducan is blessed to have such talented heirs.
Tomorrow will bring much glory.
I suppose they'll never prove who killed the Vollney pig.
House Vollney will not miss that scum, Bruntin.
Your Highness, it is an honor to have you here.
Have you come to watch these brave warriors do battle in your honor?
Of course.
Thank you for making an appearance.
It will bring courage to the fighters.
Your presence encourages the fighters to greater feats.
Your Highness, this Proving is in your honor...
Then honor him by doing as he says.
My Lord Aeducan will fight in the Proving.
As you will.
If you wish to stay and watch, it would be well-received.
Of course.
It is well within your rights.
Men and women of Orzammar, we have a late entry to these Provings, held on the eve of battle for the honor of House Aeducan.
I give you... the Lord Aeducan, himself!
Are you ready for your first match?
Very good, your Highness.
Let me know when you are ready.
Then let us begin!
I give you... the Lady Aeducan, herself!
Then honor her by doing as she says.
Lady Aeducan will fight in this Proving.
I'll call the first fighters in a moment.
Your Highness?
Is there more I can help you with?
Very well, then.
I hope you're enjoying the Proving so far.
Lord Aeducan will fight Aller Bemot, youngest son of Lord Bemot!
You honor me with this match.
Lady Aeducan will fight Aller Bemot, youngest son of Lord Bemot!
Lord Aeducan will fight Adal Helmi, eldest daughter of Lady Helmi!
Honor and glory to your house, your Highness.
You are my inspiration, your Highness, and to all of us who follow your example and live by the sword.
Lady Aeducan will fight Adal Helmi, eldest daughter of Lady Helmi!
Lord Aeducan will fight Ser Blackstone, Deep Roads squad leader of the Warrior Caste!
This is your education, child.
Try to learn as you bleed.
Lady Aeducan will fight Ser Blackstone, Deep Roads squad leader of the Warrior Caste!
It is down to just two warriors.
With backbones of stone and wills of iron, they have defeated all others this day!
Lord Aeducan will fight Frandlin Ivo, second son of Lord Ivo!
You fight well.
I wish you glory today and glory tomorrow.
First warrior to fall is vanquished; the victor is champion! <emp>Fight!</emp>
Lady Aeducan will fight Frandlin Ivo, second son of Lord Ivo!
I'm glad to see you up and around.
Would you like to congratulate today's winner?
As you please.
Then I shall call him.
Frandlin!
I am here. 
Will you receive honor from Lord Aeducan?
I am honored by your presence.
Every warrior should fight as hard as possible at every opportunity.
Frandlin, perhaps you should go.
Good day to you, Lord Aeducan.
Good day to you, Lady Aeducan.
That is small of you.
Frandlin, perhaps you should go.
Thank you, your Highness.
It was a night of honor and glory that will be spoken of for years to come.
Be well, all of you.
I saw your fights.
There was much glory for you here today as well.
It was a well-fought battle.
Glory on both our houses.
Will you receive honor from Lady Aeducan?
The winner is Aller Bemot!
The winner is Adal Helmi!
The winner is Ser Blackstone!
The winner is Frandlin Ivo!
The winner is Lord Aeducan!
That was quite a fight.
Aller Bemot is no slouch with that hammer.
Are you ready for your next opponent?
Adal Helmi.
A... a woman, your Highness.
She's a tenacious fighter.
It was not my idea.
Lady Helmi was most insistent.
I did not expect her to actually win her first match.
Will you fight her?
Please forgive me, your Highness.
I never meant to cause offense.
Adal Helmi.
Another female warrior, and a tenacious fighter.
That was a crowd-pleaser.
Many were waiting to see that woman put in her place.
Ser Blackstone is your next opponent.
Are you ready to face him?
Of course, your Highness.
One of the best of the Warrior Caste.
He achieved glory in close combat assaults in the Deep Roads.
Then, let us begin!
That was a crowd-pleaser.
I can't remember the last time we had two female warriors of such skill.
Well done.
You have proven that even the best of the Warrior Caste cannot match a noble Aeducan.
Frandlin Ivo is your final opponent.
He too has had many victories today.
Are you ready to face him, or will you rest first?
He is a decorated fighter who prefers unusual weapons and rarely fights with the same techniques twice.
House Ivo is relatively inconsequential, but Frandlin may change that.
He's expected to take a full command of his own soon.
Congratulations.
Frandlin Ivo is as fierce a competitor as I've ever seen.
You've vanquished every warrior of note in today's Proving.
The ceremonial helm commissioned by your father for today's winner is yours.
As you will, your Highness.
The people will remember your honor and generosity for all time.
Your glory honors every warrior here.
The winner is Lady Aeducan!
Much glory was brought to your house tonight.
Good luck tomorrow.
Men and women, lords and ladies, may I have your attention, please! 
We are gifted to have in our presence the Lord Aeducan, in whose honor today's Provings were fought.
Today, House Aeducan makes a challenge of honor against House Dace.
These two brave combatants have come to prove the righteousness of their causes.
The Proving begins now!
We are gifted to have in our presence the Lady Aeducan, in whose honor today's Provings were fought.
The Proving is at an end.
Lord Aeducan has been found wanting by the ancestors, and House Dace is innocent of dishonoring House Aeducan.
We will not insist on a public apology.
It is enough that Orzammar knows the ancestors favor House Dace.
Your generosity to my headstrong progeny will be remembered, Lord Dace.
Come, let us return to the feast.
The Proving is at an end.
Lady Aeducan has been found wanting by the ancestors, and House Dace is innocent of dishonoring House Aeducan.
This Proving is at an end.
Mandar Dace has been found wanting by the ancestors, and House Dace is guilty of dishonoring House Aeducan.
I apologize, your Highness, for the dishonor done to your house.
With that business out of the way, let us return to the feast and celebrate!
This is not the place or time to air dirty laundry.
Let us return to the feast with the honor of our house increased by your victory.
Well done.
Come, let us return to the feast and celebrate both the mercy and martial skill of Orzammar's newest commander.
I may watch a round or two.
Actually, I've changed my mind.
I'd like to fight.
Never mind.
Perhaps it was a bad idea.
I just need a good workout before tomorrow's battle.
No, I need some time to prepare.
Ready.
Eager.
Hungry.
All will see my glory.
I will honor today's warriors by testing their skills.
I'll go take my place, then.
Wouldn't miss it.
No, I've come to fight.
No, I'm just going to watch for a while.
I've decided I want to join the Provings.
Save it and fight.
I'll honor you upside the head.
Be on your guard. 
I'm going to slaughter you.
And to yours.
There is no honor in fighting a woman.
Be proud of getting this far.
I'll make you eat those words.
Old men don't frighten me.
Shut up and fight already.
Glory is for the one who can take it.
May you be as stone.
Thanks, but no.
You dare show me up in my own Proving?
You're not so impressive down there on your knees.
Rise, Frandlin Ivo.
You did well.
I could use a rest first.
I'll tear him apart.
I need to rest before I fight again.
You let a woman fight in the Proving in my honor?
Yes, but I must rest first.
No.
I'm done with this Proving.
Why not?
Should be easy.
If I have to.
I'll fight anyone.
I need to rest first.
Good.
It will be an interesting fight.
I need to rest.
I'll return.
What can you tell me about Ser Blackstone?
I'm ready to fight.
I am. 
I need some rest time.
What can you tell me about Frandlin Ivo?
I'll rest a bit, then return.
Lesser house, lesser man.
I'll fight him now.
Well, let me fight this Frandlin Ivo.
Let me at him.
I have no need of such trinkets.
Send it to Frandlin Ivo.
He fought bravely.
Of course it's mine. 
I'll wear it proudly.
Next time, I'll kill you.
A shame you must suffer for the schemes of your father.
Accepted.
Rise, Mandar.
Greetings, Lord Aeducan.
Are you enjoying the Proving so far?
This is the lead trainer of the Provings, my lord.
He teaches nobles from lower houses without their own trainers and the best young men from the Warrior Caste.
You heard the order.
Of course.
Please excuse me.
Did the two of you hear about the scandal here last week?
We have been preparing for tomorrow's battle, and have had little time for gossip.
My thanks.
Ser Gorim, I'll see you later.
Good luck tomorrow, the both of you.
The Grey Wardens are in Orzammar searching for recruits, so the Warrior Caste arranged a Proving.
The goal was for the Grey Wardens to recruit the winner, bringing him honor and a chance for glory.
Well, yes and no.
It was like nothing I'd ever seen.
Ser Everd, fresh from fighting darkspawn, got dead drunk before the Proving.
Then some casteless bruiser took Ser Everd's armor, wore it, and won the Proving!
You're telling me.
The Proving master had to be bodily restrained.
They took the imposter to jail, I assume to be thrown into the Deep Roads as meat for the darkspawn.
The Warrior Caste is in an uproar.
An incident like this raises many questions.
Well, how the brand got in here to begin with.
Or how a casteless learned to fight like that.
They aren't even allowed to possess weapons.
I've heard they fight in the slums with the old cast-offs.
I'm almost curious to see.
I doubt King Endrin would approve of that.
Ha!
I suppose not.
All right, I have to go check on the fighters. 
It was an honor to speak with you, your Highness.
Lord Aeducan likes to see the world shaken up.
Well, shake up the world it did.
Lady Aeducan likes to see the world shaken up.
<desc>Ahem</desc> No.
My father thought it was a waste to study duel-style combat, as I was pledged to be your second.
However, Ser Gorim has helped teach many classes on small-scale tactics, especially shield work.
This is the lead trainer of the Provings, my lady. 
Of course.
I am gifted, but I am not the equal of the Aeducan house trainer.
Your presence will inspire these fighters to even greater effort.
Greetings, Lady Aeducan.
Tell him to go away.
I'm busy.
He does Orzammar a great service.
Leave us.
Now.
It was a pleasure meeting you, trainer.
I'm curious.
What scandal?
I tire of this gossip. 
I take it that didn't happen?
That's an outrage!
I'll bet it does.
Let's move along, Gorim.
What kind of questions?
Off with you, then.
<act>Nod</act>
A pleasure, ser.
Ha!
Good for him.
Did he teach you, Gorim?
These fighters are pathetic compared to me.
I'm just here to acknowledge the Proving in my honor.
I always enjoy watching a good fight.
My thanks.
House Aeducan is blessed to have you. 
Please, Master Vollney, my work is accredited by the shaper!
These books are lies written by the enemies of House Vollney.
I write only what I find in the ancient records!
Lord Aeducan!
You can vouch for my work, can't you? 
Your father loved my "History of Aeducan: Paragon, King, Peacemaker!"
This... worm has written a book that slanders my house!
Of course not. 
No, please!
I--<desc>Uungh!</desc>
That man had the patronage of many powerful houses. 
Nothing we can't handle.
Excuse me, your Highness.
He's a fool, and a low-placed one at that.
House Meino was that scholar's patron.
They will crush House Vollney like a warrior treading upon a centipede.
You hold none of the blame.
Power and a small man will always end in mischief.
There are other more pleasant diversions awaiting us, I'm sure.
I don't think the poor nobles of Orzammar know what they're in for.
Too true.
If this worm's patrons don't like this, they can take on House Vollney.
If they don't, House Vollney will be ready for them.
It doesn't matter!
It's all lies!
My work tells the stories of all of those raised to Paragons in the last five hundred years.
He says that Vollney--the Paragon who founded my house, known throughout the world as the greatest of men--was a fraud!
When the Assembly names a Paragon, that man or woman is then, by definition, everything one can aspire to be in the world. 
They form their own noble houses, and are revered as living ancestors.
But Paragons start off as men.
Vollney was more than a man!
If I remember my lessons, Vollney was a controversial choice as Paragon.
It's so good to see some reverence for history among the young generation.
Vollney became a Paragon by the narrowest margin in history--one vote.
A vote mired in rumors of intimidation, intrigue, and outright bribery.
The records of that vote are kept in the Shaperate and are a matter of fact. 
Not liking history doesn't make it any less true!
Exactly!
Just because it happened, doesn't mean it's the truth, old man.
Your Highness, allow me to kill this worm for his disrespect.
As you insist.
Run, old man, and leave your lies behind.
Such terrible villains...
You would have me write lies, just to appease some idea about honor?
Of course not, your Highness.
P-perhaps I could... emphasize Vollney's perseverance over great odds?
Would that satisfy you, Lord Vollney?
He should be killed... but I bow to House Aeducan's fabled mercy.
Exactly!
Nobody cares about your truth, old man!
We honor our ancestors!
You're taking his side?
What if he published a book like this about your Paragon Aeducan?
Do not order me about like some low-caste peon!
This is not finished!
That fool has no idea how weak his house is or how low he sits in it.
Shall I have him killed, my lord?
You've shown House Aeducan a friend to research, history, and the glory of our people.
Of course.
A copy of "A History of Aeducan: Paragon, King, and Peacemaker" perhaps?
Ha!
Such a sense of humor.
I'll just be about my work, then...
Uh... of course.
Here you go.
I'll just be about my work, then.
Of course.
Heroism and pity for the small man have always been hallmarks of House Aeducan. 
Now, I must try to make sense of these notes.
Good day, your Highness, and thank you.
Whatever the motivation, you did a wonderful service for me this day.
Of course.
I have much to document and organize.
You've shown yourself more daring and aggressive today than most believed of you. 
Someday, I hope to write of the great exploits you are sure to perform.
Word has been sent.
He won't live past the hour.
Well... historically it has been prudent to eliminate a small threat before it becomes larger...
As you say.
How do you want it done?
Shall I have him killed, my lady?
You would not say so if it was your house, but I shall respect your wishes.
For now.
And Vollney was not?
Must you disparage a Paragon?
You've made a huge mistake.
Aeducan was much loved, but he was still a man.
He was plagued by melancholy, and his fervor regarding Orzammar's safety bordered on obsession.
When Aeducan was proposed as a Paragon, only one lord in the Assembly objected.
The others savagely hacked him to death.
Aeducan's motion passed without a single dissenting vote.
Unlike Vollney!
Is that what you mean, old man?
Am I?
Would you allow this coward to slander your ancestors?
I have written no slander!
He deserves to die for what he has written of Paragon Vollney!
The king, as well as several other lords, are quite fond of his work.
He writes of the ancient Paragons.
Lady Aeducan!
You can vouch for my work, can't you? 
I'm sure we can work this out reasonably...
It's in the records.
There's nothing I can do!
Ah, I greatly enjoyed that book as well.
So kill him.
Do you fear an old man?
House Vollney has some new enemies, then.
All this conflict tires me.
Let's go.
Perhaps I shouldn't have encouraged him.
That's the way of the world, I suppose.
I do so love the games of the nobles.
It's always good to stir the pot from time to time.
They'll get over it.
What does it say?
Then kill him, Bruntin, or go away.
I'm bored.
Tell me what it says, scholar.
Gorim, does any of this make sense to you?
True or false, the Paragons' reputation must be protected.
Make it bloody.
Do as you like; it's nothing to me.
Drive him off, but don't kill him.
No.
I trust he's learned his lesson here.
Are you questioning me?
Respect is more important than truth.
Just be careful <emp>which</emp> truths you tell.
The truth doesn't always need to be shared.
The scholar is right.
You're right.
Truth is less important than reputation.
Shut up now, Bruntin.
He's not worth a blade.
Leave him be.
Perhaps a sign of your gratitude is in order?
I was only kidding, old man.
I was thinking more of your gold.
That will do nicely, thank you.
You'll remember this when you write of me.
It was mostly to put Bruntin in his place.
Carry on with your work, scholar.
Do, but make it look an accident.
Yes.
And see that everyone knows why he died.
What do you think, scholar?
I'm not that prudent.
Let the poor fool live.
Hear that, Gorim?
Do the prudent thing.
Quietly.
An accident, preferably.
Publicly.
Make sure everyone knows why.
The truth is more important than your pride.
Aeducan was a great man.
What was Aeducan like before he was a Paragon?
Bruntin, you're acting like a fool.
Get to the point.
Why is Bruntin so angry?
What exactly has he written, Bruntin?
That's a serious charge. 
Gorim, does this scholar truly have my father's favor?
My Lord Aeducan! 
You honor me by visiting my humble booth.
May I show you my wares?
I am your humble servant.
Your mere presence brings me uncountable honor.
Because he has forgotten his place.
A thousand pardons.
Please forgive me, your Highness.
This looks to be mostly fabrics from the human lands.
These merchants form alliances with those who have abandoned our ways to live on the surface.
As you say.
Perhaps the other booths?
You look better in steel, anyway.
It's a shame.
I agree.
If it can't be used to polish my shield, what good is it?
Perhaps some nice young man will get you a bolt so the servants can dress you in something frilly.
Perhaps we should get going?
Well, we'll see.
You don't need frilly, my lady.
According to the scholars, more than five hundred.
Does it matter?
The surfacers are lost to us.
Not for a mighty warrior such as yourself my lord, but perhaps a lady friend?
I...
I forget myself.
I'll be silent.
All ladies love a bit of silk, do they not?
Lady Aeducan is a warrior.
Born of steel and bred for battle. 
Please, look as you will.
My Lady Aeducan! 
Gorim, why is this man speaking to me?
Such luxuries only make us soft.
We trade our good steel and stone for this?
It's nice to have such pretty things.
Oh, be quiet, Gorim.
Ha!
I don't wear frilly.
How many of our people are on the surface?
You have something I might want?
Of course, good merchant.
Atrast vala, big brother!
How surprising to run into you out among the common folk.
Especially since duty requires that you attend our king father at the feast today.
Have you so little respect for him to disregard his wishes on a day set aside for you?
Lord Harrowmont told me we wouldn't be needed for hours at least--
Silence!
If I want the opinion of my sibling's second, I will ask for it.
Yes, your Highness. 
You're on your own.
I've been dealing with him all afternoon.
What exactly is that supposed to mean, little brother?
Nothing, Trian.
I've been having a great time.
The speech you gave to the legless boy about hard work and making something of himself was fantastic...
As heir to the throne, it is my duty to impart wisdom and judgment upon those who need it.
Now then, you, get to the feast!
I'd advise you to watch that tongue, dear sibling.
Father will not live forever.
Come, Bhelen.
That was fun.
Nothing like being talked down to by the next king.
Perhaps this isn't the best place for that sort of talk.
Shall we?
Somehow I think Trian isn't in the mood for that sort of thing right now... or ever.
Shall we?
That it is.
Let's get back to enjoying it, shall we?
Of course, my lord. 
Of course, my lady. 
We can only hope.
Perhaps we should get going?
You always defend him.
I wish I had your understanding...
Stubborn, aren't you?
When I'm king, I will help you get over that. 
That's my proper, dutiful brother.
I'll be along later to toast your command.
That's my proper, dutiful sister. 
Your lack of a sense of duty to your house is obvious.
I can't imagine why you are receiving a commission.
I expect after tomorrow I'll spend much time apologizing to the heads of the noble houses for the deaths of their children under your incompetent command.
That's a bit harsh, isn't it, Trian?
Perhaps you were right, Bhelen, when you said our brother wasn't entirely without regard for his duty and station.
Perhaps you were right, Bhelen, when you said our sister wasn't all useless breeding flesh.
I speak to lower houses and castes as they should be spoken to.
Now do as I say.
Atrast vala, big sister!
How surprising to run into you out among the common folk.
So, you are a commander now.
In name at least.
Shouldn't you be attending our king father?
Interesting.
I would have been at the feast, but Trian had need of me...
The world does not stop and start with your meager achievements.
Not even tonight.
Now, do you have some purpose in bothering us?
You push your luck. 
Bhelen, get to bed.
We have a big day tomorrow.
I will see what our father wishes from his heir.
All day I've put up with that.
He can really grate on the nerves.
Is it also his right to secure his own power at the expense of everyone around him?
Unfortunately, I am. 
Trian has begun to move against you. 
I never thought his much-proclaimed honor would allow him to actually act on his jealousy.
Big brother, Trian is going to try to kill you.
I wouldn't have believed it myself if I hadn't overheard him giving orders to his men.
Trian's decided you're a threat to his taking the throne.
Maybe he's right.
Trian's the named prince, but only the Assembly can proclaim a king.
It would be unusual for the Assembly to ignore the king's choice, but it does happen.
The first Aeducan king wasn't even part of the house's leading family.
That was an extraordinary case.
But at least a half-dozen times, the Assembly named a lesser family member--or even someone from another house--as king.
Usually it's the popular younger brother of an undesirable prince.
You can't turn a blind eye to this!
Your life is in serious danger!
You are as noble and stubborn as ever.
After Trian kills you, I suppose I will be the heir.
But that's not how I would wish it.
Enjoy your command tomorrow.
I fear it will be short-lived.
Come, my lord.
And I will be right outside the door.
May the Paragons smile down on us.
Maybe... a little farther outside the door.
You probably don't want me listening in...
That it should. 
Let's go.
You don't want to keep those lovely ladies waiting.
Come, my lady.
Look at it from his perspective.
You're more personable then he's ever been.
If you win glory against the darkspawn tomorrow, it will only strengthen the case for you as the next heir.
Trian fears Father will replace him on the spot.
If not, the Assembly will surely turn against him when Father dies.
You know his pride will never allow him to step aside.
It seems Trian has shown that brothers can't always be trusted.
I am next in line.
If Trian succeeds in his plot against you, how long do you think I'll live?
You're my elder.
I'll respect any decision you make, but please, be careful.
I don't want to lose the brother I actually like.
One of us has to.
I'm taking your place as Father's second, so I'll be at hand tomorrow.
For now, try to get some sleep.
May the Paragons smile down on you.
I hope you're right, but my heart says this will end badly.
You're welcome. 
I don't want to lose my dearest sister.
I'm afraid I must agree with you.
Tomorrow's battle is the time to do it.
I'll find out the rendezvous and buy you the time to do what must be done.
You're the elder.
I'll follow your lead, as always.
Very well.
I'll keep my eyes open.
I...
I'm with you.
Of course.
You've always been there for me.
Permission to speak freely?
Trian would be a terrible king, but no one wants to say it.
He has just enough backing in the Assembly to make it ugly when your father dies, but not enough to become king.
Killing him now makes your house stronger now and saves a great deal of bloodshed later.
You slaughtered the heir to House Dace, one of the most powerful houses in Orzammar, because his father dared to challenge your house's honor.
You entered the Provings held in your own honor just for glory and to please the crowds.
Twice, it was a woman.
The founder of House Bemot became a Paragon and king in one move from the Assembly, and he was a commoner.
He fears what you are becoming, in the eyes of the people and the Assembly.
I overheard him giving orders to some of his men, and I was shocked.
Then it began to make sense.
Probably not, but you need to all the same. 
And what I'm going to tell you next won't make you any more fond of him.
Well, time is something you may not have much of left.
I honestly don't know how you put up with him.
I wish that sense of duty and family loyalty was shared by our elder brother.
There was a time I would have agreed with you, but I've recently had to rethink my views on our brother.
Of course he does.
We must discuss strategy before tomorrow's battle.
Bhelen, stay here and stroke the new commander's conceit if you like, but then get to bed.
Wait--what's that you're wearing?
That dagger?
You should be attending our father at today's feast, not gossiping with second-rate smiths!
I told that man not to presume to bribe House Aeducan.
If your favor is bought so cheaply, it is your own shame.
Bhelen, help me out here.
Kiss my ass, Trian.
He's got to be alive to be king. 
I didn't even get to tell him about the pretty girls.
Ignore him.
It's my day, not his.
Perhaps becoming king will calm Trian.
He means well.
It's cute how you think you can order me around.
I'll go when I'm ready. 
Yes, brother. 
I go where I want, when I want, Trian. 
I will go to the feast right now, Trian.
Don't speak to Gorim like that.
Bhelen, you want to jump in here?
Keep barking orders.
I'm sure I'll care someday.
All right, I'm going.
Bhelen, how was your day?
Father is worried you're too much of an ass to be prince.
Well, he's our elder brother.
I suppose it's his right.
You sound serious, Bhelen.
That seems a little far-fetched.
This is insane.
I refuse to discuss this.
Enough.
I won't listen to this.
I said I won't listen to this sort of talk!
I may sleep with my sword tonight.
Rest, then glory. 
Tomorrow should prove most interesting.
Does Trian think I'm courting the Assembly?
What's your angle in this?
I won't fight Trian.
Trian won't do anything stupid.
I am glad for your concern, Bhelen.
Thank you.
Trian needs to die.
What should I do?
Then we wait.
See what Trian does.
Then...
Trian dies.
If I strike at Trian, will you back me?
We'll wait.
See what he does.
Then our family is going to be smaller by one.
Gorim, what do you say?
Just spit it out.
No.
I won't fight a brother.
We'll wait.
See what Trian does.
Very well.
Trian dies.
I asked, didn't I?
Of course, my friend.
So Trian thinks the Assembly would prefer me?
Well, I would make a good ruler...
How am I a threat to Trian?
I'm not the heir, he is!
True.
Trian's a pompous ass and everyone likes me better.
He recognizes I'm a threat.
Good.
What? 
Is this something I want to hear?
I'm just waiting for the right time to get rid of him.
Smile, nod, do my duty.
He's not that bad.
My patience is beginning to wear thin.
Father wants you.
You two were not at the feast.
Father wants to see you, Trian.
It's nothing important.
A gift you were supposed to tell me about.
A gift, made for me by a loyal subject.
Greetings, My Lord Aeducan.
I am... so honored to have you visit my booth.
I have a& proposition, but I dared not approach.
Yet you dare now?
Of course.
Please, accept my humblest apologies to House Aeducan.
Watch yourself in the future.
Um, yes, just so.
Here is the thing.
What I mean to say is...
Sorry.
So nervous.
I had a dagger made.
For you.
As a gift for your first command.
I, uh, sent a messenger to deliver the dagger to you.
Prince Trian had him thrown out.
I don't know what offense he caused, but I had him beaten severely.
Here... here it is, your Highness.
That's an amazing piece, merchant.
You do me much honor, ser.
The blade has been crafted over a period of two years by masters of every art. 
I wish to bless the Lord's first command, and hope that someday, when he rules, he will wear it.
Trian is heir.
He will rule when King Endrin returns to the Stone.
If the Assembly wills it.
Forgive me, ser, but whispers say the second child of Endrin will be chosen.
Whispers, indeed.
It's a princely gift.
If Trian recognizes it, though, it may send the wrong message.
Or the right one, depending on your view.
Of course, my lord.
That's one less social-climber in the world.
Thank you!
You bring uncountable honor to me.
What he means is that you'll bring uncountable gold to him if you wear that piece in public.
I wish to bless the Lady's first command, and hope that someday, when she rules, she will wear it.
If it would please your Highness, I would gladly have him killed.
Begone, merchant.
We need none of your wares.
Then you will at least... look at the dagger?
Of course!
A thousand thanks to you.
Won't you at least look at the dagger?
Very well, then.
Speak.
Greetings, My Lady Aeducan.
You have nothing to offer me, scum.
If you have something to say, say it quickly.
You're wasting my time.
Spit it out.
If the prince said no, the answer is no.
Let me see this dagger.
This man offends the heir and my house.
Kill him.
I won't risk offending Trian.
I'll take the dagger.
Damn what Trian thinks.
I'll take it.
You only had the messenger beaten?
I'm done here.
That won't be necessary.
No.
I'm leaving.
If you agree to kill him, I'll see the dagger.
I'm sure Trian had his reasons.
I'll take a look, but no promises.
No.
Begone.
Gorim.
Try to be more friendly.
It's all right.
I'll hear him out.
I... thank you.
That is... quite unnecessary.
Poor weather, I believe.
Their progress has been slow, but it's nothing you need worry about.
In a manner of speaking.
If I had reinforced our border levies earlier, my troops could have left before the rains.
The topic has come up from time to time.
The young and their infatuations.
I'm sure that was years ago.
People change.
To be honest, I have no expectations.
And your father seems determined to let you find your own way.
If something did happen... well, we'd address it as befits a family of our stature.
I'm sure.
There will be much to discuss once I return.
Your father's permissiveness has made you willful, indeed.
It may not always serve you so well.
We fought together under King Maric, when he drove the Orlesians out of Ferelden.
Heady times.
The years since have not held the same promise.
It's not something a youth would understand.
It will be good to ride beside your father again.
Your father hasn't spoken of our time with him?
That man took care of his friends.
As they say, he was large as life and twice as tall! <desc>Laughs</desc>
It's too bad Cailan isn't half that.
I think of him as much as he thinks at all.
That's enough, Howe.
You speak of our king.
The girl <emp>did</emp> ask, your Lordship, as per the latitude you allow.
The boy <emp>did</emp> ask, your Lordship, as per the latitude you allow.
Nothing, sorry to bother you.
I just want to wish you well, Arl Howe.
I trust the delay with your men is nothing serious.
You told my father the delay was your fault.
Your daughter is interested in me?
I got the impression Delilah didn't like me.
Your son is interested in me?
I don't remember returning the interest.
I got the impression Thomas didn't like me.
We'll see.
Don't hold your breath.
How long have you and Father been friends?
You knew King Maric?
You don't think much of King Cailan?
Oh!
My lord, we were just& ah&
Well... the treasury's safe...
I'm not even sure why the teyrn stationed us here...
We... appreciate that, my lord.
Thank you.
I... don't know.
Nobody has come to look at the treasury.
The teyrn, and perhaps the teyrna?
I honestly don't know, my lord.
No, my lady.
Of course not.
My lord is very kind to show us such lenience.
Yes, my lord.
Thank you...
We won't forget this!
Yes, my lady!
Thank you, my lady!
Yes, my lord!
Thank you, my lord!
N-no, my lord.
Of course not.
Thank you for your lenience, my lord!
Good evening, my lord!
Taking a break?
Ignoring your duties?
Don't worry about it, men.
I won't say anything.
Did my father fear someone would steal something?
Who has the key to the treasury?
Do you always question your duties?
Continue your game.
Pretend I never came by.
I'll forget about it.
This time.
Then perhaps you'd better get back to work.
Playing cards?
Get that bloody mutt out of the larder!
But, mistress!
It won't let us near!
If I can't get into that larder, I'll skin both of you useless elves, I swear it!
Err... calm down, good woman.
We've come to help...
You!
And <emp>you</emp>!
Your bloody mongrel keeps getting into my larder!
That beast should be put down!
Just get him gone!
I've enough to worry about with a castle full of hungry soldiers!
You two!
Stop standing there like idiots!
Get out of the way!
What?
That monster is in <emp>my</emp> larder, slobbering all over the bacon, and you're insulting <emp>me</emp>?
Oh, dear.
Mistress, calm down, please--
That's it!
I'll quit.
Inform the teyrna.
I'll go cook at some nice estate in the Bannorn.
Nan, please!
We'll get the dog.
Calm down.
If I locked it any tighter, <emp>we</emp> couldn't get in!
A blight wolf is what he is!
How am I supposed to work like this?
Why are you talking to me, young lady?
That wretched creature is likely eating my beautiful roast as we speak!
Why are you talking to me, young man?
That wretched creature is likely eating my beautiful roast as we speak!
I'll calm down once that beast is out of my larder!
I... yes, of course, my lady.
I do apologize.
I just need to feed all the soldiers here, and the arl... and Lady Landra and her entourage...
I have so much to do!
Get the dog out... and keep him away, I beg you!
I... yes, of course, my lord.
I do apologize.
That hound should be in the kennels, not wandering the castle!
Just get the beast out.
I can't make anything if I can't get into the larder.
How in the blazes am I supposed to know?
He up and walked through the wall, I expect!
That hound isn't natural.
I see it in his eyes: He does this on purpose, just to torment me!
Just get the dog out of the larder!
I beg you!
There he is, as brazen as you please, licking his chops after helping himself to the roast, no doubt!
Look at him, now.
Snuck into my larder once again and makes off like a free thief, he does.
Oh, don't even start with the sad eyes!
I'm immune to your so-called charms.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Here, then.
Take these pork bits and don't say that Nan never gives you anything!
Bloody dog.
Thank you, my lady.
Now we can get to work.
Thank you, my lord.
Now we can get to work.
W-what?
Rats?
Not the large grey ones?
They'll rip you to shreds, they will!
See?
Now you've gone and scared the servants!
I expect those filthy things are dead.
Hmph.
I bet that dog led those rats into there to begin with.
Thank you again for your help.
Now, if you'll just hold on a moment, yes?
Adney, get moving with those casks!
And Cath, do you think you can serve that to the teyrn with dirt from the floor all over it?
Miserable old bat.
Old bat, am I?
We've got to work double-time on supper!
Sweep out the hearths, and no complaining!
Don't even mention that!
These two will run like a pair of frightened kittens, and then where will I be?
Oh, there's no need for that.
Don't think I don't see you there, Cath!
She's got eyes on the back of her head, she does.
Just keeping order.
That's why your father keeps me on.
The good Maker knows I needn't take care of you anymore.
Thank you for coming to your old nanny's rescue.
That blasted hound is more trouble than he's worth, he is.
Don't start with me!
You've gotten all you're getting today.
But what about you, my lady?
Ha!
Clever whelp.
That mouth of yours will get you into trouble one day.
Do you remember that bedtime tale I used to tell you? "The Dog That Bit"?
Bless me.
I used to tell you that one every night, I did.
I thought it was your favorite.
Yes, this again.
You remember how it begins?
Good.
Then you can start.
I suppose that's fair.
Off with you, then.
And don't get into any trouble you can't get back out of.
Tsk.
You'd think I hadn't told you this tale a thousand times.
Before our fathers' fathers came down from the mountains...
... a war hound was born to the elder bitch of a tribal chief.
They named him Hohaku and gave him everything.
He grew up a fine, strong pup, destined to be the partner of the chief's eldest son.
The young hound became arrogant, taking food from his kin and warning them--in the way of dogs--that the chief's family would punish them if they tried to attack him.
Years passed, and the time for the chief's son to take a war hound came closer.
Hohaku's pride swelled, and many people of the tribe came to the chief, quietly whispering of this dog's bullying.
With each complaint, the chief saw only Hohaku's strength and pride, and sent his people away.
But as his son grew, the chief watched more closely.
The day might come when his boy's life would depend on this dog.
If the humblest of his people would not trust Hohaku, how could he?
No, you won't.
The tale's nearly through--you stay right here.
When the day came, Hohaku sat proudly, waiting to be called.
But the old chief chose Hohaku's brother as his son's hound.
Hohaku was shamed, but felt no remorse.
So great was his rage that he darted across the fire pit and bit the chief's hand.
The chief and his son struck at Hohaku, cursing him.
The hound ran into the village, seeking shelter in the tents and kennels.
The other dogs snapped at him, and the tribes people threw stones at him.
Before the chief could reach him, the tribe had torn Hohaku apart.
Now, what should you carry from this tale?
Bah.
Didn't I teach you not to make fun of your elders?
No?
Well, that was short-sighted of me.
Very true.
Hohaku thought himself above the others, and expected his position to protect him.
Precisely.
The tribe and their dogs granted the chief and his dogs their authority.
When they saw that Hohaku was unworthy, they turned on him.
Not, "The weak pull down the strong when the strong treat them unfairly?"
True.
Hohaku thought nothing of abusing the tribe and their dogs, but their complaints showed the chief he could not be trusted.
Exactly.
Hohaku took advantage of a position he thought he was entitled to.
But you're far too old now for an old woman to be reminding you to watch how you behave, hmm?
Be off with you, then.
Tell your brother farewell before he rides off to war.
It's a story worth repeating, that's all.
No, an impulsive and prideful one.
He shouldn't have done it at all.
There are many kinds of weakness.
You'd do well to remember that.
And that's why you made your nanny old before her time.
To be truly good is doing right by others even when it doesn't suit you.
Good.
I'm not exactly privy to your goings-on now that you're grown.
Just an old nanny, never invited to your father's fancy meetings.
But what about you, my lord?
I can't chatter any more.
I've a whole army to feed, and then some.
And don't think you two will get away from me anytime soon!
I heard that!
I'd beat you black and blue if I didn't need your arms working!
Blasted elves!
I'm sorry he's bothering you, Nan.
Maybe <emp>you</emp> should be put down.
Perhaps you should lock your larder tighter.
He's not a mongrel!
He's a pureblood mabari!
Please calm down, Nan.
You will keep a civil tongue or I will cut it out.
I can't help it if my hound is too smart for his own good.
How did he get in the larder this time?
Yes, well, what can you do?
He's not so bad, Nan.
Just a dog being a dog.
Actually, he was defending your larder from rats.
Big ones.
I took care of it.
No need to be afraid.
My faithful war hound made sure it's safe.
Yes, the rats are dead.
It's quite a mess, in fact.
I'll just g--
Do you know wh--
I'm in a h--
Any more rat problems?
Have you considered whipping them?
Busy day?
Why would I say anything but yes?
I don't have time for stories, Nan.
Not too well, no.
Oh Maker, not this again...
I remember it.
I have to find Fergus.
I have no time for this.
I don't remember how this goes.
In a dark and murky world, there was a smelly cook...
Once upon a time, there was a dog.
And he bit somebody...
Hohaku wanted nothing to do with it.
And Hohaku grew prideful.
The dog found the idea tedious.
I'm thirsty.
I'll just go get a drink.
Strong or not, he chose a more reliable dog.
Hohaku's own misdeeds bit him.
That was a mistake.
Old nurses tell boring stories.
Respect all equally.
No one is above justice.
The weak pull down the strong when they can.
How you treat the least is remembered by the greatest.
Don't abuse your power.
Thank you for the story.
It was thoughtful of you.
You aren't comparing my mabari to Hohaku, are you?
Why did you tell me that story?
A bold move.
He should've waited until the chief was alone.
So he made a weaker dog his son's partner.
That would be boring.
When it's convenient.
Hello, again.
Your castle's study is wonderful.
Might I ask whose collection this is?
That's too bad, I suppose.
Would you like to discuss something else?
Of course, my lady.
I am sure you have much to do, yet.
Of course, my lord.
I am sure you have much to do, yet.
I'd like that.
What did you have in mind?
I would be glad of the chance to get to know you better.
Until then.
I... suppose I could see you after everyone is asleep, for something of a more... intimate nature.
If that is what you mean?
Ah, I misunderstood you, then.
Please forgive me.
I look forward to it.
I shall see you then.
Did I not just overhear you asking my mother's lady-in-waiting this exact thing?
Thank you, my lord, but I think not.
Gladly... but your mother is expecting me for dinner shortly.
As is mine.
Perhaps another time?
There's not much to tell.
I am the eldest son of a minor lord.
I can't imagine I'm anyone very interesting to you.
I... don't actually know you that well, my lord.
I know <emp>of</emp> you, but that is not the same thing.
I... don't actually know you that well, my lord.
You're handsome, capable... but beyond that, a bit of a mystery to me.
I... don't actually know you that well, my lady.
You're beautiful, capable... but beyond that, a bit of a mystery to me.
Everyone says that you're more likely to succeed the teyrn than your brother is.
That the Cousland line has never been stronger.
I don't know about here, but outside your castle, people discuss your family a great deal.
Some say your father should have been king instead of Cailan.
But it is just talk, I think, borne of affection for your father.
Was there any question of it?
No more than anyone else.
Is it true there is one here in the castle?
Have you met him?
Really?
What a strange rumor for someone to start.
Must be all the talk of darkspawn.
I'd join the Grey Wardens in a heartbeat.
Can you imagine?
Destroying the darkspawn forever, becoming a hero...
But I'd never gain a Grey Warden's notice.
I'll have to be happy under your father's command.
Yes, though I don't know when.
I will leave when your father does.
I'll ride as his second--a glorified squire, more or less.
I'll care for his horse and armor and such.
It's quite an honor.
Unlike you, I am no child of a great house.
If I can rise within the ranks of your father's service, it is more than I could normally hope for.
I'm a bit surprised that you're not riding alongside your brother.
Is that... disappointing?
Implying...?
Not at all.
I am simply curious.
True enough.
This is no small estate like my own.
If you're interested, I shall record what I can during the battle.
My writing skills may be lacking, but I hope to convey a true sense of the warrior's experience.
Writing such an important work is one of my ambitions.
I hope so.
I admit to trepidation about facing darkspawn, but I can't imagine an opponent more worthy of defeat.
Oh, my apologies.
What do you wish to discuss, then?
Yes, he was something of a scholar, right?
An interest in magical studies?
Not per se.
Books are my passion.
I'm my father's heir.
I've grown used to putting duty first...
No doubt you've experienced that.
Thank you, my lord, though I'm certainly no smarter than yourself.
Books are just an interest.
You're too kind, my lady, though I'm certainly no smarter than yourself.
Books are just an interest.
Oh?
Such as?
Ah, yes.
I've... heard rumors about you, to be honest.
No disrespect intended.
Truly?
That is an odd area of interest, though I had heard the rumors about you...
No disrespect intended.
Just like your brother?
Your family is renowned for its knights.
An unusual occupation for a young woman.
I find it utterly fascinating, to be honest.
I am.
But truthfully, books are my passion.
So would I.
Do you have a favorite book?
Oh... that was banned by the Chantry, wasn't it?
Quite... provocative, I understand.
I've, ah, never read it, myself.
Ha-ha!
You... had me going there.
No.
I, ah...
I'd heard that.
Hence the banning?
Oh... that's not... necessary.
Perhaps another time? <desc>Gulps</desc>
Good choice!
Timious's theory on the nature of dragons and how they connect to darkspawn is quite intriguing.
Is there something else you would like to discuss, my lord?
I shall see you tonight, my lord, after dinner is done and everyone has retired.
Until then.
I'd like to get to know you a little better.
Perhaps we could talk after you return from the south.
Why don't you come to my room later tonight?
Then I will see you tonight.
Why don't we go somewhere more private?
Tell me about yourself.
Let's talk about me.
I like that topic.
You think I'm handsome?
I'm not mysterious.
What have you heard about me, exactly?
Perhaps we should get to know each other better, then.
You think I'm beautiful?
Do you know anything about the Grey Wardens?
No, it's not true.
I really shouldn't say.
It's true.
I've met him.
So you're going to be riding with my father tomorrow?
You consider it an honor to do menial tasks?
Are you implying something?
I have important duties here at the castle.
Yes.
I really want to go.
Will you actually fight?
I don't want to talk about books, Dairren.
My grandfather's.
I don't want to talk about my grandfather.
You have an interest in magic?
My father and I don't always agree, either.
I can appreciate a man of intelligence.
My passion lies in other areas.
Making love.
The wilderness.
Remaining unseen.
Taking what I want.
Poisons, actually.
Herbalism, actually.
Combat.
I thought you were a warrior, yourself.
It was my grandfather's, but I come here often to read.
"The Art of Passionate Love" by Brother Capria.
I'm only joking, Dairren.
It isn't really meant for reading.
I could tell you all about it.
I could show you what I learned.
"The Dragons of Tevinter" by Brother Timious.
It is an honor to be a guest within your hall, Teyrn Cousland.
Your Lordship, you didn't mention that a Grey Warden would be present.
Duncan arrived just recently, unannounced.
Is there a problem?
Of course not, but a guest of this stature demands certain protocol.
I am... at a disadvantage.
We rarely have the pleasure of seeing one in person, that's true.
Pup, Brother Aldous taught you who the Grey Wardens are, I hope?
Maker's breath!
Mind your manners!
I... apologize, Duncan.
That Aldous has nerve, teaching my children such slanderous nonsense.
I take no offense.
The Grey Wardens are not what we once were.
I'll not have the Wardens spoken ill of in my household.
Without them, the darkspawn would have killed us all in the first Blight.
You are the only reason men still live in Thedas.
They are the heroes of legend, who ended the Blights and saved us all.
Not permanently, I fear.
Without their warning of the darkspawn rising now, half the nation could have been overrun before we'd had a chance to react.
Duncan is looking for recruits before joining us and his fellow Wardens in the south.
I believe he's got his eye on Ser Gilmore.
If I might be so bold, I would suggest that your daughter is also an excellent candidate.
Honor though that might be, this is my daughter we're talking about.
If I might be so bold, I would suggest that your son is also an excellent candidate.
Honor though that might be, this is one of my sons we're talking about.
That discussion is closed.
Do you hear that, Duncan?
My daughter is not interested.
So unless you intend to invoke the Right of Conscription...?
Well Duncan, he is not interested.
So unless you intend to invoke the Right of Conscription&?
You did just finish saying that Grey Wardens are heroes, old friend.
I've not so many children that I'll gladly see them all off to battle.
Unless you intend to invoke the Right of Conscription...?
Have no fear.
While we need as many good recruits as we can find, I've no intention of forcing the issue.
Pup, can you ensure that Duncan's requests are seen to while I'm gone?
Yes, you do.
Duncan is an honored guest and it's your duty to make him welcome here.
Is that clear?
And don't strain my patience.
In the meantime, find Fergus and tell him to lead the troops to Ostagar ahead of me.
We'll talk before I leave tomorrow.
Be a good lass and do as I've asked.
We'll talk soon.
Be a good lad and do as I've asked.
We'll talk soon.
You'll have plenty of time after we're gone. 
Upstairs in his chambers, no doubt, spending some last moments with his wife and my grandson.
We must discuss the battle plans in the south.
I'm sorry, but I believe your father wishes to talk to the arl and myself alone.
Until we speak again.
Very well.
I doubt your father would mind a slight delay.
I look forward to seeing you then.
I have only found a couple of worthy candidates in my travels across Ferelden.
Your father invited me here, suggesting this Ser Gilmore.
If he is not suitable, I will head south and join up with the king.
Not well.
King Cailan is an eager young man who has shown great wisdom in responding to the darkspawn threat.
I've heard he's a bit enraptured with the Grey Warden legend, and that is why he caters to your order.
Howe!
That is unworthy of you.
He only repeats what we've all heard.
Whatever the king's reasons, I'll take his support.
The priority is defeating the darkspawn before they threaten all of Ferelden.
Of course.
You are young, healthy, and very skilled, or so I hear.
The Grey Wardens do not recruit simply anybody, and I intend no flattery when I say you show promise.
The old treaties allow me to conscript you even against your father's wishes, but I will not do so.
Our order is too small to risk animosity with Ferelden's nobility.
It's tempting, your Lordship.
But I am content to see what other candidates your castle offers.
Of course.
You are young, skilled, and obviously responsible if your father is willing to turn his castle over to you.
Of course.
You are young and very skilled, or so I hear.
Many of the finest Grey Wardens have been women.
Of course.
You are young, skilled, and eager for battle, or so I heard.
Well...
I understand the first battles have gone easily.
Indeed.
Are the Grey Wardens sure this is a Blight and not simply some large darkspawn raid?
No archdemon has been sighted yet, my lord.
But with my entire soul, I believe this is a Blight.
I wish we shared your faith.
I suppose we shall see for ourselves once we arrive at the king's camp.
Indeed.
We spotted a horde assembling in the Korcari Wilds not three weeks ago.
Luckily, King Cailan took us at our word and marshaled Ferelden's forces quickly.
The first battles have already been fought.
Your father and I must move quickly.
Thousands.
Perhaps ten thousand or more in this horde.
Normally, the darkspawn stay in the Deep Roads.
It bodes ill that so many risk the surface.
Your father has left you in charge of the castle?
Then I will see you at dinner tomorrow, if not sooner.
Honestly, the Wardens would be thrilled to have you.
But...
I won't go against your father's wishes.
If you wish to discuss this further, however, let us talk after your father and the arl depart.
I'm standing right here, you know.
I'm only suggesting satisfying my host's curiosity, as tempting as recruitment might be.
Then let us meet in the morning.
I will seek you out before Ser Gilmore's testing.
Would that be sufficient?
Eager, are you?
As I've had a long journey, I will be retiring to my quarters and putting these old bones to rest.
Until the morning, then.
I look forward to it.
I-I appreciate your enthusiasm, but it would be inappropriate for me to be in your quarters unescorted.
As do I.
Until then.
I'm afraid the teyrn is correct.
Howe's men have not yet discovered this exit, but they surround the castle.
Getting past will be difficult.
You are...
Duncan, then?
The Grey Warden?
Yes, your Ladyship.
The teyrn and I tried to reach you sooner.
My daughter helped me get here, Maker be praised. 
I am not surprised.
Not here.
There are too many men, and they seem as willing to kill me, as they are all of you.
Flight is the only option.
Whatever is to be done now, it must be quick!
They are coming!
Duncan& I beg you& take my wife and daughter to safety!
Duncan& you are under no obligation to me, but I beg you& take my wife and son to safety!
I will, your Lordship.
But...
I fear I must ask for something in return.
Anything!
What is happening here pales in comparison to the evil now loose in this world.
I came to your castle seeking a recruit.
The darkspawn threat demands that I leave with one.
I...
I understand.
The king will see justice done.
The Grey Wardens, however, must face the darkspawn above all else.
He is... right, pup.
Then what else?
How will you survive?
Truthfully, you were always my first choice.
You fought your way to me through Howe's men.
I think the Maker's intention is clear.
I will take the teyrna and your daughter to Ostagar, to tell Fergus and the king what happened.
Then, your daughter joins the Grey Wardens.
I will take the teyrna and your son to Ostagar to tell Fergus and the king what happened.
Then, your son joins the Grey Wardens.
So long as justice comes to Howe...
I agree.
Then I offer you a place within the Grey Wardens.
Fight with us.
We will inform the king, and he will punish Howe.
I am sorry, but a Grey Warden's duties take precedence even over vengeance.
Howe thinks he'll use the chaos to... advance himself.
Make him wrong, pup.
See that justice is done!
Then I have no choice.
I hereby invoke the Right of Conscription and recruit you into the Grey Wardens despite your objection.
I'm sorry, pup, but... it's better this way.
We must leave quickly, then.
Bryce, are you... sure?
Our daughter will not die of Howe's treachery.
She will live, and make her mark on the world.
Our son will not die of Howe's treachery.
He will live, and make his mark on the world.
Darling, go with Duncan.
You have a better chance to escape without me.
Eleanor...
Hush, Bryce.
I'll kill every bastard that comes through that door to buy them time.
But I won't abandon you.
So we all die?
No.
Your place is now with the Grey Wardens.
Mine is with your father.
At his side, to death and beyond.
My place is with your father.
At his side, to death and beyond.
I fear your thanks are premature.
I doubt I have saved him.
I did not wish to leave your father alone.
My younger son helped me get here, Maker be praised.
Is there a reason I should care?
He said they were a small order, and no longer important.
They're an order of great warriors.
They defeated the darkspawn long ago.
Perhaps <emp>that</emp> would get me into battle.
I've no interest in becoming a Grey Warden.
I think I rather like that idea, Father.
Is there a reason I shouldn't join them?
I doubt I have to be here for that, do I?
Don't strain my abilities or anything.
But I'm not done talking to you, yet.
But I'd like to stay and talk to Duncan.
Where is Fergus?
Are you trying to get rid of me?
I was hoping to ask you a quick question or two.
Never mind.
I can ask you later.
Did you really come all this way to see Ser Gilmore?
You know the king?
Would you really recruit me into the Grey Wardens?
How much danger are Fergus and my father in?
Are there really darkspawn in the south?
How many darkspawn are there?
May we speak later?
I was hoping you might test me for recruitment.
I would prefer sooner.
What are you doing after you finish?
What about tonight... in my room?
Yes, that should be fine.
I look forward to it.
Can you do something about Howe?
Are you going to help us, Duncan?
But what if something has happened to Fergus?
What?
No!
I won't agree to any such thing!
What about Ser Gilmore?
Are you talking about me?
But what if Fergus is dead?
My duty is to take vengeance on Arl Howe!
I refuse!
I won't go!
No, I won't do it!
Then I suppose I must accept.
I will, Father.
For you.
I accept your offer.
We can find another way.
We can fight.
I won't let you sacrifice yourself!
Mother, are you sure you want to do this?
Thank you for saving my father.
I'm surprised you haven't already left.
I'll send my eldest off with my men.
You and I will ride tomorrow, just like the old days!
True.
Though we both had less gray in our hair then.
And we fought Orlesians, not... monsters.
<desc>Laughs</desc> At least the smell will be the same.
I'm sorry pup; I didn't see you there.
Howe, you remember my daughter?
I see she's become a lovely young woman.
Pleased to see you again, my dear.
Your brother is riding out with our forces today, but the arl and I will lead his men tomorrow.
Oh no, I left them in Amaranthine, well away from the fighting in the south.
They do send their best wishes.
My son Thomas asked after you.
Perhaps I should bring him with me next time.
See what I contend with, Howe?
There is no telling my fierce girl anything these days, Maker bless her heart.
See what I contend with, Howe?
You can't tell my fierce boy anything these days, Maker bless his heart.
As you get older, those years make less difference.
A lesson often hard won.
I doubt she'll be receptive, Howe.
My fierce girl has her own mind these days, Maker bless her heart.
Quite talented, I'm sure.
One to watch.
At any rate, pup, I summoned you for a reason.
While your brother and I are both away, I'm leaving you in charge of the castle.
Now, that's what I like to hear.
Only a token force is remaining here, and you must keep peace in the region.
You know what they say about mice when the cat is away, yes?
There's also someone you must meet.
Please... show Duncan in.
This is no needless task.
I ask you to take a great responsibility.
I'm certain you'd more than prove yourself, but I am not willing to deal with your mother if you join the war.
She'd kill me if I let you go.
She's already twisted into knots about Fergus and me going.
You'll have your chance soon enough.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Don't make me choose which of the women in my life to fight.
Your mother has the stronger sword arm, after all.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Now, don't make me choose between fighting you or the teyrna.
Your mother is the one I'm frightened of.
I doubt that.
You know your mother, and she made it clear there is no debate.
Mmm.
No doubt because you've trained her as a warrior.
How unique.
I doubt he'll be receptive, Howe.
My fierce boy has his own mind these days, Maker bless his heart.
As uniquely talented as his father, I'm sure.
A temperament to match his fighting skill.
Well done, your Lordship.
Good!
My son saw you at a Denerim fair and has talked about you ever since.
He'll be pleased you remember him.
Good!
My son's rather fascinated with stories of your prowess as a warrior.
I daresay he'd like to test it first-hand.
Good!
She's talked about you ever since she saw you at a fair in Denerim.
Good!
She goes on about your prowess as a warrior.
Ha! "To what end", she says!
So glib, too.
She's just like her mother when she talks like that.
Ha! "To what end", he says!
And so glib.
The boy's a whip, like his father.
My daughter Delilah asked after you.
Perhaps I should bring her next time.
I'm sorry pup; I didn't see you there.
Howe, you remember my son?
I see he's grown into a fine young man.
Pleased to see you again, lad.
Shouldn't you be off to your brother, as I asked?
I'll talk to you soon.
Just let me finish my meeting with Duncan.
When the king demands it.
In fact, <emp>not</emp> sending our forces south would be a distinctly bad idea.
Don't worry, pup.
You shouldn't see many problems.
But I want you to prepare the men left here.
In case.
Legends of the Blights tell of horrible things.
These darkspawn once threatened many lands.
If we can't hold them... you must prepare for the worst.
Ha!
Stubborn, as always.
I understand, but this is why it's so important that you stay.
But let's not speak of ominous things.
We shall assume that all will go well and the Maker will watch over us.
I trust you to do what is best.
And don't be afraid to ask your mother's advice.
She's Fereldan-born--strong, just as you are.
I know you will.
You are a Cousland, after all. 
I am scared myself.
But we are Couslands, and we do what must be done.
The thought scares me, too.
But we are Cousland men, and we must be brave.
Upstairs in his chambers, no doubt, saying good-bye to Oriana and your nephew.
Your brother and I go into battle, not an afternoon tea.
Who knows what will happen to us?
I <emp>will</emp> tell you, however: you're my darling daughter, I love you, and I trust you completely to carry on the Cousland name if the worst should happen.
But don't worry about me, dear girl.
You'll have enough to occupy your mind while I'm gone.
I <emp>will</emp> tell you, however: you're my cherished son, I love you, and I trust you completely to carry on the Cousland name if the worst should happen.
But don't worry about me, dear boy.
You'll have enough to occupy your mind while I'm gone.
I would hope, dear boy, that you planned to wait for us before taking your leave?
Be well, my son.
I will pray for your safety every day you are gone.
I keep telling you, no darkspawn will ever best me.
And miss having both my children in one place before I leave?
Not likely.
The Maker sustain and preserve us all.
Watch over our sons, husbands, and fathers and bring them safely back to us.
And bring us some ale and wenches while you're at it.
Err... for the men, of course.
Fergus!
You would say this in front of your mother?
What's a wench?
Is that what you pull on to get the bucket out of the well?
A wench is a woman that pours the ale in a tavern, Oren.
Or a woman who drinks a lot of ale.
Bryce!
Maker's breath, it's like living with a pair of small boys.
Thankfully, I have a daughter.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I'll miss you, Mother dear.
You'll take care of her, Sister, won't you?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I'll miss you, Mother dear.
You'll take care of her, Brother, won't you?
Bryce!
Maker's breath, I swear it's like living with a pack of small boys.
Maker's blood, what's happening?
You're bleeding!
Howe's men... found me first.
Almost... did me in right there.
Duncan... found me.
Brought me here.
And left you lying in your own blood?
We must get you out of here!
I...
I won't survive the standing, I think.
Only... if you're willing to leave pieces of me behind, pup.
Bryce!
This is no time for jokes!
Someone... must reach Fergus... tell him what has happened.
I... wish I could. <desc>Groans</desc>
Bryce, no!
The servants' passage is right here!
We can flee together, find you healing magic!
The castle is surrounded& I cannot make it.
If he lives, yes.
Yes... vengeance.
Once Howe's men break through the gate, they will find us!
We must go!
Ah, my darling girl... if only will could make it so.
Ah, my boy... if only will could make it so.
He can't... get away with this!
The king will... <desc>groans</desc>
Bryce!
We must get you out of here!
Was I brought here for a reason?
So you're not leaving until tomorrow?
Is your family here, Arl Howe?
And you, Arl Howe.
I've no interest in an arranged marriage.
Thomas is a few years younger than I am.
I'll do my best, Father.
Are you certain?
What's involved with such a task?
Is that really necessary?
What?
Why can't I go into battle with you and Fergus?
Very well.
I'll do what you think is best.
That's not fair!
I want to fight!
If you don't send me, <emp>I'll</emp> kill you.
Let me talk to her.
I'll convince her.
To what end?
Delilah is quite a bit younger than I am.
I'll go now.
Is sending all of our forces south a good idea?
In case of what?
This is why I should go with you.
And what can I do with a handful of guards?
I'll do my best, Father.
I swear it.
All right, now you're scaring me, Father!
Where do you think Fergus is?
Are you sure you'll be all right?
He just might need those prayers.
Fergus will be fine.
You could have delivered your message yourself, Father.
A good shield would be more useful.
I'll <emp>kill</emp> Howe for what he's done!
How did you get here?
You can hardly move!
We need to get you out of here!
Then we'll simply have to drag you out.
You can tell him yourself, Father.
Howe must have something planned for him, too.
That he is the new teyrn?
And take <emp>vengeance</emp>.
Then we will stay and defend you.
Get up, and let's go!
That's not true!
You'll be fine!
Why is Howe doing this?!
Is there really gonna be a war, papa?
Will you bring me back a sward?
That's "sword," Oren.
And I'll get you the mightiest one I can find, I promise.
I'll be back before you know it.
I wish victory was indeed so certain.
My heart is... disquiet.
Don't frighten the boy, love.
I speak the truth.
And here's my little sister to see me off.
Now dry your eyes, love, and wish me well.
And here's my little brother to see me off.
Now dry your eyes, love, and wish me well.
Ha!
When there's a man in your life, you'll understand.
Ha!
When there's a woman in your life, you'll understand.
Such a thing would bring shame upon this house, Sister.
But if it's true, you must be discreet.
I'm... not sure how I should take that, love.
As the advice of a practical Antivan woman, my dear.
Bold words, little brother.
I mean a real woman, not a turn in the straw.
Fergus!
Language!
You like to play in the stable too, Uncle?
I like to hide in the hay.
Don't you listen to this.
If I catch you with your clothes full of straw again, I'll send you to Mother Mallol!
But mama!
She talks <emp>forever</emp>!
One day you'll meet someone who can handle you.
Mark my words.
He is as mortal as anyone, despite his refusal to believe.
Now, love.
No need to be grim.
Stay.
I'd like to say farewell.
Then the arl's men <emp>are</emp> delayed.
You'd think his men were all walking backwards. <desc>Sigh</desc>
Well, I'd better get underway.
So many darkspawn to behead, so little time!
Off we go, then.
I'll see you soon, my love.
Word from the south is that the battles have gone well.
There's no evidence that this is a true Blight--just a large raid.
Could that be true?
I'll see for myself soon enough.
Pray for me, love, and I'll be back within a month or two.
Really?!
Was he riding a griffon?
Shush, Oren.
Griffons only exist in stories now.
I'd heard that.
Did he say why he's come?
You'd think every Grey Warden in Ferelden would have headed south already.
No matter.
Good for him!
I hope he makes it.
If I were a Grey Warden, though, I'd have my eye on you---not that Father would ever allow it.
Oh?
If I were a Grey Warden, little sister, I'd have my eye on you.
Not that Father would ever allow it.
Oh?
If I were a Grey Warden, little brother, I'd have my eye on you.
Not that Father would ever allow it.
If it's any consolation, I'm sure I'll freeze in the southern rain and be completely jealous of you up here, warm and safe.
I am positively thrilled that you will be so miserable, husband.
I wish you could come!
It'll be tiring, killing all those darkspawn myself.
In Antiva, a woman fighting in battle would be... unthinkable.
Is that so?
I always heard Antivan women were quite dangerous.
With kindness and poison only, my husband.
This from the woman who serves me my tea. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
Surely your father would not place both his heirs in danger.
Mother and Father have been fighting about it for days.
It's too bad; I could have used you at my side.
You two are nauseating me.
Men are overrated.
No fewer than three, if you please.
Women are overrated.
Who said I don't have one now?
I prefer my freedom, thank you.
No darkspawn could harm Fergus!
Should I wait outside?
I bring a message: Father wants you to leave without him.
Do you really think the war will be over quickly?
Did you know there's a Grey Warden in the castle?
He's going to test Ser Gilmore.
He says he's recruiting.
You'll be missed, Brother.
I wish I could go with you.
Just let me know when you two are finished.
There you are!
Your mother told me the teyrn had summoned you, so I didn't want to interrupt.
Yes, I saw the arl arrive.
I fear your hound has the kitchens in uproar once again.
You know these mabari hounds.
He'll listen to his mistress, but anyone else risks having an arm bitten off.
That would be wise.
Before Nan tears down the walls.
Your mother insists that you take care of this now.
You're quite lucky to have your own mabari war hound, you know.
Smart enough not to talk, my father used to say.
Of course, that means he's easily bored.
Nan swears he confounds her just to amuse himself.
She was entertaining Lady Landra and her son when I left her.
Perhaps in the atrium?
Err... before we go, my lady, might I beg a question?
I've heard from several people that a Grey Warden is here.
Is that true?
Awed, more like.
The reputation of the Grey Wardens as mythical warriors is unsurpassed.
It's just that... the gate guards said this Warden asked after me by name.
Do you know if that's true?
Then... is it also true this Grey Warden was asking after me?
<desc>Sigh</desc> As you wish.
Although it's going to drive me mad until I find out.
Can you imagine?
Me?
A Grey Warden!
It would be everything I've dreamed of!
Of course, I shouldn't get ahead of myself.
Pardon my outburst.
Maybe?
Have mercy!
Is he asking after me or not?
Maker's breath!
Are you certain?
Err... before we go, my lord, might I beg a question?
Your mother was quite specific--"unless the castle is under attack, you get that dog before doing anything else." Her words, not mine.
Just follow the yelling.
When Nan's unhappy, she makes sure everyone knows it.
I'm not willing to test that.
You know these mabari hounds.
They listen only to their master; anyone else risks having an arm bitten off.
Your mother disagrees.
She insists you collect the dog, and quickly.
No matter how the maids try to keep him out, he always finds a way in.
Pardon my manners, my lord.
It's simply that I've been looking all over the castle for you.
Ha!
Pardon my abruptness, my lady.
It's simply that I've been looking everywhere for you.
We really should go after your hound, my lady, before he does something worse.
We really should go after your hound, my lord, before he does something worse.
Of course, my lady.
Lead on.
Of course, my lord.
Lead on.
Well, you know I've served your father for years, since my own father sent me to squire here.
My father is a minor lord in the Bannorn, but our land is little more than a glorified farmstead.
I do miss it, though.
The valleys of the Bannorn are beautiful this time of year.
I take great pride in serving the teyrn.
Still, if I had the opportunity to join the Grey Wardens, I wouldn't hesitate.
With his blessing, I imagine.
Joining the Wardens is the highest service one can render.
Oh, it's no bother.
I should make sure that Nan is settled, anyhow, or your mother will have my hide.
Your mother feels otherwise.
Once we've dealt with your hound, I'm happy to let you go.
I would, were it my choice.
Your father decided I should remain with the complement guarding the castle.
I hope that's because this Grey Warden wishes to see me.
Only what everyone hears.
I never expected to actually see one.
So few of them are here in Ferelden.
If you like.
As you wish... but what if the Grey Warden tries to recruit you?
Have you thought about it?
Too bad.
It's unlikely that the Wardens would risk your father's wrath.
I suppose you have many other options.
Me, I would give anything to be recruited.
Begging your pardon, my lady, but you are no ordinary woman.
You're strong, skilled, and easily the equal of any man, on the field or off.
The Grey Wardens would be fools to overlook you.
Surely you jest, my lord.
You're strong, skilled, and easily the equal of men twice your age.
He could change his mind.
Grey Wardens are notorious for doing whatever is necessary to fight the darkspawn.
Scribe Aldous once told me that the Grey Wardens used to burn entire villages to keep them out of darkspawn hands.
If they have to.
A few villages are a small price to pay to save the world.
I only know that once you become a Grey Warden, your old life is over.
There's no going back.
I hear they only recruit the most skilled.
It'd be disappointing if that wasn't true.
Never.
You hear about darkspawn attacking homesteads and travelers, but...
I thought they were just stories.
We should go to the kitchens as your mother requested.
I don't want her angry at me.
We'd best go into the larder while we can, before Nan runs for the guards.
Giant rats?
It's like the start of every bad adventure tale my grandfather used to tell.
Your hound must have chased them in through their holes.
Looks like he wasn't raiding the larder after all.
<desc>Excited bark!</desc>
He's certainly done the castle a favor by rooting them out.
Doubtful.
Look at the garbage they got into... your hound doesn't eat like that.
He's much more finicky.
I've seen larger.
They come up from the Korcari Wilds sometimes.
Those were rats from the Korcari Wilds.
Best not to tell Nan.
She's upset enough as it is.
But seeing as you've got your mabari well in hand, I'll be on my way.
I'm to prepare for the arrival of more of the arl's men.
We'd best get to the kitchens before Nan decides to up and leave, don't you think?
You know what your mother would say.
Your Ladyship!
My lord!
You're both alive!
I was certain Howe's men had gotten through!
He was looking for you two.
He told us to hold the hall as long as possible.
When I realized what was happening, it was all I could do to shut the gates.
But they won't keep Howe's men out long!
If you've another way out of the castle, use it quickly!
They won't hold!
It will only delay the inevitable.
If I do that, you won't make it out before the gates fall.
When I last saw the teyrn, he'd been badly wounded.
I urged him not to go, but he was determined to find you.
He went towards the kitchen.
I believe he thought to find you at the servants' exit in the larder.
Bless you, Ser Gilmore.
Maker watch over you!
Maker watch over us all.
They killed Oriana, and Oren...
I can't believe-- Are you injured?
Don't worry about me, your Ladyship.
Thank the Maker you two are unharmed.
Go!
Man the gate!
Keep those bastards out as long as you can!
Good thing, too, considering Father's company.
Why are you looking for me?
So why look for me?
Do something.
Then I guess I should go collect him.
I'm busy at the moment.
Stupid dog!
He never behaves.
Where is my mother, exactly?
You sound quite excited.
Don't let it concern you, Ser Gilmore.
It's true.
He's talking to my father right now.
His name is Duncan.
I met him.
I really don't have time to gossip, Ser Gilmore.
I'm not certain.
Maybe.
Fine.
Yes.
He thinks you might be recruit material.
Just joking!
Yes, he wants to test you.
He intends to test you for recruitment.
I need to talk to my brother, first.
To the kitchen, then.
He knows better than to hurt anyone.
Nan is just blowing off steam.
She's always been like that.
Did the dog get into the larder again?
She was my nanny before she was the cook.
Nan won't leave.
Hello to you, too, Ser Gilmore.
Let's keep going.
Tell me about yourself, Ser Gilmore.
You would leave my father's service?
I really don't need you to accompany me, you know.
Why aren't you marching with our men?
Do you know much about the Grey Wardens?
I really don't know how I feel about it.
I wish he would recruit me.
I wouldn't want to become a Grey Warden.
Why would he recruit me?
He assured my father he wouldn't recruit me.
So they'll kill people to protect them?
What happens if the Grey Wardens recruit you?
Are Grey Wardens really as skilled as the legends say?
Have you ever seen darkspawn?
So my hound put me in danger.
Great.
Maybe it was just a coincidence?
Those were very large rats!
It certainly looks that way.
Have you seen my father?!
Howe, that treacherous bastard!
No!
I'll help you hold the gates!
Come with us!
We need to find Father!
They <emp>did</emp> get through!
Evening, my lord.
Where is the teyrn?
Does he live?
My lord is very kind.
Thank you.
It is good to see you again, my lord.
And you also, Ser Gilmore.
Farewell, my lord.
Aren't we doing just that?
What else did you have in mind?
And I you, my lord. 
Another time, I hope.
My time is not my own, of course, but if Lady Landra's path should cross yours, I would love to see you.
I...
I see.
I think I might like that.
If I come to your door once everyone is asleep& would that be agreeable, my lord?
Ah.
I misunderstood you, then.
Until tonight, then.
Did I not overhear you proposing the same to Lady Landra's son?
Whatever you are thinking, I want nothing of it.
Please excuse me.
I am an open book, my lord.
What would you like to know?
Perhaps I should not take up your time further, then.
Good evening, my lord.
That is... an awkward question.
What do you mean?
Sometimes.
But to be honest, we elves have lost much of our history.
Few speak our language anymore, and many do not know what being elven means.
We live amongst you, worship as you do, sing the same songs, eat the same foods.
I am a Fereldan woman, yet my race will always set me apart.
Well... that is not an easy question.
I think that conversation would take far more time than we have now.
Some humans, yes.
Without question.
No longer.
I have little time for such things.
Sometimes.
But I take comfort in time with my daughter.
Between caring for my daughter and Lady Landra... very little.
Though I would not rule it out if... the right person came along.
You flatter me, my lord.
I am not so pretty that suitors are lining up, if that's what you mean.
Lady Landra's manor is not half so large as your castle, so my family lives in the Alienage.
There we do not& stand out quite so much.
In an alienage, my daughter learns what it means to be elven... as much as possible.
So much of our history has been lost.
My family has been in service to hers for many years.
Lady Landra elevated my place as a reward for our loyalty.
I hope this position might pass to my daughter.
Lady Landra is good to her elven servants.
That is not true in many households, but I hear it is in yours.
It speaks well of your father to show such compassion.
I have risen very high, for my people.
I would not tempt fate by wishing more.
Forgive me; I shouldn't have mentioned her.
She... does.
Many people say she looks a great deal like me.
I am the only one who sees her father in her.
Her... name is Amethyne.
Her father died of a wasting sickness two years ago.
Amethyne is my life.
You will know when you have children.
This is why your mother protects you from the coming battle.
Thank you.
He is with the Maker now.
Lady Landra has been very good to me.
I am lucky.
If I may& your mother has no ladies-in-waiting, herself.
Is that usual for a noblewoman of her rank?
If I may& I see that you have no ladies-in-waiting.
Is this usual for a noblewoman of your rank?
That is a very Fereldan attitude, I think, to be so self-sufficient.
You are very kind, my lady.
I am nobody special...
You make me blush.
That is not a sentiment I see amongst other noblewomen.
That is a wonderful dog!
He seems very noble and intelligent.
I look forward to this evening, my lord.
Good evening.
I think we should get to know each other better.
Nothing.
Forget I mentioned it.
I'm not sure.
I just like you, that's all.
Getting together and talking, after all this is over?
Something more intimate, later on in my room.
On second thought, maybe not.
Yes, that would be very agreeable.
Please, call me <FirstName/>.
Nothing, sorry.
What do you think of humans?
Do you find them very different from your own people?
Do you resent humans for what they've done to your people?
Do you find humans attractive?
The reverse is true enough.
Is there anyone special back home?
It must get very lonely.
Have you thought about it?
Surely you're joking.
Someone as beautiful as you?
Where were you born?
I'd like to ask you about something else.
Do you enjoy living there?
How did you come to know Lady Landra?
It sounds like Lady Landra has been good to you.
You don't hope for more for your daughter?
You have a daughter?
I bet she has your beautiful eyes.
Tell me about her.
It's quite all right.
You speak of her fondly.
I'm sorry to hear that.
I haven't seen many elven ladies-in-waiting.
Maybe a little.
She's never desired one.
If she found a maid like you, I might encourage her.
She doesn't care to be fussed over.
Maybe a little.
I've never needed one.
If I had a maid like yourself, I might consider it.
I don't like others serving me.
Maker prepare a place for us.
Redeem our world from sin.
Forgive our transgressions.
Maker forgive us all.
Have you come to pray for your brother and father?
I'd be happy to ask for the Maker's blessings with you.
I would think that a woman who desires to spend her life on the battlefield would show more humility.
I would think a man who desires to spend his life on the battlefield would show more humility.
I would hope that one who may succeed the teyrn would value piety more than that.
I prayed that the danger your brother and father face might change your mind.
It saddens me that you will walk alone in this world and the hereafter, by your choice of blindness.
But I will bother you no further.
I must yet administer to soldiers who will appreciate it.
Excuse me.
The prophet Andraste herself once doubted the path before her.
Perhaps we should pray as she did.
Creator of the Heavens, World, and Seas, we beseech you: Your daughter is astray, lost in the wood of desolation.
May the flame of your truth guide her home.
So let it be.
Creator of the Heavens, World, and Seas, we beseech you: Your son is astray, lost in the wood of desolation.
May the flame of your truth guide him home.
So let it be.
I sincerely hope your soul is at ease.
Now I shall pray for your father and your brother.
Join in if your heart compels you.
Because of your brother's departure?
It troubles me to see cares hang heavy on such young shoulders.
Your father does well to put such trust in you.
I will pray for the safety of your father and your brother.
Join in if your heart compels you.
Your insight and cleverness would be of great aid.
But your father doubtlessly fears risking both his children in battle.
Your prowess would be of great aid, but your father doubtlessly fears risking both his children in the battle.
Would it not make <emp>you</emp> feel better?
There may not be another time.
Please, child.
Call me "Mallol." I've known you since you were a wee babe, after all.
Creator of the Sky, the Land, and the Sea, hear your people in our time of need.
Your faith is silent tonight.
I hope you are just deep in reflection.
There now.
I'll be keeping a vigil tonight.
You're welcome to come.
There are many more who must receive the Maker's blessings before they leave.
If you would excuse me?
We shall talk once the soldiers have departed.
I cannot.
Many await my attendance before they march into the unknown.
It is the least I could do.
If the worst comes to pass, child, take comfort in knowing that the Maker's will takes many forms.
I'm sorry, child, but I must attend to the spiritual needs of those heading into battle.
Perhaps tomorrow we may talk more.
I don't see the point.
I've told you before I don't believe in the Maker.
I don't think anyone hears our prayers, Mallol.
<act>Say nothing.</act>
I'm just feeling frustrated.
I just have a bad feeling.
I should be going with him.
If it will make you feel better.
I suppose it would.
Perhaps later.
Then let us pray, Mother Mallol.
I would appreciate that, Mother Mallol.
Maker watch over us.
I should go, anyway.
Could you answer a few questions?
Thank you, Mallol.
And my dear Bryce brought this back from Orlais last year.
The marquis who gave it to him was drunk, I understand, and mistook Bryce for the king.
Ah, here is my lovely daughter.
I take it by the presence of that troublesome hound of yours that the situation in the kitchen is handled?
Don't say such things.
Your mabari adores you.
And he is a marvelous protector.
See?
I'll assume that means Nan is back to work, so my guests may eat soon.
Darling, you remember Lady Landra?
Bann Loren's wife?
Well, at least one of us will have had a decent dinner.
Perhaps your hound left something I can feed my guests.
Darling, you remember Lady Landra?
Bann Loren's wife?
You've always had a way with her.
Darling, you remember Lady Landra?
Bann Loren's wife?
Ah, marvelous!
Just the thing for my guests to hear right before dinner.
Darling, you remember Lady Landra?
Bann Loren's wife?
Ah, here is my younger son.
I take it by the presence of that troublesome hound of yours that the situation in the kitchen is handled?
Ah, here is my daughter, along with Ser Gilmore.
Not just yet, your Ladyship.
Darling, do take care of that.
That malodorous hound of yours is an excellent protector, but he drives Nan to distraction.
Don't give Mother a headache.
As your Ladyship commands.
Good.
With any luck, I'll be able to feed my guests before the end of next week.
Darling, you remember Lady Landra?
I think we last met at your mother's spring salon.
The pride of my loins.
Can you believe I haven't found a husband for my delicate flower yet?
And I just happen to have brought my son!
Mother, I'm standing right here.
The pride of my loins.
Can you believe he hasn't landed a wife with that silver tongue?
Perhaps he uses it for better things than words.
How much have you drunk this time, Mother?
You're too kind, dear girl.
Didn't I spend half the salon trying to convince you to marry my son?
And made a very poor case for it, I might add.
You're too kind, dear boy.
Didn't I spend half the salon shamelessly flirting with you?
Right in front of your family, too.
I am so proud of my pup's mastery of tact and diplomacy.
Well, it was a lovely salon, from what little I remember. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Which wouldn't be much, considering we had to pour you into the carriage afterwards.
You remember my son, Dairren?
He's riding with your father tomorrow.
It's good to see you again, my lord.
You will be missed.
You remember my son, Dairren?
I believe you two sparred in the last tourney.
And you beat me handily, as I recall.
It's good to see you again, my lord.
Don't be rude.
Dairren is riding with your father, and I'm going to spend some time with Lady Landra while he's gone.
You remember my son, Dairren?
He's not married yet, either.
Don't listen to her.
It's good to see you again, my lady.
You're looking as beautiful as ever.
I beg your pardon?
Her diplomatic skills will earn her a post in Orlais, just you wait.
And this is my lady-in-waiting, Iona.
Do say something, dear.
It is a great honor, my lord.
I have heard many wonderful things about you.
Don't look now, Eleanor, but I believe the girl has a crush on your lad.
Lady Landra!
Hush, Landra.
You'll turn the poor thing scarlet.
As it... pleases you, my lord.
I think perhaps I shall rest now, my dear.
Dairren, I will see you and Iona at supper.
Perhaps we'll retire to the study for now.
Good evening, your Lordship.
Good evening, your Lordship, Ser Gilmore.
I would like that, my lady.
Aware that my husband and son are about to ride off to battle and perhaps never return?
Quite.
All evidence to the contrary.
Of course, darling.
You must have many things to do before Fergus and your father leave.
You can go to the kitchen and deal with your hound.
It is a great pleasure, my lady.
You are as pretty as your mother describes.
You would think that would make it easier to make a match for her, not more difficult.
Perhaps your daughter simply has a mind of her own, your Ladyship.
You should be proud.
Proud doesn't get me any more grandchildren.
And she says that after seeing you whacking stuffed men in the courtyard, sweating like a mule.
Your daughter's prowess with the blade is most impressive.
I was quite the battle maiden myself, in my day.
But I think it was the softer arts that helped me land a husband.
I'm not asking you to travel to the moon.
The kitchen is just around the corner.
You're talking about the woman who helped raise you and your brother.
Don't be unkind.
Your father acquired that mabari for you at great cost, and the dog adores you.
The least you could do is keep him out of trouble.
Not to mention that I don't need my kitchen servants eaten.
Ah, here is my son, along with Ser Gilmore.
So you managed to solve Nan's dog issues?
I'll take that as a yes.
Good work, darling.
Now you should say goodbye to Fergus before he leaves, don't you think?
I will see you soon.
I love you, my darling girl.
You know that, don't you?
Indeed.
I turned around and here you are, a fine woman in your own right.
I love you, my darling boy.
You know that, don't you?
Go do what you must, then.
I will see you soon.
You've grown up so fast.
And now Bryce is leaving you in charge of the castle&
I suppose there's no point in dwelling on it.
Indeed.
I turned around and here you are, a fine man in your own right.
But that doesn't mean I have to like it.
For a few days.
Then I'll travel with Lady Landra to her estate and keep her company for a time.
Your father thinks my presence here might undermine your authority.
Good.
I was worried you might be nervous about running the castle alone.
I needn't have been concerned.
Delightful.
Then there's no argument.
Don't worry, my dear.
It won't be long.
As do I.
Your father and brother are marching off to fight Maker-knows-what.
All the assurances in the world don't comfort me.
But it wouldn't help for us to take up arms and follow.
Fergus and your father have their duty and we have ours.
I know it's difficult to stay in the castle and watch others ride off, but we must see to our duties first.
You understand that, don't you?
Trust me, you'll get your chance for excitement soon enough.
You are--here.
Trust me, you'll get your chance for excitement soon enough.
It's in the Maker's hands now, and we must cope as best we can.
If he's not out with his men, probably upstairs with Oriana.
Yes, your father mentioned that.
You haven't gotten it into your head that you want to be recruited?
Keep it that way.
You've enough to do here at the castle without chasing darkspawn.
There's enough here at the castle to occupy you.
I don't need you off chasing danger like your brother.
Nor I.
And I do realize you didn't answer my question.
I daresay I can hear Nan shouting from here.
Perhaps if you hurry, you can keep her from having a fit.
You should say goodbye to Fergus while you have the chance.
Darling!
I heard fighting outside and I feared the worst!
Are you hurt?
What?
Not Landra's son!
But why?
What?
The elven girl?
But why?
A scream woke me up.
There were men in the hall, so I barred the door.
Did you see their shields?
Those are Howe's men!
Why would they attack us?!
If Howe is behind this, I'll cut his lying throat myself!
Have you seen your father?
He never came to bed!
No!
I won't believe that.
We must find him!
Andraste's mercy!
What if the soldiers went into your brother's room first?
Let's check on them!
Quickly!
Then we'll look for Bryce downstairs!
We must fight our way to him.
Your father needs us both.
I am no Orlesian wallflower--give me a sword and I'll use it!
Now let's go!
I most certainly will not!
We must find him!
You don't think Howe's men were delayed... on purpose?
That bastard!
I'll cut his lying throat myself!
Oh dear, that can't all be your blood?
We have bandages here--I'll get them.
They never got through the door, thanks to you.
We must go downstairs and find out what's happening!
We must get to the castle gates!
That's surely where your father is.
We must get to the larder quickly!
I pray that Mother Mallol has escaped.
They would not commit that sacrilege on top of everything else, would they?
Blast it!
We'll have to go around!
We're getting close to the treasury.
The Cousland family blade lies inside.
Here, darling, take my key.
That blade cannot fall into Howe's hands; it should sever his treacherous head!
Use that key I gave you.
That blade cannot fall into Howe's hands.
Poor Aldous!
You will be avenged, old sage, I swear it!
Dear Landra!
I'm...
I'm so sorry.
If she hadn't come to me...
If she hadn't been here...
Can you hear the fighting?
Howe's men must be everywhere.
My only grandchild is a ravaged corpse.
What do I care about danger?
The servants' passage leads out from the larder.
But we must find your father, first.
The front gates.
That's where your father must be.
If Howe's men are inside, they must already control the castle.
We must use the servants' entry in the larder to escape.
Do you hear me?
Then lets find out for ourselves.
But if Howe's trap has snapped shut, escaping may not be easy.
Then survive and visit vengeance upon him!
Then let us be swift.
Listen, darling, we haven't much time.
If we can't find your father, you <emp>must</emp> get out of here alive.
Without you and Fergus, the entire Cousland line dies here.
I have my treasury key.
We could go there first and take the Cousland sword from the vault.
If anything is worth fighting to keep out of Howe's hands, it's that sword.
But it may be a dangerous path.
Don't be foolish!
You would throw your life away!
Perhaps we can salvage some things here, darling.
Some of your father's belongings are in that trunk.
No!
My little Oren!
What manner of fiend slaughters innocents?!
Did you not hear Ser Gilmore?
We must go while we can!
I'd rather not keep chasing this stupid dog.
Nan's head exploded and my hound ate the kitchen staff.
Yes, Mother.
Nan is back to work as we speak.
Yes.
There were giant rats in the larder.
I'm sure they'll fight it out.
Of course.
It is good to see you again, my lady.
Weren't you drunk?
I'd rather be riding with him, myself.
Mother, why are these people here?
You're being modest.
You fought very well.
And you, Dairren.
You're looking handsome, yourself.
Go soak your head.
Perhaps we should speak alone sometime, Iona?
Perhaps we should speak alone sometime, Dairren?
You are aware that we're at war?
I can handle my own affairs, thank you.
May I go now, Mother?
Father sent me to talk to Fergus.
Perhaps we need a new cook.
I'll just get rid of him, then.
I'm hardly a girl any longer.
What brought this on?
I'm hardly a boy any longer.
Are you staying at the castle?
I was about to suggest that, myself.
I don't think you should go.
I have a bad feeling about all this.
Why can't I go with Father and Fergus?
Yes, I understand.
I could make a difference!
What if they fall without me?
Do you know where Fergus might be?
Did you know there's a Grey Warden here?
Father wouldn't allow it.
The darkspawn have returned.
Grey Wardens are needed.
Those men killed Dairren!
Those men killed Iona!
I'm fine.
What's going on?!
Maybe you want to find Howe and ask him?
He could already be dead, Mother.
We should check on Oriana and Oren, as well.
It sounds like the battle's downstairs.
Can you still handle a weapon, Mother?
Maybe he stayed up with Arl Howe.
No, I haven't.
I was in my room.
I don't know, Mother, but we need to get out of here.
He's betrayed Father!
He attacks while our troops are gone!
Yes...
I need some aid.
I was about to ask you that!
I don't want you in danger, Mother.
How can we get out of the castle?
You don't need to tell me twice!
We don't know that's true.
I want Howe dead!
I hear you.
What if Father isn't there?
We can't just let Howe win!
Is there nothing else we can do?
What if Father isn't at the front gates?
That's it?
We can't just let Howe win!
No!
We must fight!
Then let's go to the treasury.
What should we do?
Then we should take the fight to them!
Hello, my dear girl.
<desc>Groan</desc> Do we have to?
History is boring!
Boys, you are referring to the Couslands... the very family in whose castle you live!
Show some respect!
Perhaps you could help me with that.
Might you join me in teaching this lesson?
Perhaps you could make the topic more... palatable for these lads and their miniscule intellects?
Unfortunate, but as you wish.
Awww!
Does that mean we have to listen to you, now?
Silence!
I will not have you two becoming smart-mouthed hooligans!
Perhaps you should go.
I doubt they need any more distraction.
I'm just going to settle in here and... apparently just talk to myself... <desc>mumbling</desc>
Wonderful!
The Cousland history is long, indeed.
Where shall we start?
The history between the Couslands and the Howes reaches back to the Orlesian occupation.
To understand your family's history with the Howes, you must know about the revolution against Orlais.
During the rebellion against Orlais, several battles were fought near Highever.
The port village of Harper's Ford was the teyrnir's center.
Its arl was Tarleton Howe.
Though nearly ninety, he was still as sharp and bitter as cheap ale.
Your grandfather openly supported the rebellion, but Howe sided with Orlais.
Your family was forced to seize Harper's Ford before it was all over.
The Howes eventually joined the rebellion, when all of Ferelden united behind King Maric and General Loghain.
Correct.
That caused a rift between the two families, as you might imagine.
True, but if you expect to rule simply on writ, you'll find yourself ousted by a coalition of angry arls.
Your grandfather couldn't afford to lose Harper's Ford.
In keeping the town, your family drove Orlais from its lands.
During your grandfather's rule.
Of course, Orlais found it difficult to hold these lands.
Well I'm glad some of my lessons don't disappear into that yawning chasm between your ears, young lady.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I'm glad some of my lessons don't disappear into that yawning chasm between your ears, young man.
If I were truly a skilled tutor, I suspect I would not encounter such insouciance amongst my pupils.
You can look that up later.
A pity you don't spend the same care whetting the edge of your mind as your tongue.
It seems you have already plumbed the depths of your potential, then.
A pity.
I expect one who holds sway over the lives of others to keep a sharp mind... as does your father.
At any rate, your family has held the teyrnir of Highever since before King Calenhad united Ferelden.
In fact, Teyrna Elethea Cousland battled Calenhad to maintain Highever's independence.
Calenhad wished to unite Ferelden, not conquer it.
After Elethea's men were defeated, Calenhad asked her to swear fealty.
The boulder where they held council still stands today as a memorial of the event.
The Couslands are ardent royalists now, but at that time, Calenhad was unknown and considered dangerous by many.
When Calenhad's army reached Highever, Teyrna Elethea led the local banns against him.
Obviously, Calenhad won.
Records are vague, but the Couslands became teyrns during the Black Age.
Is that familiar, child?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Every day I pray to the Maker that my lessons will stick, and every day He tasks me anew.
Good!
I'm pleased some of my lessons seem to have stuck.
At that time, your family held only the minor title of "bann." When the werewolves reached this area, Bann Mather Cousland organized a curfew and patrols within the city.
Several other local banns supported his efforts by swearing oaths of fealty, making him their teyrn.
If the mind is not exercised, it withers just as the body does.
Perhaps you'd care to join me in teaching the lesson?
I see you haven't changed.
Perhaps it would benefit you to join our lesson?
Hello, my dear boy.
<desc>Snoring</desc>
They could do with some discipline.
No, thank you.
I must attend to an important task.
I'm a bit old for lessons, I think.
I'm quite familiar with the subject matter.
I don't think so.
Carry on.
I doubt that's possible.
Certainly.
I'd be happy to.
Come to think of it, I have things I must do.
Tell about our relationship with Arl Howe.
Spare me the war stories, please.
But my father and Arl Howe are old friends.
Time to end the lesson, I think.
Unfortunate, but we couldn't lose Harper's Ford.
As was our right.
The Howes are our vassals.
We fought the Howes?
When did Orlais occupy Highever?
We predate the founding of the kingdom, yes?
It's your skill as a tutor, of course.
Your lecturing <emp>does</emp> lead to yawning.
I'm doing the best I can.
I don't advise insulting me, old man.
I suppose we lost.
And Calenhad let us keep the teyrnir?
We opposed the king?
When was our line founded?
During the lycanthrope plagues?
Still the same taskmaster, I see?
It's all right.
It <emp>is</emp> boring.
We will serve you while the teyrn is away.
The teyrn and the arl are leaving before dawn?
It will be such a long night!
<desc>Sigh</desc> We'll be up very late tonight giving the arl's men proper quarters.
A whole darkspawn army in the south!
Surely, that's not true!
The castle is so eerie with everyone preparing to ride south.
It will be so empty!
We must get out!
They're slaughtering everyone!
We will serve you well while the teyrn is gone.
The teyrn and the arl are supposed to leave before dawn!
It will be a long night.
<desc>Sigh</desc> We'll be up very late tonight so the arl's men can be given proper quarters.
A whole darkspawn army in the south!
Surely it cannot be true!
Maker help us all!
We're going to die!
Mother says the darkspawn will all be killed and I won't see one.
Is that true?
I'm going to be a knight just like my father.
Then I'll kill darkspawn, too!
Are you marching off to war, too?
I wish I was old enough to fight.
I have to read this whole chapter?
Some of these words are so big!
This is boring.
Why do we have to read books, anyway?
I want to learn how to use a sword!
Maker help us all!
We're gonna die!
<desc>Screams</desc> Run!
Run!!
<desc>Help your mother before the soldiers break down the door!</desc>
For Howe!
No mercy!
Where is the teyrn?!
Tell us!
The castle has fallen!
I'm getting out of here!
<desc>Screams</desc> Here they come!
They're right behind me!
Y-yes, my lady!
Here... here they come!
Y-yes, my lord!
Here... here they come!
Go, man!
Save yourself!
Wait!
What's happening?!
Run, if you're such a coward!
Don't be a coward!
Stand and fight!
Motivation Invalid
Animal
Faith
Glory
Good
Greed
Honor
Knowledge
Pleasure
Power
Conversations
<emp>Support Lord Dace's cause</emp>
Lord Dace has asked you to show your support for his cause in front of the gathered nobles.
He wants Orzammar to accept the surface-caste into the houses they once belonged to.
You did what Dace wanted, and spoke out for the surface caste.
The other nobles may not like this development, but it was probably the right thing to do.
You led Lord Dace to believe that you would speak for his cause, but instead you humiliated him in front of all the nobles.
A Noble Favor
Proving your Worth
<emp>Win the Provings being held in your honor</emp>
You have decided to fight in your own Proving.
It's time to show everyone how a real warrior does battle.
You've been declared the champion of your own Provings.
Orzammar will not forget your showing for a long time to come.
This is a glory Proving, fought under the watchful eyes of the Paragons of Orzammar for the honor of House Aeducan.
Ash Warrior Leader
Elven Messenger
Daveth
Gambling Guards
Mischief in the Larder
Sick Mabari
Deception Revealed
You have dealt with your dog and Ser Gilmore has gone back to his duties.
Faithful Canine
After some flirtation, Lady Landra's son Dairren has agreed to join you in your rooms for the evening.
Sweet Dairren
<emp>Give the guard's food to the prisoner</emp>
The prisoner in the king's camp has begged you for some food.
You acquired some from his guard, and now must decide if you will give it to the prisoner.
Jory
After some flirtation, Lady Landra's maid Iona has agreed to join you in your rooms for the evening.
Sweet Iona
Dairren has decided against joining you this evening.
The more I hear about this Joining, the less I like it.
Are you blubbering again?
Why all these damned tests?
Have I not earned my place?
Maybe it's tradition.
Maybe they're just trying to annoy you.
I only know that my wife is in Highever with a child on the way.
If they had warned me... it just doesn't seem fair.
Would you have come if they'd warned you?
Maybe that's why they don't.
The Wardens do what they must, right?
Including sacrificing us?
I'd sacrifice a lot more if I knew it would end the Blight.
Yeah, ser knight, try not to wet your trousers until the ritual starts.
You saw those darkspawn, ser knight.
Wouldn't you die to protect your pretty wife from them?
Maybe you'll die.
Maybe we'll all die.
If nobody stops the darkspawn, we'll die for sure.
I've just never faced a foe I could not engage with my blade.
Don't we?
The Grey Wardens have saved the world from darkspawn before.
I'd say they know better than anyone what it takes.
Did you hear?
An entire patrol of seasoned men killed by darkspawn!
Calm down, Ser Jory.
We'll be fine if we're careful.
Those soldiers were careful, and they were still overwhelmed.
How many darkspawn can the four of us slay?
A dozen?
A hundred?
There's an entire <emp>army</emp> in these forests!
There are darkspawn about, but we're in no danger of walking into the bulk of the horde.
How do you know?
I'm not a coward, but this is foolish and reckless.
We should go back.
I still do not relish the thought of encountering an army.
Know this: All Grey Wardens can sense darkspawn.
Whatever their cunning, I guarantee they won't take us by surprise.
That's why I'm here.
You see, ser knight?
We might die, but we'll be warned about it first.
That is... reassuring?
That doesn't mean I'm here to make this easy, however.
So let's get a move on.
I... am simply trying to stay alive.
You do not see me fleeing, do you?
A bit of fear isn't unnatural, you know.
Few relish meeting darkspawn up close.
I know I don't.
I know <emp>I'm</emp> relying on you to protect me.
Bloodthirstiness is such a charming feature, too.
Did you know that?
That's... true.
I don't like this any more than you do.
Will you both shut up?
That's a horrible thing to say.
You make a good point.
But we don't know that, Daveth.
Stop yammering!
You're giving me a headache.
I swear I'm the bravest one here, and I'm a woman.
Are all humans such cowards?
Calm down.
There's nothing we can do about it now.
You forget I have magic at my command.
We'll be fine.
We'll just fight our way out of trouble.
We're far from helpless, here.
We'll be fine.
You sound like a coward to me.
It appears that I am the only man here.
Not many humans, maybe.
I'm looking forward to killing them.
Overcoming these dangers is part of our test.
Iona has decided against joining you later.
Prince Trian Aeducan
Prince Bhelen Aeducan
King Endrin Aeducan
Lord Harrowmont
Lord Meino
Lord Bemot
Lord Ronus Dace
Your light flirtation with Iona has ended in tragedy: She was killed by Arl Howe's men as they took the castle.
Your light flirtation with Dairren has ended in tragedy: He was killed by Arl Howe's men as they took the castle.
Teli
Mardy
Scholar Gertek
Bruntin Vollney
Mandar Dace
Fight Fan
Ser Blackstone
Aller Bemot
Scout
Frandlin Ivo
Panicking
Soldier
King's Guard
Kennel Master
<emp>Enter the sick mabari's pen and muzzle him</emp>
The kennel master at the king's camp has a mabari, a hound bred for intelligence and combat ability.
It has been poisoned by darkspawn blood.
The kennel master has asked you to muzzle the hound so that he may be treated.
<emp>Bring the strange flower to the kennel master</emp>
The kennel master at the king's camp has a mabari, a hound bred for intelligence and combat ability.
The poor thing has been poisoned by darkspawn blood.
You have found the flower the kennel master needs to treat the hound, and should return it to the camp as soon as possible.
Flemeth
Dying Soldier
Tower Guard
Uldred
You know, one good thing about the Blight is how it brings people together.
Is it?
I'm trying to find a bright side to all this.
I suppose it wasn't very convincing.
You're not the first woman to tell me that.
You're not the first to tell me that.
Oh, nothing.
Just trying to find a bright side to all this.
Wait, we haven't met, have we?
I don't suppose you happen to be another mage?
Hardly.
I just like to know my chances of being turned into a toad at any given moment.
And here I thought I'd been yelled at by every mage in camp.
Really?
You don't look like a mage.
Uh... that is...
I mean... how interesting.
Less being yelled at for me, then.
Though the day is still young.
Wait, I <emp>do</emp> know who you are.
You're Duncan's new recruit.
No problem.
It's just my background makes mages nervous.
And nervous mages make me nervous.
I don't want to be a toad; I like the way I am.
Allow me to introduce myself: I'm Alistair, the new Grey Warden, though I guess you knew that.
Good.
You didn't exactly catch me at my finest with the mage there.
Did Duncan mention me?
Nothing bad, I hope.
As the junior member of the order, I'll be accompanying you when you prepare for the Joining.
Honestly, nothing.
Try not to worry about it.
It will... just distract you.
So, I'm curious: Have you ever actually encountered darkspawn before?
When I fought my first one, I wasn't prepared for how monstrous it was.
I can't say I'm looking forward to encountering another.
Anyhow, whenever you're ready let's head back to Duncan.
I imagine he's eager to get things started.
With the mage?
The Circle is here at the king's request and the Chantry doesn't like that one bit.
They just <emp>love</emp> letting mages know how unwelcome they are.
Which puts me in a bit of an awkward position.
I was once a templar.
Not that that's all templars do, but yes.
The Chantry raised me until Duncan recruited me six months ago.
I never would have agreed to deliver it, but Duncan says we're all to cooperate and get along.
Apparently, they didn't get the same speech.
I've only fought them once up close.
And that was before the battles here started... which Duncan has kept me out of so far.
Tell me, did you find them as monstrous as I did?
You'll be at an advantage, then.
Most new recruits have never even <emp>seen</emp> darkspawn.
I'd read so much, but it just can't prepare you.
I don't look forward to seeing them again.
You know... it just occurred to me that there have never been many women in the Grey Wardens.
I wonder why that is?
Would that be so terrible?
Not that I'm some drooling lecher or anything.
Please stop looking at me like that.
I'm getting that impression.
True.
But if you're here, what does that make you?
Right.
Moving along, then.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> All right, all right, fair enough.
Ouch.
Hmm.
There haven't been any dwarven Grey Wardens in some time.
You must know a lot about darkspawn.
Someone like you?
The recruit Duncan's been bragging endlessly about?
Yes, completely untrustworthy.
Oh.
I, uh, guess you've got a more colorful background than Duncan let on. 
But don't worry, you'll see plenty of darkspawn now, and probably sooner than you'd like.
That's a sound policy, to be sure.
But the Grey Wardens have always believed it's important to know your enemy.
To know them is to know how to destroy them.
I never saw one before this began.
I know.
I felt the same way when I did this.
Unfortunately, they don't give us much choice.
Right.
That was the name.
Duncan sent word.
He spoke quite highly of you.
Wait, I <emp>do</emp> know who you are.
You're Duncan's new recruit, from Highever.
Wait, I <emp>do</emp> know who you are.
You're Duncan's new recruit, from the Circle of Magi.
Wait, I <emp>do</emp> know who you are.
You're Duncan's new recruit, the elf from Denerim.
Wait, I <emp>do</emp> know who you are.
You're Duncan's new recruit, the Dalish.
Wait, I <emp>do</emp> know who you are.
You're Duncan's new recruit, from Orzammar.
You never know.
These mages sneak up on you.
Then let's get a move on, shall we?
The one tomorrow?
I'll tell you, it's Teyrn Loghain we should be looking to win it, not the king.
You know, that's a good question.
The other Grey Wardens are riding into battle with the king.
I don't know if you'll be with them.
If we don't break the horde here, Duncan says it will spread until it engulfs all of Ferelden.
Then it will take an alliance of nations to fight it.
Which would be bad.
Neither the king nor the teyrn really seems to believe this is a real Blight, however.
I'm sure Teyrn Loghain has the battle planned to the last detail.
Still... no Blight has ever been defeated with so little cost.
We're at the edge of the Korcari Wilds, the eye of the Blight's storm, right where the horde will be coming.
Ostagar itself is an excellent defensive position.
The wilders were pushed back from here time and again in ancient days.
Cailan just wants his place in history.
The teyrn is planning the strategy.
Errrr, that's my opinion, anyway.
I guess I should be thankful the king favors us Grey Wardens, but I know who's keeping the lid on the pot.
I wish I could tell you more.
Maybe ask me again after Duncan speaks to you about it.
There's... not a lot I can tell you.
We go and collect darkspawn blood, and then you'll hear everything.
Just relax.
You're here now, right?
No, I'm not.
So just back off, all right?
The Joining is kept a secret for a reason.
I...
I really can't.
I'm sorry.
I... look, I can't tell you much, all right?
The Joining is... very unpleasant.
I wish I could forget it, but I can't.
I don't envy what you're going to have to go through.
That's the spirit.
I was scared out of my wits.
But you get through it.
You have to.
The Joining is the price we pay, all of us, for being able to defeat the darkspawn.
You can't refuse.
I guess you could try.
Duncan doesn't usually recruit cowards.
You learn why it's a secret.
I don't know anything about the Harrowing.
We don't do any spells, if that's what you're asking.
If becoming a Grey Warden were easy, we wouldn't recruit the best.
Duncan is the leader of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden... which he would say doesn't mean much, as there aren't many of us here.
Yet.
Beyond that, he's a good man.
A good judge of character.
I owe him a lot.
What about you?
What do you think of him?
That sounds familiar.
Thousands?
Tens of thousands?
They've had centuries to build up their numbers.
The Grey Wardens keep watch.
We... feel the darkspawn when they come.
You'll understand after the Joining, if you... well, you'll understand.
Not to mention people start to notice when darkspawn pour out of the Wilds and taint everything around them.
Just a guess.
We chop off the snake's head.
It's the only way.
According to texts, the most famous Grey Warden leader, Garahel, killed the archdemon Andorhal in personal combat at the Battle of Ayesleigh to end the last Blight.
Without the archdemon to command them, the darkspawn flee back underground.
You want the Chantry's version or the truth?
The truth is, we don't really know.
They come up from the ground and that's as far as we've gotten.
According to the Chant of Light, the Maker imprisoned the Old Gods underground long ago as punishment for tricking mankind into worshipping them.
The magisters used their gift to enter the Golden City, tainting it and themselves.
They were cast out by the Maker, and became the first darkspawn.
They fled underground, bringing their taint to their gods.
The tainted Old Gods were the archdemons, who rose from their prisons and led the darkspawn against the world.
Yes, and it nearly wiped us out.
When defeated, the darkspawn flee back underground and seek out another Old God to taint, thus bringing another Blight.
The Grey Wardens killed so many darkspawn by the end of the last Blight, people decided they were gone for good.
The Old Gods were dragons, so the stories say.
Big ones.
Intelligent, even.
They've controlled the Deep Roads ever since they defeated the dwarven kingdoms.
Even if we invaded, we can only chase them so far.
You're a dwarf, you tell me.
Your people have been trying that for just about ever, haven't they?
We haven't seen it yet.
People are beginning to think this is just an unusually large darkspawn raid without an archdemon to unify them.
But seriously...
The archdemon could be in the Wilds, or underground.
It could be hiding.
Just because it hasn't shown itself doesn't mean it isn't out there.
<desc>Laughs</desc> They seldom are.
So I imagine.
What would you like to know?
You want to ask me about something else?
King Maric, Cailan's father, reaffirmed the power the Grey Wardens were given during the Blights.
In practice we can't conscript too often without hurting our cause.
We were exiled from Ferelden once... best not to let that happen again.
The others are camped with the king's soldiers in the valley.
The king's given us a position of honor at the vanguard, despite our small numbers.
I think Cailan is actually excited to ride into battle with us.
Maybe he thinks that's what his father would've done?
Well, let's see.
Surely you've heard of Weisshaupt Fortress?
The great aerie carved into the white cliffs far off in the Anderfels?
That's where the Grey Wardens once kept their griffons.
The griffons died out, however, and our numbers have dwindled since the last Blight.
There's only a handful left in Ferelden.
A few more in other nations.
The Grey Wardens are warriors without equal.
Darkspawn threatened to destroy the world four times over.
Each time, the Grey Wardens led mankind to victory.
Nobody knows more about darkspawn, and nobody's better equipped to deal with them.
You'll see, trust me.
I... don't know if I'd go <emp>that</emp> far.
Duncan says the Grey Wardens do whatever is necessary to protect mankind from darkspawn.
That means some pretty extreme things.
Whatever it takes to bring victory.
You first.
Did you want to become a Grey Warden?
I was conscripted.
Not that I didn't want to join.
I was training as a templar for the Chantry before Duncan recruited me.
That was about six months ago.
But joining the Chantry wasn't my idea.
My fate was decided for me long before that.
Duncan saw I wasn't happy, and figured my training against mages could double for fighting darkspawn.
Now, here I stand a proud Grey Warden.
The grand cleric wouldn't have let me go if Duncan never forced the issue.
I'll always be grateful to him.
I spent years in that chantry, hopelessly resigned to my fate.
Duncan was the first person who cared what <emp>I</emp> wanted.
He risked a lot of trouble with the grand cleric to help me.
Or maybe he just happens to be a good man.
It just... wasn't for me.
I believe in the Maker well enough, but I never wanted to devote my life to the Chantry.
I know you're a mage, but it wasn't my idea.
I was raised in the Chantry.
They decided my fate a long time ago.
Conscripted, huh?
Duncan rarely needs to do that, I hear.
You asked in general; I'm asking in particular.
As I said, I was trained as a templar before Duncan recruited me about six months ago.
The Chantry raised me and becoming a templar was a decision made for me a long time ago.
Don't worry; I'll try not to embarrass you.
If the king wants to see you and Duncan, you probably shouldn't keep him waiting.
He might get mad, start crying, you'll feel bad, and... well, it won't be pretty.
We need to get to the beacon!
The king needs Loghain to charge!
That's a terrible thing to say!
You are a very strange man.
You are a very strange human.
Sorry, what?
Would that make your day worse?
I am indeed a mage.
Don't worry, I'm no mage.
If you have a problem with my magic, say so now.
That's all right.
No offense taken.
And you must be Alistair.
What can you tell me about this Joining?
That argument I saw... what was it about?
You were a mage-hunter?
So you mentioned earlier.
You don't <emp>have</emp> to accompany me, do you?
Yes.
Just recently.
I wasn't afraid.
They die like any other creature.
Hideous.
Dangerous.
But killable.
I don't know.
How monstrous did you find them?
How about you stop thinking of me as a woman?
You want more women in the Wardens, do you?
I can handle myself better than most.
Probably because we're too smart for you.
So not interested.
Eager to get going.
Incredibly unlucky.
No one trusts someone like me with anything that important.
Not really.
I spent more time fighting guardsmen, myself.
Nobody knows much about them.
You kill them.
I've fought a few in my time.
We've been fighting them for centuries.
I can't prepare on my own?
Pleased to meet you.
My name is <FirstName/>.
How could you recognize me?
How can a dwarf be a mage?
I have a few questions for you.
This upcoming battle.
How much will I be participating?
What if we fail?
What are the chances of success?
Why is it happening here, of all places?
The Joining ritual.
Fine, I'll wait.
You're going to tell me everything.
Now.
Surely you can tell me something.
I'll be fine.
I can't say I'm thrilled by the idea.
What if I refuse to do the ritual?
I could run away.
But what actually happens in the Joining?
Is it anything like the Harrowing?
Thanks, I guess.
Tell me about Duncan.
I owe him, as well.
He saved me.
I can't say I care for him much.
He seems like a kind man, if firm.
I'd rather keep my thoughts to myself.
This Blight Duncan mentioned.
Just how many darkspawn are out there?
How did anyone even know about this Blight?
How do Grey Wardens defeat Blights?
So... what is a Blight?
Where do darkspawn come from?
Give me the truth, then.
What is the Chantry's version?
So that was the first Blight?
I have other questions about the Blight.
Why are some people so skeptical?
What is an archdemon, exactly?
Why not kill the darkspawn when they're underground?
So where is the archdemon for this Blight?
They aren't the same thing?
The Grey Wardens.
That's all I wanted to know.
So the Grey Wardens have the right to recruit anyone?
Where are all the Grey Wardens now?
I'm not sure I know anything about the Grey Wardens.
What makes you all so special?
So... they're knights?
Heroes?
Tell me a little about yourself.
Yes, I did.
I really haven't thought about it.
A templar?
You were a mage-hunter?
I don't have anything else to ask.
You speak fondly of Duncan.
Maybe Duncan thought you'd be useful.
You didn't want to join the Chantry?
No, though it's not as bad as I thought so far.
No.
I still don't want to be one.
I asked you first.
You don't really have to accompany me, do you?
A Noble Life
Have you not left yet?
I hope you are not hanging about for some stew.
Questions, questions!
One would think a Grey Warden would be more interested in <emp>action</emp>. <desc>Sigh</desc>
Looking for new spells?
Secrets you think old Flemeth has cooked up over the years?
Well, they're of no use to you without years of practicing my ways.
I am not like your Circle with its books, you see.
Not that I would mind a replacement daughter to order around. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Believe me, you do not want that.
Not that I would mind a handsome lad to order around for a year or so. <desc>Laughs</desc>
If I were you, I'd take the darkspawn...
What good would it do you?
You are no mage.
It is sufficient that I have passed on my knowledge to Morrigan, and I pass her on to you.
Like a worn dress or an old pair of shoes.
Are you still here?
Hmph.
You cannot give them away, apparently...
Since before I was wrinkled and old.
Ha!
You may think it strange, but I was once young and beautiful just as Morrigan is now.
Yes, men desired Flemeth then, and some even killed for her...
I am not, nor was I then.
It dictated all that followed.
But enough, you have your task to complete.
You will need that smart mouth for more than asking me silly questions.
About the darkspawn?
Only that they are more cunning than they appear.
More important by far is the archdemon.
It is the core of this taint and while it lives, so does the Blight.
This Teyrn Loghain is different.
You must deal with the repercussions of his deeds before you can face the archdemon... unless it finds you, first.
Other than darkspawn, the forest denizens will not give you much trouble.
Morrigan will see you through it.
Then hear this: I laugh at a world full of stupid humans who ignore the Blight's evil and abandon their vigilance to chase mortal goals.
Remember, it is up to <emp>you</emp> to destroy the Blight.
Pray not for someone else to destroy it.
It will always nip at your heels.
Hmph.
It was your question.
Then we are done.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have some dinner to eat.
I prefer to remain here.
Considering what the world has done to me, I have already done more than it deserves.
That is between the world and me; your business is elsewhere.
It is not a matter of power.
No one person in all of Thedas has enough power to stand against a Blight.
Were that the case, sending you two would be quite the jest.
What is important is that you are both Grey Wardens.
Your task is to unite the land, inspire its men, and turn them from their petty politics to face the archdemon.
In that, you are more powerful than I, by far.
I am but an old woman whom the world has largely forgotten.
Yes, you should.
You have a whole lot of darkspawn to get past before you sleep. <desc>Laughs</desc>
See?
Here is your fellow Grey Warden.
You worry too much, young man.
You... you're alive!
I thought you were dead for sure.
Duncan's dead.
The Grey Wardens, even the king...
They're all dead.
This doesn't seem real.
If it weren't for Morrigan's mother, we'd be dead on top of that tower.
Do not talk about me as if I am not present, lad.
I didn't mean... but what do we call you?
You never told us your name.
Names are pretty, but useless.
The Chasind folk call me Flemeth.
I suppose it will do.
<emp>The</emp> Flemeth from the legends?
Daveth was right--you're the Witch of the Wilds, aren't you?
And what does that mean?
I know a bit of magic, and it has served you both well, has it not?
Well, we cannot have all the Grey Wardens dying at once, can we?
Someone has to deal with these darkspawn.
Then why didn't you save Duncan?
He is... he was our leader.
I am sorry for your Duncan, but your grief must come later... in the dark shadows before you take vengeance, as my mother once said.
Duty must come now.
It has always been the Grey Wardens' duty to unite the lands against the Blight.
Or did that change when I wasn't looking?
If you think small numbers make you helpless, you are already defeated.
Of course.
Someone else will realize what needs to be done and act in time and with sufficient sense to solve the problem.
No need for you.
But we <emp>were</emp> fighting the darkspawn!
The king had nearly defeated them!
Why would Loghain do this?
Now <emp>that</emp> is a good question.
Men's hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature.
Perhaps he believes the Blight is an army he can outmaneuver.
Perhaps he does not see that the evil behind it is the true threat.
It is said that, long ago, the Maker sent the Old Gods of the ancient Tevinter Imperium to slumber in prisons deep beneath the surface.
An archdemon is an Old God awakened and tainted by darkspawn.
Believe that or not, history says it's a fearsome and immortal thing.
And only fools ignore history.
Me?
I am just an old woman who lives in the Wilds.
I know nothing of Blights and darkspawn.
Well... whatever Loghain's insanity, he obviously thinks the darkspawn are a minor threat.
We must warn everyone this isn't the case.
And who will believe you?
Unless you think to convince this Loghain of his mistake?
He just betrayed his own king!
If Arl Eamon knew what he did at Ostagar, he would be the first to call for his execution!
I know him.
He's a good man, respected in the Landsmeet.
Of course!
We could go to Redcliffe and appeal to him for help!
The arl would never do what Teyrn Loghain did.
I know him too well.
You could wait for the archdemon to make its appearance.
I imagine that might be convincing.
It's been centuries since the last Blight.
Nobody will take it seriously until it's too late.
I still don't know if Arl Eamon's help would be enough.
He can't defeat the darkspawn horde by himself!
See?
There is a smart lad.
See?
There is a smart lass.
Of course!
The treaties!
Grey Wardens can demand aid from dwarves, elves, mages, and other places!
They're obligated to help us during a Blight!
I may be old, but dwarves, elves, mages, this Arl Eamon, and who knows what else... this sounds like an army to me.
So can we do this?
Go to Redcliffe and these other places and... build an army?
It's always been the Grey Wardens' duty to stand against a Blight.
And right now, we're the Grey Wardens.
If there is better motivation for doing what is right, I have yet to see it!
<desc>Laughs</desc> And when is it ever?
So you are set, then?
Ready to be Grey Wardens?
Now that you mention it, I do have one more thing to offer.
Such a tone to take with your rescuer!
What short memories!
All Grey Wardens in Ferelden are gone except for us.
I've lost everyone!
For the love of the Maker, don't back out on me now!
Then we have to do something!
I won't let their deaths be in vain!
But I can't do anything on my own.
Duncan was like a father to me.
I won't let his death be in vain!
But I can't do anything on my own.
Maybe it would help to think that it could have been you out there.
We can't let their deaths be in vain.
Cailan already summoned them.
They'll come if they can.
But I expect Loghain has already taken steps to stop them.
We must assume they won't arrive in time.
The throne?
He's the queen's father.
Still, I can't see how he'll get away with murder.
You speak as if he would be the first king to gain his throne that way.
Grow up, boy!
If Arl Eamon knew what he did, he would never stand for it!
The Landsmeet would never stand for it!
There would be civil war!
Must I?
Age and power are relative--it depends on who is asking.
Compared to you, yes, on both counts.
The largest part of the horde has moved on.
We are safe enough for now--old Flemeth knows a thing or two about hiding.
The longer you are here, the less that is true, however.
These things will notice you eventually.
If you know what is good for you, I suppose you should!
Could you answer some questions?
Can I ask about your magic?
How long have you lived in the Wilds?
You don't seem happy about that.
Are you sure they didn't just die from horror?
That <emp>must</emp> have been a long time ago.
What will you do once we're gone?
Actually, I was wondering about the Wilds.
About anything, really.
I have no more questions.
You could come with us, you know.
And what has the world done to you?
But you're more powerful than we are!
Afraid you were going to be left alone?
I'm fine.
I appreciate your concern.
It takes more than a few darkspawn to kill me.
So why <emp>did</emp> you save us?
It changed when most of them were slaughtered.
The Grey Wardens are no more.
Let someone else do it.
Of course not!
What is this archdemon, exactly?
Arl Eamon?
Is this someone important?
Arl Eamon?
The arl of Redcliffe?
Keep in mind that Loghain was also an honorable man.
Everyone will see the danger the Blight poses.
Right?
And say he doesn't help us?
What then?
Why not?
Isn't that what Grey Wardens do?
Whoa!
Let's not get ahead of ourselves!
As long as there's some profit in it.
I doubt it will be as easy as that.
As ready as we'll ever be.
I don't suppose you could offer any more help?
We're going, old woman.
Don't push us.
Alistair is the real Grey Warden here, not me.
I just lost my family, Alistair.
I know how you feel.
I lost my fiance before I came here.
I know how you feel.
I've been exiled from my homeland.
I know how you feel.
I had to leave my clan behind.
I know how you feel.
This is a lot to take in, all at once.
Oh, pull it together, will you?
Will you help us fight this Blight, Flemeth?
We should contact the rest of the Grey Wardens.
What could the teyrn hope to gain by betraying the king?
If you're Flemeth, you must be very old and powerful.
We can't be safe here.
Where are all the darkspawn?
I suppose we should thank you.
Is there some way we can repay you?
Mother Mallol
<emp>Find Fergus</emp>
Your father, Teyrn Bryce Cousland, and Arl Howe have been summoned by King Cailan to the battle at Ostagar.
However, Arl Howe's forces have been delayed.
You have been sent to tell your brother, Fergus, that he should leave for Ostagar ahead of your father.
Fergus is probably in his room, saying goodbye to his wife and child.
Father's Task
The Nobles' Feast
Lady Helmi
Mischief in the Pantry
Sister Mallol
Aldous the Scribe
A Servant's Tale
Weapon Merchant
Magic Merchant
Enemy Soldiers
Howe Treachery
<emp>Find your family before it's too late</emp>
You went to sleep after the pleasant family reunion, only to find that Arl Howe's men had infiltrated the castle, and had begun killing everyone in it.
Your mother doesn't know what happened; she has joined you as you search the halls of your home for the rest of your family.
<emp>Find your father</emp>
You went to sleep after the pleasant family reunion, only to find that Arl Howe's men had infiltrated the castle, and had begun killing everyone in it.
Ser Gilmore has told you that your father was last seen headed towards the secret exit from the larder; you and your mother should probably look for him there.
Teyrn Bryce Cousland
Arl Howe
Teyrna Eleanor
Dairren
Iona
Aldous
Fergus
Oren
Oriana
Servant
Lady Landra
Alistair's Family
Squire
Proving Master
Proving Trainer
By the Maker, it's a dwarf!
Lady Aeducan! 
Lord Aeducan!
What are you doing here alone?
Where are your troops?
Forgive me.
Your appearance startled me.
We expected to be alone, here.
I am aware of your family's experience with these tunnels, but no dwarf has set foot here for years. 
And you as well, although I am still filled with questions.
Such as why are you here in these tunnels alone?
May I ask what happened?
Exiled?
To these tunnels of death?
What crime could be so terrible?
Ah.
You have been made to walk the Deep Roads, then.
You mean you were exiled?
What happened?
I do not think matters of dwarven honor are any business of ours.
You need not answer, friend.
It is not the way of this order to pass judgments on the pasts of others.
Lord Trian?
I see.
The brutal intrigue of the dwarven court continues, then.
Your father intimated as much.
I will not ask what happened.
You are the child of my old friend, and do not deserve to die in this pit.
There is no reason for you to walk these Deep Roads and die for something you did not do.
Of course.
It is none of our concern, as I said.
You have already proven yourself both resourceful and skilled, and I would expect nothing less from an Aeducan.
When last we spoke, you told me you wished to join our order.
I imagine this isn't quite what you meant, but you may still find great honor here.
I have been searching for those with your level of ability.
Your exploits in the Deep Roads set you apart.
As leader of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden, I would like to formally invite you to join our order.
You may indeed kill some darkspawn, but eventually you will die of starvation, and then what will your life have accomplished?
Fight with us.
Restore your honor by destroying those who threaten the last dwarven cities.
Or take the easy route and die a quiet death knowing your ancestors will reject you. 
I shall meet my Maker soon enough, I think.
For now, I'll take that as a sign you still have some life in you.
Come, take your punishment with me.
Then welcome.
Stay close.
There are still darkspawn around every corner...
One question at a time.
Grey Wardens aren't the only ones who can survive here.
It is good to see you again, Duncan.
I have left Orzammar.
I have been exiled.
Bhelen has betrayed me.
I am Lady Aeducan no longer.
I am Lord Aeducan no longer.
They think I killed Trian...
I was unjustly accused of a crime.
I killed my brother.
I was made to think he was plotting against me.
I wish it were the other one.
I don't want to speak of it.
I was betrayed by my brother.
Yes, no.
Maybe.
Bhelen as well.
No, Bhelen.
Trian is dead.
I don't wish to speak of it.
I accept.
Well, I can't see as I have much choice.
I cannot.
For what I did, I deserve this death.
I would be honored.
I will work off my crime with you.
Very well.
You've convinced me.
I should kill you, old man.
If it gets me out of the Deep Roads, I'm yours.
Atrast vala, Sister.
Atrast vala, Brother.
They will arrive soon enough.
I wanted to see you first, to look into your treacherous eyes and tell you I know what you planned.
I'm here.
I am not, however, unaware or outnumbered.
Disappointed?
Anything you have to say can be said here, in front of our men.
Why?
Is there a reason I should fear my own kin?
I... didn't wear it today.
I didn't wish to risk losing it in battle.
Don't attempt to cast your dark shadows back on me.
So you admit to scheming against me?
So you admit your foul intentions?
Brazen.
But my men outnumber yours.
Do you think I am blind?
I am the prince of Orzammar.
I have eyes and ears everywhere!
You dare accuse me of your own treachery?
Do you think I fear to name your treachery? 
You have plotted to murder me, so you could take my place as heir. 
You convinced Bhelen to help take my men and me by surprise.
Do you deny it?
Throwing your and our family's honor in the fire of jealousy and power was a good idea?
Is that what you think this is?
Some game?
I have every right to judge you.
I am your prince and your elder brother!
Every tradition, everything that makes us who we are, demands your loyalty to me!
I am a better warrior than you will ever be, girl.
I am a better warrior than you will ever be, boy.
Still, I will not give you the glory you so desire.
And do they tell you I am weak and ripe to be displaced?
That I will be easily moved aside so you can sit on Father's throne?
Then they are fools, and you have been used.
Just stop.
You have gone too far this time.
Selling your favor to Lord Dace, I could overlook.
Your grandstanding at the Provings, I could overlook.
You showing off at the expense of elderly Lord Dace, I could overlook.
That the nobles love you when you have accomplished nothing... this I have learned to forgive.
I know I will never be loved in Orzammar, but I will rule.
Nothing, not even treacherous kin, will stop me from claiming my right.
I am your prince.
I will not fight you.
You and your companions will throw down your weapons, confess your treason, and be tried in front of the Assembly.
Then you will die here.
It will be <emp>your</emp> end, Sister. 
It will be <emp>your</emp> end, Brother.
May the Stone reject your unworthy, treacherous body.
Are you sure you want to do this, my lady?
Are you sure you want to do this, my lord?
Never!
A warrior does not surrender meekly!
Attack!
Kill the traitors!
Where are the others?
And what was that?
Hello, Trian. 
You and I need to speak.
Alone.
You wish me to expose your plotting against me?
You're brave to come here without more men.
Where's your signet ring, Trian?
Likely story. 
You gave it to mercenaries so they could steal the shield.
You're a schemer, Trian, but I'm better than you.
I'm going to kill you, Trian.  
Shut up and fight me!
What is it you think you know?
You do have to admit it was a good plan.
It's just politics.
You have no right to judge me, Trian.
I'm just surprised you still came.
It's not true.
I have eyes and ears of my own.
You've got it wrong, Trian.
How dare you accuse me.
We will do no such thing.
So arrogant, even at the end.
You're an idiot. <act>Attack.</act>
Very well.
We surrender.
It is the only way.
Now--while they're distracted.
Attack!
Your father is very proud of you.
Congratulations.
May the ancestors grant us victory against the darkspawn!
If it isn't our newest commander.
Congratulations, your Highness.
Something I can help with?
I know that look--you have something on your mind, don't you?
Yes...?
Something you need?
Looking for little old me?
I'm here for you.
Well, aren't you sweet and attentive?
People have always spoken of dark and mysterious woods, haunted by beings unseen.
The Brecilian Forest is one such forest.
Redcliffe?
I know little of it, except that it is the domain of the arl of Redcliffe.
Redcliffe...
I wonder how the name came to be.
Lothering...
I think it started as a settlement by the river, and then grew when it became the place where two roads met.
Denerim is Ferelden's most important city, yes?
This is the seat of power, the jewel in the crown of the king.
Vast halls carved from the stone of the mountain, lined with the chiseled marble figures of Paragons, so fine as to mirror life itself...
Next to nothing, I'm afraid.
Perhaps there is little to know about this place, or I simply have not discovered its secrets yet.
What do you know of this place?
They say the Veil is thin here and spirits from the Fade pass over, drifting through the trees and giving them an unnatural and sinister intelligence.
It is said that if you feel you are being watched in the Brecilian Forest, you are.
Is the clay here red?
There are places in this world where the clay is a bright, strange red, and often, in the legends of such places, it is the red of blood.
The blood of a thousand men slaughtered in battle, or that of an innocent unjustly slain; it stains the land that it may never be forgotten.
Perhaps Redcliffe has one such tale... but I do not know it.
There are always people in Lothering, but many are just passing through.
If Trian were really scheming against us, this would be the perfect place for an ambush.
We've got the shield, and we're all alone out here.
Then it will be a good day.
I wish I had your confidence.
What's that you're muttering about?
Right you are, Commander.
Uh-huh.
All right, then.
Fantastic.
As if the darkspawn weren't enough to worry about.
Just keep your eyes open.
Looks like someone beat us to the door.
This darkspawn body is still fresh.
Whoever opened the door is most likely still in there.
It could have been stolen, recently or generations back.
Or it could be an ambitious cousin out for his own glory.
Understood.
Let's move, men.
Yes, my lady.
Yes, my lord.
It that really Trian's signet ring?
Looks real to me.
Are you an expert on noble signet rings, low-born?
No, ser.
I didn't mean to say--
Is that an Aeducan signet ring?
I guess that's how they got in here...
The ring is Trian's?
That means he...
<desc>Ahem.</desc> Yes.
Exactly what I was going to say.
Blind as a rock, this one is.
I suggest you shut your mouth and do your job.
It would have been a major victory to get the shield first.
But he showed his hand and failed.
Or it may be a warning for us to keep our guard up.
I will guard your back.
If you say so. 
Now, perhaps we should find this shield?
The first way we can hurt him is to find that shield ourselves. 
Or it could mean one of your kin was keen on claiming the glory of this mission himself.
Of course.
No offense meant.
Let's not waste time.
Carry on, men!
As will any other scheme hatched against us today!
Of course, my lady.
You have your orders, boys.
This is the room.
How do we get the shield?
You two, see if you can spot anything.
There must be a clue here somewhere.
Well, see what you can find.
That's it.
We've got it!
It doesn't look like much.
The skill of our crafters has come far since then.
But still... the Shield of Aeducan.
If it helps rally the troops, it's a good thing.
I can feel it.
It's inspirational.
If you say so.
It's just a shield.
We need to get to the other rendezvous point.
Back in the direction we came from, at the crossroads.
To the crossroads!
You're looking bright-eyed this morning, my lord.
I trust you had a restful night.
Feeling a little more... virile?
Ready to slay the darkspawn with sheer masculine power?
Oh, believe me, I was doing <emp>plenty</emp> of imagining.
I was sort of hoping Mardy would take me as a consolation prize.
I sort of thought Teli might come find me.
She seemed pretty eager.
I can't believe you didn't invite me.
Would I do that, my lord?
I'm just amazed at your stamina.
The servants said the screams and giggles went on all night.
I'm just jealous of your good fortune.
Nothing new.
Anyway, we should keep moving.
Genlocks aren't likely to stop and commiserate with my inadequacies.
We should keep moving.
It's Trian who will be ambushed today.
I'm ready for anything.
Trian is my brother.
Nothing will happen.
Keep your wits about you, then.
Keep your mind on the mission.
Family business.
My brother Trian may try to ambush us.
They killed the darkspawn.
They may be allies.
They had to have an Aeducan signet ring to get in.
We'll see soon enough.
Nobody steals my glory.
Let's not do anything rash.
Whoever it is, the shield is mine.
Then let's make sure they don't find the shield.
Be prepared to kill anything that moves.
<act>Lie</act> No, it's a fake. 
It is.
It must have been stolen from him. 
It's Trian's. 
It must have been stolen from him.
Yes.
My brother has been sloppy this time.
This may not mean anything.
Caution is always a good idea.
Let the schemers come, if they dare.
You worry too much, Gorim.
Trian will pay for this.
Mark my words.
Let's move, then.
The Shield of Aeducan will be mine.
It could be a fake.
I will not hear such talk about my family.
Whatever the plan was, it has failed.
Let them try.
Never mind.
Let's get back to business.
Look around.
There must be a clue.
I'll figure it out.
It's a symbol; that's all.
The strength of Aeducan is in this shield.
Enough talk.
Where is the rendezvous point?
You can't even imagine...
Shut up and let's just find the thaig.
Mercenary Captain
She is Ferelden's heart--her walls are strong, but within them lies so much beauty.
Just like the country and the people.
Soaring ceilings grand enough to make any man forget the sky and the sun and to question the reason for their existence.
I have heard of these things and more, but none prepared me for what I have seen here.
It is... marvelous.
A Noble Expedition
All right.
It is my job to spin yarns, after all.
Tell me a tale, Leliana.
Tell me about darkspawn.
Know any stories from Orlais?
Tell me about Aveline again.
Do you know any Fereldan legends?
Tell me about Flemeth again.
What do you know about Andraste?
Tell me about Andraste and the Maker again.
How did Andraste die?
Tell me about Andraste's death again.
Do you know anything about the Dalish?
Tell me about Shartan again.
This vision of yours...
I'm sorry about what I said.
Of course I do.
I love stories far too much to keep them to myself.
Everyone should be able to benefit from them, I think.
You were a traveling minstrel.
Do you have tales to share?
I wish I could leave the tower once in a while.
I really hate how the templars are always staring at us.
Greetings.
I'm glad your Harrowing went well.
I have heard of failed Harrowings.
The consequences were not pleasant.
I am Cullen.
I was to strike the killing blow if you had... become an abomination.
I am glad you didn't.
Honestly, I've never seen an abomination... or been called on to slay one.
As I said, I've never seen one.
But when someone becomes an abomination, something... must happen.
Greagoir would have guided me.
Something must... happen.
But what if it's not obvious?
Could abominations be walking among us right now?
This is still new to me.
Maybe one day I'll be as dedicated and driven as Knight Commander Greagoir.
You must be busy.
Perhaps we can talk another time.
Some templars I know discuss such things with glee.
I don't share their enthusiasm.
I try to serve the Maker first and foremost.
As long as I am guided by His commandments, I cannot go wrong.
Oh, um, h-hello.
I... uh, am glad to see your Harrowing went smoothly.
What?
I-I'm fine.
Maybe some, but not me.
It's my duty to hunt down apostate mages, but...
I do so with a heavy heart.
You've always been so confident... or so I hear.
Um...
I've heard of failed Harrowings, and the consequences were... unpleasant.
I would've felt terrible about it...
But... but I serve the Chantry and the Maker, and I will do as I am commanded.
Elsewhere?
What do you mean?
Oh, my goodness.
If you're saying... what I think... that would be really... inappropriate and...
I couldn't.
I-I should go.
Oh, you're not distracting.
I mean, you are, but... well you're not.
I mean, you can talk to me anytime if you want.
Uh... uh, yes.
Maybe we can talk another time.
Th-they picked me as the templar to strike the killing blow if...if you became an abomination.
I-It's nothing personal; I swear!
I... uh, I'm just glad you're all right.
You know. 
<desc>Psst</desc> Someone likes you.
I hope you are well.
You can... come talk to me anytime you like.
I wasn't planning on failing.
Thanks.
That's reassuring.
I wasn't looking forward to being run through, either.
How would you have known if I had become one?
I'm sure someone would've told you when to strike.
You don't know what an abomination looks like?
So you could have made a mistake?
What kind of templar is so easily frightened?
You had best be on your guard, then.
I'm sure there are no abominations here.
He is a very dedicated man, yes.
I should be on my way.
Everyone has a job to do.
What do you care?
Why are you stuttering?
I thought all templars liked killing mages.
I knew I would not fail my Harrowing.
Would you really have struck me down?
Maybe we could go elsewhere and... continue our discussion?
Nothing.
I misspoke.
I've seen the way you look at me...
We should get to know each other.
I've no more time to discuss this.
I shouldn't distract you from your duties.
Hello, Cullen.
Is there something else I can do for you?
Certainly.
I am intimately familiar with these subjects, after all.
The mages whose connection to the Fade has been severed?
Why do you ask?
So I've heard.
It keeps them--and those around them--safe.
Perhaps the sacrifice is worthwhile, I cannot say.
Once, in my youth, just after I had joined the Grey Wardens.
I was traveling with my mentor.
We encountered a group of templars hunting a blood mage.
They were quite far away, so I cannot be sure of what I saw.
He forced some of the templars to turn on their fellows.
It was dreadful to behold.
He would have escaped had he not overlooked one templar, who snuck up behind him and cleaved his head in two.
Be careful what you wish for.
Power is treacherous.
I have seen many people--great leaders--consumed by it.
There have been mages within the Grey Wardens who have needed to resort to blood magic to deal with the darkspawn.
It is something to consider, certainly.
When the king sent out the call, the Circle of Ferelden sent only <emp>seven</emp> mages to Ostagar.
I asked King Cailan's permission to come and seek a greater commitment from the Circle.
The king must remain with the army.
He is quite busy, after all.
Do not let me keep you.
I hope to place a mage or two within every contingent.
I cannot do with just seven.
Mages will make all the difference in this battle.
The darkspawn have their own magic, and our resources must exceed theirs.
Of course.
But I am no mage.
Mages heal.
They can call fire and ice down upon the enemy.
And... so much more.
I don't know.
Do you?
I sometimes wonder if the Chantry's many laws regarding magic are necessary.
Darkspawn are a greater threat than blood mages, even abominations.
It takes decades for the world to recover from a Blight.
I wish the Chantry could see that.
We must stop at nothing to defeat the darkspawn--
Ah, listen to me.
An old man's rantings can't be very interesting.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Yes, I'm sure they did.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> You are too kind.
Many would prefer to avoid battle.
Let us hope the darkspawn give them the option to continue doing so.
Then perhaps I shall speak to Irving about this later.
Ah...
I imagine you don't leave very often, do you?
I meant no offense.
And thus a good view of the other side of the lake?
It must feel rather isolated, way out here.
I am not a good source of news, I fear.
I am preoccupied with the darkspawn incursion.
Thank you for walking with me.
I am glad for the company.
I'm sure Irving is very proud to have had you as a pupil.
Well, let us continue on.
I would hate to prolong your agony.
Yes?
What about?
I am flattered.
I was not expecting quite so warm a reception.
Being a Grey Warden is a calling.
A sacrifice.
It is not my place to comment.
As I said, it is not my place.
Greagoir serves the Chantry, and the relationship between the Chantry and mages has always been strained.
You've realized by now that the Chantry merely tolerates magic?
They watch only because they feel they must.
Any mages who join the king's army can unleash their full power on the darkspawn.
In fact, I'm counting on it.
Greagoir may be afraid of what will happen.
What if the mages decide they no longer want to be governed by the Chantry?
He is a good man.
I respect the strength of his convictions.
I believe we must defeat the darkspawn, one way or another.
My opinions end there.
The Chantry believes that a mage should fear his power.
It was the pride of mages, they say, that brought the darkspawn upon us in the first place.
Our duty is to battle darkspawn wherever they appear.
We are elves, humans, and dwarves united by this common purpose.
Some of our most honored Wardens have been elves.
The hero Garahel, the last Warden to slay an archdemon, was one such.
The darkspawn threaten everyone.
They do not distinguish between the races, and neither should we.
Has being an elf in the Circle been difficult?
Of course.
I understand this topic might be sensitive.
Elves are often treated as lower class in the cities.
I was curious about your own experiences.
Granted, the Circle tower is nothing like Denerim or Val Royeaux, but certain opinions tend to persist.
I suppose you are mages first, and elves or humans second.
Being a mage has its own set of problems, I expect.
Taken from your families at a young age, told you are the prey of demons... it is not a life many would choose, had they a choice.
It is hard to change perceptions.
I have tried to reason with many, and failed.
If one has always seen elves as less than human, it's hard to imagine them as something else.
A good attitude, though be careful not to take it too far.
You should want respect.
Fear is just a different kind of hatred.
Do not let that discourage you.
Let it temper you and make you stronger.
A horde has formed within the Korcari Wilds in the south.
If they are not stopped they will strike north into the valley.
We Grey Wardens believe that an archdemon is leading the horde.
Darkspawn do attack the surface in ragtag bands, but archdemons are capable of rallying the darkspawn, turning them into an unstoppable force.
A horde of darkspawn... a veritable army.
It is dire news indeed.
I fear this is what we will have to face.
Of course.
Don't let me keep you.
Yes, let's.
They usually move around in small groups, but there are always more of them, lurking underground, biding their time.
Avoiding a problem does not make it disappear.
The darkspawn are a real threat we cannot ignore.
But standing around talking solves nothing.
Let us go.
We can't seem to eradicate them completely.
Somehow, they always come back.
Yes.
Perhaps it will be enough... if we play our cards right.
Yes, we can hope... and pray.
Hope, and pray, friend.
Come, let us be on our way.
Yes?
Shouldn't we move along?
Thank you for escorting me.
Hello again, my young friend.
I hardly expected to meet you here.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Of course you are.
I enjoy perusing the wealth of knowledge here, myself.
Likewise.
I'm enjoying the splendors of the library.
The Circle of Magi is fortunate to have so many wonderful books at its disposal.
You would know that better than I.
Perhaps.
I shan't bore you with the details, though.
You seem preoccupied.
Might I ask what you're doing?
Forgive me if I was prying into personal issues.
If you might indulge me, I would like to ask you about the Circle.
You must be busy.
I shall return to these books, then.
Perhaps, but I seldom get a chance to speak with its members.
Mages like yourself must have opinions on current affairs such as the war.
As you know, the king is gathering an army.
No?
If the darkspawn surface in Ferelden, wouldn't you try to defend this country?
You don't fear using the power at your disposal, do you?
It is dangerous, yes, but necessary.
Unfortunately, men with pikes and swords are hardly a match for those who can control the primal forces of nature.
What about abominations?
Or blood magic?
Do you deny that these things exist?
A word of advice from someone who's battled abominations and worse: a cavalier attitude will only get you into trouble.
I'm glad you see that.
Exercising some caution is always wise.
Irving has taught you well, I see.
Well, I'm sure you've better things to do than chat with an old man.
Good day.
We shall meet again.
Interesting.
I certainly do hope the army is enough to quash the darkspawn threat.
I hope you are enjoying the library as much as I am.
I should probably leave you alone.
Can you tell me more about Grey Wardens and darkspawn?
Do you know anything about the Tranquil?
I am curious as to what non-mages think of it.
Don't you think this is cruel?
They lose their ability to feel emotion.
Have you ever seen someone use blood magic?
I'm sure he was just trying to survive.
I wish I had that power.
Blood magic is evil.
How many mages have joined the king's army?
How many mages could you possibly need?
Why doesn't the king come himself?
I should take my leave now.
Seven is quite a few.
Will you fight with the king?
A handful of mages cannot be that useful.
Do you think I could join the army?
I doubt I would be allowed to go.
It was rather dull, and I think I'll leave now.
It was actually quite interesting, but I should go.
As an apprentice, old men talking have defined my life.
I learned much from what you said.
No, I would prefer to stay in the tower.
Yes.
I think I could help.
What's happening outside the tower?
True, but I don't need your pity.
We are permitted to walk the grounds.
Apprentices are not allowed to leave.
Let's just move along.
I've always done what Irving asks of me.
Perhaps.
Shall we move on?
I wanted to ask you about the darkspawn.
Could you tell me more about the Grey Wardens?
I didn't have much choice.
Could you tell me more about the darkspawn you mentioned?
I wanted to talk to you a little more.
I just wanted to say how honored I am to meet you.
The Grey Wardens are great warriors.
I am in awe.
Why were Irving and Greagoir arguing about the war?
Then shall we move on?
Can you tell me about the darkspawn attacks?
You can tell me about the Grey Wardens, can't you?
Please, I'd like to know.
Is that all they were arguing about?
Yes, but they were arguing about the war.
I never liked Greagoir.
What are your opinions on the matter?
I don't see why the Chantry and mages can't get along.
What do Grey Wardens do?
Elves?
I'd rather not talk about this.
Why haven't the Grey Wardens eliminated the darkspawn?
Why?
Should it have?
I've never been treated badly here.
I suppose some people have commented about my heritage.
A little.
No.
Not at all.
Yes.
All the time.
I don't care what others think of me.
It's not fair.
I am a mage now.
People should fear me.
It hurts when people talk down to me.
Have there been many darkspawn attacks?
I thought the darkspawn had been driven away.
Archdemon?
That sounds ominous.
I'd like to talk more, but I have duties to attend to.
We should continue on our way.
I've heard about darkspawn sightings, but an entire horde?
Let's just be off.
I'd rather not think about it. 
I thought the darkspawn were destroyed in the last Blight.
And the king is mustering an army to beat back this threat?
I suppose all we can do is hope.
Yes.
Let's just go.
I'm not allowed to be in the library?
It's good to see you again, Duncan.
I'm leaving.
I hope you enjoy yourself.
Is there anything on the history of the Grey Wardens?
Is there anything in the library on darkspawn?
Are you looking for anything in particular?
I'm just browsing.
Keep your nose out of my business, Grey Warden.
Sorry, I don't have time for this.
I can spare a few moments.
I'd think a Warden would know more about that than I would.
I heard something about that.
The king's actions don't really concern me.
I believe mages could be very useful in this war.
Only to those not powerful enough to control it.
That's just one of the Chantry's lies.
I've never felt endangered by magic.
The danger of such things is overestimated.
I suppose you're right.
There is some danger.
We must be very careful with magic.
Yes.
I'm sure the king will protect us all.
Do you need something?
If not, step back; you're in my light.
This is a chance for me to prove I can achieve as much as any human.
Many humans believe elves are only fit to be servants.
Don't you want more for yourself?
We should be better mages than humans.
Our ancestors must have been great wielders of magic.
If that is how you feel, we have nothing more to discuss.
Good day.
Many humans do.
I'm trying to study.
Have some consideration for a fellow mage.
I will be soon.
I have studied hard, and this opportunity will not pass me by.
Are you surprised?
We are probably more attuned to magic than humans are... or at least our ancestors must have been.
With most of our history lost, I suppose I'll never really know.
Maybe the Dalish elves would, but I've never met one.
When elves were taken as slaves, we lost most of our culture.
Few of us even know our own language.
I hear the Dalish try to keep the old ways alive.
It must be easier for them, outside human rule.
They live in the wilderness, traveling where they will.
I've heard they keep the old beliefs alive.
To know who you are, you must know where you've been.
We're lost without our history.
I didn't know anything about elves until I came here.
Neither would I.
It must be a hard life.
As do I.
Perhaps one day I will have the chance to learn it.
Are you from an alienage?
I'm from a farm outside Highever.
My mother worked as the cook's assistant there.
They must've taken you away when you were very young.
I'm glad I didn't grow up in one of those.
Life was hard on the farm, but at least we were treated fairly well.
I suppose it doesn't matter where we're from, does it?
We're in the Circle now.
I am satisfied knowing the humans who looked down upon me will fear me instead.
But I should get back to my books.
What does that mean?
Are you saying elves cannot be educated?
That we lack the capacity to learn?
If you haven't realized by now, elves and humans are equal in the Circle.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I suppose it isn't entirely your fault.
With so many elves living in alienages, apart from humans, it's difficult for you to get a true idea of who we are.
Ironically, many of us don't know who we are, either.
Elves have lived under human rule for so long that much of our history and culture has been lost.
As a mage, I have an opportunity to prove myself.
I'm sorry, but I am quite busy with my work right now.
Greetings again, Brother.
I hope you are well.
Greetings again, Sister.
I hope you are well.
I just wanted to greet another of my kind.
I'll stand where I please.
I'm sorry.
I will leave you alone.
There is nothing wrong with being a servant.
Perhaps.
I've never thought of it.
I agree.
We should show them.
You shouldn't try to rise above your station.
Most elves I've known have been servants.
I don't believe that.
Your light?
Very well, I will leave you alone.
You're just an apprentice, not a mage.
I'm just happy to see another elf.
Lost history?
Dalish elf?
The past has gone.
Why bother?
I wouldn't want to be a Dalish elf.
I wish I knew the old language.
It's none of your business where I'm from.
I lived in Lothering.
I can't quite remember where I was from.
I'm from the Alienage in Denerim.
We're reviled as mages as well.
That's not a better life.
I suppose that makes us luckier than other elves.
Fine, go back to your books.
Thank you for talking with me.
You're well-spoken for an elf.
I don't take orders from elves.
You're elves.
What else is there to know?
I am sure you'll succeed.
I wish you luck.
You'll need it.
That sounds like a noble goal.
... many have already gone to Ostagar--Wynne, Uldred, and most of the senior mages!
We've committed enough of our own to this war effort--
Your own?
Since when have you felt such kinship with the mages, Greagoir?
Or are you afraid to let the mages out from under Chantry supervision, where they can actually use their Maker-given powers?
How dare you suggest--
Gentlemen, please.
Irving, someone is here to see you.
Nothing concerning you at this moment.
Come, child.
Ah, if it isn't our new brother in the Circle.
Come, child.
Ah, if it isn't our new sister in the Circle.
Come, child.
This is...?
Yes, this is he.
Yes, this is she.
Well, Irving, you're obviously busy.
We will discuss this later.
Of course.
Well, then... where was I?
Oh, yes.
This is Duncan, of the Grey Wardens.
Grey Wardens go wherever duty sends them.
There is something else, but I wanted you to meet Duncan first.
You've heard about the war brewing to the south, I expect?
Duncan is recruiting mages to join the king's army at Ostagar.
Of course not.
I wished to congratulate you on a successful end to last night's ordeal.
With the darkspawn invading, we need all the help we can get, especially from the Circle.
The darkspawn threat grows in the south.
We need all the help we can get.
Mages are uniquely equipped to combat darkspawn.
The power you mages wield is an asset to any army.
Your spells are very effective against large groups of mindless darkspawn.
They are twisted monsters that dwell underground, where the sun's light cannot touch them.
They have formed into a horde in the Korcari Wilds and threaten to invade north into the valley.
I fear if we don't drive them back, we may see another Blight.
Duncan, you worry the poor lad with talk of Blights and darkspawn.
This is a happy day for him.
Duncan, you worry the poor girl with talk of Blights and darkspawn.
This is a happy day for her.
We live in troubled times, my friend.
We should seize moments of levity, <emp>especially</emp> in troubled times.
The Harrowing is behind you.
Your phylactery was sent to Denerim.
You are officially a mage within the Circle of Magi.
Patience, child.
You have been through an ordeal.
Let us not rush things.
Joining the Circle is a reward as well.
You will realize this one day.
It goes without saying that you shall not discuss the Harrowing with those who have not undergone the rite.
Now, then... take your time to rest, or study in the library.
The day is yours.
Not yet.
Remember, the tower's walls protect us as much as they protect others from us.
I will return to my quarters.
Would you be so kind as to escort Duncan back to his room, child?
Being difficult, are we?
You are an apprentice no longer; I expect you to set a good example.
The guest quarters are on the east side of this floor, close to the library.
Now, if you'll both excuse me, I have matters to discuss with Greagoir.
Don't dawdle.
I trust you saw Duncan back to his quarters?
I wanted you to meet Duncan.
He's a most honorable man.
You should have taken the opportunity to get to know Duncan.
He's a great man.
I'm glad you met him.
He's a most honorable man.
He has much to be proud of, but he is hardly puffed up.
I'm glad you did.
He must have told you about the Grey Wardens.
He is not.
He's a Grey Warden.
Grey Wardens are peerless warriors who sacrifice all for our sakes.
We can learn much from them.
Now, did you need something?
I appreciate the favor.
When he is ready.
I'm sure you think so, but it's not your place to decide.
Very well.
I am here, should you wish to discuss anything.
And how does he know this?
I suppose the young initiate he dallies about with revealed it to him.
You think I didn't know?
I did not become first enchanter by keeping my eyes and ears shut.
Oh?
Interesting.
What more do you know?
Your loyalty to the Circle is obvious.
Tell me what you know, and your candor will not be forgotten.
And I suppose his lady friend is involved?
Yes, she must be helping him.
She would know more about the repository than he would.
Do you know anything else?
I suspected Lily would tell him of the impending Rite if she found out.
But I never expected they would have the gall to break into the repository.
Reporting him to Greagoir and the templars will accomplish nothing beyond what's already planned.
If the Circle must punish one of its own, I will see the Chantry done the same courtesy.
Lily will not walk free while my apprentice suffers.
She is also breaking every vow she ever took.
And Chantry and templars are models of magnanimity?
They would make us all tranquil if they could, and call it a kindness.
They fancy themselves our guardians, sitting smugly on their righteousness.
The Chantry must be reminded that not all of them are blameless.
If we mention her involvement, the Chantry will say that she was framed.
No, she must be caught in the act.
If you want to survive, you must learn the rules and realize that sometimes, sacrifices are necessary.
Jowan will become tranquil, but Lily must also face the consequences of her actions.
How did you learn of their plan?
Do they trust you?
Perfect.
Will you return to them and carry out their scheme?
With solid proof of their crime, we can act.
No charge from me is beyond your duty to this Circle, mage.
You must obey this order.
You felt comfortable enough to bring this to me.
Do not shy from your duty now.
Then do this: Learn the plan, and offer to help carry out their scheme.
I am afraid it is.
Greagoir says he has proof--and eyewitness testimony--that Jowan has been practicing blood magic.
I cannot say more.
Were it left to me, things might be different.
But the Chantry...
I'm sorry, child.
This Rite of Tranquility will happen.
I'm sorry, but it must be done.
It's not such a bad thing.
Jowan will come to terms with it, as will you.
Perhaps one day, you will see it from my side.
Let us not speak ill of my colleague... our colleague.
You know little of this, and I ask you to hold your tongue.
<desc>Sighs</desc> Lily should know better than to tell Jowan, though it is difficult to fault her actions.
The templars and priests should have been more discreet around her.
But there is no point in assigning blame.
Jowan knows, and nothing can be done about that.
You have returned.
Does something require my attention?
Ah, there you are.
I ran into Duncan.
You seemed to make a good impression; he was pleased to have met you.
You should speak to him more if you get the chance.
He's a wise and learned man.
Now, you haven't seen your friend Jowan since this morning, have you?
I wanted to know if he was feeling... all right.
He seemed nervous when I spoke to him.
He avoided my gaze and seemed ready to bolt.
You wouldn't know what brought about this behavior, would you?
Well, I'm here now.
Tell me what this is about.
I have known him as long as you have and he has never been skittish.
I was told he spoke to you at length today.
Like it or not, you are already involved.
Now, tell me what this is about.
You're a close friend; he must confide in you.
I was told he spoke to you at length today.
Are you sure you do not know why he's acting strangely?
Nothing will happen to you if you reveal this secret.
You are doing a service for the Circle.
And I presume his lover, Lily, told him about this?
Yes, I've known for some time.
I understand your need to protect your friend, so I shall make this easier.
Jowan is having an affair with an initiate, is he not?
I may be old, but I'm not blind.
Jowan is seeing the Chantry initiate, Lily.
Yes, I've known about this for some time.
And she revealed the plans to make him tranquil?
I understand why, though she should have known better.
Now, I know Jowan discussed something with you today.
What did he say?
So you realize Jowan is breaking the Circle's rules.
I commend your loyalty.
If he wishes to destroy his phylactery and escape, help him do it.
I could simply report Jowan to the templars, but Lily has also broken her vows and must face like consequences.
For this, we need irrefutable proof of her crime.
The Chantry will stand behind her, claiming she has been framed or is in the thrall of a blood mage.
There must be no doubt in their minds that she helped him voluntarily.
Yes, there is.
Trust me.
Tell Jowan and Lily you will aid them.
Help them enter the repository, if that is what they intend.
We will catch them red-handed.
No one will be able to dispute the severity of their crimes.
No charge from me is beyond your duty to this Circle.
Remember your place.
You must obey this order.
Go.
Convince them you will risk all for their cause.
I will be outside the repository with a contingent of templars.
Let them see the mischief into which their initiate led our student.
Perform well, and your dedication will be rewarded.
I apologize for disrupting your work, but I wish to discuss a matter of some urgency, concerning your friend Jowan.
He behaves oddly of late.
He avoids my gaze and looks ready to bolt whenever he speaks to me.
Do you know what brought this on?
Forgive me if I do not believe you.
You are back.
Has something gone wrong with the plan?
Help Jowan and Lily break into the repository.
I shall be waiting when you emerge.
You are doing a great service for the Circle.
Be proud.
I will know.
Trust me.
If you do your job, I will do mine, and everything will go smoothly.
Yes.
You should not be seen talking to me, lest Jowan and Lily become suspicious.
A rod of fire?
Why do you-- I understand.
Trying to break through the door this way?
Interesting...
The phylactery chamber door is warded and resists all magic worked upon it.
I wanted to see what you came up with.
I trusted you to approach me if you encountered a problem.
Even if I did, Greagoir always keeps his on his person.
Hmm... not easy breaking into a locked chamber, is it?
Still... ah, yes...
The phylactery chamber shares a wall with the artifact vault.
Age and dampness seeping up from the ground have weakened a segment of it.
You can break down this part of the wall to gain entrance into the chamber.
None that I can think of.
However, breaking down this wall should not be difficult.
We have an old Tevinter device in the vault.
It may have been used for defense, or possibly entertainment.
It amplifies spells.
Use the rod on this artifact, and aim it at the wall.
One more thing.
Do not be quick to suggest there is another way in.
I don't want Lily and Jowan to suspect.
Make it seem like you came up with the idea yourself.
Here is the form with my stamp.
Owain will release the rod to you now.
The artifact releases controlled bursts of energy.
Just aim it in the right direction.
The repository is deep within the tower.
It's unlikely anyone will hear anything except a muffled rumbling.
Besides, odd noises are quite commonplace here.
Are you all right?
Where's Greagoir?
I knew it... blood magic.
But to overcome so many...
I never thought him capable of such power...
None of us expected this.
Are you all right, Greagoir?
As good as can be expected given the circumstances!
If you had let me act sooner, this would not have happened!
Now we have a blood mage on the loose and no way to track him down!
Believe me, we will use our every resource.
Jowan destroyed his phylactery.
Without it, he will be hard to locate.
Don't you think I know that?
Where is the girl?
I...
I am here, ser.
You helped a blood mage!
Look at all he's hurt!
You've been a friend, but you needn't defend me any longer.
Knight-Commander...
I...
I was wrong.
I was accomplice to a... a blood mage.
I will accept whatever punishment you see fit.
Even... even Aeonar.
Get her out of my sight.
And you.
You know why the repository exists.
Some artifacts--some magics--are locked away for a reason!
And you think this excuses you?
As I said, he was working under my orders.
As I said, she was working under my orders.
And this improves the situation?
The phylactery chamber is forbidden to all save you and me!
I had my reasons.
You're not all-knowing, Irving!
You don't know how much influence the blood mage might have had.
How are we to deal with this?
You helped a blood mage escape.
All our prevention measures for naught--because of you!
Knight-Commander, if I may...
I am not only looking for mages to join the king's army.
I am also recruiting for the Grey Wardens.
Irving spoke highly of this mage, and I would like him to join the Warden ranks.
Irving spoke highly of this mage, and I would like her to join the Warden ranks.
Duncan, this mage has assisted a maleficar, and shown a lack of regard for the Circle's rules.
It is a rare person who risks all for a friend in need.
I stand by my decision.
I will recruit this mage.
No!
I refuse to let this go unpunished!
Hmph.
Perhaps not all our lessons have been lost.
He knows his place!
Hmph.
Perhaps not all our lessons have been lost.
She knows her place!
Don't be a fool.
You have assisted a maleficar.
You must know what awaits you in the Circle.
A waste of your gift.
I offer you something more.
What's he doing?
Stop him!
You are not taking this mage away!
You know Duncan can invoke the Right of Conscription if he wishes.
We must comply.
If the Grey Wardens wish to conscript someone, neither lord nor king can deny them.
So be it.
I hereby invoke the Right of Conscription.
This mage, from the Circle of Ferelden, is conscripted into the Grey Warden ranks.
I, Irving, first enchanter of the Circle of Ferelden, bear witness to this.
Greagoir, mages are needed.
This mage is needed.
Worse things plague this world than blood mages--you know that.
I take this young mage under my wing and bear all responsibility for his actions.
I take this young mage under my wing and bear all responsibility for her actions.
A blood mage escapes, and his accomplice is not only unpunished, but is rewarded by becoming a Grey Warden.
Are our rules nothing?
Have we lost all authority over our mages?
This does not bode well, Irving.
Enough.
We have no more say in this matter.
The Circle never forgets its apprentices, but the Grey Wardens shall be your family now.
We must make our way to Ostagar, where the king's army is camped.
You will be initiated there.
I will explain more when the time comes.
Yes.
Be proud, child.
You are luckier than you know.
You will have ample opportunity to hone your skills, I assure you.
You will carve out your own place in this world.
Come, your new life awaits.
This mage does not deserve a place in the Order.
Why?
Do we not reward service?
This mage has served the Circle well.
You have an opportunity few even dream of.
Do not squander it.
What?
You've promised him a new Grey Warden?
He has served the Circle well.
He would make an excellent Grey Warden.
She has served the Circle well.
She would make an excellent Grey Warden.
We look for dedication in our recruits.
Fighting the darkspawn requires such dedication, often at the expense of all else.
I object.
You say he operated under your instructions, Irving, but I do not trust him.
I object.
You say she operated under your instructions, Irving, but I do not trust her.
I must investigate this issue, and I will <emp>not</emp> release this mage to the Grey Warden.
This tower is not the place for you.
You have... a truly rare gift that should not be squandered.
Your time is just beginning.
The Grey Wardens offer a chance for something more.
Take it.
Save your breath.
I can speak for myself.
You sent for me?
What's going on?
First Enchanter?
What's he doing here?
A Grey Warden?
In the tower?
Is this why you had me summoned?
That's all you wanted to tell me?
I would like to defend Ferelden.
Who are we fighting?
Darkspawn are a dwarven problem.
What are darkspawn?
That's all I get?
I am glad to be a part of the Circle.
I'd prefer to talk now.
I will do that.
Does Duncan not know where his quarters are?
Then I will be happy to escort him.
If that is your command, then I must obey.
It would be my pleasure.
Yes.
Why did you ask me to do that?
Yes, and it was an utter waste of my time.
Of course, First Enchanter.
He was puffed up and full of himself.
We spoke a little.
I agree.
It was my privilege to have met him.
He seemed a man like any other.
I just wanted to tell you that I've done what you asked.
When is Jowan going through the Harrowing?
Jowan fears he is going to be made tranquil.
It's nothing.
I'm sorry to waste your time.
I just thought it odd that Jowan has not been tested yet.
I'm merely concerned for a friend.
Jowan is ready now.
Jowan says that he's going to be made tranquil.
Then you must know that Jowan plans to escape the Circle.
Will telling you earn me a reward?
Jowan and Lily are plotting to destroy Jowan's phylactery.
I only know he plans to destroy his phylactery.
Yes.
Lily told me, and I promised to help.
No, I came directly to you.
No, Lily has the plan.
I never approved of Jowan's actions.
What should we do now?
What will you do with Jowan?
You could just tell them she's involved.
Lily is just trying to save the man she loves.
That's rather vicious of you.
Will you report Lily's betrayal to Greagoir?
But didn't you say the Chantry protects us?
You are right.
The Chantry would do the same to us.
You're using Lily to get back at the Chantry?
Yes, they trust me.
And that's why I won't betray them.
They asked me to help them break into the repository.
I'm not comfortable deceiving them.
Jowan told me their intentions, but I don't know the plan.
So it's true?
Please, I beg you.
Don't do this to Jowan.
Why are you doing this to Jowan?
I must abide by the Circle's will.
I shall take my leave now.
You know this is wrong.
I have nothing more to say.
Jowan is planning to escape the Rite of Tranquility.
Greagoir must be making it up.
He hates all mages.
Yes, Lily told him.
No, I just stopped by to say hello.
Duncan's opinion means nothing to me.
It was an honor to meet a Grey Warden of his stature.
Duncan and I didn't talk much.
Why, is my social life of interest to you?
Yes, I spoke to him not long ago.
I wanted to talk to you about that, actually.
Jowan has always acted like that.
I do, but I don't want to get involved.
Jowan says he is going to be made tranquil.
I promised I wouldn't.
I can't imagine why he'd be nervous.
I can't say.
I gave him my word.
Will I get into trouble if I tell you?
He found out he's going to be made tranquil.
It's not my business.
I shouldn't get involved.
Quite sure.
I disapprove of their actions.
He wanted my help to escape, but I refused him.
Do you realize what you're asking?
I cannot.
He wants to break into the repository.
What does this have to do with me?
How will you achieve that?
There is no way to get proof like that.
I will do as you ask.
That's beyond the call of duty.
What's in it for me?
I am honored to serve the Circle.
He's trying to destroy his phylactery.
I have no idea.
What am I supposed to do, again?
How will you know when we get into the repository?
Do you expect something to go wrong?
I need this form signed.
This will work, won't it?
The sooner you sign the form, the sooner I can be done.
What's interesting?
You could've told me this earlier.
Can you give me your key?
What am I supposed to do then?
It's not easy to break down a wall.
Is there no other way?
How would I do this?
I shall do this.
What if it destroys everything else in the room?
Won't someone hear that?
You know more about these things than I do.
I knew he was acting suspicious.
I can't believe he just did that!
He lied to me!
Jowan said he wasn't a blood mage!
He can't have gone far.
You could still capture him.
I'm sure you'll think of something.
Yes, Jowan destroyed his phylactery.
You forced Jowan's hand.
She did it for love.
Lily didn't know Jowan was a blood mage.
Jowan's the one you want, not me!
I had no idea he was a blood mage.
Nothing?
I was just doing as I was told.
Do what you like.
I stand by my decision to help Jowan.
But I am a mage.
My place is here!
If the Grey Wardens will have me, I will gladly go.
I've always hoped to prove myself as a mage.
Greagoir is right.
I should face the consequences.
But I haven't done anything wrong.
Death?
Tranquility?
He has greater authority than you?
The right of what?
Then let him invoke it.
I will not leave otherwise.
What about my punishment?
I would prefer to go with the Wardens voluntarily.
Then I shall let my fate be decided for me.
Am I to leave the Circle forever?
What lies in store for me?
So I am to be a Grey Warden?
I shall be sad to leave the Circle.
Perhaps the Grey Wardens will appreciate my talent more.
I guess there isn't much left here for me.
Thank you for everything, First Enchanter.
I am a mage.
My place is here in the Circle.
Are you all right?
Say something, please...
It's me, Jowan!
Calm down!
Just... try to relax.
You're in the dormitory.
Take a deep breath...
You're safe.
I'm glad you're all right.
They carried you in this morning.
I didn't even realize you'd been gone all night.
I've heard about apprentices who never come back from Harrowings.
Is it really that dangerous?
What was it like?
There must be something more, or they would tell the apprentices what's involved.
Is that why they don't tell us what it's about?
I know I'm not supposed to know... but we're friends.
Just a little hint, and I'll stop asking, I promise!
Really?
That's it?
And now you get to move to the mages' quarters upstairs.
I hope I get there some day.
That... makes sense.
They want to see if you can resist a demon and stop yourself from becoming an abomination.
Hmph.
So much for friendship.
I'll leave you alone then.
And now you get to move to the nice mages' quarters upstairs.
I'm stuck here and I don't know when they'll call me for <emp>my</emp> Harrowing.
Easy for you to say.
I've been here longer than you have...
Sometimes I think they just don't want to test me.
No, I'm afraid of what will happen to me.
I've been ready for a long time.
I'm afraid they don't want me to take the test.
The Tranquil never go through a Harrowing.
You do the Harrowing, the Rite of Tranquility... or you die.
That's what happens.
If... if they don't call apprentices to the Harrowing, it probably means...
Tranquility.
They might not.
But the Rite of Tranquility is just as bad... maybe worse.
You've seen Tranquil around the tower.
Like Owain, who runs the stockroom.
He's so cold.
No, not even cold.
There's just... nothing in him.
It's like he's dead, but still walking.
His voice, his eyes are lifeless... 
He's been made tranquil.
I don't know how they do it exactly, but you're cut off from the Fade.
It takes away your magic abilities, along with your dreams... and emotions.
The Fade is the dream realm.
Maybe it's a side effect of being cut off from the Fade.
No dreams, no emotions?
Apprentices can ask to be made tranquil if they fear the Harrowing.
But the Circle also forces Tranquility on those they feel are weak.
And sometimes they force it on apprentices they think might be too... dangerous as mages.
I shouldn't waste your time with this.
I was supposed to tell you to see Irving as soon as you woke up.
He said he'd be in his study upstairs.
He didn't tell me.
About the Harrowing, I'd guess, but you never know with Irving.
You'd better not keep him waiting.
We can speak later.
I'm glad I caught up to you.
Are you done talking with Irving?
Does it really matter?
I need to talk to you.
Do you remember what we discussed this morning?
No.
Please, I need you to listen.
Shhh!
I...
I just want to make sure we're not overheard.
We should go somewhere else.
I don't feel safe talking here.
It won't take long.
I promise.
I've been troubled...
I'll explain.
Come with me, please.
She's right here!
I'm sorry, Lily...
So you can see why we wish to keep it a secret.
Lily's been given to the Chantry.
She is not allowed to have... relations with men.
If anyone finds out... we'll both be in trouble.
I won't give Lily up for anything.
Thank you.
I knew you'd stand by me.
I wish that was the only thing I needed to talk about.
They'll take everything that I am from me--my dreams, hopes, fears... my love for Lily.
All gone...
Is it?
It's just another kind of death.
That makes it so much worse, doesn't it?
Not knowing how much you have lost...
They'll extinguish my humanity.
I'll just be a husk, breathing and existing, but not truly living.
No, it won't!
They're going to destroy me!
I won't put Lily through the pain of seeing me like that.
There's... a rumor about me.
People think I'm a blood mage.
They think that making me a Circle mage will endanger everyone.
What?
Oh, you mean... you and me.
Er... this is awkward...
It never crossed my mind.
You're like a sister to me.
You don't... like me as something more than a friend, do you?
I see.
Why bring it up now, especially with... you know, things?
And Lily.
I... love her and--
That was a bizarre thing to talk about, especially now...
I mean, maybe if you had...
You know, I'm just going to drop this.
Great.
I mean, that's good.
That was... an odd thing to bring up...
And a bit disturbing.
No, and I don't care.
Why?
My parents hated me.
I don't really want to think about them.
I came here a year or so before you did.
I must have been... five or six years old.
Mother stopped talking to me after I showed signs of magical ability.
She wouldn't even look at me.
She'd mutter under her breath that I was a demon child and an abomination in the Maker's sight.
Mother could be cruel... especially if you got on her bad side, which was easy to do.
She'd fight with my father, saying that she didn't want "that thing"--meaning me--in her house.
Guess that's what drove him to leave me at the village Chantry.
I suppose it's just as well.
Bah.
It's the past.
She was saying the Chant of Light in the chapel one night while I was walking past...
I've heard the Chant many times, but I never realized how beautiful the words were until then.
You need a senior mage's stamp?
I wasn't expecting that.
You can't ask Irving, obviously...
I'd send you to Wynne, but I think she went to Ostagar.
Hmm...
I suppose there's old Sweeney.
He might help.
He doesn't teach or mentor anymore.
Spends his time reading the same few books in the library over and over.
I see him sometimes when I'm down there.
He's easy to overlook, being so bent over and all.
The man's ancient.
His story is sad.
Sweeney was married to a non-mage.
His children came here a few years ago to take him home.
They wanted him to live out his remaining years surrounded by family.
The templars turned them down flat.
They thought an old mage who might not have full control over his faculties was a danger.
Most likely.
In a few years, he won't be able to defend himself from a stiff breeze, let alone a demon.
I bet they would have put him down if they could.
That's just how things are for mages, isn't it?
Torn from our families as children.
We choose Tranquility or Harrowing, or turn apostate and get hunted down by the templars.
Or become abominations, go mad, and <emp>then</emp> get hunted down like dogs by the templars.
Should you survive all that, your reward is spending the rest of your lonely days gibbering to yourself in a cold tower.
You tell yourself that.
I hope it keeps you warm at night when you're old, drooling, insane, and templars are still watching your every move.
The Chantry makes us out to be monsters when we aren't.
I've never seen an abomination, have you?
And apostates are usually just trying to eke out miserable existences in spite of their magical curses.
It makes me ill.
With luck, and with your help...
Anyway, try old Sweeney.
He's a nice old man, if a little befuddled.
I'm so nervous things will go wrong.
Lily and I will get married somewhere... away from the Circle and its rules.
Perhaps in the outskirts of Ferelden.
Or in Orlais.
Just... far from here.
We'll live a quiet life, away from magic.
Maybe we can buy a farm one day.
I'm trying.
Well... let's just concentrate on what we're doing.
I'm not giving up!
We've come too far.
Maker's breath!
What was that?
This place is terrifying.
Can we try not to touch anything and just do what we came here to do?
This is the phylactery chamber!
It worked!
I can't wait to get out of this dank basement and smell the free air!
We did it!
I can't believe it!
Thank you... we could never have--
So what you said was true, Irving.
G-Greagoir.
An initiate, conspiring with a blood mage.
I'm disappointed, Lily.
She seems shocked, but fully in control of her own mind.
Not a thrall of the blood mage, then.
You were right, Irving.
The initiate has betrayed us.
The Chantry will not let this go unpunished.
And this one, newly a mage, and already flouting the rules of the Circle.
I'm disappointed in you.
You could have told me what you knew of this plan, and you didn't.
You don't care for the mages!
You just bow to the Chantry's every whim!
Enough!
As knight-commander of the templars here assembled, I sentence this blood mage to death.
And this initiate has scorned the Chantry and her vows.
Take her to Aeonar.
No!
I won't let you touch her!
He is here under my orders, Greagoir.
I take full responsibility for his actions.
She is here under my orders, Greagoir.
I take full responsibility for her actions.
Wait... you... you led us into a trap?!
Don't you dare speak to me!
And here's your lackey, who so efficiently delivered these miscreants into our hands.
Your plan worked, after all.
We're too late, Jowan.
They're here...
We're trapped.
It'll be all right.
We'll get out of this, Lily.
I promise.
Where am I?
Is this the Fade?
A demon!
Die, demon!
It was a test of ability--that's all.
We're friends but don't ask this.
You know I can't tell you.
It was... harrowing.
Stop pestering me, Jowan.
Patience.
You'll go through it soon enough.
I had to enter the Fade.
Yes, that's pretty much it.
And if a demon possesses you, they kill you.
No.
I had to defend myself from demons.
I really shouldn't.
I've passed my test; that's all I care about.
Don't worry so much about it.
Any day now, probably.
They'll summon you to the test when you're ready.
You're just paranoid.
Maybe you're just not ready yet.
Doesn't everyone go through a Harrowing?
You worry too much.
It's annoying.
What does this have to do with you?
They're not going to kill you, Jowan.
What's the Rite of Tranquility?
I think you're reading too much into it.
I'll watch for that next time I talk to Owain.
What did they do to him?
How awful.
No emotions?
How's that possible?
It's an option for those who fear the Harrowing.
I should go talk to him immediately.
Where is he?
What for?
Going through another personal crisis?
Were you following me?
I think I am, for now.
Hello again, Jowan.
Oh, all right.
Spit it out.
Of course I do.
Can this wait?
Why are you whispering?
It looks very suspicious.
You seem a little on edge.
You'd better not be wasting my time.
You're starting to worry me, Jowan.
Ah.
I was beginning to doubt her existence.
This fat cow is your lover?
An initiate?
That's forbidden.
And you'll only have yourself to blame.
Love will conquer all.
You should rethink this relationship.
You can trust me.
I won't tell anyone.
You can't have brought me here to chat about love.
And what does this have to do with me?
It's better than dying.
That sounds terrible.
But if you can't feel, then you can't feel sad about it.
It's going to be all right.
How did you find out about this?
Jowan, why didn't we ever...
No, not in that way.
Well, maybe.
A little.
Hah!
You should see your expression.
It was priceless.
Of course not.
Don't be stupid.
Do you know where your family is?
How could you not care?
I don't believe you've ever talked about your family.
I don't know where my family is either.
I was just curious.
Well, you are somewhat demonic-looking.
She must have been afraid of you.
That's cruel.
How did you meet Lily?
Stop it.
You're making me ill.
Jowan, I need this form stamped.
What should I do?
Where would I find him?
I don't think I know Sweeney.
Old Sweeney's still around?
And he's still here?
It's nice his children wanted him to be with them.
He is dangerous, if he no longer has strength of will.
Were they afraid he would become an abomination?
Why didn't they just make him tranquil?
It's not as bad as you make it out to be.
We just have to accept it.
We're dangerous.
You'll be away from all that soon.
What will you do after you escape?
A farm?
Well, suit yourself, I guess.
I just want both of you to be happy.
Don't worry, Jowan.
Everything happens for a reason.
It means that people get what's coming to them.
It just seemed like an appropriate thing to say.
Nothing.
I assure you, this isn't what it looks like.
I knew this would end badly.
This looks bad.
The first enchanter does what he can to protect us.
Jowan, please don't make it worse.
Jowan's right.
You don't care for the apprentices.
Your foolish plan was doomed from the start.
Your actions were misguided, Jowan.
I had no choice.
I'm sorry.
You two are in big trouble.
Blessed art thou who exists in the sight of the Maker...
Blessed are the penitents who seek His return.
Oh.
I didn't see you there.
Bless-- Oh, hello...
I'm reciting the Maker's blessings.
Would you like to join me?
Yes.
I love that prayer.
Would you say it with me?
Wonderful!
I'll start over.
Blessed art thou who exists in the sight of the Maker.
Blessed are the penitents who seek His return.
Perhaps I should lead?
Blessed is the Prophetess, sacrificed to the holy flame.
May the Chant reach the Maker's ears and tell Him of our contrition.
So let it be.
Thank you for praying with me.
I recite the Maker's blessings every day.
It brings me peace in troubled times.
It gives me hope that one day, the Maker will hear us.
That maybe I'll be forgiven, and my curse will be lifted.
Then why would our transgressions hurt Him so?
If He didn't care, He would not have left.
I fear my magic will remain a constant reminder of how mankind has failed the Maker.
Magic--what else?
Magic causes such misery.
It's dangerous and vile and wicked.
The Chantry must protect the world from us.
Being born with something so terrible must be a punishment.
I wish I could be rid of it.
That doesn't take magic.
If I could, I would dedicate my life to the Chantry, but they would never take me in.
Perhaps this is just something I will have to suffer through.
That takes the magic from me?
It does, doesn't it?
I had heard that... but life without magic is so tempting!
Imagine!
No fear of becoming an abomination.
Not being reviled by common folk and Chantry...
I should go.
My mentor only allows a few minutes each day for religious contemplation.
No, not really.
It's just... <desc>sigh</desc> I don't want to bore you with this.
Oh, all right then.
The Maker's blessings?
Perhaps some other time.
All right.
I'll join you.
I don't exactly know the blessings very well.
Blessed is... that woman, Andraste, who... um... did stuff.
Blessed is the Prophetess, purified by flame.
I don't find comfort in such things.
Just speaking words brings you peace?
Your problems do not concern me.
I don't think the Maker really cares.
Humanity will always be tainted.
Curse?
Magic has made me suffer, too.
You're being foolish.
Magic is a gift.
You don't like having this power?
Magic isn't a curse.
Only a fool would not appreciate this talent.
I hope you succeed in turning the Maker's gaze on you.
You could use your abilities to help people.
So do I, but I make do.
You could ask to be made tranquil.
It also takes away your ability to feel.
Someone like you is better off tranquil, anyway.
You should discuss this with your mentor.
The Chantry would appreciate one less mage running about.
Are you in trouble?
You're probably right.
Goodbye.
I should not interrupt your meditations.
I'm sure it isn't boring.
It's all right.
I want to know.
I heard about your Harrowing.
Congratulations.
Andraste must have smiled upon you.
Thank you for your help.
Freedom is so close...
I can almost taste it.
Here is the repository door!
So far, so good.
We'll need another way into the phylactery chamber.
Let's explore the repository.
This is the room.
We did it!
We must find Jowan's phylactery quickly.
It shouldn't be hard to find.
There aren't many phylacteries here.
Would you destroy yours too, if it were here?
You still can.
I don't think they'll be able to catch you, once you're out of here.
You'd know how to evade them.  You're clever... not like me. 
Let's just find my phylactery.
With the other apprentice phylacteries, I imagine.
We must find Jowan's phylactery!
Your help is beyond the bounds of duty or friendship.
You have our gratitude, always.
Let's look around, then.
It's a pity they've taken mine to Denerim.
Of course.
I could escape with you.
Where would it be?
Welcome to the Circle's stockroom of magical items.
My name is Owain.
How may I assist you?
I voluntarily submitted to the Rite of Tranquility.
I was unwilling to undergo the Harrowing.
I find this state agreeable.
I see the world with clarity.
I remember the days when my mind was filled with inconvenient and seething emotions.
Now things are simple.
Very well.
Goodbye.
I was ordered to never speak of it.
I cannot go against the Circle's wishes.
It is difficult to describe.
I would perhaps compare it to being plunged into a pool of ice-cold water.
My body is similar in form to yours, possessing an equal number of limbs, appendages, and internal organs.
I perform the same physical functions.
My mind is capable of higher thought processes.
Am I to be denied personhood because I do not feel as you do?
I have thoughts and memories.
I remember my past, my childhood in the tower, and my apprenticeship.
These experiences defined me.
My lack of emotion simply adds to what is already there.
People feel things to different degrees.
One individual may be more empathetic than the next.
Some are quick to anger, while others are not.
Yet you would not single one out and accuse him of not being a person.
My capacity to feel differs from yours, but you also differ from all other beings.
You are no more a person than others, and I am no less a person than you are.
I do not have the capacity to be offended.
Still, I believe I am a person.
I propose we agree to disagree.
Personhood is not measurable.
Therefore, we should let this rest.
Tranquility has its merits.
The stockroom is not a shop.
Your mentor should have clarified this.
The stockroom stores components used in magical and alchemical experiments.
Do you require something?
Do you find my greeting disagreeable?
I apologize, but I am not inclined to change it.
Do you need something?
Rods of fire serve many purposes.
Why do you wish to acquire this particular item?
It is procedure.
Some mages require them for their research; others merely want to light fireplaces.
Have you lost the key to a lock?
I will set down that you require the rod to deal with a personal matter.
Here is the form--"Request for Rod of Fire."  Have it signed and dated by a senior enchanter.
I will release a rod to you once I have the signed form.
It is procedure.
I need a senior mage's authorization to release an item.
Everything looks to be in order.
Here is the rod you requested.
I don't need anything.
Are you really a Tranquil mage?
I suppose that could be nice.
You actually like being this way?
What is it like not having emotions?
I should go now.
What happened during the Rite of Tranquility?
What was becoming tranquil like?
And now you are no longer a person.
A person is more than just physical parts.
You might as well be an artfully made construct.
But a person has emotions.
You don't.
My statement was rude.
I apologize.
Silence!
You're confusing me.
But emotions are essential.
Don't you think what they did to you is cruel?
What can I buy here?
What is the stockroom for?
Is that how you greet everyone?
I need a rod of fire.
Why do you need to know?
What can the rods be used for?
I need the rod for my research into... burning things.
I anticipate having to light a fireplace.
Can the rods melt through metal locks?
I don't see how this is your business.
I'm just helping a friend.
In a manner of speaking, yes.
I will be back shortly.
Can't we take anything we need from the stockroom?
Why can't you give it to me now?
Here's the signed form for the rod of fire.
Oh... hello.
I don't believe we've met... are you new to the Circle?
I'm sorry.
There are so many of you, and I get confused.
Not to mention these old eyes are starting to go...
Such cheek!
Why, in my day, junior mages wouldn't dare say such things to an older mage.
If they did, it was an hour in the freezy chair.
Pure steel it was.
Someone would cast a cold spell on it and strap you to it without your trousers on.
I miss the freezy chair.
You're too kind.
I'm old and about to fall apart.
Nothing in the world can fix that.
But I enjoy the library.
These books, they're old friends of mine.
And it's quiet.
When you're my age, you'll appreciate the quiet.
Not any magic I'd be caught doing.
Anyway... did you need something?
I'm not good at talking.
Too much chatter makes my head throb.
Don't you have lessons to get to?
Shoo!
That story's been going around for years.
Gets worse with every telling, I imagine.
Yes, spending time with the family is nice.
I get to see them when they visit on Andraste's Day.
But honestly, I'm used to being here.
Nothing wrong with it.
At my age, you don't like moving around much.
The stress of traveling... bad for the bowels.
Heh.
When you get to my age, you don't care who knows about your inner workings.
What's this?
A request form from the stockroom? "Rod of Fire..."
I remember when the junior mages I mentored asked for some of those.
Turns out they were burning holes in each other's trousers.
One boy burned peepholes into the female apprentices' dormitory. <desc>Laughs</desc>
You're not involved in any such rubbish, are you?
No, of course you're not.
Look at you. <desc>Laughs</desc> So angelic.
Well, I won't ask why you need it.
Tower's too boring lately.
Tell you what, I'll put my name on this form... like so...
... and if you get the chance, burn a big hole in the seat of the trousers of the templar that patrols the library.
Do that for old Sweeney, won't you?
Bastard's always giving me the stink-eye.
Young mages these days... no discipline.
That's what I tell Irving.
Bah, off with you now.
You be on your way now.
I suppose I am.
I've been here longer than just about anyone else.
Ah, it's you again.
Or at least I think it is.
You all look the same to me.
You give that templar a good toastin'?
Can't wait to see the look on his face.
That'll bring some warmth to these old bones.
Are you daft?
I've seen you in here many times.
I'm a newly Harrowed mage, but I've lived here all my life.
You might remember me as an apprentice.
Maybe someone could help you fix them.
Starting?
I'd say they've already gone.
That doesn't sound pleasant.
What are you on about, you old fool?
Freezy chair?
You should rest more, not be in the library.
Magic could.
I think I should go.
I just wanted to talk.
I heard about your family.
Er...
I see.
I don't think I'll have time.
I'll see if I can manage that.
You are a senior enchanter, are you not?
I shouldn't bother you.
Goodbye.
I wish this place was more exciting.
I'm getting itchy about the armpits.
I think I'm allergic to mages.
I trust you are keeping out of trouble?
I'm on duty, and your presence irritates me.
There is nothing for us to chat about.
Be on your way.
Move along, mage.
<desc>This book is bound in iron and locked shut.
Strange runes cover its surface.</desc>
<desc>This bookcase is full of dusty, moldering books.</desc>
I think the phylactery chamber is on the other side of the wall behind this bookcase.
Look carefully.
The mortar's damp and decaying here.
We should be able to find something that can knock some of the bricks loose.
I can't do it on my own!
You have to help me.
If we work together, we can shift it.
Come on.
It should be pretty easy to get this out of the way.
Oh, I see.
If that thing can break through a wall, it should break through a bookcase.
<desc>You already moved the bookcase.
There is no need to move it further.</desc>
You're not suggesting we break down a wall?
So?
The wall looks weak in spots, here.
All right, Jowan, move the bookcase aside.
You'll have to help me, then.
But the bookcase is in the way.
I don't think we should even bother moving this.
Never mind.
Let's move it out of the way first.
Stop talking and think for a second, Jowan.
We could just break through the bookcase <emp>and</emp> the wall.
It looks fairly heavy to me.
What do you think this does?
Why does the Circle keep so many Tevinter artifacts in storage?
It's history, Lily... and it's fascinating.
I've seen pictures of things like this.
They amplify any spell cast into them.
I bet we could use this to break into the phylactery chamber.
It's our best option.
See where the mortar might be decaying behind that bookcase?
Let's take a closer look.
Use this with the rod.
I'm sure it'll work.
Hurry... the clock's ticking.
Are you saying we should use it to amplify a spell and break our way into the chamber?
But the door is warded.
No magic will work.
The mortar in that wall does look weak.
I wish the bookcase wasn't in the way.
That might work.
The wall seems weak enough.
This is just a stockpile of useless objects, Jowan.
I think this one's merely decorative.
I can't imagine what this does, though.
Are you sure that's a good idea?
I suppose we could amplify the rod's power.
I doubt we could move it to the door.
I've heard of these.
They amplify any spell cast into them.
What about just going through the wall?
We won't use it on the door.
Look at the wall over there.
Well, it won't be in the way for long.
Don't worry about the bookcase.
Leave it to me.
We'll just have to move it.
This will work.
Don't worry.
Stand back and I'll show you how it's done.
Just leave it to me.
Look at this!
I never realized the Circle had amassed this much treasure!
You shouldn't touch anything, Jowan.
The Circle must have good reason to secret these artifacts away and store them behind lock and key.
The scrollwork looks like ancient Tevinter...
Jowan, don't...!
Stop mothering him.
He's an adult.
I suppose if he's careful, it should be all right.
Why?
Are you afraid?
I agree.
It could be dangerous.
Lily, we have to get out of here!
I can't hold them for long!
By the Maker... blood magic!
H-how could you?
You said you never...
I admit, I...
I dabbled!
I thought it would make me a better mage!
Blood magic is evil, Jowan.
It corrupts people... changes them...
I'm going to give it up.
All magic.
I just want to be with you, Lily.
Please, come with me...
I trusted you.
I was ready to sacrifice everything for you...
I...
I don't know who you are, blood mage.
Stay away from me...
This is lyrium: the very essence of magic and your gateway into the Fade.
Keep your wits about you and remember the Fade is a realm of dreams.
The spirits may rule it, but your own will is real.
You are ready.
The Chantry calls this entrance "the Victims' Door." It is built of two hundred and seventy-seven planks, one for each original templar.
It is a reminder of all the dangers those cursed with magic pose.
The doors can be opened only by a templar and a mage, entering together.
The Chantry provides the password, which primes the ward, and the mage touches it with mana, to release it.
First, the password...
"Sword of the Maker, Tears of the Fade."
The password only primes the door.
Now it must feel the touch of mana.
Any spell will do.
But hurry.
Yes.
I got it from a templar who recently accompanied a mage into the vault.
We have chatted on many occasions.
I believe he trusts me.
The ward only responds to the touch of one who has been through the Harrowing.
Initiates must learn the Circle's history if they are to work with templars and mages.
It looks just like any other door.
But how do we get past it?
So what must I do?
Is that it?
Can we enter now?
I heard something.
I trust you have the password?
And he wasn't suspicious of you?
Since you have the password, can't Jowan help you enter?
How do you know this?
On a cliff overlooking the dark waters of Lake Calenhad stands the tower fortress that is home to the Circle of Magi.
Within the high stone walls, the Circle practices its magic and trains apprentices in the proper use of their powers. 
This gilded cage is the only world you know.
Found to be sensitive to magic at a young age, you were torn from your family and grafted here as an apprentice.
<desc>You see Jowan's phylactery in a corner of this case.</desc>
That's my phylactery!
You found it!
I can't believe this tiny vial stands between me and freedom.
So fragile, so easy just to be rid of it... to end its hold over me...
... and I am free.
Well, it is done now.
Let us leave.
I do not want to stay here a moment longer.
Now?
Can't it wait till we're away from this tower?
We can talk later if you want.
You what?!
Why... why would you do that?
I trusted you.
I thought you cared about me.
But you only care for yourself.
So would you let them... even help them to make me tranquil?
Why?!
Why are you even here?
Why did you lie and say you would help us?
Do you realize what they'll do to Lily if she's caught?
I would rather they kill me and leave her unharmed!
Now both of us--
Irving made you?
Don't you have a mind of your own?
Can't you--
Jowan, we should go.
We can still get away.
Don't talk to me!
Leave us alone; you've done enough!
Only apprentice phylacteries are stored in the Circle Tower.
This tiny room could not hold the phylacteries of every mage who has passed through the tower doors.
Come on, you two.
We're done here, and we should leave.
<desc>You see the phylacteries of the Circle's apprentices.</desc>
The sooner we're out of here, the better.
That certainly took a while.
Then let us move on.
Jowan, I must confess something.
Yes.
I suppose it can.
No.
I need to tell you that I told Irving what you're up to.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have.
If they found out I helped you, I would be punished.
Irving would have found out, anyway.
It was the right thing to do.
Irving just wants solid proof of Lily's involvement.
They want to catch both of you red-handed.
Irving made me do this.
I doubt it, but you could try.
I'm sorry I brought this on you.
They're waiting for you.
Hmm.
I expected a larger room, and many more phylacteries.
Do you have the rod with you?
Melt the locks off!
<desc>You use the rod on the locks, but nothing happens.</desc>
What's the matter?
Why isn't it working?
<desc>Nothing happens.</desc>
Lily... something's not right.
I... can't cast spells here.
Nothing works.
These wards carved into the stone... this must be the templars' work.
They negate any magic cast within this area.
I should have guessed!
Why would Greagoir and Irving use simple keys for such a door?
Because magical keys don't work!
How do you keep mages away from something?
Make their powers completely worthless!
Let's hurry...
We've wasted enough time.
It can't be opened!
We need another way into the phylactery chamber!
<act>Use the rod on the locks.</act>
Maybe the rod's broken.
<act>Try the rod again.</act>
That door there, where does it lead?
There must be another entrance.
There could be another way in, around the back.
There's something odd about that statue...
How should I know?
It's magical... this is a room of magical obje--
Yes, I'd have to agree with you on tha--
Maker's breath!
Did it just say something?
I am the essence and spirit of Eleni Zinovia, once consort and advisor to Archon Valerius.
Prophecy my crime, cursed to stone for foretelling the fall of my lord's house.
"Forever shall you stand on the threshold of my proud fortress," he said, "and tell your lies to all who pass..."
But my lord found death at the hands of his enemies and his once-proud fortress crumbled to dust, as I foretold.
A Tevinter statue!
Don't listen to it!
The Tevinter lords dabbled in many forbidden arts!
This is a wicked thing!
Come on, Jowan.
Let's go.
It must have been here for years.
Look at the dust.
I feel a little sorry for it... her.
Weep not for me, child.
Stone they made me and stone I am, eternal and unfeeling.
And I shall endure 'til the Maker returns to light their fires again.
No help can be given me, for this is my doom and my destiny.
Ambiguous rubbish.
It could mean anything.
I can do it too: The sun grows dark, but lo!
Here comes the dawn!
Stop talking to it.
Please, both of you.
<desc>The statue is silent.</desc>
Why would this be here?
I wonder who this statue is.
It's just a statue.
Leave it be.
I don't like it.
It's creepy.
Uh, let's leave it alone.
Lily's right.
We should ignore it.
How did they do this?
Is she still alive?
It must be very old.
How did a Tevinter statue get here?
I think we should leave it alone.
Yes, we have much to do.
You've got ten minutes, ser.
Orders and all.
You understand.
Of course.
Leave us alone, will you please?
My lady...
And I for you, my heart.
I bring little but bad news, though.
My lord...
I could be better.
I have bad news, though.
I understand.
It's going to get worse, though.
The Assembly isn't going to call for you. 
Bhelen has taken Trian's place in the Assembly.
He introduced a motion to condemn you immediately, and it easily passed.
He... had fully half the Assembly ready to vote on something completely against tradition and justice!
He must have been making deals and alliances for months, if not years.
He's more clever than either of us ever thought.
I don't know that you'll get that chance. 
Some of the lords, especially Harrowmont, are suspicious of Bhelen's instant rise to power.
They are rallying, but far too slowly. 
The Assembly has already sentenced both of us.
I'm afraid not.
Fratricide is a crime that inflames the passions.
If so, I can't imagine what it is.
My knighthood will be stripped, my name torn from my family records... but I will be allowed to attempt some sort of life on the surface.
Lord Harrowmont moved for a similar exile for you, but Bhelen's supporters overwhelmed him.
You're to be sealed in the Deep Roads to fight darkspawn until you are overwhelmed and killed.
It doesn't have to be.
Lord Harrowmont says the king has taken ill.
He couldn't bear losing two of his children at once.
That may have been Bhelen's first mistake.
There is a chance, my lady, but it's not a big one.
There is a chance, my lord, but it's not a big one.
Lord Harrowmont gave me access to see you so I could tell you this:
Duncan and the Grey Wardens are still in the Deep Roads, in tunnels connected to those you are to be left in.
If you survive long enough to find the Grey Wardens, you may be able to escape with Duncan.
There are worse ways for a warrior to live than fighting the darkspawn with such allies.
Well, perhaps this was meant to be.
The Grey Wardens aren't all humans.
Remember the stories of the dwarven Wardens who lifted the hundred-day siege of Orzammar.
The Grey Wardens don't care about a person's past.
They recruit for daring, intelligence, and martial power.
If you can find them, I'm sure you can join them and escape the Deep Roads.
They're down there somewhere.
It's just a matter of surviving long enough to track them.
Bhelen underestimated you.
Much as we underestimated him.
I begged to go with you and fight at your side, but Bhelen's pet nobles wouldn't hear of it.
I would give up all the safety in the world to go down this dark path with you.
I'm going to try to go to Denerim, the human capital.
If you make it out, find me.
I know you will, but still...
Our time is up.
May the Paragons guide your sword and the Stone hold you up.
I will always be your man, my Lady Aeducan.
I will always be your man, my Lord Aeducan.
We have no time, my heart. 
The guards won't keep quiet about something like that.
Your family will know...
As you say, my dearest one.
I must go now.
I will always love you, my lady.
I will always love you, my lady.
Very well, then.
Goodbye, my Lady Aeducan.
Very well, then.
Goodbye, my Lord Aeducan.
Good luck.
I know.
But I do have to go.
Good luck to you.
No.
Ser Gorim isn't anywhere anymore.
They are ready for you now.
My lady, please.
Do not grant Bhelen this victory.
My lord, please.
Do not be so hard on yourself.
Trian's death is a tragedy.
Do not compound it by taking your own life.
As a Warden, you could make up for all that happened.
You were lied to, made to think that you acted in your own protection!
And that's not all.
I was worried for you.
Why has the Assembly not sent for me yet?
I am fine, Gorim.
You?
Trian is dead.
How do you think I am?
My plans are in ruins.
How do you think I am?
So now Bhelen will be king when my father dies.
So what happens now?
You have to respect Bhelen's ability to play the game.
I'm going to kill him.
Tell me.
What's going to happen to you?
I'm guessing I don't get a full pardon?
There must be a way to fight this.
It's a warrior's death, at least.
What does my father say about this?
The cowards weren't strong enough kill me themselves.
So I'm doomed.
The Grey Wardens would take an exile, a murderer?
Duncan said he'd ask my father if I could join the Wardens.
I'm supposed to turn to humans for help?
The Grey Wardens seemed good men, for humans.
How do I find the Grey Wardens?
I'll consider it.
That's not much of a chance.
Only darkspawn between me and freedom?
You're safer going to the surface.
I wish you were going to be at my side, as well.
I'll be all right.
Goodbye, Gorim. 
The same to you, my friend.
Just hold me one last time.
You're right.
We must still protect our reputations.
Who cares what people think now?
You're right.
Go.
I'll be better off without you.
Goodbye, Gorim.
Wait.
I didn't mean it like that.
Are you still here?
I deserve no such mercy.
I deserve whatever punishment they decide.
I killed my brother.
I deserve no comfort.
I know what the Chantry says about the Maker, and what should I believe?
What I feel in my heart, or what others tell me?
He is still here; I hear Him in the wind and the waves, I feel Him in the sunlight that warms my skin.
No, not voices.
It's not so simple.
He spoke directly to my soul, in a language no human tongue can express.
The Chantry says the Maker has left us.
I understand, let's move on.
And this made you want to help me?
Uh.
Did you... hear voices?
Here is the prisoner, Lord Harrowmont. 
Having been found guilty of fratricide by the Assembly of Orzammar, you are hereby sentenced to exile and death.
Your name is, from this point forward, stripped from the records.
You are no longer a person, nor a memory.
You are to be cast into the Deep Roads with only sword and shield, there to redeem your life by fighting the enemies of Orzammar until your death.
Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?
I want to believe that.
I would have prevented it if I could.
Everyone should have the right to face his accuser and defend himself.
I understand your anger.
You should have been allowed to defend yourself.
Had I the power to stop this, I would have.
Look me in the eye and tell me you didn't do this.
For your father's sake.
I believe you. 
That means Bhelen planned this from the start.
Believe me, I will spend the rest of my days making sure Bhelen does not profit by his deeds.
I'm glad.
It makes what we do here a thousand times worse, but at least I can tell your father the truth about you.
Your father asked me to give these to you.
This sword and shield are of fine dwarven make.
Strike a blow at our enemies.
He is old and this tragedy has hit him hard.
He will rest better now, though, knowing the truth.
I will. 
As you will, Lady of Aeducan.
As you will, Lord of Aeducan.
You're a terrible liar. 
Trian's blood is on Bhelen's hands as well as yours.
I will do everything I can to make sure he does not profit by it.
Then your father was wrong about you.
You're a villain and I suspect your younger brother is just as bad.
Very well, if that's the way you want it.
Soldier, hand the accused your sword and shield.
Open the doors and let the condemned walk through.
May the Stone accept you when you fall.
I'm innocent.
You call this justice?
Bhelen will destroy you, just as he did me.
I didn't kill Trian.
<act>Lie</act> I didn't kill Trian.
How is my father?
Tell my father I'm innocent.
Tell my father I went to a warrior's death.
It's time for me to go.
Bhelen convinced me I had to do it.
I did it and I enjoyed it.
Drop dead, old man.
They said my ideas were blasphemy, but is it so bad if what I believe gives me comfort?
If it could give someone else comfort?
Are you saying the Chantry is wrong?
Believe what feels right to you, Leliana.
Just make sure your beliefs aren't a hindrance.
I know what I know, and no one will ever make that untrue.
Thank you.
It's nice to find someone who agrees.
Maybe I shall not share them with you, then.
Chantry lore says it is man's pride that created the darkspawn.
In ages past, the mages of the Tevinter Imperium ruled much of the world we know.
In their pride, they thought their magics invincible and imagined that they were greater than the Maker Himself.
So thinking, they invaded His golden city, planning to take it for themselves and depose their own creator.
But they were impure and full of sin, and it is with this sin that they tainted the golden city, corrupting it forever.
The Maker cursed them, and cast them from His sight.
Wherever they went, they spread the taint of their sin.
Any land that was touched by the taint became blighted, and would suffer no life.
Instead, the darkspawn arose to torment us, and remind us of our hubris.
Of course.
Orlesians enjoy telling stories.
I shall tell you my favorite tale, of Aveline, the knight of Orlais.
A long time ago, a girl-child was born to a farmer.
He had hoped for a son, not a daughter, and so he told his wife to abandon the child in the woods.
Before the cold could claim her, the baby was found by a tribe of Dalish elves, who took pity on the poor mewling thing and raised her as their own.
Aveline--for that is what they called her--grew strong and quick and clever under the guidance of the elves.
She learned to wield a sword as well as any man, could kill a deer with an arrow at hundred paces and was as graceful on the back of a horse as she was on foot.
Actually, I don't have time for this right now.
All right.
I will tell you the tale another time, if you wish it.
Continue please.
I saw that coming.
Perhaps we could continue this at a later date.
Aveline's Dalish guardians saw that she could easily best any Orlesian chevalier in battle, and wanted to show the cruel humans the child they had left to die.
They bestowed upon her a fine horse and armor, and sent her to prove herself to her people in the Grand Tourney.
Now, in those days, no woman was allowed to take up arms, let alone compete in the Grand Tourney, but Aveline kept her helmet on and was not discovered.
Aveline won many events, and gained the approval of the adoring crowd.
Eventually she came face to face with the knight Kaleva in the grand melee.
Aveline had already bested him in the joust and Kaleva was determined not to lose a second time.
Many legends have familiar forms and themes.
We enjoy them so because we know them.
Did she win the tourney?
Out of desperation to regain his honor, Kaleva tripped Aveline and tossed her to the ground, ripping off her helmet as he did so.
Silence fell upon the arena as Aveline was revealed.
Kaleva declared the previous competitions invalid--a woman had taken part, and this was not allowed.
But the crowd cheered for Aveline.
Kaleva was furious, for he had lost to a woman, and was now being shamed.
Blinded by his rage, he forced Aveline to her knees. "Know your place, woman!" cried he, and slit her throat.
The son of the king, Prince Freyan, was present.
He recognized Aveline's skill and bravery and began to see the injustice done to the women in his land.
When he was made king, he rewrote the laws of Orlais so that women could also become chevalier.
He honored Aveline and knighted her, after her death.
And to this day, any female who is knighted reveres Aveline the Brave, for she is the patron of all women chevalier.
I was hoping for a happy ending.
That's terrible.
I know one, told to me by my mother a long time ago.
It always chilled me to the bone.
Maybe you have heard of Flemeth?
Flemeth?
Morrigan's mother was called Flemeth.
I met a Flemeth, in the Korcari Wilds.
Yes, I have heard of Flemeth.
No, I don't believe I've heard of Flemeth.
First Enchanter Irving
A Mage of the Circle
<emp>Survive the Harrowing</emp>
You face your Harrowing: the rite of passage that marks your transition from apprentice to mage.
You have been thrown into the Fade, to fend off the demons that see you as a gateway into the world.
Prove that these demons have no hold over you, and that you are fit to wear the mantle of a Circle Mage.
The Harrowing
Market Warehouse
Are... are you sure?
Was she <emp>the</emp> Flemeth of legend?
Flemeth the Devourer of Men?
Flemeth, Mother of Witches?
Flemeth Demon-Touched, Who Dwells in the Mists?
Fereldan mothers scare their daughters with talk of Flemeth.
They say that if you're bad, Flemeth will spirit you away and bind you to her forever.
What does it matter?
She didn't really introduce herself as such.
She looked like your average old woman.
They probably just had the same name.
Well, if Flemeth really exists she would be very, very old indeed.
I suppose that's possible, but why would one adopt the name of a feared abomination?
They also say that Flemeth mourns her lost beauty, and will steal yours through your looking-glass, if she catches you.
Fair enough.
I can tell the tale some other time.
Flemeth was once beautiful?
Tell me the whole story.
I don't have time to discuss Flemeth right now.
Flemeth's beauty was known throughout the land.
She had hair like unto a moonless night, skin as pale as winter's first snow and eyes as beautiful and perilous as the sea.
When she came of age, she came to the attention of the lord of Highever, Conobar, and he took her for his wife.
Conobar soon learned that his young bride had the gift of magic.
He kept this a secret, for he feared that she would be taken from him.
Flemeth stayed with Conobar for some years, and with his blessing, she practiced her art.
And then one day a young poet named Osen came to the castle.
Flemeth was captivated by Osen's voice, and he by her beauty, and they fell in love.
Flemeth longed to be with her true love and she and Osen fled from Conobar's lands, seeking refuge in the Korcari Wilds with the Chasind tribes.
I don't think we have time for the rest of this story.
Ooh.
The plot thickens.
They lived there, happily, for many a year, till the day Flemeth received news that Conobar was dying and longed to see her face one last time.
Flemeth's heart swelled with pity for the man who once was her husband, and begged Osen to return to Conobar's side with her. 
But when Flemeth and Osen entered Highever, they were captured by Conobar's men and Osen was slain in front of Flemeth's eyes.
Flemeth was imprisoned in the highest tower of the castle, there to await Conobar's judgment on her.
Distraught at the loss of her love, Flemeth plotted revenge against her husband.
She summoned a Fade demon, intending for it to wreak vengeance on Conobar, but her spell went awry...
The demon possessed Flemeth, turning her into an abomination.
The halls of the castle ran red with blood as Flemeth slaughtered Conobar and all his men.
The last of Flemeth's humanity melted away and at dawn, she stole back to the Wilds to plot and scheme for a hundred years.
They say she took to her side many Chasind men, and with their help begat her daughter-witches who even now prowl the dark places of the Korcari Wilds.
Andraste was the Maker's Chosen.
The Maker had long since abandoned the world when the sound of Her singing turned His ear.
Beauty, grace and wisdom enraptured Him and He offered to take Her from this flawed world to become His Divine Bride.
But Andraste had an earthly husband and would not forsake him.
Instead, She beseeched the Maker to return to His people once more.
So earnest was Her plea that the Maker was moved, and promised that He would create a paradise on earth, if all abandoned their false gods and turned once more to Him.
And this is why Andraste began Her Exalted March on the idolators of the Tevinter Imperium.
The Maker granted Her His powers with which to smite Her enemies.
Andraste brought the Imperium to its knees, and Her victories converted many to the worship of the Maker.
You survived your time in the Fade and resisted the hidden demonic threat.
You have completed the Harrowing.
Alas, it was the frailties of men that betrayed and killed Andraste.
Her earthly husband, Maferath, a chieftain of the Alamarri tribes himself, grew jealous as his wife's popularity and influence overshadowed his own.
She was also revered as the Maker's Betrothed, and Maferath began to see their own bond waning in significance, as Andraste became ever more devoted to the Maker.
Out of envy and spite, Maferath made a pact with the Archon Hessarian of Tevinter, allowing his beloved Andraste to be ambushed and captured.
Andraste was burned at the stake in Minrathous, the capital of Tevinter.
But Tevinter has a Chantry, doesn't it?
Why did the Maker not save Her with His power?
I've heard enough now.
The Tevinter Chantry claims that in Andraste's last moments, Hessarian's heart softened, and he heard the voice of the Maker telling him to end Her suffering.
He plunged his sword into Her heart, and as Her blood washed over his hands, he became one of the faithful.
Dissenters say that the archon only converted because he could not stem the tide of Andraste's cult, and was forced to do so to stay in power.
We will never know for sure.
I have thought on this too.
Did He withdraw His sight from Her at that moment?
Where were all the powers He bestowed upon Her?
This question has come to me many times and I have no answer.
Perhaps there was no way for Andraste to return to the Maker but through Her death.
We can discuss this another time, if you wish.
I know a little about your people, but I may be misinformed and I would hate to offend you.
Keili
I have heard a little about how the elves gained their freedom from the Tevinter Imperium.
I would not be offended.
We do not care what humans think of us.
That is why we must learn more about each other.
When Andraste began Her Exalted March against the Imperium, the elves joined Her cause to fight their masters.
The great elven leader, Shartan, born in captivity, rose up to lead his people.
He foresaw a future where the elves were free.
Shartan was killed when Andraste was betrayed, but the elves continued to fight, eventually breaking free of the Imperium.
The elves claimed the Dales in the south, and settled there, in a land of their own.
The elves lived in the Dales for centuries.
They resurrected the worship of their elven gods, and would allow the building of no chantry.
This angered the Chantry, and the hostility between the two factions finally broke out in open war.
The Chantry says the elves struck first, but I do not know whether to believe it.
The Chantry declared a holy Exalted March against the elves, named for Andraste's similar march against Tevinter.
During the Exalted March of the Dales, the elven cities were sacked, and the elven state completely dissolved.
Some of the elves bitterly accepted their fates, and surrendered to human rule, living in the human cities as second-class citizens.
If you wish.
But the humans had to take that from us too.
It didn't last.
Let us discuss this another time.
But others, still fiercely proud of their heritage, refused to bow to the humans and instead became homeless wanderers.
They were the elves of the Dales--the Dalish.
What would someone like you be doing in Lothering's chantry?
What is meant by "someone like me?"
Did you think I was always a cloistered sister?
The Chantry provides succor and safe harbor to all who seek it.
I chose to stay and become affirmed.
I was a traveling minstrel, in Orlais.
Tales and songs were my life.
I performed, and they rewarded me with applause and coin.
And my skill in battle... well, you pick up different skills when you travel, yes?
Yes, of course.
The Chantry does not pry, and you should?
I desired time apart from the world.
You just don't seem to belong in a cloister.
What did you do before that?
So your skills were learned before your time in the Chantry?
And why were you seeking safe harbor?
Sanctimonious, preachy, like all other Chantry zealots.
They don't teach you how to fight in the cloister, do they?
Hah!
I can see why you say that.
I have met my share of these, and they are quite unpleasant to deal with.
Quiet.
It was a life suited for contemplation.
In the cloister, away from the fuss and the flurry of the cities, I found peace.
And in that stillness, I could hear the Maker.
But it was not perfect.
Some of my Chantry fellows were condescending.
That is the nature of religious folk, I suppose.
What was life like in the Chantry cloister?
When I talked about my beliefs--that the Maker reveals Himself in the beauty of His world--they... treated me with disdain.
They want to believe that He is gone, so that when He turns His gaze on them, it means they are special--chosen.
He cannot possibly have love for all--the sick and weary, the beggars and the fools.
Condescending?
How so?
What did you say to them?
Yes, they tend to be self-righteous.
That's why I'm not particularly fond of them.
What can I say to them?
What they believe is what the Chantry says, and the Chantry is infallible, yes?
Maybe I am wrong, but it is the Maker's place to decide if I am worthy, not men.
Not the Chantry.
Yes, I know this is what the Chantry teaches.
It is not easy for me, either, to reconcile how I feel with what I am told...
I prefer your ideas to the ideas of the Chantry.
But you must earn the Maker's blessing!
I don't really want the Maker looking in on me anyway.
<emp>Obtain a rod of fire from Owain</emp>
You got a senior mage to sign your form.
Now Owain must release the rod to you.
<emp>Talk to Jowan</emp>
You got your hands on a rod of fire.
Return to Jowan, he will want to put his plan into action as soon as possible.
<emp>Find a senior mage willing to sign a permission form for a rod of fire</emp>
Owain, the tranquil who oversees the running of the Circle's stock room, has told you that you need to get a permission form signed by a senior mage to obtain a rod of fire from him.
Now to find a senior mage who is willing to sign the form for you...
Bound in Blood and Magic
<emp>Obtain a rod of fire from Owain</emp>
To break through the doors that stand between you and Jowan's phylactery, you need a rod of fire.
The rod may be used to burn off the locks on the doors, allowing you, Jowan, and Lily to enter the repository.
Lily
<emp>Help Jowan and Lily in their plan to escape</emp>
Jowan believes that he is going to be made tranquil--emotionally neutered, with his connection to the Fade terminated.
Jowan is determined to escape this fate and wanted your help to destroy his phylactery, which can be used to track him down.
You can choose to help Jowan and Lily, but you could also consider alerting the Circle to their plan.
<emp>You refused to help Jowan and Lily</emp>
Jowan believes that he is going to be made tranquil--emotionally neutered, with his connection to the Fade terminated.
Jowan is determined to escape this fate and wanted your help to destroy his phylactery, which can be used to track him down.
Helping Jowan would be a betrayal of the Circle and all it stands for, and you refused.
However, there may be more you can do for the Circle; perhaps someone should be told of Jowan's plan.
Leliana!
So lovely to see you again, my dear...
Spare me the pleasantries.
I know you're--
Oh, you must excuse the shabby accommodations...
I try to be a good host, but you see what I have to work with?
This country smells like wet dog.
Everywhere.
I cannot get the smell out.
Even now it is in my hair, my clothes... ugh.
Qunari mercenaries.
Expendable.
And this way, I don't have to pay them.
Good for the both of us.
Ferelden doesn't smell like wet dog.
We killed your guards.
Denerim - Market District
<emp>Proceed to the tower basement</emp>
The preparations are complete.
Now you must go the basement of the tower and venture into its massive repository, part of which is set aside to hold the phylacteries of apprentices.
<emp>Enter the phylactery chamber and destroy Jowan's phylactery</emp>
The rod of fire proved useless against the second door.
It has been warded by the templars to resist all magic.
You must now find another route into the phylactery room.
<emp>Enter the phylactery chamber and destroy Jowan's phylactery</emp>
You found Jowan's phylactery and he has destroyed it.
It's time for you to make your escape.
Get out of the repository and make your way to the Circle's main doors!
Of course you don't notice it.
You wallow in the muck with your beasts so much you are used to their scent.
I am not here to discuss Ferelden's odor, Marjolaine.
But I am not unarmed, or unguarded.
I have more men watching, ready to attack on my word, so perhaps we just talk now, yes?
You framed me, had me caught and tortured.
I thought that in Ferelden, I would be free of you, but it seems I am not.
Dead?
Nonsense.
I know you, my Leliana.
I know what you are capable of.
Four, five men... you can dispatch easily.
They were sent to give you cause to come to me.
And see?
Here you are.
Ignore what she says.
She is lying.
I know how she works.
What are you up to, Marjolaine?
Why are you in Ferelden?
In truth?
You have knowledge that you can use against me.
For my own safety, I cannot let you be.
Did you think I did not know where you were?
Did you think I would not watch my Leliana?
You are so transparent.
So business-like, your companion.
You could have just sent her a letter.
We don't believe you.
Why did you send assassins after Leliana?
Lesser Noble
"What is she up to?" I thought. "The quiet life, the peasant clothes, hair ragged and messy like a boy... this is not her."
You were planning something, I told myself.
So I watched... but no letters were sent.
No messages.
You barely spoke to anyone.
Clever, Leliana, very clever.
You almost had me fooled.
But then you left the Chantry, so suddenly.
What conclusion should I draw?
You tell me.
Oh, is that what you think?
If I were you, I would believe nothing she says.
Not a one.
She will use you.
You look at her and you see a simple girl--a friend, trusting and warm.
It is an act.
I am not you, Marjolaine.
I left because I didn't want to become you.
Oh, but you are me.
You cannot escape it.
No one will understand you the way I do, because we are one and the same.
Do you know why you were a master manipulator, Leliana?
It is because you enjoyed the game; you reveled in the power it gave you.
You cannot change or deny this.
You will not threaten me or my friends again, Marjolaine.
I want you out of my life, forever.
Not everything is about you, Marjolaine.
She shouldn't have to listen to you.
That part of Leliana's life is over.
Let us just deal with her and go.
I trust Leliana, no matter what you say.
The Blight is what concerns Leliana now.
Leliana is helping the Grey Wardens.
That is all.
Leave Ferelden.
Go back to Orlais and never return.
What you do is no longer my concern.
I see.
I will go, for now.
But you carry a dangerous secret of mine, Leliana.
It is not over.
Not for us.
Leliana has put the past behind her.
You should too.
You can't let her get away with what she did.
She means go away.
You know she will hound you as long as she lives.
You were caught leaving the repository.
Jowan escaped through the use of blood magic--showing that he was lying to both you and the woman he claimed to love--and Lily was taken away for her part in his folly.
And you accepted a place within the Grey Wardens, a role that Irving had intended for you all along.
You've caused too much pain for too many, Marjolaine.
It ends here.
And you think you can kill me, like that?
I made you, Leliana.
I can destroy you just as easily.
You think I left because of you?
You think I still have some plan for... for revenge?
You are insane.
Paranoid!
Where did you hear this?
Not all minstrels are spies, most are just singers and storytellers.
But some of them are... are what we call bards.
Many use the two words "minstrel" and "bard" interchangeably, but to do so in Orlais would cause misunderstanding.
I heard that in Orlais, minstrels are often spies.
I don't remember.
What's the difference?
Someone told me this a long time ago.
I read it in a history book.
Who cares?
Is it true or not?
Eadric
Bards are minstrels, and more.
Spies, as you say.
Some say there is a bard order, but I don't think this is true.
Many bards work alone, or in small groups, doing the bidding of a patron who pays for their services.
If there is an organization behind it all, no one knows who they are.
I thought minstrels were bards.
And the bards are spies?
Senior Enchanter Sweeney
<emp>Speak to Jowan</emp>
Jowan seems eager to speak to you.
He's been very secretive about something and it's time you found out why he's been skulking about the tower.
I have revealed too much, it seems.
But it doesn't matter what I used to be.
It is the past.
You were a bard, weren't you?
I'd never leave that.
It sounds too exciting.
But why were you living cloistered sister in rural Ferelden?
So that's where you learned to fight like that.
You seem to know quite a bit about these bards.
My skills served me well, but the day finally came when I decided to just put them aside.
The excitement of the life wears off very quickly, I'm afraid.
I... found myself in Ferelden and sheltered from bad weather in the Chantry.
And when the storm passed I just... did not want to leave.
I like to say the Maker brought me here.
My mother was from Denerim and I consider myself a Fereldan.
Mother served an Orlesian noblewoman who lived here when Orlais ruled.
When Orlais was defeated and the common folk began to resent the presence of any Orlesian, the lady returned to Orlais.
She took my mother with her.
Why did you decide to come to Ferelden?
I was born in Orlais, and did not set foot in Ferelden till much later.
Mother was always telling me stories of her homeland; I think she missed it.
Mother died when I was very young.
Lady Cecilie let me stay with her.
I had no one else.
She was quite old then, and she had me study music and dance to entertain her.
It is unfair, that I have more memories of Cecilie than my mother.
She had served Cecilie--the Lady Cecilie--for many years and was loyal to her.
Cecilie was a good person; she was always kind to me.
She wasn't unhappy.
We had a good life, and she liked Orlais well enough.
I loved it, though.
Val Royeaux was so vibrant... colorful.
What happened to your mother?
Do you remember nothing of your mother?
You were young, it's understandable.
Why did she leave Ferelden then?
Was she not happy in Orlais?
She was an elderly lady, very refined and proper.
She had impeccable manners and taste, more so than a lot of Orlesian ladies.
Cecilie was also kind.
My mother was unmarried and with child.
It was scandalous, and Cecilie had every right to turn my mother out.
She didn't.
What was Cecilie like?
That's just too bad.
She's gone.
Strangely, the only thing I really remember of Mother was her scent.
She kept dried flowers in her closet, amongst her clothes.
<emp>Enter the phylactery chamber and destroy Jowan's phylactery</emp>
You and Jowan moved the bookcase, exposing the weakened wall to the phylactery chamber.
<emp>Enter the phylactery chamber and destroy Jowan's phylactery</emp>
You've found a cannon that you can use to break into the phylactery chamber.
Small, white Fereldan wildflowers with a sweet fragrance.
Mother called them Andraste's Grace.
They were very rare in Orlais.
She was my mother!
I just wish I had a little something to remember her by.
Maybe you just don't understand.
Forget I said anything.
This is my trouble, not yours.
So you didn't get tired of the life?
Is my usefulness all that matters to you?
I hoped that my company, at least, would be cause for some cheer.
I must have been wrong.
I really don't care why you left.
Make sure you use your bard skills to help me.
Yes, what else are you good for?
No, of course not.
I did not mean to offend.
I am Temp Man!
39194 	: In a way I did, but these feeling were triggered by events which I did not tell you about.
Hunted?
What for?
I was framed, betrayed by someone I thought I knew and could trust.
Marjolaine--she was my mentor... and friend.
She taught me the bardic arts--how to enchant with words and song, to carry myself like a high-born lady, to blend in as a servant...
In Orlais there is much rivalry amongst the high-born.
They fight over land, influence and the favor of the empress.
But they cannot do this openly, because it is impolite, and in public they wear smiling faces and pretend to be civil.
In secret they plot and scheme to destroy each other.
It is a game completely meaningless to anyone but its players.
Were you sent here to spy on me?
Fascinating!
Tell me more.
How did she betray you?
What happened to make you hate me so?
Why do you want me dead so badly?
I don't know who this man was.
She gave me a name and a description, and I hunted him down.
I found documents on his body--sealed documents.
You opened them, didn't you?
My curiosity got the better of me.
Something told me that I needed to know what was in those letters.
So?
It's just Orlais.
Isn't that what bards do?
You escorted Duncan to his quarters, as the first enchanter requested.
Orlais has been at war with so many countries.
It takes a harsh view on such things... as I later discovered.
Did you give the documents to someone?
I believed her.
I kept believing, up till the moment they showed me the documents, altered by her hand to make <emp>me</emp> look the traitor.
It was a traitor's punishment I endured, and at the end of it, all that awaited me was eternity in an unmarked grave.
Who's "they?"
How did you get out?
And you never sought revenge on Marjolaine for this?
The skills Marjolaine taught me were good for something, at least.
I broke free when I saw the opportunity.
And so you came to Ferelden, to Lothering.
I don't think you would have.
And that is the reason I am here.
The real reason.
No more lies between us, at least in this.
Think of it what you will.
It is done and I cannot change it.
But that is the truth of why I am in Ferelden.
Thank you for trusting me with this.
You will be safe in my company.
Is having you here a threat to us?
Warden's Cache
Your past is going to catch up to you eventually.
I...
I thought you would be interested.
We travel together and maybe this will affect us.
Maybe you are right and it doesn't matter.
I suppose I could listen, if it might affect us.
I'm tired of people laying their stories on me.
Oh, very well.
What is it?
Stop.
Don't kill him.
He is no common bandit.
None of them were.
Their weapons and armor are of fine make, and they are well-trained.
You know what I am talking about, don't you?
Who are you?
<desc>Coughs</desc> Someone who regrets taking you on.
Was told it would be an easy job.
Kill the little red-haired girl, deal with the others as we pleased.
What?
Why not?
Are you insane?
You had better have a good reason for this.
Kill the... you came to kill me?
Wait, just one second!
Who sent you?
Why am I wanted dead?
It could.
You may be right.
Who is trying to kill Leliana?
No one threatens my friends and lives!
He probably means you, yes.
Does this have something to do with Orlais?
<desc>Coughs</desc> It don't pay to ask why someone wants someone else dead.
I just need to know what to do, and where to get my money.
I can't keep gambling on you forever, precious.
You got a sweet look, something to light a man on fire.
But you got to make it count.
Please, Beraht.
Can we not do this in front of my brother--
Why not?
He knows the slope of the land, don't you, boy?
She'd better, or everything I lose comes out of your hide.
Right.
That's sweet.
You've told me a lot of things, not one of which meant more than a fart in the middens.
Before me, your sister was just another duster.
Now check her out!
Braids down to here, gold-capped teeth.
She can recite elf-poetry and play the string-harp.
Every man's dream!
All she's gotta do is find a lord, squeeze out some kid who looks like him, and we're all living the easy life in the Diamond Quarter.
Please don't get involved.
You know that never goes well.
She can do whatever I tell her, even if that means walking into the king's own palace naked.
Listen to the kid.
He knows the deal you made.
He lays low and does whatever jobs I don't want to risk anyone valuable on.
In return, I put out coin so you can doll yourself up and get a bellyful of some nobleman's brat.
Listen to the kid.
She knows the deal you made.
She keeps her head down and does whatever jobs I don't want to dirty my fists with.
I'll treat her however I like, as long as you both eat off my plate.
You keep your head down and say, "Aye" to any job I decide is low enough for scum like you.
<emp>Then</emp> you both go free.
And I get to join the family and be called, "my lord," for the rest of the little prince's life.
Checking on my investments.
And right now, they don't bear much gold.
Well, unless I start seeing results, we're going to renegotiate.
I'm giving you another week, precious.
If you haven't found a patron, you're back to sweeping streets.
But...
I have.
I've met someone...
That is, I didn't want to promise, but he seemed interested.
Everyone needs me.
Because everyone has things they want and my carta, we're the ones who provide.
Until you can do that, you're nothing but my errand-boy.
So shut up, and do as you're told.
Until you can do that, you're nothing but some whore's little sister.
So shut up and do as you're told.
It's nothing definite, but he... he said he wanted to see me again.
Excuse me if I don't start knitting booties.
Until I do, you're the one who's going to keep paying her debts with your service to the carta.
Good guess.
A few.
Do a good job, and you might work your way up to footpad one of these days.
Your buddy Leske's waiting outside.
He knows what I'll need from you today.
Don't even think about bungling this job.
Your whole family's on loose sand with me right now.
And I know you don't have anywhere else to turn.
That's what everyone likes--a casteless with a big mouth.
But I didn't come for the joy of your company.
I've been looking at my investments, and this one hasn't borne much gold.
Please, Beraht.
I don't want to do this in front of my sister--
Why not?
She knows the slope of the land, don't you, girl?
The king is old.
His rule won't hold much longer.
Prince Bhelen seems far more sympathetic to our interests than Trian.
Bhelen has some tastes of his own that he knows I can provide-- We'll finish this later.
It's about time you two showed up.
What happened with Oskias?
Now did you find out what I asked you for or not?
What kind of rot are you trying to feed me?
One lousy nugget?
You want me to believe that's all he got off with?
He said he kept most of it topside.
That was all he had on him.
Very interesting, seeing how my cousin happened to be at the Tapsters this afternoon.
And he says he saw more than one lyrium nugget changing hands before that duster hit the tiles.
Jarvia, search them.
They got anything that looks like more coin than they're worth, take it.
I'm going to give you one more chance.
One job.
You split on this one and you and your sweet sister are both out on the street.
Very interesting, seeing how my cousin was at the Tapsters this afternoon.
Jarvia!
Send a dig-troop topside.
If Oskias had a hiding spot up there, I want us up to our elbows in it.
As you say!
And the matter of... punishment?
That's all?
I guess the duster was smart enough to keep his main stash topside.
And Oskias himself?
And he says he saw something change hands between you and Oskias and then the duster sodding stood up and walked out on his own two feet!
Does that sound like what I asked?
Jarvia, what does that sound like to you?
Sounds like some jumped-up face-brands thought they could take a bribe and let him walk free.
That's just not right.
The lady says it's not right.
You wouldn't disagree with a lady, would you?
The... truth is we caught your cousin with Oskias.
They were drinking together and laughing at you.
He was telling him how because you were related, you'd never suspect him.
We didn't want to take care of him right there, being how he's your blood, but I guess he hoped you'd kill us before we could tell you.
You know Goran's always been jealous of you.
He might do it.
Find him for me, Jarvia.
We'll see what he has to say about this story.
Yes.
You going to prove me wrong?
Right.
I mean, no one's gonna say spit to you, Beraht, but we can't move that free.
We needed to get Oskias somewhere private.
We took him to the lava sinks behind the mines.
You won't be seeing him again.
You think I'll trust you over my own blood?
This one's been thinking to defy me since the day we met.
Thinks he's got some big britches to fill, but there's just not much there.
You're both on loose sand with me.
But I'll give you one more chance.
One job. 
Thinks she's got some big britches to fill, and she's never checked to see she doesn't have anything to put in them.
Hmm.
I don't like you making me look weak... but it's smart to try to keep the Sword Castes from asking questions.
That's why I like you two.
Now, I got something else for you.
Make some use of your... unique skills.
Do you really think right now's a time to get clever with me?
Absolutely.
Dead as a plate of chops.
Screaming for mercy, telling the ancestors to bless your name.
Real, real dead.
Excellent.
I'll send someone out to... handle the clean-up.
Not you, though.
I have another job in mind for you.
You're catching on.
Aw, that's touching.
Wait, I forgot; I don't care.
Not if you know what's healthy for you.
This one I want you invisible.
The Warrior Caste is hosting a Proving today--all the best fighters, last man standing--you know the sort of thing.
They're showing off for some Grey Warden who's looking for candidates to drag off to a life of eternal glory.
Now, it's not often we get every name fighter in Orzammar lined up like that, and I have certain acquaintances who... take an interest in this sort of thing.
Topsiders see a couple of darkspawn, they start crying and run to Papa Orzammar.
They know dwarves are the best when it comes to darkspawn, so they're here to recruit a couple of bodies to prevent another Blight.
Because why should humans have to live with what we get every day?
Then learn to sodding read!
All you should care about is who wins that fight.
Are you out of your big hollow skull?
No brand's allowed to hold steel in the Proving ring!
It would be an insult to the ancestors.
Not to mention the conceit of the Warrior Caste.
I just want you to make certain the right man wins.
There's a lot of coin to be made when people get the fever up.
Favored fighter's an officer named Mainar, veteran of four darkspawn campaigns.
Everd's a long-shot.
Just got back from a Deep Roads offensive.
Some young buck who has all the ladies drooling.
I've got a lot of money riding on him.
Mine and other people's.
I expect to see that eight-to-one pay off.
Understand?
It'll be in the big arena, north of the commons.
Normally, casteless aren't allowed on the grounds, but I got you a pass. 
It says you're there to clean up the waste trenches, not watch the fights, so don't look conspicuous.
The fight only gets announced to contestants themselves... to prevent illegal gambling.
So first, you'll have to find Everd, see who he's fighting, and when.
When the name Mainar comes up, I want you to slip this drug into the bastard's water.
It'll slow his reflexes, just enough to take the edge off, not enough to show.
But it wears off quickly, so don't use it until just before his fight.
You bet you will.
Here's your pass to get on the grounds.
The Proving starts as soon as the clock strikes.
And when I say I have coin on this, I'm not talking about some pittance, like the value of your life.
If I don't see Everd's name on the winner's sheet, you'd better make sure I never see you, or your sister, ever again.
He'll be in the fighters' quarters, under the stands.
He should have an alcove for his pre-fight preparations.
All the fighters are provided basins of water.
If you're asking how to sneak in there, you're pretty much saying you're no good to me.
I'm not asking you to distill it, just drop it into a basin.
That's all you need to know.
He's the kind of warrior who wants to show off his oiled physique to a cheering crowd.
You think he wants scum like us making money on him?
Don't let him know what you're doing.
Just find his chamber, see when he's fighting, then go to Mainar and dump the drug.
Some people are slow learners.
He should have known: You don't lie to me.
I can smell it.
Don't I make that clear?
I thought I made that clear.
If you've got any questions, ask Jarvia or Leske.
I'm busy.
I'm cutting the whore free.
If that turncoat brother of hers doesn't know his place, I don't need precious Rica, either.
Rica?
That the one you got all done up in lace?
I been wanting to get my hands on that.
Heh, I know what you mean...
She's yours if you want her, boys.
And let me tell you... it tastes as good as it looks.
Heh-heh-heh...
What in sod-all is <emp>that</emp> doing out of its cage?
Let's teach this little duster a lesson.
If that freak of a sister of hers can't stay in her place, I don't need precious Rica, either.
Don't worry.
She'll find a man or she'll answer to me.
We owe you everything, Beraht.
We won't let you down.
Didn't I tell you not to talk that way to my sister?
How much more does he think you can do?
He's right.
Whatever it takes to get out of this cesspool.
I don't like to see him treating you that way.
So what are you doing here?
We've kept our part of the deal.
Watch yourself, Beraht.
We may not need you pretty soon.
See, she's found someone.
I told you we'd deliver.
You want me to beat someone up for you?
You have some more... errands for me to run?
And her son'll call you uncle and come visit on name-days?
<act>Lie</act> He didn't have any lyrium or gold on him.
<act>Lie</act> All he had was this one nugget.
He was carrying these two nuggets.
<act>Lie</act> He's guilty.
Here's the lyrium. <act>Give 1 nugget.</act>
He's guilty.
Here's the lyrium. <act>Give 2 nuggets.</act>
<act>Lie</act> Don't worry.
I killed him myself.
Fine.
I'll tell you the truth.
Are you accusing me of lying?
<act>Lie</act> Oskias is dead.
We just didn't want to do it in public.
<act>Lie</act> I'm not stupid enough to kill Oskias in public!
Depends on the lady.
He, uh, won't be bothering you again.
Last I saw, he was coloring the tile on the Tapsters' floor.
Let me guess; I don't really have a choice.
I was kind of hoping to spend time with my sister.
Do I get to make some other duster cry?
Anything you want, boss.
Why would the Grey Wardens be here?
I'd like to know more about the Grey Wardens.
Do you want me to get their attention in the Proving?
And you're going to bet on who the Wardens pick?
You want me to enter the Proving?
What does this have to do with us?
You're taking bets on the fighters.
Aye, I do.
Where is the Proving?
So how am I supposed to help Everd win?
All right.
We'll go right now.
How do I find Everd?
How am I supposed to get to Mainar's water?
What is this drug?
Does Everd know you're doing this?
We found Oskias.
He had a side-deal going for lyrium.
<desc>Groan.</desc> Whozzat?
Why are you bothering me?
Rica?
People bothering me all the time.
I got important things to do here.
Very important things...
Don't you sass me, you ungrateful brat!
I made you and I can make another just like you.
Then you should've left me there.
What've I got that's worth living for?
"Please, Mother.
I hate it when you get like this."
What, am I embarrassing you?
Don't want anyone to see that dear old mam's a lush, is that it?
Oh, did I scare you now?
Big tough man's scared his mam's going to yell?
Don't you sodding tell me my life is over!
I was crowned the Paragon of Beauty at my eighteenth name day!
Don't you look at me like that, girl!
I was beautiful once.
Before you were born, men would drop their tools and come running when they saw me.
So take your pity and get out of my sight!
Do what?
Don't you talk to me like I'm an idiot!
You think I don't know my own kid?
What're you doing here, anyway?
Rica said you were finally making something useful of yourself.
You tell me, just what do I got that's worth living for?
Well, who asked you?
I don't need your pity.
I got everything I need.
Right here.
I know you both hate me.
I-I know what I done to you, but...
She's got the body.
Might as well use it before a couple of kids twist it out of shape.
Take her!
You think I need you here?
You think I need anyone?
You're just jealous.
No woman'll be fool enough to fall for you.
All you can give her are casteless brats that no one wants.
You're lucky Rica stuck up for you, 'cause I'd have put you out there with her.
You were born with one coin to barter, and it's between your legs.
What, you thought you'd get a seat on the Assembly?
Do what you're good for.
Got your head in the smoke.
Your father was like that, too.
You can try, but you'll never get it off you.
Dust town, it sticks to the skin.
You don't bleed red enough for them, and nothing's gonna change that.
All you can do is find some way to forget.
Aye.
Left me with two screaming mouths to feed, not a coin on the table.
Had to join the clean crew for the smoke vents.
Spent ten years in those chimneys, soot a finger thick all over my body.
All for you.
So are you gonna show some sodding gratitude, or do I have to beat it outta you?
It was for your own good.
The world's a cruel place.
You... you had to learn that.
You think you'd be where you are now if I'd let you hide from a few slaps?
Everything you are, I made you!
Oh, I shouldn't keep doing this to you.
I know I shouldn't.
It's just so hard...
Hey, where's he going?
Why's he leaving?
Don't leave me!
Never mind, Mother.
Why don't you just lie down?
That's good.
Hey, where's she going?
Why's she leaving?
Don't leave me!
Don't you talk to me that way!
You're still living in my walls!
My walls, do you hear me?!
Don't you walk away from me...
You think it's that easy?
You think you can just walk out of here?
You'll always end up back in Dust Town.
I tried my best!
They treat us like dust, tell us we're cursed.
How else are we supposed to live?
We got nothing!
There's no way out.
For any of us.
Make yourself useful and pick me up another bottle while you're out.
Why are you bothering me again?
Didn't I show you what happens when you bother me?
What's that supposed to mean?
You trying to make me feel bad?
Get out before I sodding show you what feels bad!
Now, there's a good lad.
Rica's always telling me we don't have enough for one little bottle.
Doesn't even care I got my palsy acting up.
Can't bring me one little bottle.
Just for the pain, you know?
You always defend her.
The two of you, always talking behind my back. "Oh, let's keep everything away from Mam.
She don't deserve what we got."
So where's the rest of the money?
Where'd you get this?
I-I'm sorry.
Don't walk away.
I just get so angry sometimes, and there's only one way to stop it.
Only one way...
Liar!
I know you've been sneaking around.
I know you been stealing from me!
Get out!
You and Rica both!
This is my house, you hear?
I don't need you!
Aye.
I-I just...I just need a bit.
To stop the shaking.
It'll be my last bottle, I-I promise...
Now, there's a good girl.
Rica never brings me what I ask for.
<desc>Mother has passed out.
The half-empty bottle is still clutched in her fist.</desc>
Never mind.
Sleep it off.
Again.
It's the king of Orzammar.
I heard you were single.
It's the guardsmen.
You're under arrest for drunkenness.
I'm the only reason you're here and not dead in a gutter!
Please, Mother.
I hate it when you get like this.
Fine, yell at me because you've thrown your life away!
You promised you wouldn't do this anymore.
Get upset!
You said you'd try to remember better times.
Buy wine!
We need money for lava-stones to heat the house.
No, Mother.
It's <FirstName/>.
Your son?
You have to stop this, Mother.
You're killing yourself.
Oh, there's no talking to you when you get like this.
What about me?
What about Rica?
Doesn't it bother you that Rica has to whore herself out?
I'm getting Rica out of here just to spite you!
I can't believe you!
If by useful you mean cracking skulls for a smuggler.
You're wrong.
I'm going to make something of my life.
At least he managed to get out of here!
Lay one hand on me or Rica again, and I will kill you.
I've got work to do.
Try to dry out by the time I get home.
I'm leaving now.
You can drown in that thing for all I care.
I stopped listening to you when I was six.
Do you think that's something to be proud of?
No Mother, it's <FirstName/>.
Your daughter?
Never mind.
I don't know why I even try.
I brought you more wine.
You really should stop, Mother.
Rica's trying to make sure we don't all starve.
I should have known better.
I'm leaving.
I bought it in the Commons.
That's all there is.
Does this mean you'll be happy now?
I'm sorry you had to see that.
Just be careful about showing him.
You've been lucky so far; he thinks it's funny when you and Leske get vulgar.
Some of the nobles I've met, they'd as soon have your head for speaking your mind.
And I feel like every time you do, it kills something in you.
You were such a loving child; I hate what this place made you into.
That's why I didn't tell you.
I know.
You've always been a good brother, always tried to protect me.
I've always tried, though.
At least I've kept you from buying your future with what's between your legs.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I should have told you.
They've been getting gifts already.
Lord Rousten gave Elsye a surface-silk gown and she's not even pregnant.
Beraht's getting impatient.
I wish I could.
Just go and walk the Deep Roads until we find a magical crystal kingdom and live happily until the Stone's embrace.
But it's not happening.
You know the other options.
Cleaning middens... begging... going to the surface. 
No, unless you find a way to save us all from darkspawn and become a Paragon, we're pretty much on Beraht's leash for life.
Money gives him power.
He's got family on the surface, which means he can smuggle up lyrium and smith crafts, and bring down silks, wines, and furs.
And he played it smart.
When he started expanding, he made sure it was only the casteless he shook down for protection, so the guardsmen didn't care.
I hope there's more you want in life than to be some copper-plated crime lord.
You've still got the chance to get out of here.
Dream big.
Be a Paragon!
Don't stop at becoming another Beraht.
As far as the nobles are concerned, he still stinks of Dust Town.
He's got money now, but you can't buy caste, you know?
No noble woman would risk a dalliance with him.
His only chance to join a noble family is to claim kinship with a concubine who bears a noble's son.
<desc>Sigh</desc> And that's what he wants more than anything.
Don't you?
Imagine what it would be like not to have people look at us like we're sewer sludge, to think our lives are worth something...
Don't underestimate him.
Beraht has thugs who'd kill their own mothers just to work for him.
It wouldn't be the first time.
Gherlon the Blood-Risen was born casteless, you know, before he went to the surface.
And he came back and won the throne!
Many Paragons have humble origins.
All that matters is that the Assembly recognizes their achievements.
And once they get that vote, they found their own house, and are as noble as if the ancestors themselves had made it so.
Until I'm dead, little brother.
Until I'm dead, little sister.
Oh, don't pay attention to her.
She's just a bitter old drunk.
She also said you'd never learn to walk or stop dumping in the bed.
Make something of yourself just to spite her.
So, what are you standing around here for?
Go do something great!
Maybe you will.
But until then, we can only serve as Beraht demands, and he won't like it if either of us is late.
It's sheer folly, one more way the nobles protect their status.
They say casteless soldiers are more danger to each other than to darkspawn... that it's an insult to the smith to let us touch a fine-made weapon.
Truly, they just don't wish to insult the Warrior Caste by showing that given the same opportunities, we could lead an army just as well.
I have little love for the nobles, but they know--more than we ever will--what the darkspawn have taken from our kind.
Every noble I've met has had a brother or a nephew killed in the Deep Roads.
Yet they let their arrogance blind them to the fact that we could help defend the city against the darkspawn.
Every year, more of the beasts come up from the Deep Roads.
I've heard they've even been harrying the surface.
Perhaps.
Though the thought of falling to cutthroats or dying of plague is hardly more comforting.
Aye.
They would even turn to humans for aid before us, it seems.
There's been talk of an alliance against the darkspawn, even that the Grey Wardens have stepped up.
But we don't have time for this now.
Leske must be waiting, and Beraht won't like it if I'm late for my appointment.
You've worked hard to keep him from throwing us out.
I can only imagine the horrible things he's made you do.
But... there are a lot of desperate dwarves in Orzammar.
He could buy any one of them to run messages and knock skulls.
You know how desperate the nobles are for more children.
They can barely field enough soldiers to hold the walls against the darkspawn.
If I could... give one of them a son, the whole house would celebrate.
And we'd all be raised up to noble caste to join the family.
<desc>Sigh</desc> It's what Beraht's betting on.
That's why he paid for my clothes, my voice lessons.
He wants to share the reward.
Stay out of trouble.
I'll see you tonight.
Yes.
That is, I hope.
He certainly seems... charming.
He treats me like a real lady, not just someone to tumble and forget.
Fine.
How about I keep the details to myself, and you don't tell me why you come home covered in blood every night?
It's not entirely unpleasant.
But I hope you only find that out with someone you truly love.
I-I don't want to say... in case I'm wrong.
It just seems too mad to think of one of the most important men in Orzammar with... someone like me.
Anyway, time is rusting, and I need to get dressed.
These fashions will be the death of me--a hundred buttons on each sleeve! 
<desc>Sigh</desc> And Leske's probably already outside waiting for you.
What is it?
I'm kind of in a hurry...
Off with you, then.
Leske's probably waiting outside.
Get Leske out of here before he starts drooling, then.
I'm still half-dressed!
Well, you've seen more of his bad side than I have.
Beraht likes to call himself a provider.
He says he has the contacts to get almost everything into or out of Orzammar.
I can't stand what he makes you do.
I never thought my little brother would keep us fed by beating old men for their debts.
But there are no other choices.
Mother can't work, and there's not enough coin to be made sweeping streets to live even in this pit.
You'll have to do what he asks, and just... hope it's nothing unforgivable.
Some day, one of us will find a better way.
I hate what he makes you do.
Believe me, I did not intend for my little sister to become a thug.
He's been careful.
He arms his men with cast-offs, nothing that would insult the Warrior Caste.
And he feeds the guardsmen's vices: gambling, women, fresh figs from the surface--whatever they want.
It's a big risk, gambling that a girl will get pregnant with a son.
But it's the only way into the nobility.
The only thing in Orzammar Beraht wants is the one thing he can't buy.
Then will you let me finished getting dressed, or are you determined to talk right through my appointment?
Well, there are enough of us now that they have a name for us.
They call us noble-hunters.
It's not like we're stalking them for food!
If they didn't want what we're offering, believe me, there'd be nobody doing it.
If you want to talk about something less... icky... you'll have to think of it yourself.
After they tell everyone the ancestors cursed us because we're casteless, no noble wants that said of his son's mother.
If I give birth to a noble's son, I'd become his concubine, an official member of his house as long as the child lives.
My family comes with me to ensure I keep no ties to Dust Town.
There are few enough of us even without the darkspawn.
With the boys lost every year in the Deep Roads, Orzammar will only keep shrinking.
The noble lords all need to provide new sword arms for their house.
And their wives can't do it alone.
A lord's son wants a girl he can show off, so Beraht gets us fine clothes, makes certain we know the right songs, the latest gossip.
If we get some... attention... and bear a son, we'll be raised up to noble caste.
And if I claim Beraht as an uncle, he joins the clan, too.
The soldiers who guard the Deep Roads bring mixed tales.
Attacks on Orzammar have died down, but the breeding sites are bigger than ever.
The shapers say it follows an historical pattern: When the darkspawn pull back, it's usually to mount an assault on the surface.
Whatever you like, as long as we finish in the time it takes me to fasten this sleeve.
The nobles say they once covered the entire empire.
But it's been a long time since they were anything but a buffer zone against the darkspawn.
Like... a dwarf who was chewed and swallowed by some great beast and spat into a pool of acid.
I saw the corpse of one Prince Trian slew, and I couldn't sleep for days.
She comes and goes.
I think the moss-wine's finally rotted her brains.
She's hurting no matter what we do, brother.
You can't protect someone from herself, little sister.
I think you were still in spit-rags when your father left.
Before that, she was happy.
When your father was still here.
You were a baby, and I remember they used to talk about what it would be like if they could bind a marriage.
Mother used to smile, then.
She used to wear a necklace he made her of polished slate.
And you wonder why I keep telling you to find a way out of this gutter?
So get moving, unless you know how to do a double-cross lace on the back of this thing.
I think he went to the surface.
I remember them fighting about it.
He wanted to try his luck among the humans.
She didn't want to risk it.
The next day, he moved out, and the wine moved in.
But this is too bleak to talk about now.
Can't you think of anything else?
Back again?
Don't you have some work to--
Oh...
Hi, Leske.
Hel-, pretty lady.
I don't think so.
Beraht doesn't like us spending time with anyone from the surface.
It's bad luck if you're trying to get pregnant.
Too much air, too far from the Stone.
The baby wont take.
You could try Tapsters, though.
Beraht never lets us go there because too many traders come in.
Just... don't tell me what Beraht wants you to do to the poor sot.
Atrast tunsha, Leske.
We, uh, don't have to go so soon, you know.
We could stay, maybe braid your hair, or--
I couldn't believe it when Ser Duncan said he wanted to recruit you.
I was ready to kill you when I heard what you did at the Proving--but it worked out for the best.
You're not seriously thinking of refusing, are you?
This is like... like being raised to nobility.
Think about it: If you ever come back to Orzammar, you'll stay in the Diamond Quarter.
There are separate rooms set aside for the Wardens.
Everyone will respect you.
Everyone who spat on us.
You... you could recruit the king's own sons if you want.
If I were you, I'd talk to Ser Duncan more.
Those are the rules of the order.
All Wardens leave their families behind.
You have to go.
You'll never have a better opportunity.
As a Warden, you'll be the equal of anyone in the noble houses.
Please don't hold yourself back because of me.
I think--for the first time--Mother and I will be fine.
I spent the afternoon with my new patron.
If everything works out... maybe I can even greet you as an equal if you return.
I will miss you every day, but always with a smile.
I promise.
My patron would never allow it.
He has already promised to move Mother and me into better lodging, where he can find me more quickly when he wants me.
When I left, she was passed out.
I couldn't even wake her to tell her you'd been arrested.
Don't let her ruin this day.
I'll tell her you've gone to the surface for a better life than she ever gave you.
I am.
Truly.
I could never make a life fighting darkspawn. 
But if I can bear a son who makes his house proud, that's all I can ask.
Go, little brother.
Make the world a better place.
Go.
Tell Duncan you're ready to be something more than a whore's little sister.
Yes.
He calls me his amber rose.
Isn't that sweet?
He has a voice like a poet.
When I heard you'd been arrested, I ran straight to the Proving Grounds, but you'd already disappeared.
That's when Ser Duncan said he wanted to invite you into the Grey Wardens.
I almost fell over.
I can't believe you're really leaving.
And as a Grey Warden!
When Ser Duncan said he wanted to recruit you, I almost fell over.
When I heard you were arrested, I rushed to the arena, but by then you were gone, and Ser Duncan was telling everyone they had to find you.
The rules of the order say you must leave your family behind.
But I can promise we will be all right.
We may not need it for much longer.
This has been a lucky day for both of us.
It's time for you to go.
A new life awaits you.
I can't stand the way he treats us!
I've seen it before, and I'll see it again.
You don't have to hide anything from me, Rica.
I want you to stop working for him.
I just wish we didn't have to kiss up to that cave tick.
It's not fair that Beraht gets to push us around.
And now he has everything a dwarf could want.
So why does Beraht care about hustling you to some noble?
Can Beraht really follow through on his threats?
Yet you tell me I can become a Paragon?
Someone like me could never actually be a Paragon.
Keep dreaming, Rica.
That would certainly surprise Mother.
Imagine, founding our own house...
I don't know why I can't join the army and fight darkspawn.
They'd rather we all be killed than admit they're wrong.
Aren't they doing anything to protect us?
They know we'd turn our weapons on them, if we had any.
But haven't the darkspawn almost overrun the current troops?
The darkspawn are not likely to touch us here.
Is anyone doing anything about it?
Isn't the work I do for Beraht enough?
I need to get going before Beraht comes back.
Goodbye.
Did you say there was a noble who was interested?
Ew.
I don't want to think about my sister... doing that.
Who is he?
You're right.
Goodbye.
Sorry.
I didn't mean to bother you.
Goodbye.
What else should I know about Beraht?
I don't want to work for Beraht anymore.
Why do the guardsmen let Beraht get away with so much?
If he's so successful, why is he hustling you to some noble?
This is leaving a bad taste in my mouth.
Have you had much competition lately in attracting nobles?
Ick.
That's enough about you and getting pregnant.
Why would a noble raise our family up if you have his kid?
Why do the nobles want children so badly?
I don't understand what Beraht wants you to do.
Have you heard anything else about darkspawn recently?
Let's talk about something a little closer to home.
Actually, I should get going now.
How far do the Deep Roads extend?
I've never seen a darkspawn.
What do they look like?
Mother seems worse today.
Watch out for her.
I don't want her to hurt herself.
Her brain's been pickled my whole life.
Do you ever remember her being different?
And now she sleeps every night in a pool of her own vomit.
All right.
I'm going.
Goodbye.
Why did he leave?
She never talks about it.
Have you ever met a surfacer named Oskias?
Thanks.
I'll go and check that out now.
It doesn't seem that great to me.
There is no way you'll convince me to live among humans.
Well, when you put it that way...
I don't want to leave you alone here.
But how will you take care of yourself?
And Mother?
Then I'm staying here.
I'm not going unless you can come with me.
Then I will leave in good conscience.
Then perhaps I should tell Duncan I'm interested after all.
Truly?
You won't starve?
If I'm leaving, I should tell Mother goodbye.
And you'll be happy like this?
This is the man you spoke of earlier?
I don't want to join the Grey Wardens.
What are you doing here, Rica?
I wish you could come with me.
I'll try to send you money.
Will it be safe for you if I leave?
Please, I just need a bed.
Somewhere to sleep... a fire...
Two bits for the needy?
This'll be you someday.
Soon's you start to wrinkle up and Beraht's got no use for you.
Don't think you got anywhere to go but here!
I seen you around.
You one of them Beraht boys.
You don't know from needy.
Not until you're my age.
I used to work in the mines, checking the new tunnels for bad air.
Sent me down with a candle, and there must've been a pocket of gas, 'cause it went up like dragon's breath.
Healer saved my life, but I can't half walk.
What's a man supposed to do?
You got some spare feet?
If not, a silver'd fill that void real nice.
Sorry fills more bellies when it comes with coin.
You think Beraht's going to want you when you're old?
Soon's your muscles go, it's the clean crew or the streets for you.
You're like me, boy.
No woman's gonna let you in her sheets, not as long as your face is branded.
Only place for you to end up is here.
Watching some casteless upstarts refusing to share their coin.
Unless you find some man to fill you with babies and give you the care for 'em, you'll be gone soon enough.
I seen you before.
You're one of Beraht's girls.
The one with the sword.
Hrmmmph.
Well, what're you staring at?
It's one sodding copper bit.
You want me to sing your praises?
Yes, suh.
Pleasure, suh.
Stone keep you warm at night... 'cause no one else is gonna.
Oooh.
You drive a hard bargain, soldier.
You looking for someone to shine your shoes?
Clean your pots?
Keep you warm at night?
Is that what you're looking for?
That's worth ten bits, no?
Beraht don't like it when you do killings off his books.
I don't know much, but I know that.
So clear out, duster.
I wouldn't take your coin, anyway.
Go ahead.
Beat up an old man, if it makes you feel better.
You think I got nothing for you, but you'll see.
Pleasure workin' with you, suh.
I seen your man at Tapsters.
I was waiting out back, but they wouldn't tip me the dregs off the ale barrel.
Said it was going to compost.
But I saw another brand there with his surface money, and they served him.
Called him "Oskias, suh." Pah!
You think I got that close?
Tavern-keepers, they know all I have to pay with is dirt.
Now get out of here.
You're scaring off the other pockets.
Alms!
Alms for the poor...
Let's just get out of here.
This guy's a shaft-rat--hurt his legs in a mine, his wits too.
Not going to happen, duster.
I've got my dignity.
All I want is a nip of ale, to dull the pain.
Not making any threats now, are you, solider?
I don't have time for this.
Goodbye.
The needy?
Who do you think you're looking at, old man?
What happened to you?
Is there any way I can help?
Is there anything you can give me for my money?
All I can spare is one.
Fine.
Here's two bits.
Happy?
That's enough, then.
Goodbye.
You don't know anything about a man named Oskias, do you?
You have something to give me for my money?
Just tell me, have you seen a surfacer named Oskias?
Tell me, or your body might end up blocking a mine shaft.
Forget it.
If you can find him, I can dig him up myself.
Fine.
Ten bits.
And you tell me everything you know.
Thanks.
I'll see you later.
Did you see what he had on him?
Was he armed?
Well, if you could...
About sodding time.
I was starting to think I'd have to bust in and get an eyeful of that spicy sister of yours.
Ga-row!
And people wonder where that grumpy old dwarf image comes from.
But fine...
Boss says we're out for a search-and-discipline.
One of his smugglers is holding out on him.
Name's Oskias.
Some surfacer.
Beraht got word that he's been selling shipments topside that never make it to Beraht's ears down here.
He wants us to find the rotter and see what goods he's holding back.
Well, yours will be a short and tragic relationship.
You ready to show him some pain?
All he told me is "Find him." Duster's got some family from the Merchant Caste.
He's probably staying near their quarters.
Poetry to my ears, salroka.
We're not <emp>just</emp> killing him.
First, we take back anything he stole and <emp>then</emp> we kill him.
Come on.
You can feel bad later.
Whatever lets you sleep at night, my friend.
Well, if he is skimming, we kill him, of course.
I mean, Beraht doesn't let anyone swindle him and live.
Bringing his head on a plate is completely optional, though.
You know, gold, lyrium, spices...
Anything that Beraht might cut someone's head off to get.
<desc>Sigh</desc> What can I say?
No money, no girls, no place to call my own.
I been writing an epic poem about it.
It starts, "Oh, you're really, really cursed to have no caste.
You noble dwarves can shove it up your..."
But I... couldn't think of a rhyme.
I'm not seeing court bard in your future either.
I guess we'll have to stick to playing the heavies for Beraht.
Unless Rica picks up a patron who fancies casteless boys, this is pretty much it.
Unless you're thinking of going Rica's route, we're pretty much stuck.
But no hot-blooded dwarf can help himself.
Those perfect lips, just made to be screaming my name...
You must have had a few naughty thoughts yourself, huh?
Hah!
Did you ever sneak a peek when she was bathing?
No, wait.
Don't tell me.
My heart can't stand the strain.
You know I'm kidding.
It's strictly hands-off with me and Rica.
That does have its appeal...
I... kinda hoped you'd forgotten that...
At least I'd have something to eat. 
But much as I'd love to keep chatting, we'd better get down to business.
No such luck.
You're just jealous because you want the majesty of Leske for yourself, you shameless hussy.
So, you ready to find this surfacer, or what?
We won't get very far if you keep stopping to chat.
What's up?
Now you're showing some sense.
Come on.
Hey, what Leske don't know about the carta's not worth knowing.
Unless you're maybe higher up and you know things I don't.
Half the casteless in Orzammar, seems like.
I haven't met most of them.
Beraht doesn't like the grunts to get too cozy.
Jarvia's his main lieutenant this month.
She practically runs the estate.
And I hear he's been drilling her mine, if you know what I mean...
If I knew that, you think I'd still be running the streets with you?
But seriously, be careful.
You try to get Beraht's attention by being too good, he'll think you're a threat and dump you in the Deep Roads.
Stay too quiet, he may decide you're worthless and do the same.
Smuggling, mostly.
A lot of stuff grows up top that folks down here got no other access to.
And the skyers up there'll give 'em by the wagon in return for gold or some shiny magic lyrium.
Way I hear it, he just stepped up.
Plenty of smuggling went on before, but Beraht put it all under his protection and spread around enough coin and muscle to back it up.
He practically has a private army on his estate, and he's bought enough guardsmen that no one ever looks.
My father's birthday gift to me, same as you.
They say the original casteless were criminals whose houses disowned them, or folks who insulted the ancestors by leaving for the surface.
But most of us now, we're just the poor fools whose parents were dumb enough to bear us.
Far as I hear.
Humans have their lords and their peasants, and everyone hates the elves.
But to them, all dwarves look alike.
That face-brand?
They don't even notice it.
Because the nobles can't imagine anyone wanting to live anywhere but here.
They don't want anybody polluting Orzammar with skyers' ideas, so they say if you come back, you come back casteless.
Sure.
Prove to the Assembly that you're the embodiment of virtue and convince the majority of noble families to elect you a Paragon.
Then, you're solid gold.
Short of that... if your sister can get herself stuffed with some noble's son, she'll be raised to be an official concubine.
And as her immediate family, you'll go with her.
Well, you know my suggestion--go where the ale is.
Man's a surfacer, so all he usually gets is that swill they make from grain or whatever.
When he comes to Orzammar, he'll head straight for the real thing.
Lichen-malt, straight-up, eight bits a tumbler.
Mmm.
Whoo.
Don't start dipping into that moss-wine.
You know what it did to your mother.
We're supposed to look for Oskias, that surfacer Beraht thinks has been swindling him.
That knock anything loose in that skull of yours?
My best guess would be to find where he's hiding, drop a few names, and maybe a knife.
Then, when he's pissing his breeches, search him.
Then we take back any gold or lyrium he might have been skimming.
I'm sure you can figure out what comes next.
Beraht won't want to see us without proof that surfacer's dead.
We have to get this stuff back to Beraht before he starts wondering what we've been doing.
We've got to trade this lyrium in quick and get back before Beraht starts wondering what we've been doing.
Un& unless you think we should give it all to Beraht.
Ahhh.
Free money.
It was a beautiful dream, wasn't it?
He'd probably buy that.
If he knew what Oskias was hoarding, he wouldn't have sent us to look, right?
Unless he was testing us...
We don't need to go that far.
Let's just head over to Olinda.
She won't be there all day, you know.
You're the boss.
Then we'd better go find Olinda.
She used to give me crusts off her week's-end loaf when I was little.
She's got a soft spot for me.
And she hates Beraht.
Woo, you should hear her go about how it's blackmail to pay protection money and the casteless deserve better.
She's got a stall in the commons not too far from Tapsters.
She'll give us a fair deal and Beraht won't hear about it.
Then let's head back to Olinda.
Was that smart?
If Beraht finds out Oskias ran, he'll kill you.
He'll kill me.
He'll make you kill me, then yourself.
Then he'll probably stew us and serve us to the poor.
And leave behind all this...?
That's what I like about you.
Pure blind optimism.
We should bring Beraht the lyrium as proof of what Oskias was doing.
We should sell this quick and report back before Beraht starts wondering what's taking so long.
We really should get back to Beraht.
So, this is a gift, huh?
I've never been to a Proving.
From your lips to my ears.
Go north on the commons and take the first door that says, "No Brands." It's hard to miss.
You really should pay attention.
We're going to find some fighter named Everd and make sure he wins every fight.
We'll have to check his schedule and see who he's up against.
Mainar's the favorite, so whenever he's called for, Beraht wants us to dose his water, slow him down a bit.
Think about their responsibility.
Take these humans and elves who've spent their whole lives flitting around and eating figs and teach them to fight darkspawn.
Of course they're going to need a dwarf to help them.
Here they get to pick from the best of the vein.
They say you can go an entire lifetime without a single darkspawn setting foot on the surface.
They're the only surfacers who care what happens here.
They drove the darkspawn back in every Blight, and people say they've got some secret magic that lets them do it.
Can you imagine them turning down all those steeled-up warriors for one of us?
Put on that armor and everyone hails you as a hero...
It'd be great, except for the part where you have to hunt darkspawn.
I've spent my whole life trying to <emp>save</emp> my skin.
I'm a bit too fond of it to lose it now.
I was in the Diamond Quarter once when they brought back a trophy from the Deep Roads.
It was only a head, but...
It was all twisted up and scarred, with teeth like stalactites.
And it smelled like rank air from an old cave.
I can't even think of a joke. <emp>That</emp> should tell you how bad it was.
We don't.
Unless there are enough darkspawn to go up there, because that means there's something leading them.
And that means an archdemon.
And <emp>that</emp> means a Blight.
Which means possibly the end of life as we know it.
Not like turning your back on the Stone to take a caravan topside.
Fighting darkspawn is a sacred duty.
The king decreed long ago that a dwarf who joins the Wardens retains his caste.
I don't know.
So the shapers write you into the histories as a mysterious hero?
To save a bunch of elves and humans who would otherwise end up as a darkspawn buffet?
To honor the terms of our thousand-year-long alliance with the Wardens?
That kind of thing.
You know, two sweaty Warrior Caste men, all oiled up by servant girls and wrapped in shining smith-wrought steel.
Hundreds of beautiful women watching from the stands, wanting nothing more than to rub them down after...
Don't tell me you never wanted to sneak in and see one for yourself.
Because as criminals and exiles, we are rejected by the ancestors.
Our very presence would pollute the sacred grounds.
And no warrior wants some brand watching while he gets laid out.
It makes it harder to take him seriously when he flogs you.
Hah!
I bet you could beat the beards off most of those overstuffed swaggers.
Wouldn't that be nice?
And if gold coins fell from my mouth whenever I spoke, that would be grand.
And only slightly less likely.
We should find the fighters' preparation chambers.
Stone's embrace!
That's one of them.
One of the Grey Wardens.
I dare you to go over and talk to him.
Say, "Welcome to Orzammar, Warden ser.
May I drink your bath water?"
I can't believe you talked to him.
A Grey Warden!
No more time!
Make sure you have everything and go tell the Proving guard you're ready to fight.
And don't forget to keep your helmet down!
I got him!
Are you awake yet? <desc>Psst</desc> Can you hear me?
How hard did they sodding hit you, anyway?
Did you have to put up such a fight?
Oh, you did.
And don't think they didn't show <emp>me</emp> their appreciation.
Shh!
Keep your voice down.
I'm in the next cell over.
After they locked us in the Proving master's booth for a while, a whole squad of guards transferred us here.
Public whipping.
Loss of your left hand for stealing the armor.
Loss of your <emp>right</emp> hand for befouling a smith's work...
Public flaying for impersonating a higher caste, and if that doesn't kill you, they'll put you to death for polluting the Proving.
That Grey Warden suggested exile, but it didn't seem like anyone was listening.
No.
I checked, and the cell is built straight into the cave wall.
That door's the only way out and they confiscated my lock-picks.
You think I didn't look for a way out?
Rica's not the only one in danger here.
They could kill us!
But these cells are built straight into the wall, and they confiscated all my lock-picks.
What's it look like on your side?
You see any way out?
Huh.
I guess not.
I mean, I've been in most of them.
They don't usually have... this many bloodstains on the walls...
As soon as everyone saw your face-brand, the place went mad.
Shut all the doors, examined everyone for family and caste.
One of the guards recognized me and figured we must be working together.
They burned three candles to the stump interrogating me about who put us up to this.
I think they knew, you know, about Beraht.
I don't want to die!
Oh, Stone...
What do we do now?
There's nowhere in Orzammar that Beraht won't find us.
Hey!
Let me out of here!
Don't leave me!
If we want to get away with this, we can't leave one man alive to tell Beraht what we've done.
Did you see him there, all, "When we're done with you?" And you just charged in and sodding slaughtered him!
You have to be the luckiest duster in Orzammar.
Beraht's dead and we're standing here!
Hail to the sodding king!
Well, he was sure talking like she's still alive.
But I won't turn down the chance to go take another peek.
Hey, could you tell Rica <emp>I</emp> killed him.
I mean, it doesn't do you any good if she thinks you're most virile warrior in all the Stone...
An excellent point.
Now let's go find somewhere to hide.
Whoa.
Don't push it, salroka. 
Beraht kept his place by making sure it was always dusters like us who took the fall.
Right now, half of Orzammar knows who you are.
We've got to lay low for a while.
Fortunately, if Beraht's got them trained like he says, it should be a good long time before any guardsmen turn up here.
Maybe in a long time, when everyone's forgotten what happened today, we can see who's left to challenge us.
And <emp>maybe</emp>, if Beraht's family topside doesn't figure out who killed him, they'll keep doing business with us.
And <emp>maybe</emp>, we'll be able to figure out which mining families stocked the carta with lyrium.
And then, maybe, we'll have the chance to take over.
Until then, let's just get out of here.
I'm trying to make sure you don't do something stupid.
Oh, he was begging all right.
That look of utter surprise on his face when he tasted his own blood.
That was as close to begging as Beraht gets.
You said it.
We should get out of here before the guardsmen come.
Those guys must've seriously cracked your skull.
You're not going to turn down being a Grey Warden, are you?
Well, go back and tell him yes before <emp>he</emp> comes to his senses.
Oh, if wishes only made it so, salroka.
But think about it.
We killed Beraht.
You think his family will still trade with us?
We'd need to build up the whole thing from scratch.
And plenty more folks would be coming after us.
And I'm not talking single combat, I'm talking armies.
No, duster.
If you stay here, you're more likely to end up on the headsman's block than sitting pretty in Beraht's estate.
Well, don't you worry about that.
Ol' Leske'll take care of her...
She'll be the first one telling you to go.
She never wanted this to be your life.
I went up one time for Beraht.
It's real bright, so you can hardly see anything, and everything smells funny, like food instead of stone.
But a city's a city.
And up there, no one cared about the brand on my face.
Everyone in that Proving fought darkspawn, and you sure flogged them.
Your loss, then.
But it'll be good to keep you around to blame things on.
From Dust Town to the Grey Wardens...
You don't watch out, salroka, you'll end up a Paragon.
And then I'll never hear the end of it.
Nah.
I think I'll just bask in your reflected glory for a while.
I mean, why should I have to work when you're going to be living the easy life, fighting darkspawn?
Why do I think you mean that literally?
I'll check in every night, make sure no one's slipped anything poisonous down her blouse... sleep beside her...
All right, stop glaring.
I'll make sure she's all right.
I'm going to miss you, duster.
Now go.
Before I make a fool of myself.
Now I know you lost your senses.
There's nothing to miss here.
Aw... that's the problem with women.
Too sentimental.
Now get out of here, before the Warden realizes what you're like without all that armor.
Turned down the Grey Wardens...
I knew you were a fool, duster, but whoa!
Get going already... before I start to cry.
Just tell me what we're doing.
I want to get this over with.
So, what does Beraht have for us?
He's stealing from Beraht?
I like him already.
Any idea where this Oskias is?
Let's show this duster what Beraht does to cheaters.
I don't think it's right to just kill this guy.
Fine.
But let's at least find out what he's done.
What do we do with him if he has been holding out on Beraht?
Is that all?
What sort of goods are we trying to find?
Leske!
How's it shaping?
Caste, vast, blast...
Give it to me; I'm ready to crack some heads.
There has to be something better out there.
What's he got for us today?
I wouldn't try for a public recital just yet.
Haven't I told you never to talk about my sister that way?
Well, maybe once or twice...
Shut up about Rica, or you won't have a tongue left.
You like Rica because she can't break you with one hand.
When I saw your "majesty," the scepter was a little... soft.
Just tell me why Beraht sent you.
That I might have to feed you your spleen.
Aww.
I was hoping our mission was me making fun of you.
Right.
What's the story?
Never mind.
Let's get this skyer before Beraht gets angry.
You've been in the carta a long time, huh?
Never mind.
Let's go see what this smuggler's been doing.
Who else is in the carta?
How do I rise higher in the carta?
What's the carta's main business?
How did Beraht come to control the carta?
How'd someone like you end up casteless, anyway?
Is it true there is no caste on the surface?
Why would a house disown someone for going to the surface?
But there is a way out, right?
Where do you think we can find Oskias?
Who are we looking for again?
And what did Beraht want us to do to him?
Maybe that's a better idea.
Let's just go to Beraht.
We'll sell one and tell Beraht we found one on Oskias.
Fine.
If you're so worried, you can forget about your share.
Stop worrying and let's go back to Olinda already.
Stop worrying and point me at this merchant.
We're keeping it all.
I just wish I could have left with him.
Too late for regrets.
He's halfway to the surface by now.
He'll never find out.
Maybe we'll get to see some fights.
Let's hurry.
Do you know where to find this place?
What did Beraht want us to do again?
Right.
Now I remember.
Let's go.
What's the Proving like?
What would the Grey Wardens want from a Proving?
Humans and elves don't normally fight darkspawn?
Why does everyone respect the Grey Wardens so much?
You sound like you want to be one.
I've never actually seen a darkspawn.
Have you?
I don't want to think about that.
Let's get going.
Why should we care what happens topside?
Doesn't joining the Wardens mean going to the surface?
Why would a dwarf want to join the Grey Wardens?
Let's get going before we miss the Proving.
Neither have I.
What are they like?
Why would the Grey Wardens care who wins this Proving?
Whoa, easy there.
Don't stain anything.
Now we have the chance.
Let's go.
Why don't they even let us in to watch?
I wish I could enter myself.
I always wanted to be the one in the ring.
Well, let's at least watch.
I just hope I took some of them down with me!
How did you get here?
Where are you, Leske?
What's the sentence for ridiculing the entire Warrior Caste?
Is there any way out?
Beraht said he'd go for Rica if we're caught.
We need to go.
This doesn't look like a typical guard's cell.
Leske?
What happened?
As long as he never made it to Rica.
Let's just get out of here before the guardsmen show up.
No way. <emp>I'm</emp> the new carta boss now.
Do you really want to say that when I'm holding a weapon?
And now we step up and take things over.
You're right.
Let's get out of here.
Let's just make sure Rica's okay.
I'm serious.
I want to take over the carta.
Are you trying to ruin my moment of triumph?
I was hoping he'd have time to beg for mercy.
Let's get out of here before anyone comes to investigate.
You're right.
I don't know what I was thinking.
We killed Beraht.
We could step in, be sitting pretty...
I don't want to leave Rica.
That's what I'm afraid of.
But everyone says the surface is so awful and open.
I don't know how to fight darkspawn.
You're not going to change my mind.
I expect to hear you're running Dust Town, all right?
If you lay a finger on Rica, I'll be back with an army.
Take care of Rica for me.
I'll miss you, Leske.
This is the end!
A new archdemon is rising and Orzammar will fall!
You looking for a place to sleep?
There's a vent behind Gevast's, and he don't mind if you use it.
Do you mind?
I have nothing you can afford, and as long as you're here, no one else will come.
Are you going to take that tiresome, "The world is against me," attitude?
I'm sorry, I've nothing <emp>you</emp> would want.
I don't sell rags and rotten food.
I don't know how you casteless can live like that. 
Bunch of surface trash.
Nothing we need here anyway.
I don't care what you do.
But if you try to steal anything, I'm calling the guards.
That's what I don't understand.
You think life has knocked you so far down, you can take whatever you need to pull yourself up.
Yet you won't go somewhere you'd be allowed a trade of your own.
Yes.
I'm third generation in my family to be born on the surface.
According to the Assembly, that makes me casteless, so I have to wear a temporary brand.
Fine, but try to steal anything, and I'm calling the guards.
That's what I find so exasperating about you casteless.
You live off charity and do nothing to better yourself.
And then you blame everyone else for how dreadful your life is.
That doesn't make me like you.
I have a trade, a role in society.
It's true that in Orzammar, I have no accepted caste.
Same as you, it's illegal for me to walk here without one.
I'm from the surface, so by the law of Assembly, I'm casteless.
But I think of the brand as just part of the license to vend my wares.
I use a washable ink and when I return home, it's gone first thing.
I cannot imagine wanting to wear the beastly thing every day.
Oh?
You like being denied the chance to do a job when you know you have strength and skill?
You like having to beg?
Or maybe you think being casteless gives you a license to steal from those who do make an honest living?
You certainly don't choose to live any other way.
If you were on the surface, you could open a shop, claim land and start a farm, and get legally married by the human Chantry.
Orzammar is the only place in the world that will treat you like this, yet you all stay.
I'll never understand it.
This is why none of you ever get out of Dust Town.
And what has the Stone done for you?
At least on the surface, you won't be rejected by your fellow dwarves.
There is no caste on the surface.
Every dwarf there is a foreigner, so we all help each other.
Well, according to them, Orzammar is tiny and cramped and dank and ugly, so I think it's all in what you're used to.
There is one thing about the surface, though--there are no castes, and we dwarves all look to help each other.
It always seemed sad to me that our homeland is the one place in this world where you're likely to be killed by a fellow dwarf.
Now unless you're going to buy something, I need to unload and get home before the rains set in.
That's... water from the sky, by the way.
I hope you make better luck for yourself in the future.
My name is Ademaro.
I come down here twice monthly with goods from the surface.
Which you'd know if you could afford any.
Fresh shipment!
Straight from the surface!
Figs, milk, eggs, fine linen for your clothes!
Meat for your stewpots!
I warn you, it won't last long...
Are you going to have me arrested for standing here?
Just let me see what you have for sale.
Never mind.
Leske, let's go.
You think I'm just going to stand here and take that?
So you're casteless, too?
I don't have much choice, do I?
But isn't your face branded, too?
Shut up and let me see your wares.
Look around.
The world <emp>is</emp> against me.
You can't treat me like that.
Your face is branded, too.
You're a merchant.
Why do you wear a casteless face-brand?
You have another suggestion?
It's not that bad down here.
Right, Leske?
You think I choose to live like this?
If I wanted to be called an idiot, I'd ask my mother.
They say surface dwarves lose touch with the Stone.
I wouldn't still be casteless on the surface?
But isn't the surface disgusting and full of humans?
Never mind.
There's nothing I want here.
The vein at Korbeth is starting to run low.
We'll need to strike out for new ground.
Out of my way.
I'm going to watch the Proving.
Turn around, brand.
No casteless on the grounds.
Hrmph.
I think what my friend meant to say is, we were just leaving.
What were you thinking?
No casteless are allowed at the Proving!
I think what my friend meant to say is we have passes to clean the trenches between bouts, see.
He, uh, took a few too many kicks to the head as a training stand-in, you know.
She, uh, spent a little too much time with the tanner's fumes, you know.
Hrmmm.
Looks legitimate.
Go on through, then.
But stay to the trenches.
Grey Wardens don't need some eyesore getting between them and the fighters.
How would you like it if I kicked you out of somewhere?
But I have a pass right here.
Hey, boy.
You look like someone who could use a spare copper.
What do you say?
I'm a happily married man.
All you'll get from me is good solid coin, and it won't take any work on your part.
No work.
Just money for something you're not even using.
Much.
You look like you still got all your teeth, nice and healthy.
I craft replacements for nobles who have lost theirs.
I can pay you real handsome for some of those.
One silver for two; what do you say?
Good day there, sweetness.
You looking to make a quick bit?
You could be just what I'm after...
Suit yourself.
Plenty of brands are willing.
You haven't even heard my offer, boy.
You haven't even heard my offer, girl.
And I'd not be welcomed by my wife if she thought I fancied casteless flesh.
I've got a different offer.
Beraht wouldn't like you throwing that around.
This guy's an artisan; that's practically a smith!
We don't need that high a profile.
That sounded like a threat, brand.
You know the sentence for harassing a resident engaged in legitimate trade is public flogging and a hundred silver fine.
Gracious apologies, Master.
We were just leaving.
Right now.
Forgive my friend.
You know the vent fumes... they mess with the mind.
We're very sorry to bother you.
Now let's get back before you land us both in a cell.
No work's legitimate if they let you do it, boy.
No work's legitimate if they let you do it, sweetness.
The Assembly declared back in Darbir's reign that it insults the ancestors for casteless to perform any work the recognized lineages can do.
Now, do you want it or not?
One and a half silvers, and that's my best offer.
You won't get a better price.
I'm in demand, top tooth and wig shop off the Diamond Quarter four years running.
There are some who'd just take what they want off someone like you.
I'm offering an honest deal.
What do you say?
That depends what you're thinking, but you got some good fortune that it doesn't look like you're making full use of.
Offer withdrawn.
I'm sure I'll find some other brand who's happy to have it.
This better not be anything dirty.
You've got a job for me?
I wouldn't consider less than two silvers.
That's crazy!
I'm not going to sell my teeth!
I'm not going to justify that with a response.
You looking to step back before I hurt you?
I am no man's whore!
Do you have any idea who I work for?
Do you think you could call a guard before I knock you out?
Don't you have any legitimate work for me?
Maybe I should just take that silver for myself.
Are you asking for what I think you are?
Leske!
You old scamp, what're you doing here?
Trying to charm me out of another set of ribbons for your girl?
Trying to talk you into being my girl, Olinda.
You know my heart's breaking for you.
Don't you go saying that around my husband.
Who's your friend?
Sorry, lover.
Guess it's not meant to be.
Get out of here, then, before that silver tongue gets you in real trouble.
Well... that's not what I was expecting to hear cross those lips.
Where exactly would someone like you pick up lyrium?
I can guess who you might have got this gift from.
Leske, you know I don't do his business.
This is just us, shaper's honor.
You won't get in with Beraht if you buy it.
I think... that's probably something I should never know.
Didn't I tell you she's a gem!
How much do you have?
I can give you thirty silvers per nugget.
Only thirty--
It's less than it's worth, I won't lie to you, but the market for it's topside and that won't be easy for me to reach.
And I'll have to find a buyer who won't ask where it came from.
For that, I can't afford more than thirty.
Not unless you want Beraht hearing.
I'll tell you plain, you won't find another merchant in this quarter who won't feed him whatever he asks.
And I'd mourn a day or two to lose my buddy Leske, I'll tell you that.
Because we have it, and the folks topside need it.
It's what their mages use to power their spells.
And it's the only metal that'll let magic stick to a shield or sword.
Now do you want the deal or not?
Probably for the best.
It's dangerous to start playing secrets with Beraht.
All right, then.
Let me take that off your hands.
And you probably shouldn't come around here for a while... just in case.
Hey, when I'm with a lady, the last thing I'm thinking about is you.
Well, look around, boys.
I can slide you the mark-up, being that you're friends, but I can't give anything away for free.
Well, look around, sweetheart.
I'll slide you on the mark-up, being that you're friends, but I can't give anything away for free.
You're welcome to look around.
I'll slide on the mark-up since you're Leske's friend, but I can't give anything away for free.
Just don't touch anything if you can't meet the price.
What are you two doing back here?
Well, come back when you have time to gossip.
I think you'd better stay away for the next few days.
Just in case.
You were right.
We shouldn't make deals behind Beraht's back.
This is a waste of time.
Let's get going.
We've got some lyrium to sell you.
Are you interested or not?
Call it a gift.
Where do you think?
First tell me how much per nugget.
Maybe we'll just take it somewhere else.
Why's lyrium so valuable, anyway?
Never mind.
I don't think we'll sell.
I'll sell you two nuggets.
I'll sell you one nugget.
Two nuggets.
One nugget.
We're here to check out your wares.
I can't believe Leske never told you about his best friend.
I'm <FirstName/>.
Pleased to meet you.
We should really get going.
Actually, we've got some lyrium to sell you.
Never mind.
We're leaving.
Watch yourself!
The shaper doesn't need your footprints all over his clean clothes.
As if I'd stop for you.
I happen to be doing the personal washing of the third assistant to the shaper of memories!
He's from House Harrowmont, you know.
It took my mother five years of sewing dresses for the head maid to get me noticed.
And well I might!
After my mother took five years of her personal time sewing fine dresses for the head maid at the Shaperate?
Mother tells me they never considered a single other candidate when the position opened for under washer.
I am not casteless!
I am an honorable member of the Servant Caste.
I serve my betters, as is my place, decided by the ancestors who granted my mother my birth.
I am not a criminal!
You were once.
They control Orzammar's memories.
They oversee births, marriages, death records, histories.
Everything we do or are.
Except you, I guess.
Casteless and criminals aren't allowed in a shaper's presence.
Get away from me.
I'll tell my father you tried to violate me!
I would sooner lie with a nug!
Whatever horrid deviants you're descended from were written out of the histories and deemed unworthy to join the ancestors.
Obviously, they bred anyway, but their children can't possibly deserve the same protections as those who were legitimately born.
It's barely under the king himself!
Well, stand further back.
I'm not going to risk my position by having someone see you near his robes.
No time to talk!
The shaper likes his robes pressed by the time the hour chimes.
Sorry.
I'll let you get back to your washing.
You work for a shaper?
I'm not a criminal, either.
Exactly.
What exactly does a shaper do?
Then I guess you're not looking for a quick tumble?
If you're just a servant, aren't you casteless, too?
Is working for a shaper that prestigious?
I didn't touch anything!
The ancestors were smiling on my bets today.
Another round for the house!
Hey, I'm trying to have a drink here.
You mind standing downwind?
My wife went to call the guardsmen!
They'll be here any moment now.
I...
I didn't see anything.
I promise.
No casteless.
Why would I tell you anything--
Take a close look before you finish that sentence.
Are you sure you want to make us insist?
Oh!
I didn't realize who sent you.
He's, uh, he's here all right.
Oskias.
Who the dust are... oh.
My mistake.
I didn't realize you're one of <emp>his</emp>.
I-I'm not looking for any trouble.
We hear you're harboring one of the boss's former... friends.
H-he's right over there.
Oskias, right?
He's got that look about him, surfacer and all.
You know I always do.
Is that what this is about?
He's here all right.
Right over there.
Been nursing that same mug half the day.
Paid up front, though, good silver.
What's he done?
Right.
That's, uh, real clever.
I hear what you're saying.
You're free to drink here any time.
And, uh, whatever else you got to do.
Sorry.
Just trying to make conversation.
You, uh, do what you have to.
Just... try and keep it neat.
I'm still paying for this space.
I'll say.
You, uh, you do what you have to.
I'm not saying anything.
You do what you have to.
Seems you've got an open-door policy on martyrs, though.
Just tell me if you've got a customer named Oskias.
Take a closer look before you say that.
Too late.
Then just stay out of my way.
Tell me if you know where to find a man named Oskias.
Refused to serve me ale.
Asked too many questions.
You want to make that your business?
Made Beraht unhappy.
Bad idea for him.
Hey, I was saving that seat!
That's real thoughtful, Oskias.
It's tiring work looking for you.
H-how do you know my name?
Hey, you can't just..
This is a public place; you got no right...
I know people!
I'm under the personal protection of Anor Beraht.
Try stealing from me and he'll--
I've known him since we were both on the teat.
We're like brothers.
Oh, no.
What did he tell you?
He doesn't think I'd play the turncoat, does he?
I don't know what you're talking about.
You probably have the wrong Oskias, see.
I just got here this morning.
I'm usually on the surface and--
So you're not the turncoat, two-faced swindling duster Beraht told us about?
I never did anything.
Beraht's got no reason to send you after me!
Oh, no.
You're not from Beraht, are you?
Because that would be... too much.
I don't think I could handle--
I just want to make sure nobody, uh, does anything too hasty.
You mean you're not here to kill me?
Oh, great Stone, my heart...
How's a man supposed to think when you start threatening like that?
Making sure you didn't <emp>accidentally</emp> pocket any processed lyrium, you know.
Look, I-I always been loyal to Beraht.
He's been good to my family; I-I know how much I owe him.
My pleasure.
W-wait!
I do have some lyrium.
It's just ore.
I-I made a side deal with one of the mining families.
If it worked out, I was gonna bring Beraht his cut, I swear.
I-I'd be crazy not to.
Suicidal, one might say.
No!
I'll give it back!
I'll find more.
I'll get Beraht double what he can make in a year, triple.
I swear!
Just please don't kill me.
Could everyone who isn't about to die please turn around for a moment?
This may be unpleasant.
Thank you.
Y-you can't do this!
Help!
Call the guardsmen!
This is murder!
You two let me know if you need anything.
I'll be in the back.
It's just a bunch of rocks!
You're going to kill me for that&?
Then let me go.
Tell Beraht you killed me.
I-I can run to the surface.
He's never got to hear of me again.
I'll give you the lyrium; do whatever you want with it.
Give it to Beraht, sell it yourself, I don't care. 
I-I'll get out of the business, open a... a dry goods shop.
He'll never know I'm still alive.
Please...
What would you want if it was you?
Keep the lyrium.
It's worth plenty to the right buyer.
I've uh, got a lot of lyrium... maybe we could work something out.
Share and share alike?
Surfacers pay good coin for lyrium.
Mages up there, they use it for their spells, smiths use it in enchanted weapons...
I just took the money and ran.
I-I mean, back to Beraht, to share the profits.
N-not long!
I mean, I-I'm not cheating him...
I mean, this is my first time.
Oh, please don't kill me.
Just a little.
Maybe twenty-five sovereigns worth--
Twenty-five sovereigns?
Most of that's with my buyers on the surface.
I just picked up a few nuggets down here.
If I were to... maybe give you a piece, that's a lot of coin.
Could you, uh, forget to mention this to Beraht?
With pleasure.
I-I don't got any coin myself.
I make that topside.
But you can take the ore, sell it, maybe get enough to get out of this nest?
It's his.
Take it.
Will you let me go now?
I got buyers up top who'll take me down fast if I turn up empty.
Please, I-I can give you one nugget; th-that's a lot of silvers.
All I have is the two nuggets, but they're yours if you let me out of here.
Are you breathing smoke?
Beraht'll kill you if he catches you with his lyrium!
Well, that's a whole other story.
We'd need to sell it before we go back to Beraht.
And to someone who won't run to him.
Not unless you find a merchant who doesn't work with Beraht, you won't.
Tell you what--cut me in fifty and we'll go to Olinda.
She's a merchant.
She likes me and refuses to work with the old man.
Fine.
What am I, going to fight you for it?
Then what happens to me?
Yes.
Yes!
I'll go back up to the surface right now.
I'll move to Orlais, to Antiva!
We'll have to tell Beraht he's dead.
If he ever finds out...
He won't.
I swear!
You'll never see me in Orzammar again.
Thank you!
You're as noble as you are strong!
May the ancestors bless your steps!
Thank you!
You're as kind as you are beautiful!
May the ancestors bless your steps!
Tell you what--cut me in fifty and we'll take it to Olinda.
Remember her?
She likes me and refuses to work with the old man.
I haven't.
I-I wouldn't.
Keep him still.
I'm gonna search his bags.
I-I'm getting out of here.
Y-you two are mad.
Beraht knows I'd never betray him.
I'll tell him myself--
You're not going anywhere.
I do have some lyrium ore.
I have a little deal with one of the mining families.
Empty your bags.
If we like what we see, you keep breathing.
And what'll he do when he finds out you're cheating him?
The personal protection, huh?
Well, Beraht told us to check your bags.
You gibbering idiot.
Beraht's the one who sent us.
Did you think Beraht wouldn't find out you're cheating him?
We're here to stop you from making a big mistake.
Let's just say we've got a mutual friend.
Empty your bags.
Beraht wants to see what you're hiding.
If you did nothing wrong, you've got nothing to fear, right?
Calm down.
There's no reason we can't keep this civilized.
I may be, but blubbering'll just make it take longer.
Why?
Is there a reason we should?
Of course not.
This is just a friendly inspection.
Fine.
Then I'll just kill you and plant the evidence later.
Save your excuses.
Leske, search his bags.
That's good enough for me.
You're going down.
Stop squirming or this is really going to hurt.
I wish there was another way.
If Beraht ever found out about that, he'd kill me.
Fine.
But go quickly.
If Beraht ever hears of this...
Why would I take that kind of risk?
I'll tell Beraht you're dead.
Just leave Orzammar.
Interesting plan...
You shouldn't have tried to buy me with them.
Sorry, salroka.
A job's a job.
Give me one good reason not to kill you.
Who have you been selling to?
Bad idea.
Leske?
How long have you been cheating Beraht?
How much ore did you take?
We help you, Beraht's after us next.
Hold him still, Leske.
I'm listening...
We don't steal from Beraht, and you shouldn't either.
Nah.
I'd better kill you anyway.
Just in case you talk.
Actually, I'd better not take that risk.
Leske?
Give me all you have, and I'll pretend you weren't here.
Fine, I'll take it.
Fine.
One nugget, and I let you live.
You're right.
Sorry, salroka, that offer's not good enough.
You're right.
We'd better do this straight.
Kill him.
Me?
You think I wouldn't share with my best friend?
I'll sell it before we go back to him.
Never mind.
Let's just play this straight.
Kill him.
Twenty-five, seventy-five.
Deal.
Witnesses talk, you know.
Leske?
I'm killing you... as far as Beraht knows.
Got it?
Go up to the surface and never come back.
I believe you.
But I just need to make sure.
Then why have you been holding out on him?
If you're lying, you're going to wish I only killed you.
You think that's going to convince me?
<desc>Contestants in the Proving drink from this water to cleanse themselves before the fight.</desc>
<desc>Despite the drug, the water appears untouched.</desc>
<act>Drug the water in the basin.</act>
You ask too many questions.
All you've got to know how to say is, "Aye, Mistress."
Not nearly soon enough.
Go to the northern end of the commons and show the guard your pass.
Without it, you won't be allowed on the grounds.
Go to the Proving, make sure his fighter wins.
Look for Everd in his pre-fight chamber.
Find out who he's fighting, and if it's Mainar, use the drug to make sure he won't be a problem.
If this is too tough for you, I'm sure we can find something that suits you better.
You don't recognize me?
You know Jarvia, right?
Beraht's favored lieutenant and the only person he trusts in all of Orzammar.
You know, <emp>that</emp> Jarvia.
I think it's waay past time we were going.
Stone smile on you, Jarvia.
All you need to know is that I'm Beraht when Beraht's not here.
And I'm getting mighty impatient...
Did you want me to tell Beraht you're prying into his private life?
Good.
You're awake.
Beraht will be glad to hear that.
Don't worry.
You'll get a chance to speak to him.
You might want to watch your words, duster.
They might be the last ones you'll get.
That's Jarvia, you moron!
Don't dig us in deeper by insulting Beraht's top lieutenant.
Get you out?
Who do you think put you <emp>in</emp>?
You caused a lot of trouble today.
Beraht lost a hundred sovereigns for Lord Vollney.
The entire Proving was declared invalid, and the Assembly already called for an investigation.
You can't imagine the state Beraht was in when he told me to get you.
You're not in their cells anymore.
And I don't think I appreciate the time and money it took to bribe the right people to get you back.
You've got every guardsman at that Proving thinking if he takes your head off, the ancestors will bless him forever.
But they know whose hand holds the whip.
When Beraht claimed you, they knew who's going to get to watch your last breath.
I don't think scaring you is what Beraht has in mind.
You risked exposing him before the entire Warrior Caste.
That's right, you've never had the privilege of being down here.
You're in one of the deep cells in Beraht's estate.
He built it into the ruins of old Orzammar.
Plenty of room to store gold and lyrium.
And nice thick walls so no one can hear the screams.
All he needs to know is that you exposed him before the entire Warrior Caste.
Now they're asking questions, and as long as you have tongues to answer them, you're a threat.
Enjoy your last night together, boys.
Beraht'll be by soon to make sure you maintain your silence.
Enjoy your last night together.
Sorry we had to put you in separate cells, or I'd suggest you have a last tumble.
I brought you.
Where can I find the Proving Grounds?
What did Beraht want me to do again?
Is it true you're sleeping with Beraht?
What exactly do you do for the carta?
I want to talk to Beraht.
You look familiar.
Do I know you?
Did you come to get us out?
Jarvia?
What are you doing here?
Why are you here?
Where are the guardsmen?
Let him come.
He'll see I don't scare so easily.
I'm not scared of him.
All we did was follow his orders.
Let me talk to Beraht.
I can explain what happened.
But how did we get here?
Stone-met and blessings on your house.
That was the proper greeting for an outsider last time I visited Orzammar.
Has it changed?
Or is there a reason you're looking at me so strangely?
Do they say the Grey Wardens are disrespectful, then?
We do the same in my part of Ferelden.
Hello, then.
You're not here for the Proving, are you?
I believe the fighters were introduced earlier.
My apologies.
The intricacies of dwarven society are still foreign to me.
My name is Duncan.
I'd say, "Of the Grey Wardens," but I suspect you already know that.
Pleased to meet you.
Then you have certainly proved your courage, though I hope I'm not quite so fearsome as all that.
The Wardens are always looking for those who have the courage to spend their lives in battle against the darkspawn.
It's rare we find those with both the skill and the will.
The best Wardens are ruthless to their enemies, compassionate to their friends, and inspiring to their troops.
It's a lot to look for, but I hope to find it here.
And I hope you also may find what you are looking for.
Ah... of course.
That's what the face-brand means, then.
I remember that now.
For saying hello?
My friend, to a Grey Warden nothing short of a slavering darkspawn waking you in your bedroll counts as harassment.
Actually, I'm glad I met you.
Whenever we come to Orzammar, we always stay in the Diamond Quarter.
I never turn down the chance to meet someone new.
When we visit Orzammar, we tend to remain in the Diamond Quarter.
You forget how much of the city you miss.
Go, then.
And let us hope we both find what we're looking for.
There they are!
Seize the fugitives!
Drop your weapons and walk down slowly.
We will use force if you resist.
Your escape from Orzammar's prison had the guards baffled, it seems.
Until one of them recognized your friend as Beraht's man.
Regardless, the penalty for impersonating a higher caste is death.
Do not take that tone with a Grey Warden!
And maybe <emp>you</emp> should stop singing your own praises long enough to hear what's going on!
Beraht's dead!
So, I think you and your guardsmen owe us a little gratitude.
He's dead?
Beraht had many enemies, but also powerful allies.
They--
Beraht would have butchered us if he hadn't killed him first!
Your friend has once again demonstrated his courage.
We Grey Wardens travel far and wide in search of those with the potential to join our ranks.
It seems I have found one.
Let me make my offer formal.
I, Duncan of the Grey Wardens, extend the invitation for you to join our order.
This man is a criminal.
You can't do this!
I can and I am.
It would mean traveling to the surface lands and thus leaving your people, but it does offer you the chance to strike a blow against the darkspawn and the Blight.
You are a survivor.
Fighting the darkspawn is something we can teach, the rest that you know must come naturally.
From what I've seen you've not only the skill to best the most promising warriors in Orzammar, but also the courage to take on your betters.
Few I have met are so qualified to join.
Then you will be subject to whatever sentence the shapers choose to impose.
I think you know what that sentence would be.
I would spare you from it, and for an excellent cause.
While it is no trick, it is a dangerous life.
I can promise you no guarantee of safety.
I can also give nothing in return for these hazards.
In joining me, you leave all you know behind.
While we were searching for you, I spoke to one I hope can change your mind.
And I see your friend would like to speak to you as well. 
Why don't you see what they have to say before you give your final answer?
This is highly irregular.
The warrior families will be... most upset...
Look at you, you duster!
A Warden!
And to think I knew you when you were stealing bread!
We must be off to meet the king of Ferelden.
And quickly.
Do you have any goodbyes to say?
Then do so, and return to me as soon as you can.
Eager to leave, are we?
So be it.
Before we brave the Deep Roads, I would like to make you a gift of this mace, since you have so few possessions of your own.
It was once wielded by the Warden Foral Aeducan.
I believe he was related to your king.
I know you will continue his proud example.
Goodbye, my friends, and thank you for your hospitality.
This woman is wanted for treason.
You can't do this!
That I have found what I sought in Orzammar.
Beraht would have butchered us if she hadn't killed him first!
Your friend has once again demonstrated her courage.
You do not speak until the shapers have judged you!
One moment, my friend.
Did you not suggest this Beraht might have arranged their convenient escape?
Have you spoken with your friend and sister?
Then you cannot interfere, Duncan.
Guards, arrest him now.
This time, shackle him.
With the Blight upon us, I cannot afford to waste such talent.
Our agreements with the Assembly of Orzammar give the Grey Wardens the right to conscript any warriors we require.
This man's quick wits and strong arm would strengthen our order, and I am conscripting him to join.
I'm afraid I can.
I'm sorry you do not come willingly, but you <emp>will</emp> come.
If you wish to die, die fighting the darkspawn and not by the executioner's axe.
I hope that eventually you will recognize this as a fresh start.
This woman's clever mind and quick hand would strengthen our order, and I am conscripting her to join.
Then you cannot interfere, Duncan.
Guards, arrest her now.
This time, shackle her.
Then before these witnesses, I hereby recruit you into the Grey Wardens.
Know that you are most welcome.
I am glad you were able to speak once more with those who care for you.
Now we must be off to Ostagar.
Are you ready to go?
Hurry.
The king's army awaits at Ostagar.
I would not like to return and discover we have arrived too late.
It was just... nicer than I expected.
In my part of Orzammar, we just go with, "Hello."
No, definitely the proper greeting.
Uh, Stone-met yourself.
Well, I don't exactly have a house...
I only came over because my friend dared me.
Is it true you're here looking for recruits?
I'm <FirstName/>.
Of... of nobody.
Yes.
And yes, you can have me arrested for harassing you.
So what?
Now you have to stop talking to me?
I guess you want me to leave now.
I have to go now.
If this is your idea of a heroic rescue, you're too late.
What are you all doing here?
Beraht won't be a problem anymore.
What does this Grey Warden care what happens to me?
Last I saw Beraht, he was suffering from a bad case of dead.
Why are you telling me this?
What's in it for you?
Are you asking me to become a Grey Warden?
But I've never ever seen a darkspawn!
And If I say no and stay here with Rica?
What's the trick?
I'm not going no matter what you say.
I'd like to talk to my sister before I decide.
It seems like my best option.
I don't care.
Get me out of here.
Yes, I would.
No.
Let's go now.
I'm the victim here.
I was kidnapped!
They are wrong.
My place is with them.
On second thought, that does sound like a better plan.
You can't do that!
Not yet.
I need more time.
I have.
I am ready to join you.
No.
I have more I want to do, first.
Yes.
Let's go.
Hey!
Only fighters are allowed in these chambers!
Who are you?
You've got that right.
Heh.
And I bet you're the envy of everyone in Dust Town, working so close to the ancestors' favorites.
You've got my permission to brag.
How about you come back after the fight and I'll show you how I like being served...
I don't care about your name, brand.
My fight should be called any moment now.
You can come back and clean then.
No bother!
And don't let them tell you Mainar isn't generous with his favors.
Well, that's a long and dramatic tale, and I'm not one to brag.
Especially to some filth-faced trench-worker.
But for a pretty lady like yourself, I'd be happy to make an exception.
I should slap you for those words, duster.
You know nothing of fighting darkspawn, watching fifty of your brothers venture out and a scant dozen return.
You think it's exciting to venture with fifty men to search out a darkspawn nest and return with less than twenty?
Aye.
Long and terrible, they were.
Half a hundred men, venturing into Deep Roads that no one's traveled in years.
Everywhere we walked, we heard them, scratching in the walls.
But they only attacked when we stopped.
You got used to the smell of your brothers' blood, but never to the genlocks' reek.
If they had not just called my bout, I'd show you what happens to insolent soldiers under my command.
It takes great skill, for if you let one wound you, the taint festers until you run mad.
Truly.
But it's what I was born to do, like my father and his.
We die, so the rest of you can live snug and remember the glorious days when our empire stretched beneath half the world.
It's ill luck for me to touch someone the ancestors have cursed.
If you wish a tale to bring your children, return when my fight is over.
But if you like, I could tell you tales that would make your friends weep with envy.
This is the most exciting day of your life, no?
I bet you'll still be telling your grandchildren about the day you met the great Mainar. 
Very well.
You may fill your eyes with whatever you need to tell your tale, but touch nothing.
And I want you out of here in a heartbeat if my fight is announced.
I still have to prepare.
What?
Sending some brand to rifle through my personal possessions?
I won't have it.
Tell them Mainar is insulted that he didn't get a real servant.
And then-
That's my fight.
We'll finish this when I return victorious.
Fine.
But be quick about it.
I need to finish my preparations.
Here's three bits to keep you motivated.
Ready to concede already, Everd? <desc>Laughs</desc>
May the ancestors choose the best blade... and may it be mine!
Har!
I don't need luck!
I led a darkspawn campaign, with over a hundred of the vermin killed.
You think that was luck?
Pah!
You've been through a single raid and you think you know everything about darkspawn.
You think, "They're not so tough.
Their skulls split when they taste steel." But it's the taint you have to watch.
That's what'll get you.
It was skill, Everd.
Pure skill.
A strong hand, a quick wit, and the voice of a leader.
That's what it takes to lead a good campaign.
You'll learn that.
You're trying to rattle me, but after what I've faced, both you and this Proving are small-scale.
You should, lad.
You have promise.
Everyone agrees.
Huh.
I wonder why.
I already told him I have my victory speech prepared.
Then quit wasting my time.
He <emp>what</emp>?
That old man has overstepped his bounds.
He's lucky I don't march over and demand he face me in the ring.
But I will not honor such remarks with a response.
If he wants to insult me, he'll have to come to me himself.
On second thought, maybe I will.
He'll have to wait until after my preparations are done.
And you might want to get a tincture for that head cold.
Your voice sounds terrible!
Well, that's an invitation no wise man turns down, right?
Good luck getting one yourself.
Har!
Out of my way!
My fight is about to be called.
May the ancestors choose the best blade...
And may it be mine.
Har!
Hey!
What are you doing sneaking around here like that?
No one of consequence.
I am your humble servant.
I'll be going now.
I didn't mean to bother you.
Can...can I tell them I touched you?
I'm supposed to go inside to empty your wash basin now.
That would be such an honor... just to touch you...
Maybe I could meet you inside your chambers...
Actually, I'm just here to empty your wash basin.
I'm <FirstName/>.
I'm working the waste trenches.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to bother you.
It's really you!
How did you become such a fearsome fighter?
Why is everyone so impressed?
You don't look so tough.
What's it like being a warrior?
It must be so exciting.
I heard you've survived two darkspawn campaigns.
You lost thirty men.
Not a very good captain, are you?
How do you fight such creatures?
I'm just such a fan.
Can... can I touch you.
Please?
I've always wanted to meet you.
Can I take a peek inside?
I'm supposed to empty your basin and replace the water.
I'm just checking out the competition.
I'll be going now.
Ready to accept your concession!
I just wanted to wish you luck in the Proving.
Purely, if you were one of the survivors.
Of course not.
It was your brilliant leadership.
I'm sure it helped.
Then how is it you're still standing?
I will take your words to heart.
The Proving master wants to talk to you.
I don't know.
Never mind.
He wanted to know if you were getting too feeble to fight.
He wanted to set up a private meeting with the Grey Wardens.
I'm sorry.
I'm just such a fan.
I wanted to peek inside.
Combatants only.
May fortune favor your fight, Everd.
Are you ready?
Don't keep the Proving master waiting.
Talk to me when you're ready to fight.
<act>Shake your head.</act>
<act>Nod.</act>
I don't know why everyone's so excited about Mainar.
Adalbo won last year.
They say Mainar is the man to beat.
Do our unit proud, Everd.
We're all counting on you.
I'll be cheering for you in the fourth bout!
You honor me with this fight.
May the Stone show the boldest heart through the strongest arm.
Stone choose the... honor of... the heart...
Oh, sod it.
Let's just fight.
You honor me with this fight.
May we both win glory in the eyes of our lords.
First warrior to fall is vanquished. <emp>Fight!</emp>
--
A truly memorable fight.
The young cadet vanquishes the wily veteran!
The ancestors have withdrawn their blessings, and embrace a new champion on their field.
Who are you?
How dare you disrupt this sacred--
Remove your helmet, warrior, and let all who watched you see your face.
Your skills are impressive, but you are one man.
Show yourself, lest I call the guards and have them do it for you!
Nay.
This man has Everd's perfect likeness.
If you would have me believe you, let me look upon your face.
Hold your men, I pray you.
This warrior has defeated the best you have to offer.
Is that not what this Proving is for?
We are honored by your presence, Warden, but this Proving is not solely for you.
There are laws which have governed this arena for a thousand years.
This man is no warrior!
He is casteless, rejected by the ancestors.
His very footsteps pollute the Stone.
He has no place here.
Except as your champion...
This woman is no warrior!
She is casteless, rejected by the ancestors.
Her very footsteps pollute the Stone.
She has no place here.
I cannot believe Duncan would offer such an honor.
Uh, right back at you.
Watch out, duster.
You'll be coughing blood tonight!
Uh, for the honor of the...
Grey Wardens.
Exactly what I was thinking.
Let's win some glory for the Wardens!
Now you're talking my language, Brother.
The honor is mine.
You take all the fun out of this part.
Um, all that stuff about honor and glory.
Let's fight.
You honor me with this fight.
May we both achieve glory.
Do not challenge me unless you want to taste my blade!
I am of no caste or clan, but I have defeated you all!
I am Everd.
Arrest that fraud!
I will not.
My victories have earned me your respect.
<desc>Snorts and grunts</desc>
<desc>Snores</desc>
<desc>This heavy, barred door is locked from the outside.</desc>
<act>Leave door alone.</act>
<act>Use lock-pick.</act>
<act>Use cell key.</act>
Hey!
Leave off with your noise.
You're giving me a headache.
Uh, right.
As you should.
Where?
I don't see nothing wrong.
Oh, I-I couldn't do that.
I'm...
I'm not supposed to talk to you.
Mistress Jarvia, she said wait here till the boss gets back.
She...
Hey!
What the--?
Oh, you're probably just upset.
I remember one time when Mistress Jarvia was mad at me.
She didn't lock me up, but she yelled a lot.
And she hit me on the head.
But it was real nice of her not to kill me.
When that happened to my sister, healer said it was the plague.
Said if it wasn't treated right away, everyone who'd seen her would die.
D-die?
I don't want to die.
Aren't you going to help him?
No... no.
Mistress Jarvia said not to let you out.
You just stay where you are.
I-I'll come in there and take a look.
Now, hold still while I tie your hands behind your back&
Aren't you going to help her?
Sorry.
I'll just wait quietly for my death now.
The bar on this door is broken.
Could you check it out?
I don't suppose you want to let me out, do you?
I just wanted to know how long I'm going to be here.
But I think I'm sick.
Oooh, I'm getting dizzy...
Oooh.
That's how it started for me, too.
<act>Grab his head and slam it against the bars.</act>
<act>Pick his pocket while he's distracted.</act>
I...
I'm burning up.
Stone, I think I'm gonna pass out.
W-water...
I need water.
I need a healer... something....
<act>Attack the guard.</act>
<desc>There appear to be splinters on the floor, possibly fragments from crates that used to be stored here.</desc>
<desc>They look narrow enough to slide into the catch of a lock.</desc>
<act>Give the splinters to Leske.</act>
Beraht's getting tired of giving the gate guard his cut.
Can you believe-- What's that?
Beraht'll tire of Jarvia soon enough.
Then there'll be some room for-- Who in Stone is that?
Move the crate over here.
Boss doesn't want mold growing on-- The prisoners escaped!
Orzammar Proving Grounds
Beraht
Kalah
Rica
Jarvia
Ademaro
Kasch
Olinda
Unna
Everd
Mainar
Goilinar
Leske
Bartender
Oskias
Ha, money!
I'll be lucky to get away with my life, it seems. <desc>Gasps</desc> Maybe we could work something out?
You'll like the idea.
Oh!
Oh, I'm sorry...
I am so sorry, your Highness.
Good day, Lady Aeducan.
Home
Y-your Highness!
What a surprise!
I apologize if we are in your way.
Tapster's Tavern
Speak quickly.
I've no real quarrel with you.
Wasn't me that wanted you dead, but I know how you can find the one who does.
Never found out.
Got the feeling the man I spoke to was doing someone else's bidding too.
I have some directions written down on how to get to the house.
It's in Denerim.
Here... it's the best I can do.
What's his name?
Your life for information then.
Don't just stop there.
Tell us.
Thank you.
Now leave.
I never want to see you again.
I think we should just kill him, just to be safe.
Yes, go.
Be grateful for your life.
Get lost, before we change our minds.
Don't worry.
I'll not trouble you no more.
But she said I could...
Leliana's wrong. <act>Kill him.</act>
Oh, fine.
Run along then.
Sorry, time to die. <act>Kill him.</act>
<desc>Gasps</desc>
It's Marjolaine... it has to be.
Maybe someone saw me... maybe she's finally found me and wants to finish what she started.
I thought the same.
The Orlesians would not hire mercenaries.
They would come after me themselves.
No, if anyone, it is Marjolaine.
Why now?
I thought you had escaped from her.
Or maybe the Orlesians.
What do you wish to do?
We should go to Denerim, to confront her.
Don't worry.
I won't let anyone harm you.
She needs to answer for what she's done to me.
If we are ever in Denerim, I would like to seek her out.
Perhaps it's time to settle this score for good.
We'll go as soon as possible.
We will see.
We may not have time to spare.
There are more important things to attend to than this.
All right.
I doubt it will take long.
I suppose I can go on my own, once we go our separate ways.
I think I have been running for too long.
Hmm?
Flowers?
Uh, thank you.
They're... very pretty.
These were... these were her favorite... oh, I haven't seen these in such a long time!
They smell just like Mother used to.
Smell them.
These are your mother's flowers, aren't they?
Don't you recognize them?
Thank you... thank you so much for remembering.
Patron
<emp>Find out what Beraht wants you to do</emp>
You work for the crime lord, Beraht, as one of his enforcers.
He has a task for you to carry out today.
Leske, who is waiting outside, will inform you of the details.
Beraht's Favor
<emp>Report to Beraht</emp>
You killed Oskias and you're quite certain he regrets his actions.
Retrieve the lyrium Oskias stole and return to Beraht at his shop in the Commons.
There are many rumors about spies, Orlesian or otherwise.
What are you referring to, exactly?
So you don't trust me then?
You think I'm going to turn on you?
Is this what you're trying to say?
I have heard some rumors about Orlesian spies.
They say you will do almost anything to achieve your goals.
Something I heard that made spies seem... dangerous.
That you're pretty despicable, and can't be trusted?
I admit I have done many despicable things in my lifetime.
I do what I have to do.
So do you.
So does everybody.
Sometimes we must do terrible things to get what we want.
If it is any consolation I always tried to use non-violent means to achieve my ends.
<emp>Report to Beraht</emp>
You spared Oskias's life, but warned him never to come back to Orzammar.
You're sure he's learned his lesson for the day.
It's time to return to Beraht.
His shop is in the Commons.
What sorts of non-violent means?
It often takes more effort though.
It gives you an element of danger.
It's attractive.
Some bards rely on torture to get what they want.
It works effectively, as many will bend under the threat of bodily harm.
But there are better ways, more subtle and kind.
You will be surprised how easily a person will open up to you even if all you offer is a listening ear.
That's good to hear.
People respond eagerly to others who they believe understand them.
They seek approval, friendship... sometimes love.
This can be exploited.
You don't think it is?
I took what I wanted from them, leaving them none the wiser, and unharmed.
It is a game, one that can be won with little bloodshed if one plays well.
You must always use the resources available to you, no?
Not to do so is a waste.
I do not believe what I did was particularly villainous.
And this is better than violence?
You manipulated people!
Tricked them!
You... you thought it was a game?
How do you live with yourself?
That is what they all say.
I suppose we will never know, will we?
I'm certainly not going to test you.
I seem to be resisting you.
Good, let's keep our relationship professional.
Ha!
That would be a something to see.
He thinks he'll charm me!
I didn't say that.
I did say it would be a something to see, didn't I?
What if I decided to use my charms on you instead?
What?
Don't you find me attractive?
Hee!
Silly boy.
That was so clunky.
Awkward.
Try again.
I know you want me, Leliana.
I suppose I'd be a complete failure at it.
You're an interesting person... sometimes I don't know what to make of you, but...
I like it.
Oh, never mind. 
<desc>Laughs</desc> Maybe... you're a tricky one.
But I made you laugh!
You think it's cute.
Ah, no... don't say that.
I'm sure you'll be just fine.
If it will make you feel better, I can fake being charmed.
I'd hate for you to have to fake anything with me.
Ooh, very clever.
I see what you did there.
No, that's all right.
I want you to like me for myself.
You don't have to worry about that.
Since we are relying on each other, we should not have a relationship based on insincerity, yes?
That would be foolish.
Of course, of course.
I was just speaking hypothetically.
Where's the fun in that?
Right.
I want there to be trust between us.
You could try to charm me, sincerely.
Alas.
I cannot partake in this "fun." The Chantry frowns on "fun." Of all kinds, especially the best kinds.
And there is.
I trust you... and I hope the feeling is mutual.
All right, when I feel the urge to charm you, I promise it shall be with an open and honest heart.
Andraste's Ashes, how she lies!
I have seen the looks you give to Alistair--the downcast eyes, the coy smiles...
Oh, no...don't try to protest.
I know how a woman tries to snare a man.
Maybe it is subconscious, but you do it.
I could never do that.
Thank you.
I...
I suppose that is a compliment, though I do not want to be a person others think of as dangerous.
I don't like hurting others and even back in Orlais, I would try to use non-violent means to achieve my ends.
It is a game everyone plays, even if they do it unconsciously.
Women are just better at it.
I miss Val Royeaux.
Unlike other cities, where the people are the life-blood and the character, Val Royeaux was her own person, and her people little more than decorations.
Do you miss anything about Orlais?
There was always music in Val Royeaux, streaming from the many windows--quiet refrains and triumphant choruses...
And always, floating above that all, the Chant, coming from the Grand Cathedral.
It was magnificent.
Commons Guard
Proving Guard
If you get the chance, you should see it, at least Val Royeaux.
Of course, there are good things and bad things about Orlais, like anywhere else.
Sometimes I miss it dearly, and sometimes I am glad I am rid of it.
And you will laugh at this but I miss the fine things I had in Orlais.
It sounds wonderful.
Denerim is just as magnificent.
Orzammar is magnificent too.
I've never been to Orlais.
Oh, it would take me a day or two to talk about the many splendors of Orlais--her golden fields, her lush meadows...
<emp>Make sure Everd wins the Provings</emp>
The Warrior Caste is hosting a Proving today.
Beraht has lots of coin riding on the young fighter Everd and wants you to make sure he wins.
Beraht gave you a drug to use on Mainar, Everd's opponent.
Proving Loyalties
Yes, I'm sure it is, but every city has a different personality.
It is hard to describe.
You have to be there.
What sorts of things?
It must have been a big change, moving to Lothering.
Do you not have fine things now?
Dresses... fine dresses and furs.
And shoes, of course.
One can't mingle with nobility with bad shoes, you see.
Orlais is very fashionable.
Almost ridiculously so.
Ahh... but the shoes.
Living with those ridiculous trends was worth it for the shoes.
I left behind much, leaving Orlais.
But there is more to life than dresses and furs.
It is sad that many have lost sight of this.
Oh, I love shoes!
What's so special about shoes?
You can get nice shoes in Denerim.
Were they ridiculous shoes?
When I left Orlais, the fashion was shoes with delicate, tapered heels and embellishments in the front--a ribbon perhaps, or embroidery.
In soft colors of course; it was spring.
I had my eye on a pair my shoemaker was working on.
It was covered in pale blue silk, with amber beads on the toe.
Sometimes.
About ten years ago all the ladies went mad for shoes with soles as large--and heavy--as bricks.
But it isn't always that silly.
You've lost me.
Oh, that sounds so lovely.
<desc>Giggles</desc> Never mind.
I just have a weakness for pretty shoes... it is so frivolous of me, I know.
The shoes made in Orlais were exquisite.
Not at all like these clunky fur-lined leather boots you have in Ferelden.
Ugh... just look at them.
I wouldn't want to run in it, or have to enter battle, but for lounging in a lady's sitting room?
Perfect.
Wouldn't that be hard to walk in?
Yes... well, a fair amount.
It is so frivolous and wasteful, I know, but I have such a weakness for lovely shoes.
Must have cost a lot of gold.
They're sturdy shoes, but sometimes, a girl just wants to have pretty feet.
Well, they're... they're shoes.
They're pretty.
Some of them anyway.
Perhaps...
Fereldan folk are so much more...practical.
I don't see them making use of something simply for its looks.
I know, right?
So ugly and shapeless.
They're comfortable.
At least they keep the cold out.
<emp>Make sure Everd wins the Provings</emp>
You found Everd, unconscious and too drunk even to stand.
You are going to enter the Provings in his place.
But first, you need to find some way into Mainar's quarters to poison his water basin.
<emp>Make sure Everd wins the Provings</emp>
You found Everd, unconscious and too drunk even to stand.
You are going to enter the Provings in his place.
Leske is going to put the drug in Mainar's water; you just need to find a way to distract Mainar.
<emp>Make sure Everd wins the Provings</emp>
You found Everd, unconscious and too drunk even to stand.
You are going to enter the Provings in his place.
You've also decided not to drug Mainar.
If you are going to win, you'll win by skill alone.
<emp>Make sure Everd wins the Provings</emp>
You have managed to drug Mainar.
It's time to put on Everd's armor and win the Provings.
Mainar's Water Basin
You've seen... and touched, Andraste's Ashes.
They are the holiest thing on this earth--the remains of the Maker's Chosen.
It is quite remarkable, yes.
They're just the ashes of some woman.
I do not know if I am worthy to look upon Her.
Maybe it is belief and faith that imbues them with their power... or just maybe Andraste really was blessed by Him.
I know... it seems almost irreverent to use Her as a... curative.
And it is also a tiny bit morbid.
I would not have disturbed them but for the arl's sake.
How can something so mundane have power?
Adalbo
Lenka
Why shouldn't I?
I don't understand.
Oh, I see what you are asking.
If the Maker has not truly abandoned us, why would Andraste need to intercede with the Maker on our behalf?
I have never thought of this...
I...
I revere Her because She is the Maker's Divine Bride.
I do not have any other explanation.
Why do you even revere Andraste?
We don't need Andraste if the Maker speaks to you.
Make up your mind, you can't have both.
We should get this to the arl as soon as possible.
Why?
If the Maker has not abandoned us, does that make it necessarily true that Andraste was nothing?
I know it sounds irrational, but faith is irrational.
If we knew the truth, it would be fact and irrefutable.
But we do not, so all we can do is believe.
You are right.
Arl Eamon is running out of time as we speak.
It makes Her begging the Maker to return completely absurd.
At best, She was nothing.
At worst, a liar.
I guess I should not question your beliefs.
You should examine your beliefs.
All right.
We should get moving anyway.
Do you want to win or lose this fight?
Win!
I'm awesome!
Lose!
I suck!
I have heard much about the halls of the dwarven kings, but the stories do it no justice.
It is so strange--harsh, yet beautiful.
And have you seen those tiny pig-like burrowing animals?
They are adorable.
I wish I could have one as a pet.
It's too stony for me.
I don't really like being in caves.
It's unsafe.
But that is part of its beauty... it is so different.
I love it.
The dwarves have lived here for thousands of years.
I'm sure it is perfectly safe.
Yes, it is very grand.
Your clothes are so fancy.
Did you get them topside?
My mam used to say they don't got no stone to protect them topside.
If I go up there, I'm a-gonna fall into the sky.
No, that doesn't happen.
You just have to hold on real tight with your feet.
She was right.
Better not go up there.
I'm asking the questions here.
I'm <FirstName/>, pleased to meet you.
Yes... when my da left, he never came back.
Who's to say he didn't fall up, eh?
Don't fall into the sky when you go back up there!
Do you know anything about the small rodents down here?
Captured
Nugs?
Yes.
They don't got much meat on them, but down here, you can't be picky.
Better than nothing.
What for?
You going to cook him up yourself?
Yeah, I can find a nug for you.
Could even get one from outside the city.
Those ones in the deeps don't eat as much garbage.
Real silver, huh?
I'll get you a big one for that.
Give me some time.
I'll hunt him down for you.
Don't know.
It depends on how big a one I catch.
Nuggets?
Lots of people sell them, here in Dust Town.
Could you catch one for me?
My friend would like one as a pet.
Twenty silver.
I'll decide when you bring it.
How much do you want?
Stop asking questions and do as I say.
I'll pay you to get me one.
How would I get one of those?
No, I want a live nug.
Thank you, I'll go look.
That's very interesting, but I need to go.
Yes?
Why's someone like you hanging about Dust Town so much?
I got him.
He's all squirmy, but he's a big fellow.
I knew you'd be good on your word.
Nice doing business.
You said you would pay me!
Very well, here's twenty silver.
Excellent, now off with you.
I did?
I must have lied.
Oh, right, here's twenty silver for you.
Here's forty silver.
Look after yourself.
But...
I could've lived off that fellow for a whole week!
I went down beyond the mines to get him for you!
Begone, you pest, before I smack you.
Not my problem.
Fine.
Here's five silver.
But... but you said... ah, blast it!
Blast all you fancy folk!
Thank you, thank you...
Forty silver?
Real silver?
I...
I could buy something proper with that.
A good meal... maybe a real blanket!
Oh!
It's one of those subterranean bunny-pigs!
Ohhh, look at him!
Come here, you...
He's probably just hungry.
Oooh, he's snuffling me!
Snuffle, snuffle! <desc>Happy squeal</desc>
Thank you so much.
You've made my day.
He just needs a bath.
Don't listen to the mean lady; you're not dirty.
He just needs a bath.
Don't listen to the mean man; you're not dirty.
Careful, he nips.
I can't believe you wanted this dirty animal.
He's pretty cute.
Have fun.
Ah, Denerim... if we have time, I would like to look for Marjolaine.
We have a score to settle.
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Oh, hello... is there something you wanted to talk about?
It's... it's nothing.
I'm fine.
I'm just thinking.
I'd like to talk about what happened today.
You just look a little distracted.
He told us he'd been putting together a side deal for lyrium, but he'd already sold it.
No, I thought you looked like you wanted to talk, though.
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What are you doing here?
You should be getting ready for your wedding!
Did you now?
Well, there isn't much time for stories.
A couple of weddings are starting soon.
Yes, we old men are doing our best to keep you kids in the dark.
Go get married already!
I believe they are& though they're probably not exactly the way the elders describe.
If you want to hear more, we'll go for some ale after you're married.
Now get going!
What are you wasting those moments in here for?
Shoo!
Nothing right now--I have to prepare for the wedding, too!
Now shoo!
Of course I'll be there.
Now shoo!
You should talk to the elder.
Something big is stirring.
I wish there was more I could have done to help.
Don't take your anger out on me, lad.
Attacking armed guards barehanded wasn't going to save your betrothed.
I'm not sure what you're trying to accomplish, angering the few friends we have in this city.
It's all right.
We're all on edge.
Aren't there more important things on your mind?
Truthfully, I don't know much about the Dalish, except that they aren't a myth.
When I was a boy, my family fled the slavery of my homeland.
The Dalish saved my life on that journey.
They appeared as if by magic, emerging from the woods and making quick work of bandits that attacked the caravan.
Don't harbor any romantic images about the Dalish.
They looked like vagabonds, dirty and unkempt.
Scary lot.
After driving the bandits away, they raided the caravan for supplies.
When they saw I was an elf, they left my belongings alone.
They're savages, lads.
Everything worth fighting for is right here.
You know weapons are banned in the Alienage.
Even possessing one is punishable by...
Look, be careful out there.
That's all I'm saying.
It still hurts to stand by and do nothing.
I was just leaving.
I wanted to ask you about the Dalish. 
Typical.
Trying to hide the truth from us.
Just tell me: Are the Dalish real?
I get the point.
Let's talk later.
Hey, let me enjoy my last moments of freedom.
I'm just making sure you're attending.
Well, standing there doing nothing was sure useful.
Words of a coward.
I know.
I'm sorry. 
Can I talk to you about the Dalish?
Yes.
I should get going.
You're right.
I don't know where my head was.
This may be the last chance I get.
Thanks for the story.
I should go now.
Imagine living free like that...
Do you have any weapons or supplies?
Well put.
We're going to go fight for it.
If this goes badly, we may need somewhere to go.
There's nothing anyone could have done.
Ma'am?
Spare a coin for a man who was ruined trying to help his family?
Such attitude.
You may as well be human!
Children today...
That's cruel, Cousin!
Here you go.
Thank you, young man.
Thank you.
Is it now?
Well, then give me a smile, I'll give you my blessing, and we'll call it gift enough.
May the Maker's eyes look down with love on your day.
I worked on the docks, living day to day, never knowing if my family would go hungry...
The humans always left us the dangerous work in the high beams of the warehouses, or in the water.
I was rigged up, cleaning the side of a ship, when it drifted against another and my legs were crushed between.
The human foreman had me hauled out and dumped in an alley.
My sons didn't find me until day's end.
So now I live on the charity of those who don't even have enough for themselves.
My lord?
Can you spare a coin for a man down on his luck?
Dirty rotten children.
A blessing on you today, child.
It's a terrible shame.
Awful.
Go crawl off and die somewhere.
It's my wedding day. <emp>You</emp> should be giving <emp>me</emp> gifts.
The last thing I need is a beggar's blessing.
I'll give you a boot to the backside.
Of course.
Be well.
Here you go. <act>Give one bit</act>
Tell me your story.
That's terrible!
You're pathetic.
Rent yourself out as a table or something.
That's a sad story, but not worth a coin.
Hey, you're going to be late for your own wedding!
You are, too!
I saw the flowers and the pretty clothes and everything!
The bride is supposed to be pretty and caring <desc>laughs</desc> and <emp>definitely</emp> not late!
Only humans don't care about being respectful!
Father said it this morning when my brothers didn't want to get out of bed.
He said they were acting like lazy humans.
Well, there aren't any humans here, so I'll say what I want!
I guess.
They're pretty lazy.
The groom is supposed to be handsome and caring and <desc>laughs</desc> <emp>definitely</emp> not late!
You'd better not be.
What if you're wrong? <desc>Laughs</desc> How terrible that would be.
I wish I was getting married... <desc>Laughs</desc>
I'm not getting married.
Watch where you say that.
Sure, kid.
Get lost, will you?
It's dangerous to say such things.
I'm sure your brothers aren't that bad. 
Your father was right to scold them.
Where did you hear that?
I'm not going to be late. 
Don't worry, it won't start without me.
Oh, your last moments of freedom.
Enjoy them!
Why aren't you getting ready?
Did you see those drunks?
Any excuse, I suppose.
Ah, weddings.
How can you not love them?
You're going to love the present I got you!
A double wedding.
How fun!
I wish I was getting married, too!
Don't be nervous; it only hurts for a few dozen years! <desc>Laughs</desc>
It would have been nice if they'd let you have the wedding in the Chantry.
Aren't you the lucky one?
It looks like your father spared no expense.
Congratulations on the day!
Don't go do anything rash.
What, are you surprised?
This is the world, sad to say.
Shocking behavior, even for humans.
I'm sorry.
I wish there was something I could've done.
You shouldn't have made them angry before.
The world will look better tomorrow.
You'll see.
Somebody should make a complaint...
I'm sure the women will be all right...
It's not the first time this sort of thing happened.
It won't be the last, either.
They aren't men; they're animals!
Typical humans.
What are we gonna do?
I hope this doesn't go poorly.
Do you even know how to use that weapon you're carrying?
I don't think this is such a good idea.
Make sure nobody sees you.
It's time we stood up for ourselves.
What's this?
I don't recognize you, elf!
Wait... is that blood?
You're bandits!
Rebels!
Outlaws!
The guards will make quick work of--<desc>unnngghhh</desc>.
You've no idea how long that shem's had it coming.
Thanks, but no thanks.
They'll blame this one on you, and I'm not pressing my luck fighting the guards.
Sticks and stones, friend.
You should hurry if you want to help those poor girls they dragged to Lord Vaughan's quarters.
He has little respect for women... or elves.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm getting out of here before the storm hits.
What?
No, he'll live.
Just a little rap on the head.
Look, you'll have to do a lot worse than that if you're going to make it out of here in one piece.
Well, good luck to you.
I'm Adwen, the cook's assistant.
You're one of the girls they brought in, aren't you?
Don't talk to me like that, scum, or I'll have the life beaten out of you!
You understand?
Wait, why are you dressed like that?
New servants?
The last thing this kitchen needs is more disgusting elves stealing silver and spreading their diseases everywhere.
Wait, why are you dressed like that?
Where are our women?
Come with us.
We could use another hand. 
I understand.
Get somewhere safe.
That was murder!
We'll do what we can.
Maybe you're right.
Come with us and fight.
Have you seen a group of elven maidens?
I'm <FirstName/>.
This is Soris.
I'm here to kill Lord Vaughan.
Just passing through.
Don't mind us.
We're new servants.
Well, it's the lucky groom himself.
Hello, dear.
Now, love.
He probably doesn't remember us.
Oh, of course.
I'm Dilwyn, and this is Gethon.
We were friends of your mother's.
We haven't seen much of you since she... well...
Of course.
It was good to see you.
Good luck.
Your father still doesn't speak of her, does he?
Adaia was beautiful and full of life.
And a bit wild.
She wanted you more than anything.
It's sad she never got to see you all grown up.
We just wanted to see you today and express our good wishes.
Then we'll let you be on your way.
Ha!
Truly your mother's child.
Well, we'll see if you feel the same tomorrow.
Be well.
It means the world to us to see you happy.
We've saved a bit of money for this day.
We'd... we'd like you to have it to help start your new life.
Please, we want you to have it.
Very well.
Good luck in your new life.
Are you nuts?
Take it.
When are you going to get this much money again?
No, he wouldn't, I suppose.
We all did.
Well, it's the lucky grooms themselves.
Hello Soris.
Hello, dear.
Well, it's the lucky bride herself.
Hello, dear. 
Now, love.
She probably doesn't remember us.
Good luck to you today.
That Vaughan is lower than a dog.
Don't hesitate to do what's right if you get the chance.
Maybe this will be for the best.
Fascinating, but I've got to go.
What can you tell me about my mother?
I'm not interested in your wishes, good or otherwise.
I'm <emp>not</emp> getting married.
Any friend of my mother's is a friend of mine.
I can't accept this.
I don't take charity.
End of story.
Very well.
For you.
Thank you.
I'll take it.
I'm honored.
Thank you.
That's very generous of you.
Thank you. 
Father never mentioned you.
Father really loved her.
Hello, there.
Congratulations on the big day!
Have you seen Soris?
Well, if you see him, ask him to come by and say hello, will you?
Any luck finding Soris?
Well, I'm sure he's around somewhere.
It's his big day, too.
There's the man of the hour.
How are you, Soris?
I'm well.
Have you met my cousin?
He's getting married today, too.
Not formally, no.
Blessings to both of you lucky grooms.
I'm afraid he's right.
It was good to see you, though. 
There is something you should know, Soris.
My brothers won't be coming.
They... left to find the Dalish, you see.
Very well.
Taeodor, we'll catch up later.
They're elves who supposedly live free, wandering the forests.
I don't think they really exist, though.
Well, my brothers certainly believe they do.
Even Alarith swears that Dalish elves saved him on his way to Denerim. <desc>Scoffs</desc> Nonsense.
I hope so.
I should go.
Best wishes to you both.
Taeodor, it was great seeing you.
I'm sure your brothers will show up in a few days, embarrassed and hungry.
I agree.
The king wouldn't allow elves to just run free through his woods.
Indeed.
He told my brothers that, when he was fleeing his homeland, he found the Dalish--or they found him.
I don't really remember. 
Well, I wouldn't worry about it.
They were probably just taken in by another old story.
I'm afraid she's right.
It was good to see you, though.
True enough.
Still, better to be married and have a real life than to remain a child.
I'm well.
This is my cousin, the bride.
The other bride... not <emp>my</emp> bride!
We've met on occasion.
Blessings on the day, both of you.
I'm looking for him, myself.
Not today. 
If I see him, I'll let you know.
Not yet. 
Look, we're in a bit of a rush.
That's great.
We need to go, Soris.
The Dalish elves?
Really?
Enough of this.
Soris, can we go?
I see no reason why they shouldn't exist.
That sounds ridiculous.
Alarith?
The shopkeeper?
You mean the elves who still live in the woods?
I don't think Soris considers himself lucky.
Poor Soris isn't feeling very blessed.
Good... <desc>hiccups</desc> good afternoon, my friend.
What's the good word?
Oh... oh!
Um... w-we, uh... thought that, um...
We thought cash would be better.
Spends easier!
Right.
Right!
Yeah, we gathered up... uh... thirty bits!
That's a pretty good... wedding present for anyone.
That it is.
Much better than a present, yes?
Good enough.
Back to celebrating!
You is quite welcome.
Hooray for the groom!
You is quite welcome.
Hooray for the bride!
But we was thinking you'd give ten bits back to buy us some drinks&
That's right!
We got to drink to your happiness!
It's only polite, after all.
You gotta live a little, you grumpy... sourpuss.
Sourpuss... <desc>Laughs</desc>
Oh, you're right.
Don't mind us.
We're a bit tipsy.
Here's ten bits to top it off.
Now, you go celebrate your big day and we'll do the same!
Big day... lots of celebrating...
It's a wedding, isn't it?
<desc>Cheering</desc>
Well, hello.
Aren't you a sight for sore eyes?
Did you see that human scum lurking over there?
Damn flat ear.
Probably just waiting around till we're not looking then... !
I got half a mind to go show him what part of town this is.
Well... we're a bit busy right now.
But we will!
We will, just give us some time to...
To prepare! 
Exactly.
Now where's that other bottle?
You go show him what for!
Yes!
We'll be right here if you need backup!
You show them who we are.
Just doing the rounds, collecting wedding presents.
It'll do, I guess.
Absolutely.
Thanks, boys.
Well, forty bits is more traditional...
That's right.
Drink up, boys!
Worthless drunks.
Thanks, I suppose.
Glad to see you're celebrating!
You're drunk!
Do it.
Show that human who's boss.
Don't worry.
Soris and I will take care of it.
Good day.
I understand congratulations are in order for your impending wedding.
What manner of unpleasantness might you be referring to?
Err... that's not what my friend meant to say.
It just might be easier for everyone if you moved along.
I'm sorry, but I have no intention of leaving.
Surely it has not escaped your notice that I am both armed and armored.
Any fight between us would be rather one-sided.
Not unless I'm left without a choice.
Try not to die; I'll run for help!
No need, I am not here to fight you.
Still, I find such bravery most impressive... do you not agree, Valendrian?
It is good to see you again, my old friend.
It has been far too long.
May I present Duncan, head of the Grey Wardens in Ferelden.
The Grey Wardens are deserving of respect, no matter who wears their crest.
But my question remains unanswered.
Why are you here, Duncan?
The worst has happened: a Blight has begun.
King Cailan summons the Grey Wardens to Ostagar to fight the darkspawn horde alongside his armies.
Yes...
I had heard the news.
Still, this is an awkward time.
There is to be a wedding--two, in fact.
So I see.
By all means, attend to your ceremonies.
My concerns can wait, for now.
Very well.
Children, treat Duncan as my guest.
And for the Maker's sake, take your places!
Please, do not let me interrupt further.
We shall speak more later.
By all means. 
My best wishes to you both.
All in good time.
I suggest you have your celebration while you can.
Valendrian and I have known each other for almost twenty years... since the time I tried to recruit your mother, in fact.
I did.
Your mother was a fiery woman.
She would have made an excellent Grey Warden.
I never made the offer.
Valendrian convinced me that it was better for her to remain here with her family.
As there was no Blight and thus no immediate need for recruits, I deferred to his wishes.
But it seems she passed her training on to you, am I right?
Worry not, lad.
You do not have to trust me, in fact.
I have already heard a great deal about you, if you must know.
But we can speak more of this later.
You have a wedding to attend.
Worry not, dear girl.
You do not have to trust me, in fact.
What would you like to know?
In fact, some of our greatest heroes have been elven.
The Warden Garahel, he that slew the last archdemon, was such a one.
I could tell you a great deal more about them... but I suspect you've other things to do at the moment.
We dedicate our lives to fighting darkspawn wherever they appear, doing whatever it takes to stop them.
It is our only charge.
And you, lad. 
And you, dear girl.
I was hardly forthcoming, and for that I apologize.
Ah, the diplomat comes out.
It seems your temper isn't as fiery as I've been led to believe.
What do you say, Valendrian?
I would say the world has far more use of those who know how to stay their blades.
And I refuse, yet again.
Now what?
She keeps her composure, even when facing down an unknown and armed human.
A true gift, wouldn't you say, Valendrian?
He keeps his composure, even when facing down an unknown and armed human.
A true gift, wouldn't you say, Valendrian?
Thank you, Soris, but I want to hear what he has to say.
Thank you, Soris, but I want to hear what she has to say.
Are you threatening me?
That may be, but I'll point out it <emp>is</emp> being held in public.
I apologize if my presence has caused a stir.
I do.
I believe, however, that I may have already found what I was seeking.
Was there something else?
Then allow me to offer my best wishes on your wedding.
Are you prepared for what you're about to do?
You must tame your rage.
An enraged fighter makes mistakes, perhaps fatal ones.
Clarity of thought is the path to victory.
If my advice is unwanted, why are you still here?
Then I wish you good luck.
Anything I can answer, I shall.
To find recruits.
I had hoped to speak to you, but your elder outmaneuvered me.
I suspect this is why your wedding was moved forward: in hopes that I might let you remain.
Valendrian did the same thing when I came to recruit your mother.
See to the task at hand.
We can speak of your future later.
His father is a decent enough man but no friend to the Grey Wardens.
Rumors say Vaughan is far too wild, and a poor heir.
I have seen the lad in tournaments and he does know his way with a blade.
I doubt he had ever seen real combat, however.
I doubt that.
If something happens to Vaughan, dire consequences are likely.
If I have assisted you, then I am pleased.
Clear your mind.
Calm warriors navigate paths that the emotional cannot.
And I am glad to hear it.
Is there anything else I can do?
Then finish your business; we've not much time.
Good.
Then we leave for Ostagar immediately.
Thanks, but please go.
I'd rather avoid any unpleasantness.
Then leave, or we make you leave.
Right.
What he said.
Then let's start with your thrashing...
Do you intend on using that weapon?
Then let's see just how good you are with it.
And why should I care?
Never mind.
We should get going.
Why are you here?
Are you recruiting?
How do you know the elder?
You tried recruiting my mother?
Well, we should get going.
But she didn't join.
How did you know that?
So what happened?
I'm curious about the Grey Wardens.
Are there elven Grey Wardens?
What exactly do Grey Wardens do?
He's still a human.
He shouldn't be here.
Why would a Grey Warden come here?
Well met, Duncan.
Any friend of the elder is welcome here.
I'm sorry.
I had no idea...
You know this human, Elder?
You're not staying, armed or not.
I'm no stranger to battle.
Bring it on.
I will ask once more, politely.
Please leave.
I'm not backing down.
This is no place for you.
Fine.
Maybe we can compromise.
Don't speak for me, Soris.
The kind involving our boots in your backside.
Let's talk about your impending beating.
You're not wanted here.
This is a private ceremony.
Apology not accepted.
Leave... or else.
Whatever you're looking for, look elsewhere.
No, just offering greetings.
I'm angry and murderous--how's that?
Spare me your stale wisdom.
Actually, I should be going.
Will you tell me now why you came here?
So are you going to recruit me or not?
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Do you know anything about Vaughan?
How is he in a fight?
His father won't miss him, then.
I'll remember that. 
I don't know.
I'm... confused.
I think so, but I have questions.
Nothing right now.
Please, all of you, listen.
I know you are upset, and with good reason... but there is nothing we can do right now.
He's right.
Running after them will just make matters worse.
So we do nothing?!
They took my sister!
Normally, I'd counsel patience.
Unfortunately, stories about the arl's son and his appetites are... most disturbing.
Last year, the blacksmith's daughter worked as a chambermaid at the arl's palace.
Local children found her washed up under the dock.
She'd been... well...
Vaughan had his way with her.
The servants all said that Vaughan had his men to bring her to his chambers.
When he was done with the girl, she was killed and disposed of.
The garrison said she died later, but we all knew better.
Vaughan has never been so bold, but with Arl Urien away, who knows what he thinks he can get away with?
He's right.
If the arl's son wants them dead, they're dead.
If not, they'll be back by morning and life will go on.
No!
Not this time.
We must do something!
Elder, may I offer a suggestion?
I work inside the palace.
I could sneak one, perhaps two others in through the servant's entrance.
Nobody will notice an extra pair of elves looking around.
For that, you will need weapons.
Allow me to offer you my own longsword and bow.
A man should be able to defend his loved ones properly.
Perhaps not.
But you'll do better if you don't have to resort to a simple club or knife and that's all you will find in the Alienage.
Then your path is set.
I pray the Maker looks on it with favor.
You're all insane!
The guards will burn our homes down around us!
Enough, Elva.
You've had your say.
They shall try, for their own honor and the honor of the women.
We must trust in the Maker.
I'll make sure the way is clear.
When you're ready, meet me at the Alienage gate.
I fear I cannot.
Trust me when I say my intervention would cause you more trouble than it would solve.
I'm with you, of course--but if we run into trouble, we won't be able to talk our way out of it.
But what can we do?
We're talking about the arl's <emp>palace</emp>.
Even with the arl and his knights gone, it'll be guarded.
They were taken to the arl's palace, I suspect.
You must hurry to the palace.
Maker watch over you both.
Mother Boann?
I'm afraid she became a bit uncomfortable after that fiend took the women.
A few of our drunken wedding guests started threatening her, as she was the only unarmed human around.
She's safe now, though.
You've always been so strong, such an amazing fighter.
I thought we might get you in the town guard or...<desc>Sigh</desc>
When Duncan sent word he was returning, looking for recruits...
I panicked.
To be a Grey Warden is a noble calling, but the path is lonely and painful.
I hope you understand I had your best interests in mind.
You've always been so clever, so resourceful.
I thought you might become a merchant or... <desc>Sigh</desc>
Don't let anger blind you.
Vaughan may have taken our women, yes, but Duncan offered you help.
People are more than just their appearance or ancestry.
Please, dear boy, this is no time to argue about such a thing.
You have very little time.
Their courage seemed to disappear when their target wasn't a defenseless woman.
You have returned.
Has Shianni been hurt?
Where is Tormey's daughter, Nola?
Nola didn't make it.
She resisted, and...
... they killed her.
I see.
Would you ladies please take Shianni home?
She needs rest.
Now tell me: what happened?
And the arl's son?
Does he live?
Maker preserve us all.
Then the garrison could already be on their way.
You have little time.
I might be able to help you, if that's truly your wish.
The guards are here!
Don't panic.
Let's see what comes of this.
I seek Valendrian, elder and administrator of the Alienage!
Here, Captain.
I take it you have come in response to today's disruption?
Don't play ignorant with me, elder.
You will not prevent justice from being done.
The arl's son lies dead in a river of blood that runs through the entire palace!
I need names, and I need them now!
I'm afraid I can't help you, Captain.
You know the tales they tell about the arl's son.
I'm sure you can guess what happened.
I know that no matter what happened, it has gone too far.
Your silence puts the entire Alienage at risk.
You there, Grey Warden!
Tell me what you know of this night's foul deeds.
I have nothing to say, captain.
Then I'll ask one more time.
If anyone here knows who murdered the arl's son, speak now and save yourself a lot more trouble.
Very well.
You leave me little choice...
No!
Stop!
He did it!
Him and Soris!
You two certainly match the descriptions we have.
Guards, disarm them!
These two will wait in the dungeons until the arl or king returns.
The rest of you, back to your houses!
Captain... a word, if you please.
What is it, Grey Warden?
The situation is well under control, as you can see.
Be that as it may, I hereby invoke the Grey Warden's Right of Conscription.
I remove this woman into my custody.
Then you will no doubt be executed.
For now, you're with me.
A better option, I'd think.
Son of a tied down-- Very well, Grey Warden; I cannot challenge your rights, but I'll ask one thing:
Get this elf out of the city. <emp>Today</emp>.
Now, I need to get my men on the streets before this news hits.
Move out!
You're with me now.
Say your goodbyes, and see me when you're ready.
We leave immediately.
Do not take long.
I agreed to have you out of the city forthwith.
You would prefer a swift execution?
I needed a Grey Warden and I found one.
That conscripting you saved your life is only circumstance.
Now quickly, say your goodbyes.
Your life here is over.
You did what you had to do to accomplish your mission.
We need people like you.
For the moment they are fine.
There are far more important matters arising that endanger more than just your people.
I did not do this for your benefit.
Very well.
This one will have to be enough.
Move out, men!
What about me?
Are you just leaving me to rot?
Please, don't leave me here...
Be that as it may, I hereby invoke the Grey Warden's Right of Conscription.
I remove this prisoner into my custody.
No!
Stop!
She did it!
Her and Soris!
You expect me to believe one man did all of that?
We are not all so helpless, Captain.
You save many by coming forward.
I don't envy your fate, but I applaud your courage.
This elf will wait in the dungeons until the arl returns.
The rest of you, back to your houses!
You expect me to believe one woman did all of that?
I don't envy your fate, but I admire your courage in stepping forward to save your kin.
Two elves attacked the arl's palace; they slaughtered guards and stole from his son.
Do so and you will put us all in danger!
Ahh, that it has come to this!
That will never work.
These are desperate folk who are easily intimidated.
Someone will eventually give you up.
I see.
Would the rest of you ladies please take Shianni home?
She needs rest.
Nelaros, too.
The guards killed him.
You have returned!
What news?
Is that... blood on your clothes?
But what about the women?
Are they...?
Then we were right to fear.
I wish we could have done more for them.
Did anyone see you? 
I'm afraid so.
We... need to get out of town for a while.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Thank the Maker they are safe.
Well, I guess Duncan got his recruit after all.
No, I guess you wouldn't be.
Young people never appreciate their roots until it's too late.
If you'll excuse me, I must tend to our people.
Goodbye, young one, and Maker keep you.
No?
Either way, it's out of my hands now.
You were the reason he came here.
Perhaps it's for the best.
He can't possibly think he'll get away with this!
We should go to the garrison for help!
Then the women are already dead.
If the women are there, it'll mean a fight.
We don't need any help from you, human.
You're a fighter, Duncan.
Why don't you come with us?
Thank you, Duncan.
We could be in and out before anyone knows the difference.
That would be incredibly dangerous.
Then we can only hope for the best. 
Then we riot!
Let's show them what we think!
We can't leave them in this human's filthy hands!
What kind of stories?
Then we need to do something. <emp>Now</emp>.
Where are the women now?
We should go after him!
We were just leaving.
Where did the priest go?
Why did you move my wedding forward?
It's all right, elder.
I understand.
I'm not sure I'd want to be a Grey Warden.
You're wrong, elder.
Humans are evil by nature.
I take it they didn't threaten Duncan?
Cowards.
I'll make the humans pay.
I'd rather not talk about it.
He's dead.
We had no choice.
Perhaps we should try to find the Dalish.
<act>Stay silent</act>
And if I don't want to be a Grey Warden?
But what's going to happen here?
You don't have to do this.
I'm safe, now.
I lose the... assets I just arranged?
I won't stand for it!
Hear that?
You can't touch me!
You can do that?
What?
What about Soris?
<act>Step forward</act> It was my doing.
<act>Step forward</act> It was Soris and me.
If they come for us, we'll fight them.
We may need to leave Denerim for a while.
We'll hide out here until things blow over.
I'm not sure what we should do.
Does it matter?
You saw what he did.
He didn't deserve to live.
Battle.
Glorious battle!
The arl's family just got a bit smaller.
Vaughan's dead.
Don't worry.
It's fine.
One of them is dead.
We'll have to wait and see on the rest.
They'll be all right.
Eventually.
We killed some guards, but had to get out.
The women are fine, but we couldn't free them.
I can't say I'm sad to leave this place.
It was not by my choice.
I look forward to being a Grey Warden.
So, you landed yourself a pretty little prize, did you? 
Excuse me if I don't congratulate you.
Wench.
Spoiled brat.
You.
Strutting around like you're the king of Ferelden...
Your father has the money to get you a great match.
Meanwhile, what did I get?
A fat, old man who smells like the docks and wouldn't know what to do with a woman even if he was sober.
You think you're better than me?
Well you're not!
I may have got a poor match, but at least I have some dignity.
Don't give me your pitiful reassurances!
You.
Strutting around like you're the queen of Ferelden...
Don't act like you care.
Of course <emp>you're</emp> happy.
So I see you got yourself a big handsome hulk of a husband.
Excuse me.
I'm terribly busy right now.
You're gonna bring the whole garrison down on us!
Then excuse me if I don't stay and talk.
What exactly is your problem?
Get out of my face.
So you're insane, I get it.
Well, life's like that sometimes.
What does that have to do with me?
No problem.
I'm happy enough for both of us.
Good morning, my son.
It's your big day!
Oh, I wish your mother could have been here!
I'm glad you're excited.
Maker, your mother would have been so much better at this than I.
I hope the match I've chosen brings you happiness.
Since Soris is without parents, his match will be whoever the elder could find...
Still not pleased, I can see.
Of course we can talk.
It's time for you to have your own life.
Unmarried, you're a child forever.
The dowry has been paid, the Chantry has issued the permit, and everything is ready.
All we need is you.
That's my girl; you'll be fine.
Think of this as a blessing, not an obligation.
You'll do well, son.
Think of this as a blessing, not an obligation.
<desc>Laughs</desc> I understand.
Before I met Adaia, I was ready to go hunt for the Dalish.
Just be glad I chose the match.
Without parents to represent you, children like your cousin Soris end up marrying whoever the elder can find.
What other prospects are there here?
Do you want to marry someone fifteen years your senior?
I thought not.
All right, time for you to go find Soris.
The sooner this wedding starts, the less chance you two have to escape.
Oh, one last thing before you go, son.
Your martial training... the swordplay, knives, and whatever else your mother trained you in.
Best not to mention it to your betrothed.
We don't want to seem like troublemakers, after all.
Adaia made that mistake.
Well, it's not exactly something that would have made it easy to find a match for you.
Oh, one last thing before you go, my dear.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Still have your mother's smart mouth, I see.
I don't know; I haven't met the girl.
You should go and see for yourself, if you're curious.
Nelaros?
He's from a good family in Highever, their youngest son.
He's an expert at the blacksmith's anvil from what I'm told.
And yes, he's very handsome.
I knew you'd ask, so I thought I'd save you the trouble. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
Nesiara?
She's from a good family in Highever, their eldest daughter.
She's a veritable genius at crafts, so I'm told.
And yes, she's quite pretty.
I knew you'd ask, so I thought I'd save you the trouble. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
There's a lot to arranging marriages.
Probably the biggest factor is deciding which spouse travels to which alienage.
One side gets new blood and a new face, and the other side loses a family member.
The dowry helps even things out.
Tradition, child.
With so little contact between alienages and so few chances to travel, you must trust your elders.
I'm sure they sent your betrothed early for good reason.
The elder took it in stride, at least.
Maybe trouble was brewing at the Highever Alienage.
Or the family didn't want your betrothed traveling later in the season.
Whatever the reason, I paid the dowry, the Chantry issued the permit, and everything worked out fine.
Ah, my little girl.
It's... the last day I'll be able to call you that.
Oh, I wish your mother could have been here!
Go on.
I'll be out in a little bit.
My son...
I don't know what to say.
So much like your mother.
Our hopes go with you.
May the Maker guide your heart and hand.
I wish I could tell you otherwise.
But, you and I both know this crime cannot be allowed.
Go now.
May the Maker watch over us all.
If... this is what the Maker has planned for you, then I guess it's for the best.
Your mother would've been pleased.
I suppose you do.
Take care, my son.
Be strong.
And wise.
And... well, you know.
We'll all miss you.
Take care, my girl.
Be safe.
And wise.
And... well, you know.
We'll all miss you.
I just wish there was another way.
I dreamed of grandchildren, family gatherings, and... <desc>Sigh</desc> I'm sorry.
This isn't helping.
Get going before I embarrass us both.
No time to talk, Father!
I'm getting married!
Could we talk about this arrangement?
Do I really have to get married?
Well, if that's the way it is, I guess I'm ready.
But I don't want to get married.
Instead, I have to marry who you say.
Great.
I want to see my betrothed, at least.
He'll find out sooner or later.
It's not that important, anyhow.
I take it you didn't say anything?
A small chance is still a chance.
Don't worry; It'll be fine.
So who did the elder find for him?
So tell me about my groom.
So tell me about my bride.
I appreciate your efforts.
You paid a dowry for my groom?
You paid a dowry for my bride?
Why can't I choose who I marry?
<desc>Groan</desc> Why today?
Just because my betrothed is early...
Don't say anything.
I'll be back before you know it.
I'm a man now.
You don't need to say anything.
Wish me luck.
Tell me I'm doing the right thing.
It's too late for talk now.
I have to go.
You're not pleased?
Stop it!
You're driving me insane!
All right, I call. 
Call.
Too rich for me.
You there, elf!
I need another drink.
Anyone else?
Sure, to celebrate taking all your money. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Stop counting and start shuffling.
What are you waiting for?
Get us those drinks!
I'll blacken your eye if you don't move your arse.
Why didn't you say so?
You better be, stupid dog.
Pour, already.
Don't give me your back-talk, knife-ear!
Pour and get out!
<desc>Ungh</desc> That's a nasty kick there.
Drink up boys; it'll put hair on your chest.
<desc>Coughs</desc> Nasty kick, indeed.
I feel like--
What's in here, you little... rat--
Nice work!
Now, let's go before anyone comes.
Good enough.
Now, out of my sight, or I'll beat you for fun.
Less talking, more serving.
It's about time!
Do you have our drinks?
Well go and get them!
Now!
Lazy dolt.
Where are you off to?
That's not the way to the kitchen.
There's no reserve that way, either.
Boys, I think we've got a spy.
Stupid elf.
Where did you get a weapon, elf?
Uh-oh...
You better talk quick, scum!
You maggots are gonna die slowly...
Is that so?
An unlikely story if I ever heard one.
Go on.
Get out of here.
Idiots. <act>Attack</act>
I have your drinks right here.
You wouldn't let me.
<act>Give brandy spiked with poison</act>
<act>Give brandy</act>
Would you prefer I pour, or answer?
I'll be right back, sers.
No, I believe I'll kill you all, instead. <act>Attack</act>
Sod it.
Die, human!<act>Attack</act>
There's no alcohol in there.
I'm checking the reserves.
Sorry, I got confused.
I was... er, he was...
Oh, sod it. <act>Attack.</act>
Get back to your game, and maybe you'll live.
I found it nearby.
I was bringing it to the armory.
Well, that's one less elf breeder in the world.
A shame, though.
Nice body on that one.
She's still warm.
How picky are you, anyway?
Shut it, you two.
We've got company.
You just walked into the wrong room.
You know how this works, boys.
No witnesses.
Many blessings, young one.
We hoped to stay for the celebration, but we must be off.
Goodbye, indeed.
The Ostagar ruins.
The army camp there is calling for laborers.
We wanted to look for work in Highever...
But that's just not possible.
Many thanks.
Again, blessings on your day.
All three of us in one room with your father, you, and your new husband?
Are you crazy?
What my husband means is, you're very generous, but... we don't need charity to solve our problems.
All three of us in one room with you, your father, and your new wife.
Are you crazy?
You're still a child.
You can't do anything.
Enjoy your special day, and put us out of your mind.
Moving to a different alienage isn't easy.
Travel and bribes cost money.
Humans are a suspicious lot.
I've heard the ones in Highever are worse than here.
The human who owns our building has decided to sell it for storage space.
We can't afford to live anywhere else here, so we're leaving Denerim.
I wish we could.
Please.
Leave us to our packing.
Wait... can I talk to you a moment?
I apologize for my parents.
They're too proud to accept help, much less ask for it.
And if we got another ten silvers, we could rent a house here.
Maybe one large enough to start a business.
But... that's just dream talk.
Nobody has that much money, and if they did, why would they give it to us?
Thank you so much!
How will I explain this to Father?
Really?
All right, if you think that will help.
Hello again.
Isn't your wedding soon?
Well, then.
My daughter?
So my daughter thinks we can't handle our own problems?
No, Father!
I just thought that-- 
Enough!
You've embarrassed us both.
Good day, young one.
I don't take advice from children, nor do I plan to split up my family.
Now excuse me...
You speak out of place, young one.
My family's business is none of yours.
Then it's ours to make.
Then tell whoever I should be speaking to not to send children to me.
That's... unusual.
I'm listening.
You're clearly wasting my time. 
I see.
He'd shelter and provide for my daughter?
I don't know.
What do you think, love?
Well, she'd be among family.
When we've made enough, we can return...
And you, child?
Your will, Father.
That's my girl.
Hmmm.
Very well, first she'll help us be away, then return to stay with your family.
Thank your father for me.
Does he?
And I'm supposed to trust some mysterious figure who sends messages through children?
Please, maybe we should just hear her out.
No!
We don't have time for games.
Please, maybe we should just hear him out.
Be quick.
We've packing to do.
Too bad for you.
Goodbye.
I understand.
Good luck.
Well, good luck on your trip.
You could stay at our place for a while.
Fine, have a proud death on the road.
Goodbye.
You should learn to let others help you.
Goodbye, then.
I understand.
Good luck to you.
Is there anything I can do to help?
You're not staying for my wedding?
Sure, but make it quick.
I wish I could help, but I'm busy. 
Maybe you should stay here.
Would some money help?
Someone must be willing to help.
Let's go back to the idea of you staying.
Maybe you're right.
It's a lost cause.
Here's three silvers.
Take it.
Go to Highever.
I suppose it is.
I wanted to talk to you about your daughter.
Uh... maybe not.
She asked me to help you.
Yes.
I think I have a way that she can stay here.
Fine, go die, then.
You're just going to let her become a camp follower?
You're making a mistake.
I'm not speaking for myself.
Actually, I'm just speaking for myself.
She should stay with my father.
Hmm.
Maybe not.
Well, I haven't asked him, but...
He would.
He prefers to remain anonymous.
Denerim: the largest city and capital of Ferelden.
Wham!
You're dead!
No fair!
He stopped me!
Hey, you stopped me!
That's all right.
Isn't it?
Huh?
Oh, yes.
Very good.
Hee-hee!
Mother says we're better off out of sight.
I didn't want to go to no stupid wedding, anyhow.
Heroes and Humans!
She made it up.
We each choose someone from the elder's stories and do furious battle.
I always win!
That's 'cause you cheat!
Do you know any stories about elven heroes?
You do?
Then back to Heroes and Humans!
Oh, what'd he do?
Did Blargha defeat monsters?
Hooray!
I'm going to be Blargha!
I want to be Blargha too!
Did Tathas steal from the humans?
Did Tathas ever get caught?
Hooray!
I'm going to be Tathas!
No, me!
A kingdom of just elves?
Did Korin defeat great enemies?
Hooray!
I'm going to be Korin!
No, I want to be Korin!
No fair.
She stopped me!
We're playing King Korin!
We're playing Tathas.
Sneak, sneak!
We're playing Blargha and the Evil Monsters!
My apologies.
Back to your game.
Aren't you going to the wedding?
Well, then back to your play.
What were you two playing?
Why humans?
Why not play as elves?
Sure, I know a story.
No...
I guess I don't.
Er, it's the story of Blargha, the mighty elven warrior.
Sorry, kids.
I don't have time for this right now.
He was the finest archer with perfect aim and amazing speed.
Certainly.
He thwarted seventeen evil human warlords!
Yes.
He destroyed evil spirits in the Tower of Dread!
Indeed.
He slew the evil fire dragon and the horror beast!
He roamed the land with his huge sword and trusty dog.
He fought evil with a giant battle axe.
Yes.
It's about...
Tathas, the sneaky elven bandit.
She stole from seven human kings and built a sky palace.
Yes.
When the people were in need, she turned herself in.
Nobody knows.
She just disappeared one day.
No.
Tathas retired and hid her gold all over the land.
She stole from the rich and gave to the poor.
Yes, she took back what the humans stole from her.
Uh, sure.
It's about Korin, the elven king.
Yes, but the humans never left them alone. 
He destroyed the giants of ash and the dark wolf lords.
He drove away all the humans in the land!
He defeated barbarians and giant ant people!
That's right.
Elves, living in peace. 
Elves and humans, living together in harmony.
Good point.
No, I don't.
Well, not off-hand...
You made it.
I sent word ahead to get the servant's entrance unlocked.
Hurry.
We can't risk someone noticing and locking the door.
I've got some things.
You can change on the way.
Put away those weapons and follow closely.
Try to look natural.
This is it.
There's a guard posted inside, but he's usually drunk or asleep.
Good luck.
Keep your wits about you.
I don't know.
They'll be "entertaining" Vaughan and his men, I imagine.
He might be in his quarters-- the north side of the palace.
Maybe, but don't think every elf you see is your friend.
Plenty of bootlicks would sound the alarm for a pat on the head. 
Shouldn't we find a change of clothes?
We're ready.
Where would they take the women?
All right.
We're ready.
Where do I find Vaughan?
Will we get any help in there?
It's a pair of grooms! <desc>Laughs</desc>
It's the bride and groom!
Well, not each other's, of course. <desc>Laughs</desc> More wine!
Hurry, hurry.
Vows to be said, drunk to be wine.
Get on with it!
Your father told us what happened.
Poor Soris...
That's awfully cold.
Maybe Soris wasn't the bravest man, but he gave his life to save mine.
Wait.
There's something I need to say first...
You've always been there for me, but what happened... was beyond what anyone could ever expect from another person.
When the world was at its worst, there you came--fire in your eyes, like something out of a storybook.
I'll never forget that.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I love you, Cousin.
Make us proud out there.
Silly man.
Then get going, already!
Silly woman.
Then get going, already!
Maker watch over you.
I'm... all right.
As far as the others know, Vaughan just roughed me up a bit.
I just don't want them treating me like some fragile doll.
I'll never forget what you two did for me.
You took all the responsibility for what happened.
You're amazing, you know that?
That's what you've always wanted.
Good for you.
There's something I have to say, though...
You always do.
They'll write legends about you someday.
We'll miss you.
Forget Soris.
We're still here; that's what matters.
Enough with the mushy stuff!
I love you too, Shianni.
How are you holding up?
He knew the risks when he came along.
I wish I could do something.
I got my reward.
I'm leaving this hole.
I have to leave soon. 
I just did what had to be done.
<desc>Mmph... mmwa...?</desc> What's going on?
That was cold, Cousin.
Uh... understood.
Well, this is the, uh, guard's corner.
The kennel and trophy room are southeast and Vaughan's chambers are northeast.
B-but I cooperated!
Don't kill me!
Please, wait! <desc>Ungghhh</desc>
Let's hope no one finds him before we leave.
Th-th-there aren't many on active duty.
Almost everyone went with the arl to Ostagar.
I, uh, think they're in a holding room, just west of here.
I don't recognize you.
When did...
Wait, are those wedding clothes?
Is that so?
Intruders!
A theme party.
Right.
Intruders!
Say no more.
The less I hear, the better I sleep at night.
Lord Vaughan's chambers are through the main hall to the left.
Now get out of here and let me sleep.
I don't recognize you.
When did you start?
<desc>Ungghhh.</desc>
Is that so?
Intruders!
Sound the alarm!
Someone would have told me, elf.
Intruders!
Well, they should've told me.
Get out of here and let me get some sleep.
Intruders!
Sound the alarm!
I don't know if I can do this, Cousin!
<desc>Mm... mph... mmmbmm!</desc>
I wanted you to be awake for this. <act>Kill the guard</act>
Answer our questions and we don't gut you.
Tell me about the castle's layout.
Thanks for the help.
Now it's time to shut you up.
I never promised anything. <act>Kill the guard</act>
We're not savages. <act>Knock the guard out.</act>
Tell me about the guards.
Vaughan brought some elf maidens here.
Where are they?
We're trying to find Lord Vaughan's quarters.
No, elves always dress like this.
Yes, Lord Vaughan's having a theme party...
Sod it. <act>Kill the guard</act>
We start tomorrow.
We're just anxious.
Last week.
Don't you remember?
This morning.
Someone else was posted here.
Well, if it isn't my lucky cousin.
Care to celebrate the end of our independence together?
Are you insane?
Where would you go?
Into the woods to live with the Dalish elves?
You're not thrilled? 
Apparently, your bride's a dream come true.
Mine sounds like a dying mouse.
<desc>Laughs</desc> That's terrible.
Let's go introduce you to your dreamy betrothed before you say "I do".
She's not ugly, exactly...
I don't know.
Maybe it's just nerves.
<emp>Especially</emp> in comparison to mine.
Great.
I'll spend the next fifty years with a "nice" girl who hides grain away for the winter...
Apparently, your groom's a dream come true.
My bride sounds like a dying mouse.
<emp>I'd</emp> trade for him.
Of course I'm right.
Besides, why would <emp>you</emp> run?
Remember your father's stories about happy wood elves, living far from humans?
Valendrian calls them "Dalish."
Hmm.
Not that we'd know where to find them.
Besides, why would <emp>you</emp> run?
That's easy for you to say.
Are you surprised?
You would be.
Nervous?
Uh, a bit.
The rest of my life is a long time.
Well, let's get this over with.
One minute, it's a simple ceremony.
The next, it's a double wedding spectacle.
Don't worry; the good part of arranged marriage is that she's stuck with you.
I'm joking!
It'll be fine.
That's impossible. 
Let's just talk to your betrothed and get the introductions over with.
Don't look now, but we have another problem.
Another human just walked in.
Could be one of Vaughan's or just a random troublemaker.
Either way, we need to move him along before someone does something stupid.
You really scare me sometimes, you know that?
You're insane!
Let's just try to handle this without everyone getting killed.
Good.
Let's just get him out of here.
I'm more worried about some of our boys.
Wine is flowing, and I don't think we want another incident.
Let's just move this human along and get to the wedding.
Huh?
Fine by me.
Not that much.
I expected a giant, bristling with weapons.
The elder said once that the Grey Wardens stopped a Blight: some huge invasion by evil things from darkness, blah, blah, blah.
You know how stories go.
Anyway, we should get this show going.
Of course, but to where?
We know nothing about living in the wilderness and have no money to get there.
Have you ever gone to Alarith's shop and heard his stories of running from his homeland?
Life's not perfect here, but at least we aren't slaves.
In somewhere called "Tevinter", I think...?
He came here when he was young and lost both parents and his brother on the way.
You should ask him about it sometime.
I think I'm coming to terms with it.
Maybe in time I'll learn to appreciate the ol' mouse.
Mother Boann, I assume.
No other priest would come down here.
I suppose we must.
I'm not sure...
Maybe we can ask her when she arrives.
Well, the humans choose and their marriages don't seem any happier.
Maybe it's wise to let the elders decide.
I'm trying not to.
You handled him well, but he seems like the type to hold a grudge.
I doubt that.
But you've never backed down easily.
What was that about, what you told those kids?
You made that up.
Not especially.
Let's get going.
Uh-huh.
Let's get going.
Can you hear me, Cousin?
Are you all right?
Vaughan took Shianni, Nesiara, Valora, and the rest of the women in the wedding party back to the palace. 
The elder is talking to Duncan, that Grey Warden.
Everyone is getting upset.
If they're planning violence, a human would be the one to ask. 
Let's go then.
They're over by the tree.
Some are calling for blood; others say any action will just make it worse on the rest of us.
It's getting ugly, fast.
That sounds dangerous.
Let's see what they're talking about.
You took a hard headshot.
You'll have to worry about that later, though.
You took a good headshot.
They roughed up a few others, too.
Hurry, let's find out what's going on.
This is... overwhelming.
I'm sorry.
I'm just worried about Valora.
Right behind you.
I know I said I wasn't thrilled about her... but I didn't want this.
She's always been bitter, but she has a point.
If we mess this up, the others will suffer.
Agreed.
Let's get moving.
My parents died in the last purge, about twenty years ago.
Some human was killed by an elf down by the docks in a fist fight.
By nightfall, an angry mob laid waste to the entire Alienage.
They burned our house to the ground& and pushed my mother back inside when she tried to escape.
So... let's just be careful, all right?
There's more at risk than just us.
It's not an easy thing to let go.
Don't start that.
Getting ourselves killed won't help the women.
Come on.
Let's get to the gate.
We should try to be quiet.
I... can't believe they killed her!
Are you all right?
They... didn't hurt you, did they?
That Grey Warden, Duncan, gave Nelaros and me his sword and crossbow, but that's all we have.
Nelaros is guarding the end of the hall.
Let's figure this out with him.
We snuck in, although Nelaros took down a guard.
He's a savage fighter.
Yes, he's the reason we're here.
He lost it on those who wanted to "hope for the best".
I... didn't know what to do.
I'm sorry.
I'm not cut out for this sort of thing.
Thanks.
I couldn't let him go alone.
He can't interfere, he said.
Something about the Grey Wardens being neutral.
Thank the Maker!
Hopefully we can still save the others!
Nelaros...
I'm so sorry.
But... never mind.
Let's go.
Let's make sure it wasn't in vain.
You're leaving?
What about the others?
You can't leave them here!
They... they killed her!
I can't believe this!
I'm with you on that.
Let's keep moving.
I didn't think I would be, but I am.
Let's keep moving.
Then we should hurry.
A few moments could make the difference!
<desc>Heavy breathing</desc> He... he's dead.
Tell me we did the right thing, Cousin.
I...
I'll check the back room for the others.
Shianni needs you.
Did we... do the right thing back there, Cousin?
What do we tell the elder when we get back?
We can hide it in the Alienage somewhere, I suppose.
Let's just get back.
I have a bad feeling about all of this...
I guess that was inevitable.
Let's just get back to the Alienage, first.
I guess that's all we can do.
But it doesn't feel right.
Good.
I couldn't even look him in the eye right now.
Not necessary.
I suppose we'll all forget this happened, in time...
I suppose you're right.
And the women will be fine... in time.
Let's just get back.
There'll be plenty of time to talk on the road.
Thank you.
You really saved my hide back there...
No more daydreaming, I'm settling down.
Valora's a good woman, and she has ideas on making life better for everyone here.
Your father had the women take Shianni back to your place.
Will you see her before you go?
Go.
It'll break her heart if you don't.
Good luck, Cousin.
You've been my hero since we were kids.
It's just official, now.
I guess you did, at that.
But everyone knew you were destined for important things.
And I won't forget what happened here.
Still casual, even now.
I wish I had your nerves, or skill, or... well, anything.
As you always do.
Well, I'd like to follow your example.
Is running away still an option?
I'm just not thrilled at the idea of being married.
Maybe you'll get a cage for a wedding present.
Well, looks aren't everything.
But mine's attractive?
I'm sure she's quite nice.
My groom is attractive?
The Dalish elves?
Don't worry, Soris.
It'll be fine.
Getting cold feet, Soris?
Well, I'm excited.
Not me.
You?
Somewhat.
It's just surprising, you know?
A bit.
What if she doesn't like me?
A bit.
What if he doesn't like me?
Anything to put the wedding off for a while.
Right.
Let's go talk to him.
Let's just kill him.
I'm serious, Soris.
I hate humans.
I'm joking.
One human shouldn't cause much trouble.
Is it Vaughan?
Has he returned?
You know anything about these Gray Wardens?
Right.
Ever thought about leaving the city?
Alarith was a slave?
Still eager to get married?
Do you know who's performing the ceremony?
Why aren't there any elven priests?
So you're all right with not picking your own bride?
Then let's go get married.
What did you think about that lordling, Vaughan?
Let's change the subject.
Anyone would have done the same.
He's a bully, but a coward inside.
What, you don't like children?
Just stretching my creative side.
They'll be the next rebels, Soris.
Children need elven heroes.
I think so.
He's asking that human for advice?
Good point.
Maybe he'll help get our women back.
I don't trust humans.
Let's go see what's happening.
Of course they're upset!
I can't believe this!
How upset?
Let's go listen in.
Should be quite the show.
Maybe we can help.
We should see how we can help. 
Do I look all right?
The women... are they all right?
Oh, Maker.
What happened?
Step one: Be a man and quit whining.
Let's do this quickly.
What was wrong with that Elva woman?
Then we'll be extra careful.
They will?
I understand.
We'll be careful.
That's fear talking.
Don't let it cloud the issue.
We're gonna kill some humans!
Don't worry.
We'll get them back.
No time to talk.
The others need us.
Come on.
We'll grab weapons as we go.
Did you have to fight your way in?
Nelaros is here? 
You're useless, Soris.
Always have been.
You're here now.
That's what matters.
Why didn't Duncan come?
Lucky us, we have nothing to lose.
Where'd you get the sword?
Nothing rattles me.
You know that.
Well, I never wanted to get married anyway.
He died.
We're alive.
Let's keep moving.
Come.
Let's find the others and leave this place.
He died to save me.
I'll paint these walls with human blood!
Worried about Valora?
We need to save the others!
What's important is that Shianni's safe.
He forced my hand.
It's a little late for regrets.
I don't know.
But it's done now.
I don't care.
I want to stash this gold.
It doesn't matter.
We'll be leaving anyhow.
We lie.
Just let me do the talking.
I can keep your half if you're having second thoughts.
Absolutely.
Forced marriage versus freedom?
I can't face her.
I feel like I just gave up my life.
Don't mention it.
I did what was right.
Oh, it's you.
Don't expect any thanks.
You abandoned Soris and left me without a husband.
Maybe your betrothed will be more forgiving.
What happens now?
Your father said you're becoming a Grey Warden...
You're leaving, aren't you? 
No, you won't.
The Grey Wardens can't have wives or families.
I guess we'll never know what might have been.
Your... friend is waiting.
Be safe out there.
I can't imagine a more noble calling.
I just wish...
I'll be all right.
Maybe Valora and I will start a business...
It is.
You've been called to do something truly noble.
For what?
Saving my life?
Being selected for one of the world's most noble callings?
So...
I guess you don't have to get married after all, hmm?
Still an ass.
Your friend seems to be recovering.
I'll let you two... well... goodbye.
Maybe.
I guess we'll never know what could have been.
You were very brave, though. 
You should go to your friend now.
Good luck.
I'll never forget you.
Come to say goodbye to your friend, I suppose?
Well, I won't take up your time.
You're an insufferable ass.
Thank you for my life, and may you die a valiant death.
Soon.
Me, too.
Now go be a hero or whatever it is you're going to do.
And... good luck.
There you are...
Nesiara, your betrothed has returned!
I'll be right there.
Thank you... for me, for Soris, for <emp>everything</emp>.
I'll never be able to repay you.
Well, I'll leave you two alone.
Thank you, Valora.
That won't be necessary.
There's not much to say.
Thank you for my life, such as it is now. 
Your friend seems better.
She's asked for you.
Come, Valora.
Let's give him time with a woman he actually cares about.
You sent Soris to his death!
You abandoned him!
I hope you rot.
Shianni's up and about.
She seems better... if you care.
I know... it's just... <desc>sigh</desc> never mind.
To what end?
Leaving me husbandless, hundreds of miles from home?
There you are... thank you.
For me, for Soris, for <emp>everything</emp>.
I will, I swear it. 
Shianni seems to have regained herself.
I'll leave you two alone.
Good luck, and thank you again.
You're the sister I always wanted.
If I can ever do anything to repay you, I will.
I'll be back for you.
Yes.
Our world is in danger.
Sometimes fate is strange.
Nesiara, I'm sorry.
We both lucked out, didn't we?
Well, it wouldn't have been <emp>that</emp> bad...
This wasn't what I planned.
You're already taking up my time.
Nesiara, I'm sorry it turned out this way.
Good.
I'm in a hurry.
Out of my way, bitch.
It's not my fault!
I'm just as mad as you are!
I just saved your life!
Be good to Soris.
We elves need to stick together.
Let go of me!
Stop, please!
It's a party, isn't it?
Grab a whore and have a good time. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Savor the hunt, boys.
Take this little elven wench, here... so young and vulnerable...
Touch me and I'll gut you, you pig!
Please, my lord!
We're celebrating weddings, here!
Silence, worm!
I know what you're thinking, but maybe we shouldn't get involved...
Fine.
But let's try to be diplomatic, shall we?
What's this?
Another lovely one come to keep me company?
<desc>Scoffs</desc> Do you have any idea who I am?
Are you insane?!
This is Vaughan Urien, the arl of Denerim's son!
W-what?
Oh, Maker...
You've a lot of nerve, knife-ears.
This'll go badly for you.
Ha!
You hear that, Vaughan?
Maybe you should invite it over for dinner! <desc>Laughs</desc>
What's this?
The two grooms come to welcome me personally?
Let's not endanger ourselves needlessly.
Human scum!
You'll regret what you've done here!
Then just imagine what we'll do to you two.
Maybe his father should've taught him better manners.
Take him home.
If you don't mention this, we won't.
Look, things got out of hand...
Dream on, human.
You need to leave at once.
Let's just talk this over, shall we?
I'd welcome you getting what you deserve.
Objection noted.
Now get out of my way.
Shianni will get herself killed!
I won't let these humans abuse our women.
I can't get what happened out of my head.
I'd been in Lothering for years and she still thought I was plotting against her.
She didn't trust me.
Maybe she never did.
She loved me when she could use me and control me, and now that she can't, she wants me dead.
It... it hurts to realize that I never really knew her.
I knew she was ruthless, but I didn't know how far she could go.
She is self-serving, cruel... she uses people, then discards them, but that's how she survives in the life she leads.
W-what if she's right.
What if we're the same?
I...
I should just have stayed in the Chantry.
You are already helping so much by listening to me.
Sometimes people surprise you.
Maybe you did and didn't want to admit it.
Is there anything I can do?
Get over it, we have work to do.
I forgot my life as a bard while I was in the cloister.
I felt safe.
I didn't have to watch my back all the time.
I could have been wrong about the Maker!
I...
I know you doubt me sometimes.
Maybe... you're right!
But you said the Maker wanted you to leave.
We would never have met, if you hadn't.
She would have attacked you there eventually.
And you think that would have made it better?
That's what made Marjolaine the person she is, don't you see?
It ruined her; it will ruin me too.
Even now, I feel some regret at not ending her life, in order to protect my own.
You don't understand.
It's already happened.
When we killed her I...
I enjoyed it.
Seeing her dead gave me satisfaction.
Maybe, but that is not the point.
I was a different person there.
What's important is that you didn't act on it.
I told you we should have killed her.
There's nothing wrong with that.
What we're doing... what we've done--hunted men down, killed them--part of me loves it.
It invigorates me and this scares me.
I...
I feel myself slipping.
My, my.
What have we here?
Don't worry; we'll make short work of these two.
Quiet, you idiot!
They're covered with enough blood to fill a tub.
What do you think that means?
All right, let's not be too hasty here.
Surely we can talk this over...
Think for a minute.
Kill me, and you ruin more lives than just your own.
By dawn, the city will run red with elven blood.
Think about it.
You know how this ends.
Or we could talk this through... now that you have my undivided attention.
Last chance.
Kill me and destroy everything you care about, or hear me out and change your life for the better.
You think people care about elven whores?
You think my father will ignore my death simply because I used some animals as they were meant to be used?
A poor word choice, perhaps, but you understand.
You'd risk everything you know on petty revenge?
But Cousin, what if he's right?
They'll purge the Alienage again!
If-if you're sure...
I'm with you.
I'll gut you myself!
Here's our situation.
You are skilled, obviously.
We fight here, perhaps you could even manage to kill us...
My father won't let that go.
Your pigsty of an alienage will be burned to the ground.
Or you turn and walk away... with forty sovereigns added to your purses.
You take that money and leave Denerim tonight.
No repercussions, and you can go wherever you like.
And what about you?
Does this woman speak for you?
And what about you?
Does your friend speak for you, as well?
I don't know, Cousin.
That's a lot of money...
I don't know... but that <emp>is</emp> a lot of money.
It's up to you.
The women go home tomorrow.
You two disappear and make a rich new life for yourselves.
Everyone's happy.
Will you let the women go?
The women stay.
They'll go home tomorrow, slightly worse for wear, and you'll be long gone.
That's the deal.
Take it or leave it.
Then... it's a deal? 
Glad to see your priorities are in the right place.
You leave the city tonight, and you never come back.
Nobody hears about this--not my father, not your neighbors, <emp>nobody</emp>.
<desc>Sigh</desc> One of my men will bring you your money once you're outside the palace.
Bah!
I always regret talking to knife-ears!
Now I'll just gut your ignorant carcasses, instead!
It means your guards are dead.
You tell me.
Start talking, you've only seconds to live.
You're going to pay for what you've done!
You really think you can talk your way out of this?
No!
I want your head, nothing else.
How dare you threaten us!
We'll tell the city what really happened.
I'm not an animal!
We're not animals!
I've come this far.
Why turn back now?
Some things cannot go unpunished.
You think they won't as it is?
After what we've done?
Then we'll deal with it.
Fine.
Talk fast, Vaughan.
I'm done talking.
Time to die.
If you have something to say, say it.
What about the women?
Will you let them go?
You can't buy me.
He took your bride, Soris, as well as mine.
Soris, they were going to hurt me!
And what about your betrothed?
You think we should take it?
I'm going to enjoy killing you.
No deal. 
Absolutely.
Where's the gold?
I said yes, didn't I?
That's the deal.
So long as we get our money.
Actually, no.
Now you die.
All I want is your head.
Isn't there?
It's the first step down this dark path.
First thought, then action...
Marjolaine chose who she became.
So can you.
You are a good person.
You always will be.
You left the Chantry to help others.
That means something.
How can you be so sure?
Do you really think so?
Hearing you say that gives me comfort.
I would like to be alone, for now.
I have many things to consider.
Thank you, for listening to me.
That... that is true.
I can always trust you to show me things from a different perspective.
Evil doesn't worry about not being good.
You strive to be good and that's what's important.
I know... and I've thought about pursuing her and... and I take great delight in this thought.
You're not slipping.
This is who you are.
Don't punish yourself for doing something you enjoy.
That mistake can always be rectified later.
I admit that I took great pleasure in the intrigue back in Orlais.
It was dangerous and chaotic... and exciting, but it destroyed my life.
I thought the Chantry showed me another path.
I thought I was done with this life... am I wrong?
Here, with you... knowing the freedom of the road and the uncertainty of tomorrow...
I feel alive again.
You're not a Chantry sister.
You are a bard--a spy.
All you were doing in the Chantry was running away.
But even in the Chantry, you know you didn't belong.
There is this thought that floats into my mind constantly--that I lie when I say the Chantry gave me peace when in truth it... it bored me.
Deep down you know this is where you belong.
Then stop running scared from it.
Go with what your instincts tell you.
Yes... yes, you're right.
I'm being too self-indulgent.
Just... just give me some time alone, for now.
But that is no reason to rejoice over her death.
That is what she would do.
I don't want that.
She did you a great injustice.
It's only human.
Don't punish yourself.
So?
She deserved it.
You can stop thinking that, if you really want to.
Do you remember our discussion?
Wake up, Cousin!
Why are you still in bed?
It's your big day!
Come on!
Don't make me use cold water again.
Because I begged your father to let me share the good news.
What, you're shy now?
I sweet-talked your father into letting me share the good news.
Yes.
Your father and I figured you deserved it.
You <emp>do</emp> remember what today is, don't you?
No, you idiot.
You're getting married today!
And Soris too!
That's what I came to tell you!
Your groom, Nelaros... he's here early!
That's what I came to tell you!
Your bride, Nesiara... she's here early!
I know!
You're so lucky!
That's the spirit!
Well, sort of...
And who else are you going to marry?
Besides, I already snuck a peek--she's beautiful!
And who else are you going to marry?
Besides, I already snuck a peek--he's handsome!
Well, it's going to happen anyway, so hold your breath and jump in!
There's going to be music, decorations, feasting... weddings are so much fun!
You're so lucky!
All right, I'll stop tormenting you.
I should go talk to the other bridesmaids and find my dress.
Oh, Soris said that he'll be waiting for you outside.
So move it!
<desc>Ughhh</desc>... just a little longer...
What... why are you in my room, Shianni?
Huh?
What?
Did I oversleep? <desc>Argh</desc>...
According to your breath, it's get-drunk-before-noon day.
Someone's wedding?
Summerday?
Really?
That's great!
The sooner the better!
Already?
Then I guess I don't have a choice.
I don't like the idea of this arranged match business.
So that means we do it now?
I'm not ready!
What discussion?
I just wanted to tell you that I thought about what you told me and... you were right.
I didn't want to admit it, even to myself, but those years in Lothering, I yearned for the freedom and the recklessness that I knew in Orlais.
The Maker made the world beautiful, but He also made it dangerous.
To really experience it, I have to embrace this, not... not hide away in some nunnery.
About Marjolaine, and me... and my doubts about my path.
Of course not.
It was perhaps a clumsy way of starting a conversation.
Do you think my memory's really that bad?
Cyrion
Valora
Elf Woman
Guard Captain
Sometimes it takes another to show us the truths we hide from ourselves.
Maybe... you'll just have to wait and see, won't you?
My eternal gratitude and friendship?
I've already pledged myself to your cause, so I can't give that again...
I have a half-eaten heel of bread and some cheese from breakfast?
You want those?
No?
I'm glad I left Lothering in your company.
You have proven a true friend and I thank the Maker for you.
Am I embarrassing you?
Well, fine then.
I don't really like you and you're a terrible friend.
Terrible.
I'm not glad I'm here.
At all.
I'm glad you've realized that.
So do I get a reward?
I was just joking.
Your company is reward enough.
I'm sure there's more you can give me.
It was my pleasure.
Yes, yes... let's not get all sappy here.
No more running away, all right?
You're not meant for a cloister.
You never were.
Despite what Marjolaine says, I am not like her.
I know that now.
I've found peace in knowing the Maker and nothing will change that.
I followed you to make the world a better place and as long as I keep that in mind, I will not fall.
Nelaros
Nesiara
Valendrian
Long ago, the elves lived as slaves to humans, and though they have been free for many generations now, they are far from equals.
Despite these hardships, Denerim's elves are a strong people who take pride in their close community.
This is the only world you've ever known... until now.
Yes... a little better.
Time heals all wounds, so they say.
Scars remain but they are just... colors in the painting that is my life, no?
I wish things had happened differently but knowing her and knowing me, I don't think it could have.
I was just trying to say that our experiences shape our personalities.
Mine made me who I am and...
I'm sure it was the same for Marjolaine.
Are you feeling better about what happened with Marjolaine?
Er, I think I see what you mean.
You don't have to talk all fancy.
I just wanted to make sure you were all right.
We had good times though, and I look back on those fondly.
Whatever happened after will never change the truth of the past.
Yes, once, a long time ago.
She was a worldly woman and there was so much she knew and was willing to share with me.
She was special to you, wasn't she?
I am glad this is not affecting you adversely.
I would have done anything for her, once.
She used to be different.
Happier, I think.
She loved music... and had a weakness for sugary cakes...
I'm sorry it ended so badly.
Maybe she was always lying about who she was, or maybe she changed over the years.
She didn't deserve you.
That's what they say, and the rest of us just have to move on.
So far, things are not so bad.
Look, now I have new friends, new loves... in spite of it all, life... life is good.
Everyone changes, unfortunately.
You miss her.
It's not so bad.
Look, now I have new friends, a new family... in spite of it all, life... life is good.
No, not yet...
I have not met someone that affected me the way she did.
Have you felt this way about another person?
<emp>Talk to your betrothed</emp>
Soris thinks you both should go have a chat with the people you are about to marry.
You agreed to join the ancient order of the Grey Wardens.
Conveniently, this also means you escaped your execution.
Are we fishing for compliments?
Yes, I would do anything for you.
You've been there for me when no one else has.
You are a friend and... and so much more.
In spite of what has happened, and knowing what might happen soon, I am happy and life is good.
And I...
I think I have.
You are how she used to be, years ago--a joy to be around, a constant companion and a listening ear in times of need.
I'm not Marjolaine.
Don't worry.
I can only hope to one day be as special as she was to you.
You know you can talk to me if you need to.
Yes...
I know that.
I don't think you would ever do what she did to me.
My dearest one...
I think that day has already come and gone.
Am I anything like her?
You and Duncan have left the Alienage to join the other Grey Wardens in Ostagar where they prepare to battle the darkspawn.
<emp>Talk to the servant at the Alienage entrance</emp>
You have decided to sneak into the palace to rescue your bride.
One of the servants will help you get inside.
Soris is coming with you.
I...
I'm fine, and we're friends, aren't we?
We can talk about these things, if you want.
We shouldn't talk about these things if it makes you sad.
And I... love you.
It's so wonderful to say that to someone again.
Hmm, I have not given this a lot of thought.
What will I do...?
A brief stop at the cloister in Lothering is in order.
I left quite abruptly and I should tie up loose ends if I can.
What will you do, when this is all over?
I gave the woman numerous headaches.
She is probably glad I left and took my strange ideas with me.
No, I shouldn't say that.
She was always kind to me, even if she didn't understand me.
Yes, I should return, at least to say goodbye.
You're not staying there for good?
I hope the revered mother isn't worried for you.
I will not stay in Lothering for long.
My time in the cloister was a time of healing, but I am ready to face the world again.
There's so much out there--adventures to be had and stories to be told.
I want to be a part of it all.
What about us?
That sounds reasonable.
I might need some company... and you're not too irritating.
You're welcome to come along if you like.
It is settled then.
You and I... wandering the world, seeking our fortunes.
I can't wait.
Good idea.
Before one plans for the future, one should be sure one has one, yes?
I would like to see the world too.
When you put it that way, how can I say no?
Let's just try to stay alive for now.
I would love to.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> The world is as interesting as you want it to be.
If you see your life as dreary and hopeless, there's nothing I can do.
Ugliness can be found anywhere, if you look hard enough; the same can be said of beauty.
It's so wonderful to hear you say that.
The world's not that interesting, really.
I would hate to be apart from you.
You are the first thing I see in the morning, the last I see at night.
I don't want that to change.
We've traveled far and wide... does it need to end?
Ooh, how dramatic.
I'm going to hold you to your word.
I mean it.
Don't... don't say that.
I am not ready to give up on this life, and I don't want to go through it alone, without you.
It will be all right.
We will prevail in the end...
I know it.
Of course, of course.
So important you are.
Whatever life has in store for you, my Grey Warden, I will be at your side.
I love you and I would follow you to the ends of the earth.
I don't know.
We may be dead.
I may have other responsibilities.
I don't know...
I think returning to Orlais would be the first order of business.
Marjolaine may be dead, but who knows what other events she set in motion in the years I was away.
I deserve a fresh start, and I cannot have that if I am pursued by people from my past.
They must be dealt with.
You mean killed?
I was hoping a firm warning would suffice, but you never know.
I may have to seek a more permanent solution.
And after that, who knows?
The wide world awaits.
Oh, I could, but what about Marjolaine's associates?
They will not move on.
And there will be consequences.
I will not sit around waiting for them to come for me.
I think that's a splendid idea.
Can't you just forget it and move on?
Soris
Marjolaine is not done with me.
I know her.
I'm not going to wait for her to spring another attack on me.
Mother Boann
Wedding Bells
Lord Braden
Lord Jonaley
Elf Laborer
Elf Bridesmaid
Elva
Captain of the Guard
Adwen
See?
I told you there'd be more.
Elves run in packs, like rodents.
Should we keep the knife-eared bitch alive?
They killed our boys.
She dies.
Ha!
He squealed like a stuck pig when he died.
Let's see if you do, too.
Don't worry, sweet thing; they're being taken care of.
When Lord Vaughan's done with them, we get our turn. 
Stupid wench.
We'll show you how men fight.
You killed Nelaros!
Tell me where the others are!
Surrender now, and you'll live.
I'm going to enjoy this...
Nessa's Father
Nessa's Mother
Nessa
Drunken Elf
Elf Servant
Dilwyn
Gethon
Elf Child
The stars are out.
It comforts me to know that the stars will remain untouched by the Blight--that whatever happens down here, they will shine eternally, their light undimmed.
Uh, that's great?
There is still beauty to be found in this world.
For once, a clear night.
So?
Go help Alistair make supper.
There is a story about that cluster of stars over there.
Do you know it?
Alindra and her soldier?
A long time ago, there lived a fair maiden called Alindra.
She had many suitors, but spurned them all, for she did not love them.
One day, Alindra was sitting by her window in her father's castle, singing and dreaming, when her lovely voice caught the attention of a young soldier.
Entranced by her song, the soldier drew near to Alindra's window.
As their eyes met, he fell in love with her, and she with him.
I can't say I've heard it.
Tell me the story.
I don't know many stories.
When Alindra told her father about the man she had chosen, he was furious, for Alindra was high-born, but her love nothing more than a common soldier.
To keep them apart, he had Alindra imprisoned in the highest tower of his castle and sent her soldier to the wars.
Alas, not a month had passed before news of the soldier's death reached Alindra.
Alone in her tower, Alindra wept for her love and beseeched the gods to deliver her from this cruel world.
So earnest was her plea that the gods themselves were moved.
They gathered Alindra into their arms and lifted her high into the heavens, where she became a star.
The gods also raised up the soul of Alindra's soldier love and there he dwells, across the horizon from her.
The band of stars between them is a river of Alindra's tears, cried for her lost love.
They say that when Alindra has cried enough, she will be able to cross the river to be reunited with her soldier.
Well, I will tell you this one.
This story is one of my favorites, a tale of a love so great and so enduring that it defies death, and moves the gods to action.
Sometimes I ask myself, does such a love exist?
Can it exist?
It is just a story, but sometimes, it's refreshing to set aside what makes sense.
It doesn't end so badly.
It ends hopefully.
Alindra will one day be with her love again.
We don't know when, but she will.
That's a beautiful story.
The stars are not made of tears.
I'll never look at the stars the same way again.
Why do stories always end so badly?
If we lose hope in love, then we are truly lost.
Few loves are so powerful.
Real love is a mix of lust and attachment, nothing more.
I never expected you to say that.
It is... a pleasant surprise.
I have to say there is a certain severity to you.
Finding a person behind that all is nice.
Maybe you should let your softer side show more often.
Sometimes following your heart, not your head, leads you to remarkable places.
<desc>Giggles</desc> Of course not.
It will be our secret.
Why is it a surprise?
Don't tell the others I said that.
I'm secretly a terrible romantic.
It may exist, but it never lasts.
I think I would be lucky to experience an emotion even half as pure and true as Alindra's love.
The world gets lonely too quickly, if there is no one to share it with.
Yes, it is, isn't it?
You are my friend and I love you, but I'm not quite ready to cry a river of tears.
Is that all you think love is?
And what about love of family, of a child... is that just attachment?
Do you not believe in a pure, true love?
One day you will find a person worthy of that love.
We should all be so lucky.
Friendship is a kind of love too.
I'm a Grey Warden; love only makes my life more complicated.
I'll believe it when I see it.
If not circumstance, then death will always separate the lovers, no?
But maybe this is what gives it value.
If it is easily gained, if it lasts forever, what reason do you have to cherish it?
It would be worthless.
You must put duty before self, I see.
It must be terrible for you, knowing this.
I pray that one day you will find someone who will restore your faith in love.
Like in the fairy tales?
Not really.
Tell me about Alindra and her soldier.
Let's move on now.
M-make supper?
Right... yes.
Of... of course.
I will help him.
So, you've found something other than darkspawn to occupy your time, haven't you?
Some of us are actually working, not just gazing into space.
He'll ruin it if you don't help him.
Never mind, were you going to say something?
You're being cryptic.
Stop it.
You and Morrigan are...
I saw her going into your tent last night.
I don't think she was there to tell you a bedtime story.
Of course not.
If I wanted one, you'd be the one telling it.
I don't see how this is any of your concern.
Misunderstanding?
What is there to misunderstand?
I think this is a misunderstanding.
Yes, we spent the night together.
She was... you are.... you're giving her...
I mean, you're wading through her swamp!
You are so brazen, both of you.
Morrigan was with me because we had something to discuss.
Well, that's one way of putting it.
Are you jealous?
I could wade through yours if you'd like.
We enjoy each other.
Nothing wrong with that.
Keep your nose out of our business.
It was just one night.
Really?
That's all?
I...
I could've sworn I heard...
M-maybe.
I suppose I could have made a mistake... well, this is certainly embarrassing.
I jumped to conclusions.
I should not have.
I will... salvage what I can of my dignity and... go over there.
Now.
You know what I mean.
You were... intimate.
You must have imagined it.
Morrigan and I are just friends.
No, you shouldn't have.
And stop watching my tent.
Some wild animal, probably.
We were just talking, maybe that's what you heard.
Swamp?
What?
No.
We were discussing something important.
I am not some innocent twelve-year-old you can fool with half-baked lies.
I know the strut of a woman who intends to seduce a man.
The slow, sinuous movement, the arched back, her... her everything!
She got what she wanted, didn't she?
Your relationship might affect our entire group, don't you think?
If suddenly she is more important to you than... than the rest of us.
You could... could take unnecessary risks for her, putting us all in danger.
That's excellent.
Great.
Absolutely wonderful.
Don't evade the question.
I saw her.
And why are you so interested in this?
She wasn't the only one.
So you're just playing with her then.
How gentlemanly of you.
You... you're bringing up what I might have done to justify...
It's just physical attraction, that's all.
You were a spy.
You've done the same.
Just keep your nose out of this.
We're just flirting.
It's harmless.
That's not going to happen.
You have my word.
Please be neurotic elsewhere, Leliana.
Fine.
Do whatever you want.
However, for the benefit of the rest of us and our ultimate goal, do try to be discreet.
Some of us aren't interested hearing, or seeing, what the witch enjoys.
Leave me alone.
I wish I had never brought this up.
Oh, harmless flirting.
You think it doesn't hurt anyone, don't you?
You've played with men before.
You even enjoyed it.
Oh, I see.
I am just neurotic. 
We'll see how much your word counts for then.
Only time will tell.
Jealous?
You think I'm jealous?
Don't flatter yourself.
I am more concerned about the ramifications of your... dalliance.
Ah.
Jealous, I see.
You're imagining things.
What?
You mean about you and Morrigan?
I suppose I should apologize.
You... you were right.
I have done as you have.
I may not be proud of this, but I cannot judge you.
Are you still upset with me?
I've toyed with men in the past.
There is a particular kind of amusement that only another person can provide, and I certainly indulged myself, back then.
You are well within your bounds to call me that.
I was just so angry because you had made a true statement I could not refute.
Everything I said made me sound like a complete hypocrite.
Hypocrite.
Thanks for being brave enough to admit it.
So you understand then.
That's definitely something I should learn to do... sometimes I get carried away.
I was just about to suggest that.
It is forgotten.
So we're still friends then?
Maybe you should think before talking, in future.
Let's forget it.
It's in the past.
I suppose your... relationship hasn't really affected the rest of us.
And what you do with yourself in your private moments is up to you.
M-maybe I was jealous, just a little... but I am past that now.
She is a very beautiful woman and I can see why you are attracted to her.
Let's just move past this, shall we?
I'm sorry I ever let my pettiness jeopardize our mission.
I enjoy the nights at camp.
The night always seems more peaceful, to me.
Safer.
I feel the night grants us a reprieve from the troubles of the day.
Silly, isn't it?
The darkspawn never sleep, and they lurk in the shadows.
I enjoy those nights when we stand guard together, talking to pass the time in those small hours... well, I talk and you listen, mostly...
Sometimes I succumb and fall asleep, and wake to find you still watchful and I know you're watching out for me.
W-what I'm trying to say is... is that I trust you.
I'm comfortable around you.
I know you'll be there when I need you.
You are our... our leader, and my friend and... sometimes I think that m-maybe we could be more than that...
Maker... look at me, stumbling over my words like an ill-educated peasant girl.
Some bard I am...
I'm not embarrassed!
I'm just... flushed because.. of the... heat.
Really?
N-no one told me.
You... you felt the same way and didn't do me the courtesy of informing me?
There... isn't much more I can say.
My feelings have been laid bare.
You are... very special to me.
I...
I guess I'll just go then.
It is not silly to seek moments to lay down your burdens.
I'd be a poor leader if one of you died on my watch.
You're cute when you're embarrassed.
I've always wanted us to be more than just friends.
I really like you, Leliana, but we should stay friends.
Someone like you being interested in me is flattering.
We are more than friends.
I thought that was obvious.
Don't change the subject.
Yes, go do that before you embarrass yourself further.
You never have to feel afraid with me.
That's what friends do.
Look out for each other.
It would be nice if you stayed awake for a change.
It is pretty silly, yes.
We're all entitled to a little silliness now and then.
We're not safe at night.
It's just quieter, that's all.
Be alert and we should be relatively safe.
Friends?
Right, friends.
I...
I see... well, I mean...hah!
I can't imagine why we wouldn't stay friends.
It's just less complicated this way.
I'm a Grey Warden.
Duty comes first.
There's someone else in my life.
Y-you made me say all those things!
Why couldn't you have said them first?
Oh, you... oh, how very awkward...
Oh, chivalry is so dead.
Making the lady spill her guts like that...
Yes...
I am fond of you and I care about you... and let's go about our business before the others suspect something.
Well, yes, b-but.... d-don't question me!
I am a woman and I reserve the right to be inconsistent!
Yes, I...
I understand.
Completely.
It's you and not me.
I... should go.
What, are you saying I have bad taste?
Why can't I like you?
You're a good person, a great listener, a... a remarkable warrior. 
You often show signs of intelligence and you're fairly good-looking... most of your facial features are in the right place...
You're welcome, I try.
You still like me right?
So, I like you, and you like me.
That's settled then.
Your spilled guts make me feel loved and accepted.
That's me.
I'm a terrible person.
I thought you were comfortable around me.
Thanks.
You're so complimentary.
I think it's best that we stay friends though.
You're really bad at this wooing thing.
I feel the same way, and I'm glad you do too.
He is quite a character, your Zevran, no?
He seems to seek pleasure above all things, but there is more to him, isn't there?
He is more complex than he lets on.
Yes--I mean no!
Well, not in that way anyway.
I feel that it is in my interest to study those I travel with.
And Zevran deserved special scrutiny, seeing that he tried to kill you.
But it seems you trust him, judging from your closeness.
If you do, then I do too.
You haven't led us astray yet.
That aside, you do have good taste.
He is an attractive one.
Uh.
Thanks for the offer but I don't think my delicate health could take so much excitement.
Ha!
I can tell...
He owes you his life.
That debt alone makes him beholden to you.
And that's saying nothing of your... hmm... entanglements.
Have you been watching him?
I'm sure he wouldn't be opposed to you joining in the fun.
Thanks.
I rather like him myself.
He's been claimed.
My apologies.
Yes, that's true.
Why so fascinated with Zevran?
Zevran is not mine by any stretch of the imagination.
Well, I suppose that does sort of make him mine.
Anyway, what were you going to say?
He's not my elven slave or anything, so don't get ideas.
He's interesting and fun to be with.
So, had important things to discuss with Morrigan last night?
Again?
Seems you had important discussions every night of the week.
I'm surprised you haven't run out of conversation topics yet.
You lied to me!
Such a fool I was.
I don't care what you did with her; what hurts is that you lied!
I trusted you.
What are you playing at?
You tell me you like me, that I mean something to you, and you have her on the side?
It is not fair to either Morrigan, or me.
Do you say the same things to her, that you say to me?
Oh, I bet she is!
Couldn't be her winning personality you keep coming back to.
Tell me, does she use dark, forbidden magics to enhance your enjoyment of her?
Oh, I'm sure!
Alistair's a Grey Warden too... does she share her knowledge of darkspawn with him as well?
She's a very imaginative person.
That was beneath you.
That's enough!
Get to the point, Leliana.
You disgust me with your comments.
She has a lot to say about darkspawn.
Just show me some respect.
Show <emp>us</emp> some respect, please.
I suppose you need different girls for different days of the week? 
Not really.
She's a different sort of girl.
I know it isn't fair and I'm sorry.
Stop playing with my feelings.
If you want her, tell me so.
I care for you... more deeply than I can say, but...
I...
I can't watch you going to her all the time.
I...
I am sorry I had to force this on you.
I couldn't stand by any longer, wondering if I meant anything to you.
And I believe you when you say that.
I...
I see.
That's your choice then.
I... understand.
Excuse me...
I have to be alone for a while.
Wonderful people have their limits too.
Morrigan when you want some rough tumbling, Leliana when you need a bedtime story and someone to tell you what a nice boy you are?
Then it's over with Morrigan.
I can't lose you.
You mean everything to me.
I should've ended it with her a long time ago.
I'm sorry but...
I love Morrigan.
Then we can't be together, because I can't give her up.
You're both wonderful and I respect you both.
We should... talk later.
There wasn't too much harm done.
I think I will survive.
So do I.
I would hate to be the cause of anyone's pain.
I see you're still with Morrigan.
I thought you said she didn't mean anything to you.
I'm sorry it had to come to this.
I hope no one is hurt by my decision.
It has been some time since I left Lothering.
When I stepped out of the cloister I had no idea where my path would lead.
I walked where the Maker led me and...
He has rewarded me for my faith.
I found you.
Are you saying I'm a gift from the Maker?
I'm glad your path led you here too.
Hello!
Welcome to Dragon Age!
What do you want to do?
But now it's getting late.
I think I might... turn in early.
I can't help thinking about how soft and warm my bedroll is.
I didn't know you had a journal.
Or wrote in it regularly.
Well, maybe you could bring it to my tent and I could watch you write.
I could give suggestions.
I'm going to stay up and write in my journal.
Well, I do.
Today's special.
I want to make a special entry.
I write in it sometimes.
You don't want to talk to me anymore?
Isn't your bedroll large enough for two?
Well, I shan't keep you.
Hmm, want some company?
"Dear Journal...
Leliana has shown much affection for me.
Even asked me to come to bed with her, but alas, subtlety is lost on me."
Oh, now he gets it.
Wait, what?
Character Creation
Oh, now she gets it.
<desc>Giggles</desc> Where's the fun in that? 
You want me to come to bed?
You could have just asked me.
Properly.
I don't think that would be appropriate, Leliana.
I understood your suggestion, I just don't think we should.
Are you sure this is what you want?
You... you're turning me down?
Is there something wrong?
I just don't think this is the right time.
Oh, I really messed up this time.
It'll be all right.
He won't tell anyone an elven woman took him down.
I hope so.
I should get cleaned up.
Is everybody else all right?
I think we're just shaken.
What was that about?
<desc>Nervous laughter</desc> Looks like the arl's son started drinking too early.
Um, well let's not let this ruin the day.
Uh, this is Valora, my betrothed.
I'm a lucky man to be so warmly welcomed.
A pleasure.
Soris said much of you--some of it was even positive.
Hey, I just wanted to give you a sporting chance to run. <desc>Laughs</desc>
By the Maker!
I can't believe you sometimes.
Yes, this is Nelaros.
Your <emp>betrothed</emp>.
I am lucky to finally see you with my own eyes.
I'm... sure the two of you have a lot to discuss.
Pleased to meet you.
Soris has said much of you--some even positive.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Don't get me in trouble, Nesiara.
We'll leave you two alone, now.
By the Maker!
I can't believe you sometimes.
Yes, this is Nesiara.
Your <emp>betrothed</emp>.
You know, I'm actually considered quite beautiful back in Highever.
I cannot believe this--<emp>this</emp> is the man I traveled so far to marry?!
I... understand.
I could barely keep calm during the trip here.
Do I really make such a poor first impression?
<emp>This</emp> is my bride-to-be?
Your father never said you were so... so...
I... understand.
It's all I can do to keep myself calm.
Well, here we are...
Are you nervous?
I'll spend every waking moment learning to make you happy.
I...
I'm speechless.
I hope I'm worthy of your affection.
I was nervous on the trip down, but now that I'm here, I'm looking forward to what's next.
I understand.
My stomach was in knots the whole way here.
I think you're right.
I'm looking forward to seeing how life unfolds.
Being here with you, I feel the same.
I'm looking forward to seeing how life unfolds.
Uneventful, thankfully.
The trade caravan we accompanied had little of value; I think that kept the bandits away.
It was hard to leave Highever, but your father's matchmaker spoke highly of you, and rightfully so.
Denerim itself seems friendlier than Highever... perhaps because it's so large that humans take less notice of us.
You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that!
I see.
Well, I hope in time you can learn to--
Ha!
You're a wild one, aren't you?
I see I'm going to have my hands full.
Are you saying you don't want to marry me?
Oh!
You're a rascal, aren't you?
I imagine I'm going to have my hands full. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Come on, Cousin.
We should let them get ready.
We'll see you two in a bit.
Don't disappear on us.
Hmph.
It'll be fine; you'll see.
It'll be fine, you'll see.
Or we'll come find you.
Or we'll hunt you down. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Then this handsome man must be Nelaros.
And this man must be my betrothed.
And who's the fellow with her?
Not mine, I hope.
Then this beautiful vision must be Nesiara.
And your companion is my betrothed?
And who's the girl with her?
Not mine, I hope.
Must be an ugly city.
I apologize.
That was rude of me.
How was the trip here?
I'm really not interested in all this, you know.
I'm just not interested in all this.
Second one's not much better.
I'm just not much interested in all this.
No, of course not.
I apologize.
How was the trip from Highever?
How do you feel about moving to Denerim?
I was until I saw you.
Not really.
You?
Sort of nauseated, actually.
Well, things can only get better.
I'm just not interested in this whole deal.
You're ugly <emp>and</emp> slow?
Not if I can help it.
I just don't want to get married at all.
I'm joking, of course!
Just breaking the tension.
I don't think I could turn down such a proposition.
Oh, don't second guess me!
It's not becoming!
You know, it would be nice if you came with me.
Oh, of course I do.
You know I enjoy your company.
But it's getting a little chilly and I'd prefer to be in my bedroll.
You're welcome to join me, of course.
The Maker says we must share our blessings.
I'll stay up to write in my journal then.
So I can show you my collection of pressed flowers, obviously.
I... <emp>don't</emp>.
Stop pretending you don't know what I want.
I didn't know you collected pressed flowers.
I have no idea what's going on.
Can't you be less cryptic for once?
Oh, the games you play.
Listen, I want to spend the night with you.
There, I said it.
I would prefer to wait till the darkspawn have been routed.
I think I understand.
Perhaps we should spend more time together first.
I love you and I will wait for as long as you want.
You're putting your life on hold because of... darkspawn?
I suppose you are a Grey Warden, and that is what is required of you.
I love you and I...
I understand.
I will not make demands on you.
Duty must come first.
But now I have a greater incentive to kill those hideous monsters.
I want our love to be based on more than lust.
Good morning.
Did you sleep well?
Awake already?
Didn't you sleep well?
Hello what?
You look smug.
What's going on?
I'm just greeting the person I'm sharing a bed with.
Nothing wrong with that.
I'm so happy.
Blissful.
I haven't slept so well since I was forced to flee from Orlais.
Start the origin story.
Knowing you will be the first thing I see when I wake gives me no small amount of comfort.
I feel safe in your arms.
Safe, loved and accepted.
This is where I belong.
Thank you.
I suppose I should get up.
We have a long day ahead of us.
I should be the one thanking you.
Come on, darkspawn await with bated breath for you to put them out of their misery!
What's the hurry?
Oh, right.
Blasted darkspawn.
And ignore the beautiful woman in my bed?
I think not...
Good idea.
Shouldn't keep the others waiting.
I don't feel like getting up.
This does feel right, and natural.
I think it will be a beautiful day...
What are you--oh...
I see... hmm, I suppose the darkspawn will just have to wait a bit longer...
The Blight will still be there in a few minutes...
Well...
I... hmm... that settles it then.
<act>Kiss Leliana.</act>
You... want to... are you sure?
I knew you'd come around.
Good things come to those who wait, no?
Let's go to bed.
Yes.
I'm sure.
You have no idea how good.
Don't make me come over and grab you.
I should have done this long ago.
Ooh, now you've got me curious...
Ah, pulling rank... you do know how to woo a lady...
Stop talking and just come here.
That's what they say.
I'm sure the wait will be worthwhile.
About us...
Nothing, never mind.
Of course I am.
But we should move on.
Wait, you want to talk a-about us?
Is there something bothering you?
I don't think this is going to work.
You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.
Never mind.
It's not important.
Not going to work?
You are talking about us?
What... what's wrong?
Don't give me that!
Don't you dare!
I want an explanation, right now!
It's not you, it's me.
Fine.
It's really you.
I'm just sick of you.
Morrigan was better in bed.
Life is too uncertain right now.
Life is never certain!
Nothing is certain but the love you have for others, and the love they have for you.
Love is that... that constant star on the horizon that leads you to safe harbor.
Love, friendship... these are the things you hold on to.
Life seems too uncertain right now.
All right... if that's the way you want it, fine.
Now, excuse me.
I don't think I should be where I'm not wanted.
I've grown weary of you.
I think I prefer Morrigan.
I don't have one.
I'm sorry.
If you don't know, or don't want to tell me your reasons, then I won't press you.
Nothing lasts forever... but I did not expect this to be over so soon.
I will always love you... as... as a friend.
And so you are abandoning our love?
Where is the logic here?
Death will come for us all, eventually.
But does this mean we should never try to love?
Really?
You think so?
You're so sweet.
We could die at any moment.
As a Grey Warden, duty should come first.
I'm afraid to lose you.
I...
I see, and I understand.
You're right.
We should cherish this while it lasts.
I...
I see.
So this is it for now.
Every moment I have with you is a gift from the Maker.
I do not want to lose this.
Maybe when all this is over we can start over?
I'm sorry if I hurt you.
Don't apologize.
It is something you felt you needed to do.
I cannot question that.
And life goes on, yes?
I will be all right.
I'm sorry I had to end it.
If you were really sorry, you would have thought about what you said before saying it.
This "sorry"... it means nothing!
For the sake of our task, I will put my feelings on this matter aside.
I don't want our messy personal matters affecting our ultimate goal.
But after this...
I never want to see you again.
No... no, you never think, do you?
Oh, so I'm the one being difficult now?
You show no consideration for my feelings and now you... ugh.
I truly am sorry.
You're right, I wasn't thinking.
I don't know why I try to mend bridges with you.
And there are no beautiful, charming women in the cloisters, you think?
Oh, you would be wrong.
There were many lovely young initiates in the Lothering cloister--all of them chaste and virtuous.
Ah, it added to their mystique.
Because then... then they were forbidden, and forbidden fruit is the sweeter, no?
You know, a beautiful charming woman like yourself.
So... can we go back to Lothering now?
Those initiates can't have been more lovely than you.
Flatterer.
I, however, did not take vows and so perhaps I am not as enigmatic?
My... fruit?
I... uh...
My... fruit?
Well, it is not technically forbidden... b-but it's not freely given either!
Not everyone gets a bite.
What about your fruit?
Is it forbidden?
I can't believe I am having this conversation.
Ahem.
But no, I did not take vows.
I did not take those vows that the initiates took.
Vows of poverty, chastity... among others.
Ha!
You would abandon your Grey Warden duties to seduce an initiate into forgetting Chantry and Maker?
It's all right.
I've put it behind me.
Flowers?
For me?
Oh... they're beautiful.
I might.
It depends on the initiate.
I suppose I could settle for you.
So, do I get a kiss?
Oh.
Good.
You seemed a little serious just then.
Anyway, I was never an initiate, only affirmed.
There are certainly many to choose from.
I was never one of them though.
I was only affirmed.
Oh, I feel so special.
Thank you for picking me last.
So did you take any vows?
Why were you in the Chantry again?
Just a small one.
There... and thank you for the flowers.
Ah, I see what you are getting at.
Honestly, yes.
Why shouldn't I?
Violence is not the only solution.
They never complained... well, they did, but usually after they found out what I had done.
Never during...
That the female ones use skills of seduction?
I'm sure they didn't mind being exploited by you.
Th-thank you.
It's kind of you to say so, even wearing these mud-covered horrors.
You don't need fancy shoes to make you beautiful.
Well, yes, certainly, but to be with someone you truly love, to the exclusion of all others... there is nothing in the world like it.
Lust is perfectly fine on its own, I think.
She's a lucky girl, Morrigan.
She caught your eye... though looking at her, it is not difficult to see why.
Jealous?
Me?
No... why would I be jealous?
I'm happy for you.
Well, I want you to know I am happy for you.
That is not what I meant.
So, you and Alistair...
You and Alistair.
Together, looking contented.
You even have a... glow about you.
So shameless.
How is she lucky?
You sound almost jealous?
She is very beautiful.
She is... interesting, once you get to know her.
Not really.
There has been sadness in her life.
For having me?
Yes.
Yes...?
Why that impish look?
Alistair and I what?
Of course you aren't!
Leliana's just seeing things again, isn't she?
So, how is Alistair...?
You know what I mean..
Alistair, and you... those long nights.
He must be quite delightful... you wouldn't be so happy otherwise, I think.
He's athletic; that's always nice.
He is also good at following instructions, isn't he?
Yes, I can see that.
Sometimes he reminds me of a very eager puppy.
Most men do, actually.
Fine, fine...
I was just making conversation.
The Join--oh, that Grey Warden ritual that involves the darkspawn blood.
No, that's not it.
You definitely have the glow of someone in love.
I'm not glowing.
He looks fine to me.
Sometimes he gets too excited to listen.
I don't have to discuss this with you!
You said he looked happy.
I think that's a side effect of the Joining.
He does make me very happy.
That's a good thing.
Men, like puppies, can be trained, especially when it comes to... dealing with their women.
I'm very happy with his performance.
What are you giggling about?
W-what is she giggling about?
Ooh.
Fascinating.
The little templar is all grown up and apparently he... ahem... plays well with others.
You must keep me updated on any new developments.
Yes.
Sometimes he has brilliant ideas of his own too.
I don't really believe you but I don't want to find out either.
My performance?
What performance... and why does it warrant giggling?
We are just talking about how you treat her in bed.
Nothing you should concern yourself with.
How I--oh, Maker... what is wrong with you women?
Right.
Yes, you're giggling about darkspawn.
So funny, them darkspawns!
Nothing, just girl talk.
You.
And your performance.
Uh... darkspawn.
Beacon
Mistress
Jump directly to the Prelude (Ostagar - plot start)
Wall
Oh, hello again!
So will you let me help you?
Will you let me come?
Not you again.
I told you: I don't need you.
If you promise to stop talking, you can come.
I'll be honest.
When I heard about the darkspawn, I felt something urging me to leave my sheltered life in the cloister and do something.
Anything.
And then the vision...
It cannot be coincidence, that you are brought here so soon after I was called by the Maker.
I helped you in the inn, remember?
How do you think you can help me?
I suppose you did at that.
I would have been fine without you.
You almost got into trouble yourself.
He wants me to go with you.
I just know it.
Her plea seems wholehearted and even though she seems a little... strange, she does have skill.
I vote to let her come along.
Oh, all right.
No.
We don't need her.
The Maker doesn't talk to people, and certainly not <emp>you</emp>.
Oh, all right.
I suppose you can come.
Thank you!
I won't let you down, I promise!
I don't need your opinion.
She's not coming.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I shall venture forth on my own then.
May the Maker smile on your path.
You don't know how it makes me feel to hear you say that.
I should have done it in Denerim.
I don't know what I was thinking.
She is cunning, duplicitous...
I do not believe she will leave me alone.
She was right.
It will never be over for us, until one of us is dead.
It won't be me.
Actually, maybe this is not appropriate.
Spare a silver for a war veteran?
Where'd you get injured, soldier?
<act>Give 1 sovereign</act> Hope this will get you off the street.
<act>Give 1 silver</act> This can get you a hot meal.
Sorry.
Farewell.
You made yourself clear, ser.
No need to bother with us folk at all.
Oh, it's good to see you again, friend.
There she is!
There he is!
You were so generous to me before and these are... other veterans--
I'm an orphan!
Oh, and--err--an orphan.
Please, m'lady, can you spare some coin?
Ostagar.
Darkspawn took off half my foot.
Oh, Andraste bless you, ser!
I won't forget your face, no I won't!
You're too kind, ser.
Andraste's blessings to you!
Of course, ser. 'Course...
Cheap bastard.
Oh, thank you for the coin the other time, friend.
I am insulted.
A veteran campaigner am I.
And Ollie is as bereft of parents as anyone's ever been.
My mom is especially dead.
No need to mention that, Ollie.
Will you help us?
Oh, you're too kind--just too kind.
The Maker preserve you!
Long live the good ser!
Thank you, ser.
You're too good to us.
Ah... can't blame a fellow for asking, eh?
Well, let's go Ollie.
Are you really a veteran?
<act>Give 3 sovereigns</act> Here's your chance at a better life.
<act>Give 30 silver</act> Here are a few silvers for each of you.
I don't seem to have any coins on me.
May the Divine herself pray for you!
Now, no crowding--let the good ser breathe.
There are a <emp>lot</emp> of unfortunates in the Alienage, ser.
Many--err--veterans, orphans, the diseased, and sad tales of all sorts.
I still don't have my parents.
Yes, ser, and poor Ollie still doesn't have his parents.
Anything you can spare would be appreciated.
After the riots, many people were left without a home, ser.
Don't have a copper between us.
You're like a hero here, good ser.
Ollie and I hadn't eaten for a week before you showed up.
I... uhh... found it?
You aren't a real beggar.
All I heard was there was free coin over here.
Fine.
Every one of us--except the one you rightly pointed out--all of us are unfortunates.
The whole lot of you are beggars?
Even that fellow with the fine outfit?
<act>Give 50 silver</act> Someone has to help you.
Ah well, I figured it wouldn't last.
Thank you for what you've done.
The rest of you lot, the good ser isn't handing out any more monies.
Awww...
I'm not giving you anything more.
Do you think I'm a fool?
So sorry, friend.
Honestly, most every one here has a sad tale.
You've been good to me and Ollie.
They just heard of your good deeds, is all.
I've never met no one like you.
May the Maker look after you!
Bless you!
Bless you!
Huzzah!
Huzzah for the hero of the Denerim!
All of us are eating tonight!
Taeodor
I recognize you... from Ostagar.
Andraste's blood, you're a Grey Warden!
Duncan's apprentice.
You killed my friend--and good King Cailan.
I demand satisfaction, ser.
An uncommon traitor deserves no common death.
We will meet on the field of honor, and my blade shall see justice done.
Meet me in the back alley behind the Gnawed Noble Tavern.
There we will duel.
P-pardon me, ser.
You must think I'm a fool.
You really do look like... too much ale.
Yes, too much.
Excuse me.
You... you almost had me there, but I recognize you too clearly.
I will not be played the fool.
So you would compound slander on top of treason?
You <emp>dare</emp> smear Teyrn Loghain's word?
I do not like your tone, ser.
But... you <emp>may</emp> be right.
I cannot take that chance.
As much as I feel in my <emp>bones</emp> you are guilty...
Leave, Warden.
If I find proof, we will meet again.
The savior of Ferelden, Teyrn Loghain, personally told me of the Wardens' betrayal. <emp>Your</emp> betrayal.
I have... heard of the Grey Wardens' prowess.
And you seem... more capable than you did at Ostagar.
I am a knight of Ferelden.
Your threats do not deter me, ser.
Satisfaction?
<act>Lie</act> Me?
A Grey Warden?
You must be mistaken.
Loghain's charges against the Wardens are false.
Use your wits.
The Wardens would never help the darkspawn.
If you're wrong, you'd be killing an innocent.
What did you mean by satisfaction?
Lower your voice, or I'll silence it permanently.
Excuse me.
I have to go.
I may regret this, but I cannot duel someone who may be guiltless.
I won't throw my life away; too many people depend on me.
And I doubt guards would pose any challenge to you.
But by word and deed here you condemn yourself, ser.
I will not cut you down here, but this is <emp>not</emp> over.
Do not try to worm your way out of it, traitor.
In the back alley, we will duel.
Very well.
If you insist on dying, you'll get your duel.
I won't fight a misled fool.
But honor demands you accept!
You turn your back on me?!
This is not over, Warden.
Your honor, not mine.
Farewell.
Make peace with the Maker, ser.
These are your last moments.
Are you ready?
I am no savage.
I would not take advantage of you.
You thought to escape me, eh, Warden?
I'm ready.
Let us fight one on one.
Will nothing convince you to stop?
All I see is a fool.
Everyone get him! <act>Attack</act>
Nothing at all, ser.
I am honor-bound to kill you now.
You coward!
I've changed my mind.
Goodbye.
May the Divine look after you, ser.
You've held yourself with honor.
Begin!
I would prefer to fight with honor, but over scum like you, I'll take any victory I can.
Men, attack him!
Shaevra
Another Grey Warden supporter.
Not just a supporter, Paedan.
That's a Grey Warden.
She's the one Arl Howe is looking for.
He's the one Arl Howe is looking for.
Our trap landed a Warden?
You've got one chance to surrender.
The arl has been very... generous to his servants.
Especially those who get bloody jobs done.
That our work is legal makes it ever so <emp>delicious</emp>.
The arl offers much more than coin, Warden.
And he's not a man to cross.
For what it's worth, I believe you.
Not that I particularly care.
Heh.
Oh, I'm innocent, too--at least that's what I said to anyone that asked in the gaols.
I think you need more practice to sound believable.
Heh.
We're not common guards, Warden.
We're Howe's elite.
Shaevra, Tennant, and Jarvy--let's kill ourselves a Warden.
Why are you doing this?
Whatever the arl is paying you, I'll pay more.
Loghain framed the Grey Wardens.
Walk now and you live, fools.
You work for that bastard?
You're all dead. <act>Attack</act>
The Plight of the Homeless
I don't see the rug... we didn't leave it, did we?
Tighten that rope, or we'll lose the whole load.
I'm sorry...
I just don't want to leave.
If these axles hold, we can make it in a few days.
The place is locked up tight.
<emp>Help Nessa</emp>
Nessa does not want to leave for Ostagar.
Perhaps you can find some way to help her and her family.
<emp>Help Nessa</emp>
You offered to talk to Nessa's father.
Perhaps you can persuade him to let her stay in the alienage.
You have given Nessa's family enough money to allow them to remain in the alienage.
They will not have to work as laborers in Ostagar.
You have given Nessa's family enough money to allow them to travel safely to Highever, where they can make a new life.
<emp>Help Nessa</emp>
You offered to find some way to help Nessa's family.
Well, it's around the eyes, mostly.
I still don't see it.
Whenever I look, I just see the mother.
The mother was far more delicate.
It's the same sort of nose, you must admit that.
The breeding shows...
There you go again with breeding.
We're not horses, you know.
Of course not, but bloodlines are important.
That's all I'm saying!
I think the whole notion is ridiculous.
Well, you've got the freedom to think so.
You come from good stock.
Oh, there once was a woman; she lived in the sea,
I didn't love her, but I think she loved me,
I brought her diamonds, rubies, silver, and gold,
But all she wanted was to be saved from the cold!
She begged me to catch her, convinced me I should!
I promised her a house, all grey stone and wood!
We made love in the sea, we made love on the shore,
I was just there for playing, but she wanted more,
But there's one small problem, you see; I can't grant her wish,
My wife gets suspicious when I come home smelling like fish!
Let me tell you something... about something.
You two are really special, you know that?
What will I do if I never find a wife?
It's a party!
I wouldn't mind taking one of those bridesmaids home.
You here to report <emp>another</emp> crime?
I swear, we should just cordon off the entire district.
Oh, uh.
Can I help you, Warden?
I mean, yes.
Yes, I could use help.
I got a pretty popular... establishment... that's crawling with mercenaries.
If I send my boys in, someone might get--Maker forbid--hurt.
And I'll have to explain to their noble fathers that being a guard is actually dangerous.
Is the Market District really that bad?
Actually, do you need any help?
What's the pay?
The name of the whorehouse is the Pearl.
Beat down any mercenaries that are out-of-line and send them a message.
I said beat down, not kill.
Let me make that really clear.
Not on fire, or exploded, or Maker knows whatever type of grisly death you can dream up.
Sorry... used to giving orders to my boys.
Just leave them breathing, and I'll be happy.
Do a good job, and I'll see you get some silver in your pockets... maybe even some gold.
I don't blame you.
Not many good folk come down here voluntarily any more.
Sign me up, Sergeant.
Thank you, Warden.
Happy hunting.
You're back?
I figure anybody with sense would just avoid the lower markets.
Go to the Pearl.
Remember--don't kill the troublemakers, just knock them unconscious.
And people actually voluntarily attack you?
Are they just stupid?
Some of those men were mine, guard dogs.
Anyone hurts one of the White Falcons, they answer to me.
I see.
Don't bother sparing these louts.
Things are about to get messy.
I was hoping I'd find you.
I heard about the Pearl.
I said no deaths!
<desc>Sigh</desc> They were my orders; I'll accept responsibility.
Just go before you make matters worse.
But they were trying to kill me.
Don't take that tone with me.
I'm King Korin.
I rule over all the good elves!
I'm an evil human king.
No more peace for you!
I'm King Korin.
I can defeat any monster!
You can't defeat me.
I'm the giant dragon of bad luck!
I'm Tathas.
Nobody can see me.
But I'm the million-eyed guard!
I'm Tathas.
I'll steal all your money for my family!
You can't.
I'm a giant dragon and I ate my gold!
I'm Blargha!
You can't defeat me!
I'm the giant dragon of badness.
Even the Maker can't save you, Blargha!
I'm Blargha, mightiest of elf warriors!
I'm all the evil men in the world. <desc>Laughs</desc>
I'm going to kill you and take your castle!
You can't.
I turned into a dragon!
I've got the barbarian army with me!
I'm a mage, a dragon, and the evil king!
I'm Andraste.
The Maker brought me back and made me into a giant to stomp you!
Andraste can't be a giant!
Can, too!
I'm the puppet king.
I have a million, million knights!
I'm King Maric!
You are dead, dead, dead!
That's why I was paying you.
To put yourself in harm's way.
And I was clear that no one, not one rotten bastard, was supposed to die.
But I know how the heat of battle can get.
Thanks for trying to help.
Let's get to the Pearl and clean up, men.
I still want my reward.
You're fresh out a fight.
Your blood may still be a little heated.
So I'll overlook that.
Your offer to help has resulted in lives lost--the teyrn's own "soldiers."
And <emp>I</emp> didn't want to answer to the bloody captain of the guard.
More blood will be spilt. <act>Attack</act>
What?
Men, defend yourselves!
Looks like we both wanted something different.
<emp>Nobody</emp> gives orders to my men but me.
A little lesson in respect is in order.
Turn around and walk, stranger.
This affair is for White Falcons only.
We're the toughest, meanest, and <emp>loudest</emp> mercenary band from the Free Marches.
If you haven't heard of us yet, you will soon.
Now get out.
Get a load of this guard.
You're telling <emp>us</emp> what to do?
Ehh... you have a point there.
Men, let's clear out.
Don't... don't want to get on Loghain's bad side, do we?
Who or what are the White Falcons?
Time to close shop.
Before there's trouble.
By order of the guard, vacate the premises.
Nobles want solid, reliable soldiers.
Not riffraff.
That's <emp>exactly</emp> what I'm telling you to do.
Now go.
The festivities are over. <act>Attack</act>
You... you aren't no common guard.
You're with Arl Howe, aren't you?
Men, let's clear out.
That supposed to scare me?
The Falcons get to hunt.
Everybody, look sharp.
Here they live in a walled-off community known as the Alienage, working as servants and laborers when they can.
I don't want any more of your "help."
Good to see you back.
I've got complaints in the Gnawed Noble Tavern that some mercenaries have "invaded."
Nothing violent has happened; the sellswords are probably just disturbing the nobles' rarified conversation.
Need any more help?
Noble Estate
Alimar's Emporium
Slums House
Is someone there?
Maker's blessing to you, child.
Be not afraid.
I still have some sight to see you by.
I appreciate your candor--most stare.
Or worse, the awkward silence.
I am a templar.
I lost my sight in a battle with a powerful maleficar.
He called flame from the air and burned my face.
The scars have healed, but my sight will never recover.
What happened to your eyes?
Don't be.
Many of my brethren died in that battle.
They are mages who have forsaken the tower.
Usually blood mages--that is, mages that consort with demons.
They're a foul lot, and it's my holy duty to root them out and destroy them.
We'd heard rumors that there's an enclave of maleficarum hidden in the Alienage.
Sadly, not any more.
But I have years of hard-won experience.
What's a maleficar?
Are you in any condition to fight maleficarum?
It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
I am Ser Otto.
Often the chase is as difficult as the resolution.
So I do the Maker's work in whatever way I can.
I have found no evidence of maleficarum in the Alienage.
However, there <emp>is</emp> something else.
This place...
It's scarred, like me.
When I came here, I immediately could feel an air of.... hopelessness, despair.
But over time, I've felt the wrongness runs far deeper than that.
I don't know.
But the feeling of wrongness never wanes, and so I attempt to puzzle it out.
I don't suppose I could impose upon you?
I have other matters to attend to.
Have you found anything?
I didn't mean to cause any discomfort.
People are usually curious, even if they don't voice it.
That was a little too much information.
What's a templar doing here?
That's because I'm not.
You don't sound very certain.
I feel something, too.
Unless I'm very much mistaken, you're a templar, too.
Yes?
That confirms it. <emp>Something</emp> is wrong here.
Perhaps later.
When you have more time, that is.
I'll gladly help.
I'm busy right now.
It's you again.
Do you have time to help me now?
It took patience, but some elves opened up to me and I've heard their sad tales.
But I've found no real evidence to support my fears.
Ears alone have done all they can.
I was hoping you could be my eyes.
Look around the Alienage for anything out of the ordinary.
I don't know.
I have a feeling that there is something to be found, though.
What should I look for?
Sometimes the doing is its own reward.
I'm a poor templar with little to offer.
But anyone who helps me will earn my thanks and my prayers.
Any reward for helping?
None.
I thank you for humoring me on this.
If I am wrong, I will rightly feel the fool.
You seem capable.
I have hope that you will find what I seek.
Maker watch over you, child.
Any idea where I should start my search?
What have you found?
It's... you.
We've talked before.
I hope your matters were resolved satisfactorily.
I am Ser Otto.
What are you doing here in the Alienage?
If you don't, I understand, of course.
I'm still busy.
<desc>This pool of blood is still damp.
Besides the coppery smell of blood, you also pick up the faint scent of bad eggs.</desc>
<desc>This is the corpse of a rabid dog.
It looks like he was skewered with a spear.</desc>
<desc>Nobody has cleaned up the body, and it appears to have been dead for some time.</desc>
The house has eyes... but grandma calls...
What's a girl to do.
Have to be a good girl, but <emp>have</emp> to avoid the bad men.
You're not one of the bad men, are you?
I just want to make grandma happy.
<desc>Mumbles</desc>
The house men--they came the night of shouting.
All of us orphans were in there.
Then the blood--oh, the blood.
Still bleeding.
Poor animals, poor us.
Never met her, but she protected me.
But I lost her amulet...
Grandma, make the voices go away!
Bad men?
Who's your grandmother?
You don't seem quite right in the head, lady.
I'm just going to leave.
So many died...
So many.
The orphanage is all dead now.
The dogs hear the bad men, too.
They make the dogs so confused, so angry.
Poor little pups barking at the noise.
Make them stop!
Everything and nothing.
They thirst for blood, more blood.
The bad men in the house.
My head is right where I left it, ser.
It's on my neck.
You're talking about the riots?
What about the animals?
What do the voices say?
No, ser, no ser indeed.
Don't go into the orphanage; the bad men will take you, too!
Who are the bad men?
Avoid the house, ser.
The bad men are there!
Pools of blood that smell of rotten eggs.
There's a dead rabid dog in the alley.
A beggar said there were "bad men" in the orphanage.
One of the dogs went feral.
I'll keep looking.
There's been no fighting in the Alienage recently...
Which means the blood is not congealing.
I suppose there could be some explanation for it...
I'll report that at once.
I have heard such afflictions can spread--even from a corpse.
I suppose someone may not have known that...
The riot took its toll not only on the body, but on the mind, as well.
I know of whom you speak, although she opened up more to you than me.
Not unprecedented.
I have heard of similar problems throughout Denerim.
One odd thing I am willing to believe--but two is no coincidence.
Let's head to the orphanage.
Both of your clues were near there.
Hmmm...
That's by the orphanage, right?
A sad place.
Did you find anything else?
Are you sure you're up for this?
I am sure your friends can keep me safe.
I have faith in you.
I am sure you can keep me safe.
I have faith in you.
Oh, undoubtedly, but the Maker has blessed me with more than my share of stubbornness.
Let us proceed.
It might be better if I go alone.
Let's go.
The bad men... they are quiet.
They call for blood no more.
It's my grandmother's.
You found it, ser.
May I have it?
I feel...
I feel like a mist is leaving.
Oh thank you, ser.
I have to... to live my life.
Grandma would be very cross with you.
I wonder if more bad men are out there...
Is this amulet yours?
I found it in the orphanage.
<act>Give amulet</act> Here you go.
I think I'll hold onto it.
The bad men were demons.
The... <emp>feeling</emp> is intense here.
This is the right place.
I know not if it's the work of the maleficarum--but there is definitely <emp>evil</emp> here.
You go first; I will follow.
Be careful.
It seems anything can happen.
This.
This is the center of it.
Leave, mortal, you do not belong <emp>here</emp>!
Blessed be the Maker and His prophet Andraste--
Your pathetic Maker is nothing compared to <emp>my glory</emp>!
I command you: show yourself, demon!
Hide in the shadows no more!
You dare to command me?!
Let us see if your precious Maker can protect you now, worm!
We won...
<desc>Coughs</desc> It was good to fight one last time...
We make our own path in life...
Make yours matter, my ch...
At one time, I considered myself quite the warrior, but you accomplished here what I never could.
But... something still isn't right.
I feel there is more to this.
Nearby.
The building next to us.
I can feel it, just on the other side of this wall.
Let us go.
May the Maker shelter his children as we journey into darkness.
You think you are safe?
Though the Golden City has fallen, I have seen your face and your light, I am your--
Save your pedantic Chant for your sermons, templar. <emp>You</emp> have killed my brood.
The Maker compels you; show yourself!
The Maker?
There is <emp>no</emp> Maker.
There is no Golden City.
But there are demons, yesss...
I hear not your blasphemy.
By Andraste and all the Divine after Her, I order you to face me!
You delusional <emp>fool</emp>!
We have done it again.
I feel the darkness receding.
I have seen the work of demon before.
Some maleficarum consort with them.
But the Maker must have guided--
And <emp>now you die</emp>!
My name is Weylon.
I am the assistant of the scholar Brother Genitivi.
This is his house.
All he said before he left was that he would be staying at an inn near Lake Calenhad, investigating something in that area.
What exactly was he investigating?
All actions have consequences.
Perhaps Genitivi brought this on himself.
If I have time I shall search for Brother Genitivi.
Good luck.
May you find the answers you seek.
A callous attitude to have, for a devoted assistant.
I refuse to abandon him, or the knights.
I don't know.
All I discovered from going through his research was that he was staying at the inn.
But you just said that he spoke to you and told you that.
Y-yes, of course he told me, but I also went though his things to see if I could find other clues to his whereabouts.
And I suppose you found no other clues?
Oh, I see.
I suppose I should head to Lake Calenhad.
Genitivi could not see how the search had consumed him.
It was all he thought about.
I hated seeing him like that...
I must stay here and protect his research.
What if someone were to steal it?
Very well.
I will head to the inn immediately.
Why protect something that hurt him as much as you say?
I suppose Brother Genitivi would be upset at that.
I will find Brother Genitivi.
Do not worry.
I may find the time to look into this.
You're just a coward, aren't you?
Yes, yes... he would be.
I am not the adventurous type anyway.
Yes.
That's really the reason.
I'm afraid.
I am just a scholar's assistant.
What do I know of daring rescues?
You on the other hand...
I suppose I will ask him when I see him.
N-no, I didn't.
Everything pointed to the same place.
Because... because it meant something to Genitivi and I respect him.
You're wasting time.
If you insist on going after Brother Genitivi, you should leave as soon as possible.
You said I shouldn't go looking for Genitivi, or the Urn.
I mean, well... you seemed so earnest.
If anyone is to find him, they should do it sooner rather than later.
I...
I'm just his assistant.
I...
I just follow instructions.
Are you sure that's what you meant?
Or do you just not like me asking all these questions?
I suppose I should.
You don't like me asking these questions, do you?
W-what are you doing?
You're not supposed to go in there.
I'm sorry, but that room is not for guests.
It's full of books and papers, and I'd rather they were not disturbed.
I just wanted to explore.
Sorry.
I'll just leave then.
Yes.
Nothing interesting there anyway.
I said no.
Genitivi was a very private person.
No!
Don't touch that door!
Genitivi's research into the Urn?
I'd like to see it.
I'm afraid I have to insist.
You're hiding something.
I want to know what it is.
I will leave the room alone.
I could find more clues to Genitivi's disappearance.
I go where I want.
I won't mess them up.
All right.
I'll leave.
Y-you're back?
For Andraste!
Surprised?
Expected me to be dead?
You tried to kill me.
Who are you?
It does seem that way, doesn't it?
I'll kill you, you scheming rat!
If you live, then my fellows have failed.
I can see their deaths in your eyes.
I knew them well...
My brothers died in the service of Andraste; may She draw their souls to Her and cast yours into oblivion!
I am blessed beyond all men.
I have been chosen to serve Andraste Herself!
I trust you slept well, ser?
Sleep?
I was awake all night fending off rats!
I've never seen such squalor in my life!
Your hotel's about as clean as an elf's ass!
An elf's ass?
As filthy and rotten as one of those knife-eared ne'er-do-wells... <desc>pfaugh</desc>!
I should've gone to the Three Penny Mongrel.
Now send the girl over with an ale, before I lose my temper!
Of course, ser.
Right away ser.
Good day, and welcome to the Spoiled Princess!
Is there something I can get for you?
Is there a Brother Genitivi here? 
Excellent!
We have quite a fine selection at the Spoiled Princess.
Please, take a look.
Have you seen any suspicious activity around your inn?
I'd like a drink.
Why is the inn called The Spoiled Princess?
It was my father's idea.
He ran the inn before me, and he named it for my sister.
She was his little princess.
Princess decided the country was too dull for her, and moved to Denerim. "More glamorous," she said.
Well, she was found murdered, robbed of all the trinkets my father bought her with his hard-earned money.
My father died of shock and heartbreak, Mother stopped eating, and I got the struggling inn.
The name stuck.
That's the story.
Of course.
If there is anything I can get you, just let me know.
Is your inn really that filthy?
Of course not!
We have our girl clean the rooms every day!
And we offer the best service this side of Denerim!
Brother Geni--no... no, of course not.
I've never heard of him.
Are you sure?
Oh, I was told he was staying here.
What about knights from Redcliffe?
Have you seen any?
No, no...
I haven't seen any knights.
I...
I know everyone staying at my inn and I've not heard of this person.
You seem nervous.
Oh, there must've been some mistake.
Why would I be nervous?
Listen, the person you're looking for isn't here.
You should be on your way as soon as possible.
Goodbye and...
Maker turn His gaze on you.
Are you in some trouble?
You can trust me.
Tell me what you're hiding. <emp>Now</emp>.
Thank you for your help.
Nonsense.
Why would I lie to you?
I don't care what he is.
Sounds like you're not telling me everything.
His name is Genitivi.
He's a Chantry scholar.
Th-they're watching me.
I can't speak openly... don't!
Don't look around, and keep your voice down.
They're looking for anyone asking for this Brother Genitivi.
They told me to act like nothing's wrong, and just deny ever having seen the brother, or the knights.
You should be on your guard, and leave quickly.
I don't know what happened to the knights, but I doubt it was anything good.
The knights, yes.
Brother Genitivi, no.
He has never passed this way, but the knights were here asking about him, just as you are.
What can you do?
I-I do what they want because they'll hurt my family.
I have no choice.
Who are these people watching you?
So you have seen them, then.
Is there anything I can do to help you?
Thank you.
I'll be careful.
I can look after myself.
I promise this will be sorted out soon.
No, I am not in any kind of trouble.
If you want ale, wine, or a warm bed for the night, I can help you.
If not, I have nothing else to offer.
I don't care for your tone.
You are upsetting the other customers.
Keep your voice down!
I-I'm afraid.
I have a wife, a three year-old son.
And... they're watching me. 
Of course not.
Why do you ask?
What about the imposter known as Weylon?
Have you seen a Brother Genitivi here?
Why was I sent here?
Tell me what you know!
Have you seen any knights from Redcliffe?
This inn is a trap, isn't it?
You're trying to kill me.
Your master, Weylon, is dead.
I have nothing to do with any of this, I swear!
Who?
I-I don't know who this person is, I swear!
Th-they're listening to us, watching me.
I-I can't speak openly.
Welcome back to the Spoiled Princess.
How may I serve you today?
No, I told you everything I know.
Please stop bringing it up.
I don't want them to know I said anything.
Do you know anything more about the men threatening you?
You... you dealt with them!
Oh Maker, I thought this nightmare would never end!
Thank you so much!
They said they'd kill my wife and son if I said anything about them.
Do you know who they were?
I probably shouldn't ask.
I'm just an innkeeper, trying to make his way through life.
There are some things I don't need to know.
Thank you again.
You'll always be welcome here.
Of course not!
I've been the innkeeper here for years, just ask anyone.
They came in here several weeks ago... just about took over the place.
No, but I'm going to find out.
Are you sure you had nothing to do with this?
They're trying to stop me from finding Andraste's ashes.
At least things will go back to normal now.
I hope.
Andraste's... ashes?
Th-the legend.
Maker's breath!
Leave me, stranger.
We have nothing you'd want.
Please go.
Were you up, were you down,
Chasing rabbits 'round the town.
Come, come, bonny Lynne; tell us, tell us where you've been.
Come, come, bonny Lynne; we've a bed to put you in.
It is soft, it is warm.
It will shelter from the storm.
A mossy stone, a finger bone.
No one knows but Lynne alone.
Dear, dear, bonny Lynne sleeps the peaceful crib within.
Hello there, Warden.
I'm a friend.
I've heard you're putting up the good fight against Loghain and Howe, right?
Good for you.
Maker spit on all those arrogant noble bastards. 
The name is <emp>Slim</emp> Couldry, and if you've heard of me, I've been doing a sad job of it, haven't I?
You're calling me an arrogant bastard, then?
How did you know I'm a Warden?
What did nobles do to you?
You're a noble?
I--uh--didn't know that.
But you're a Warden, and my hope is you'll help us little fellas out.
Besides feasting and holding revels while my family starves, why not much.
In fact, they're beautiful, kind... ahhh callous, wretched, depraved, and Maker-cursed, self-centered bastards!
Sorry about that.
They just need taking down a rung or two.
Your likeness has been shown to some of the guards.
Managed to get a peek at it myself.
I hear a great many things.
And for those who view certain pesky laws as mere nuisances, there's some ripe fruit to be plucked out there.
I can point the way.
All I ask is for a little slice for myself.
My share goes to a good cause.
The poor.
My family.
I've got fifteen cousins.
Fifteen.
Can you imagine?
My uncle must walk around with a permanent bulge.
It's disturbing, that is.
Quite right.
But unless you plan on personally robbing every rat-bastard out there--and bully to you if you do--you won't know which fruit is the most ripe and delicious, eh?
Bloody fruit metaphors, I know.
But opportunity--it should be worth something to you up front.
I'm perfectly capable of robbing people by myself.
And what will you do with your cut?
Well, it was a pleasure meeting you.
Keep sticking it to those pea-brained louses, eh?
I'm rooting for you!
Tell me more.
I'm interested.
I'll pass.
Well, one of my mates noticed your skills--nice piece of work that, uncommon caliber if you don't mind me saying--but I need to know what else you can do.
Ever done bump-and-grabs?
Do much blending in shadows?
Different opportunities for different folk, you know.
I want to know about it all.
Stealth I have covered, but I don't pick pockets.
Ooh, you're multi-talented, are you?
Don't get much of that in these parts.
Since the guard'll hang or skewer you if you get caught, it makes advancement dicey.
Swiping things is my specialty.
More of a second-story man, eh?
So was I back in the day.
The thrill of the hunt--dodging guards, in and out, no one the wiser.
Ahh, the good life.
A respectable talent for robbing those rich bastards blind.
Now that we have that settled.
Just ask away.
One point--I don't like blood much.
Oh, if you ever need to fence something I can help with that.
I sell trinkets, as well.
Call me old fashioned, but the Maker says thou shalt not strangle, decapitate, or what not unless the other fella really had it coming, eh?
I realize sometimes you do what you have to.
But restraint, right?
Good to see you, Warden.
Fighting the good fight, eh?
Come see...
What do you have for sale?
So what are you interested in?
Right you are.
You have a mark for me?
Know of any good places to break in?
I'd like to ask you some questions.
I'll see you later.
I'm more of a man on a mission type.
Chit-chat's boring, if you ask me.
You don't want to know anything about me, and I already know all I need to about you.
Makes for a healthy partnership, eh?
No.
The royal guard would spot you on sight.
The Palace District sits atop a tall mesa--steep cliffs.
Only one way in, and that's how they like it.
Can you help me get into the Palace District?
I've got one.
Should be easy-pickings. 50 silver.
She's wearing bright green--should be easy to spot.
She's got a purse with some of her mistress' ill-gotten gems.
Just relieve her of her purse and then we both come out ahead.
<act>Pay 50 silver</act> Tell me about it.
You already got one.
Let's not get greedy now.
One noble arse at a time.
Good luck, Warden.
You're back, eh?
One lady's maid groped and pilfered.
At least that's how I'd like to <emp>imagine</emp> it happened.
No luck yet, eh?
Keep trying.
You want something else?
A lady's maid is in the marketplace.
I got one.
Better than the last.
One sovereign.
<act>Pay 1 sovereign</act> Who's the mark?
I'll be here when you need me.
I thought you might like this one.
Ser Nancine has a fancy and <emp>expensive</emp> sword.
You're light on coin.
I understand.
I've a large family and all.
Just come back when you have enough.
It's a steep fee.
I understand if you can't afford it.
Just come back later when you have the funds.
Paid for courtesy of her oppressive taxes on her lands.
She's going to be at the Wonders of Thedas soon, no doubt figuring new ways to kick her peasants where it hurts.
This swipe will be tougher--she's got good eyes and stealing a sword from a scabbard isn't easy.
If you can blend in shadows, that might help.
Good hunting to you, Warden.
Once Ser Nancine realizes she's robbed I bet she'll be <emp>furious</emp>.
That's delicious.
Truly well done.
You have time for another?
It is better this way.
Many of the villagers are uncomfortable in the presence of strangers.
Is there a Brother Genitivi here?
Maybe do something else in the city?
Get a drink, visit a brothel, err--whatever Grey Wardens do to pass time.
I'm glad you asked.
It'll cost you three sovereigns.
I know I'm asking a lot, but I <emp>assure</emp> you it's worth it.
We're not stealing from a lass this time.
We're stealing from Bann Darby.
Master Tilver, the bann's silversmith, has been on holiday for the past couple weeks.
But he's in town for the day.
All of his valuable, expensive goods are locked up tight--but he has the key.
He's got two guards with him.
Not the cheap kind, either.
If you can get by them, you should be good.
Luck to you, Warden!
<act>Pay 3 sovereigns</act> Tell me about it.
So you've struck again, eh?
Bann Darby will be foaming at the mouth.
I bet all of those rich louts will be afraid to go out, ha!
I'm not sure if I have anything else handy.
I'm lining something up.
The bleeding perfect mark, it'll be your greatest crime yet!
But so far, the opportunity hasn't presented itself.
If I find a way, I'll let you know.
One more swipe and no one will ever forget it.
I guarantee you'll love it. 6 sovereigns.
There's no way you can top that last heist, Wolf.
You're a legend--the nobles are still afraid to come out of their manors!
I know it's a lot to ask.
But considerable effort went into this.
Teyrn Loghain is out in the field.
I figure you'd like to get back at him, right?
<act>Pay 6 sovereigns</act> This better be worth it.
The teyrn's crown.
Ho, ho!
That's rich.
Word is that his seneschal has been getting the teyrn's crown all nice and sparkly for the Landsmeet.
The seneschal is taking a bit of a rest at the Gnawed Noble Tavern.
He won't be there long.
He has a heavy guard, but if you can make off with the tyrant's own crown--think of the embarrassment!
That's all I know.
I hope it's enough!
You have to admit that was worth every copper you paid me, eh?
They're calling you "The Dark Wolf." What do you think of that?
Ha.
Too bad no one can know; you could get a lot of <emp>action</emp>.
There's nothing more I can offer you like that.
Anything else you fancy?
One place at a time.
Don't want you to get ahead of yourself.
Warden.
You need anything else?
<desc>This altar appears to have been used recently.
A pool of blood remains, running over the sides in dark rivulets.</desc>
I've got a place for you.
Should be easy money for you.
It'll cost one sovereign, though.
I know it's asking a you lot, but I assure you it's worth it.
Lady Sophie is an intimate of Arl Howe... real intimate.
I have a big opportunity for you.
Four sovereigns.
It's a lot to ask, but the pay off is more than worth it.
Arl Howe uses a warehouse in the Market District from time to time.
I have one last job.
A legendary one.
Ho, ho.
A paltry 10 sovereigns is my take.
It cost me a fortune to arrange this.
It's worth it.
Bann Franderel is one of the richest men in the entire kingdom.
<act>Pay 1 sovereign</act> Tell me the details.
<act>Pay 4 sovereigns</act> This better be worth it.
<act>Pay 10 sovereigns</act> So I'm going to be a legend?
I'm following up a lead in the Palace District.
I know you can't get in now... but you never know.
Rumors are flying about the break-in at the Gnawed Noble Tavern.
And for some odd reason no one feels too sorry for that milk-cow Lady Sophie.
They're turning the market upside-down to find the burglar who bested Arl Howe.
But no one's the wiser!
Used for food preparation, perhaps?
I'm just trying to be optimistic.
The other explanation is slightly more disturbing.
I was not expecting to find something so unsettling.
Does meat bleed that much?
I don't think so.
Word is the arl's been dipping into the city's treasury and discreetly moving silver bars to his estate in Highever.
There's a fortune in that warehouse right now.
And if you succeed here, Arl Howe gets a big black eye.
But guards will be everywhere... not those half-arsed dock guardsmen, either.
Generally, I'm opposed to killing--but these are the arl's handpicked hatchet men and stealth's not really an option.
So good luck, I'm rooting for you.
I'm going to work hard to find something worthy of your talent!
I wonder... the Crows often made sacrifices of blood, and it gave them uncanny abilities.
<desc>Licks the altar</desc>
What is it, boy?
Was someone killed here?
Tasty.
She's visiting the country--because that's what rich folk do when the whole bloody kingdom's in danger.
Sorry, they just get me so <emp>angry</emp>.
Ahem.
Her room in the Gnawed Noble Tavern is unattended.
That means her valuables are just there for the taking.
You got the tavern staff to worry about, plus she has hired a guard.
A very over-worked, tired, and bored guard, though.
Just be careful and you should be fine.
Good luck!
Ha!
You interested in more?
I can't believe Bann Franderel fooled me.
His guards almost nabbed you.
I feel like a bloody fool, I do.
Listen, I have to go.
Here's your coin back--I won't take a silver because of the way that went down.
Give me some time and come back.
We'll get our revenge, we will!
If it all works out, it'll make you a <emp>legend</emp>!
Who are you?
You're not from Haven...
I don't have much, but I suppose you can take a look.
This is the shop?
I'd like to trade.
Can you tell me about Haven?
Have you seen a man called Brother Genitivi?
At his grand ball next week he's displaying some of his priceless treasures.
Paintings of old masters, the armaments of the first king of Denerim, and more--oh more.
Mages have put up magical wards, but I've got a route that will bypass that.
Once inside, I've no idea how you'll deal with the guards--but if you do, you'll be rich and infamous.
I can't wait to see what people say!
No...  I've never heard that name.
I'm here to atone.
I did you bad with that last tip.
It can't end like that!
Those noble ponces won't have the last laugh, eh?
You game for one last heist?
It's because of my gaff, isn't it?
Well, we had a good run, then.
You take care.
Give those darkspawn what they deserve.
Us low-born folk are rooting for you!
How much for this tip?
This better go down better than last time.
I've got more important things to do.
Nothing.
You may not make much either.
It's the principle, really.
No bloody trap this time, I'd stake my life on it, and... well, yours, too.
We're stealing the Tears of Andraste.
You care about the history?
Don't know how much of a Chantry-going folk you are.
There aren't many things as holy as the Tears of Andraste.
Legend has it before the Maker spoke to Andraste She despaired at the fate of Her fellows.
Her husband, Maferath--before he became a right bastard--would come to console her.
Tell me about the tears.
I just want to know about the job.
We... we don't get very many visitors.
Why does everyone tell me that like I don't already know it?
What are you doing?
That's private!
<desc>The armor and clothing left on this dismembered man indicate that he was from Redcliffe--one of Arl Eamon's knights.</desc>
Who are you?
They... they've sent you to finish it?
Brother Genitivi?
I'm <FirstName/>.
I'm here to help you.
You're... you're not one of them... thank the Maker.
What do you think?
Weeks of scant food and water, the torture... oh, I've never felt better!
My name is Genitivi.
I am a Chantry scholar and... well, some would say treasure-hunter.
But that was back in the good old days.
I wouldn't be this sarcastic if I needed help.
I read your notes, back in Denerim.
I thought I'd never find you.
Finish what?
Perhaps stealing isn't the right word.
If you have that view--<emp>trust me</emp>--you'll want to do this job.
She would tell him of Her despair, and She'd always shed a single tear.
Every night, he captured each tear in a vial.
A full thirty nights that went on.
Maferath was worried sick.
But that belongs to the Chantry!
On second thought, I don't need a history lesson.
On the thirtieth night the vial was full and when dawn came that's when Andraste saw Her first vision of the Maker.
Some of that story isn't in the Chant of Light, but it's been passed on for ages.
Everyone agrees that the Tears are a holy relic.
You said I'd want to do this job.
Why?
So who has it now?
Because the Tears of Andraste <emp>do</emp> belong with the Divine and the Chantry.
But they aren't the ones who have it.
Growing up in the Alienage you want to believe in something.
Something that explains the suffering.
I have faith, not everyone does.
They're holy, precious... and wet.
But it's what they symbolize that's important.
You really believe that story, don't you?
Do the Tears do anything?
Bann Franderel's father secretly acquired the genuine Tears of Andraste decades ago.
And his son still has them locked up tight.
The same Franderel that baited that trap.
So I propose you go to his <emp>real</emp> vault.
And rob him blind.
Afterwards, I'll see that the Tears of Andraste are given to the Chantry.
It is, no question about it.
But Franderel's secret vault has other treasures--things a Warden may find useful.
Dashing my hopes, eh?
No matter.
You're saving the kingdom and all.
I just thought...
Well, that rich bastard has things in his vault that you could use.
You sure you're not interested?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Good luck, Warden.
Sincerely.
We've tried under, now we can give over a go.
The rooftops are dense enough that you can jump to the top of the estate.
Then you can go in through the chimney.
Head towards the "vault" area from the last job.
Right before it, there's a wine cellar that's got a secret door.
Go through it and find the <emp>real</emp> vault.
That's all I know.
I'll be waiting for you here!
I'm in.
How do I get in?
I can't spare the time to do this.
I'm certain.
Tell me about the details.
Good luck in Franderel's estate, Warden.
This is the big one!
You did it!
You really did it!
Tomorrow everyone will be talking about this.
Bann Franderel will be humiliated.
Can I have the Tears?
I've arranged an anonymous delivery to the Chantry.
How do I know I can trust you with them?
Here you go.
It better make it there safely.
Can I deliver it myself?
After everything we've been through?
I know I'm a criminal--but I fight the bastards that oppress my people with the skills the Maker gave me.
Trust me, the Chantry will get it.
It will, Warden.
I suppose you could drop it off in the charity box.
I considered that, but I didn't want <emp>anything</emp> to trace the crime back to us.
But you have a more legitimate reason to be there than I.
It's been an honor.
I wonder if history will ever know the full story of what we've done.
Good luck!
Just sauntered up there and dropped it off.
Ha, very brazen of you.
So the matter is closed!
Truly, it's been a pleasure!
<act>Drop off the Tears yourself</act> I'll deliver them now.
Me.
Finish me off. 
No.
I'm here to rescue you.
I have nothing to do with these villagers.
Would you like me to?
So you won't help an old man just because he's a little abrasive?
I see.
What?
You think I'm sitting on this cold floor for my health? <desc>Coughs</desc> Sorry.
I shouldn't be taking it out on you.
This isn't your fault.
Well, do you need my help or not?
Here we are.
Give me the medallion, and let's see if I remember.
"The Maker's gaze has fallen on Andraste's final resting place.
He weeps for His Beloved, and His wrath at Her betrayers endures."
Ah, poor Weylon...
I should never have dragged you into this...
Maker take you into His hands, my boy.
I thought I'd stay calm, but finally seeing you has made me...
Well, let's just say I'm not calm.
I thought I'd stay calm, but now we've met...
Let's just say I'm not calm.
Humbly, we come before the Holy and Beloved.
This sacred duty is given to us alone; rejoice, my brethren, and prepare your hearts to receive Her.
Blessed fire cleanse and consecrate our souls: Make us worthy.
Lift up your voices, and despair not, for She will raise Her faithful servants to glory when Her--
If you find the Urn, you will return to Denerim to tell me about it, won't you?
I would dearly love to hear about it.
"Only the faithful shall lay eyes on the Sacred Ashes; death and misfortune await the unbeliever."
Yes... you see, it can be manipulated, just like this...
It was designed to protect the Urn from those who would steal it, or do harm to it--namely, the Tevinter Imperium.
The Maker?
The Maker is here?
Over time the temple has grown, halls winding through the very rock from foot to summit, till the mountain itself became a celebration of Andraste and Her life.
I'm not sure.
The legends were never very specific on that point.
I would hope not.
And if the legends speak truly, you will never reach the Urn with malice in your heart.
What sort of dangers are we talking about here?
I don't intend to harm the Urn.
I have no choice.
The arl needs the Ashes.
Did I fall to my knees in front of it and weep?
No.
Did I discover its location?
Yes.
Did you find the Urn?
Alms?
Alms for a man who can no longer work?
Show a bit of charity this day?
Anyway, that can be discussed once we actually have the Ashes and the arl is better.
I suppose that's possible.
If it doesn't work, we'll find another way.
It is Andraste.
Her compassion for others lives on.
I expected you would say something like that.
So it is the wrath of the Maker that strikes men down?
Your legends are nothing but a jumble of superstitions.
That is what the legend says, and the Maker may indeed watch this place.
Read between the lines, however, and you'll understand that it is merely a simple truth draped in hyperbole and metaphor.
After all, no one wants to hear: "Willy toiled for many a year to perfect the curious mechanisms that would send a sharpened spike up the arse of the unwary intruder."
Traps then?
Oh, that sounds pleasant.
What I would give to have seen this hall in all its splendor, as it was meant to be...
You need to stay alert now, Brother.
Still, sweep away the ice and the snow, and traces of beauty remain.
I'm sorry... what?
I was a little distracted.
I apologize.
We can't afford to linger.
Yes, yes... get moving, you old geezer.
These carvings were created just after Andraste's death, and they may reveal things about Her life that we do not yet know&
But I can't wait for you.
You want to stay here?
Is it safe?
I think I need more time to study these statues and carvings.
I could not keep up with you with my injuries.
I should be safe; I don't think there are any villagers here.
That might keep you out of trouble for a bit.
You're back!
Have you reached the Urn?
The reborn Andraste is a high dragon.
A what?
They... they believe Andraste has been reborn as a dragon?
Maker's breath.
I don't know if I should laugh or cry.
The villagers are trying to protect her and her children.
Do you know anything about wraiths protecting the Ashes?
Have you heard anything about a Guardian of the Ashes?
Mm... now, I need something to write on....
All right then.
Good luck!
There was a passage in one of the books I read... how some of Andraste's followers gave their lives to the fire, to become Her eternal guardians.
Isn't that beautiful?
Er, in a morbid sort of way, I suppose.
No... nothing I've read has mentioned this.
What do you know about this Guardian?
He must draw his power from the Urn then.
Curious...
He guards the Urn itself, and cannot be slain.
Defiler!
You have disturbed the slumber of the children!
Come no closer!
You have defiled our temple.
You have spilled the blood of the faithful, and slaughtered our young.
The Ashes you seek reside atop this mountain, watched by an immortal guardian who refuses to accept the truth of the risen Lady.
Now the Ashes prevent holy Andraste from fully realizing Her new form.
They are a remnant of Her past incarnation, and She cannot move on as long as they exist.
Blood carries power, strength, knowledge.
Through it, all the power that is held in the Ashes will be returned to our Lady.
Just get to the part about me helping you.
So... what?
You want to toss them out a window?
The Beloved needs to reclaim the Ashes, to make them Her own again.
All it would take is a drop of Her blood.
The Guardian has foiled all our attempts to reach the Urn.
He keeps what power remains from the true Andraste.
He knows the Disciples, and we cannot touch him, for he draws his strength from the Ashes themselves.
But you could deliver our Lady what is rightfully Hers.
I speak not of destruction.
Why have you not done this then?
What makes you think I can do this?
And won't the Guardian know me as well?
What exactly will I have to do?
What sort of reward?
Many have been led here, but only you had the fortitude and skill to survive the temple.
You were led here by Andraste's hand to do Her work.
The task is simple: I give you a vial of the holy Andraste's blood, and you empty the vial into the Ashes.
Whatever magic was held in the Ashes will be undone... and our great Lady will be freed from the shackles of Her past life.
No.
He waits for pilgrims to come venerate the Urn.
He will assume that you are one of these.
Once that is done, you will have earned your place as our honored sister.
Once that is done, you will have earned your place as our honored brother.
You will gain the right to the power of the dragon, the power of risen Andraste Herself.
Could you be more specific about this knowledge?
Very well...
I will do as you ask.
Putting blood in the Ashes sounds like a bad idea.
No, I cannot befoul the most holy relic in Thedas.
There is... a great power contained in blood.
Through Andraste's guidance, we have learned to harness it.
It can be yours in exchange for a trivial task--a vial of blood, emptied into the Urn.
That is all I ask.
This is blood magic.
It is forbidden.
No, this feels wrong.
I believe we can work together, Kolgrim.
All right.
I shall do as you ask.
This goes against all I know is right.
I must refuse.
Take this--the blood of the dragon.
You know what you must do.
Now, I shall beseech the holy Andraste to let you pass safely into the Inner Sanctum.
I will not make this offer again.
What exactly must I do?
"Andraste" the dragon has children?
Little dragon children, I suppose?
This doesn't strike them as strange?
It can't be true, can it?
They say she has become like the Old Gods.
I am inclined to say no, though one never knows for sure.
We have to consider the possibility that whoever started this was simply delusional.
But the Old Gods were liars and deceivers.
Maker's breath.
A dragon, of all things.
I suppose you shall have to.
That's good.
Being eaten is generally not a goal one should aspire to.
Do not think too much on it.
When the time comes, you will know.
I shall have to look further into this.
I'm afraid to face this dragon.
But what if it's true?
What should I do?
This belief is evil.
I agree.
But how are we to deal with this?
I see.
Whatever you do, I hope you can live with it.
I do not know yet.
I would leave them in peace, if I could.
They have to die for their heresy.
What would happen if blood were put in the Ashes?
Is this one of those random hypothetical questions?
If so, it is very random, and I hope, very hypothetical.
Mixing blood with the Ashes would be very, very bad.
At best, it would be a sign of disrespect.
And at worst it would be the gravest act of defilement possible, at least in the eyes of this Chantry scholar.
But what would happen?
The leader of these people intends to befoul the Ashes.
But if they are just Ashes, what harm could be done?
For generations, your family, the Couslands, has stewarded the lands of Highever, earning the loyalty of your people with justice and temperance.
When your country was occupied by the Orlesian Empire, your father and grandfather served the embattled kings of your land.
Today, your elder brother takes up House Cousland's banner in service to the Crown--not against the men of Orlais, but against the bestial darkspawn rising in the south.
You're just in time.
I found these... <emp>humans</emp> lurking in the bushes.
Bandits, no doubt.
We aren't bandits, I swear!
Please don't hurt us!
You shemlen are pathetic.
It's hard to believe you ever drove us from our homeland.
W-we've never done nothing to you Dalish!
We didn't even know this forest was yours!
This forest isn't ours, fool.
You've stumbled too close to our camp.
You shems are like vermin--we can't trust you not to make mischief.
What do you say, lethallan?
What should we do with them?
What do you say, lethallin?
What should we do with them?
I like the sound of that.
Anything to say in your defense, shems?
L-look... we didn't come here to be trouble.
We just found a cave...
Yes, a cave!
With ruins like I've never seen!
We thought there might be, uh...
Treasure.
So you're more akin to thieves than actual bandits.
I...
I have proof!
Here... we found this just inside the entrance.
This stone has carvings...
Is this elvish? <emp>Written</emp> elvish?
There's more in the ruins!
We didn't get very far in, though...
A trap?
We didn't even know you elves were here!
We-we were just trying to find the treasure!
And this is all you found?
Why didn't you look for more?
I've seen something similar on the keeper's scrolls... 
There was a demon!
It was huge, with black eyes!
Thank the Maker we were able to out-run it!
<desc>Scoffs</desc> A demon?
Where is this cave?
Just off to the west, I think.
There's a cave in the rock face, and a huge hole just inside.
Yes, one could expect no less from a shem.
This will not take long...
No!
No, wait!
You... you can't do this!!
Run along then, shems... and don't come back until we Dalish have moved on.
Of course!
Thank you!
Thank you!
Well?
Do you trust them?
Shall we let them go?
So would I.
I've never heard of ruins in these parts.
Letting them go might bring more of them.
You are too soft.
Does it matter?
Hunting or banditry, we'll need to move camp if we let them live.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> You are too soft.
How many injustices must our people suffer before you resent them properly?
Well, shall we see if there's any truth to their story?
These carvings make me curious.
Skittish shems say it's a demon and you believe them?
They probably woke up a bear.
Let's see if these ruins actually exist.
Then we'll worry about what to do.
She might be interested in these carvings, but let's see if there's anything more before we get excited.
Besides, we're already here.
Now, they said it was to the west...
And if we find anything, the keeper will want to know.
Come on, already.
Let's look for this cave.
They said it was to the west.
This must be the cave.
I don't recall seeing this before, do you?
Always the careful one.
Fine, but I'm not running back until I know there's something worth making a fuss over.
There's nobody else here.
And I'm not running back for help unless there's something worth making a fuss over.
Come on, let's at least see what's there.
How dangerous could it be?
My thoughts exactly.
With luck, we'll find something that will make us clan heroes!
It... looks like the shem <emp>was</emp> telling the truth.
But these ruins look more human than elven.
This place makes me nervous.
Lead on, lethallin.
Lead on, lethallan.
I'm no storyteller.
All I remember of the hahren's tales is that a veil separates our world from the spirit world.
He said that spirits are jealous of us, and always try to steal our souls.
They want to be like us so badly they'll even possess our dead, which drives them insane.
But for them to enter our world, the Veil must be weak.
Is that why this place feels so strange?
Say what you will, but those walking corpses were real enough.
I doubt it would be that easy.
More likely, we'd get possessed too.
Neither do I.
Hahren Paivel once said that in places where many people died, it can become setheneran--a land of waking dreams.
The Veil becomes weak and spirits slip into our world.
Then they possess corpses and walk around. <desc>Shudders</desc>
Mmm, no.
This place must have been important for so many to have died here.
I'm curious...
Let's press on...
I want to know how our people were involved with this.
It's hard to imagine anything else could live here with these... creatures.
Still, worse things may be ahead.
This place reeks of something... wrong.
Can you feel it?
There's certainly enough bones...
Maybe nobody was left to bury them.
I saw a picture of it in one of those old books the keeper never lets anyone touch.
It was one of the old gods.
The keeper called him a "friend of the dead."
It's said that the old ones never truly died; they just went somewhere and... slept forever.
And this god would come to guide their spirits away.
But he wasn't an evil god, not like Fen'Harel--the Great Wolf.
It doesn't seem right that a place so... wrong... would be his.
Maybe if you'd paid more attention when we were fledglings, you'd know yourself.
He was some sort of guide who took people to their final rest in the Beyond.
He didn't bring them back.
He was a guide who took people across the spirit land to their final rest in the Beyond.
I suppose so... hey, weren't you supposed to be assisting Master Varathorn today?
How did you end up coming with me?
Typical.
What did you do?
Never mind...
I can just imagine.
Let's just find whatever's here and get out.
We can talk later.
Wanted to?
Or were sent to?
Never mind...
I can guess.
I... thought that might be the case.
I'm glad.
I've never known anyone so eager to wander.
I bet you'll end up a flat-ear someday, living in the cities like a shem.
Me too, even if you are a better hunter than I am.
Aren't you curious?
We could be discovering our history.
Minstrels will write songs about us!
If I were to bring some valuable ancestral artifact back to the keeper, she might forgive me for... well, you know.
And you get into far too little... which is probably why the keeper sent you with me.
At any rate, I wasn't expecting this place to... feel quite like this.
Maybe this wasn't the best idea...
Because I was caught and wouldn't give up any names. <emp>Of course</emp> she was angry with me.
Of course.
You know I'd do anything for you.
I'm not sure.
This looks like a very old human place.
Why did the they build this?
And why would elven artifacts be here?
Maybe some of our ancestors lived here, in caves like the dwarves.
I'll stick to roaming the land, myself.
She takes any opportunity to gather elven lore.
When the clans come together, they exchange whatever they've found.
She shouldn't come without hunters to guard her, though.
The air here feels so... sinister.
Well, whatever it is, it... it won't stop me.
A Dalish hunter fears nothing!
The keeper said it took a long time for slavery to erase our ancestors' history.
Maybe whoever lived here still wrote and spoke elven.
It does feel... sinister here, doesn't it?
I don't know.
I have this odd sensation that we've... disturbed something.
Like we just walked into a dragon's lair.
By the Creators!
What... what <emp>was</emp> that thing?!
It's beautiful, isn't it?
I wonder what the writing says.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> Not that we'd leave a fingerprint on it... see how clean it is?
Not a single smudge or crack.
Maybe, but she's not here to help us.
Odd that it isn't broken like everything else, especially with that bear lumbering around in here.
You aren't going to leave without taking a closer look at the mirror, are you?
I will.
This is the only thing we've seen here that isn't broken.
I wonder what this writing is for?
Maybe this isn't--hey, did you see that?
I think something moved inside the mirror.
No, it was right there.
Wait--there it is again!
Can you feel that?
I think it knows we're here.
I just need to take a closer look...
Hold on, I just want to know what it is.
Don't you see it?
There it is again!
Look!
Don't you see it?
There it is again!
It sat here for who knows how many centuries--what could be so dangerous?
Don't worry; I won't break it.
I want to look at it now.
It's the only thing we've seen in here that isn't broken.
Were those walking corpses?
This place is haunted!
Kill them--what do I care?
The others will never know.
We know this forest.
There are caves, but no ruins.
You lie.
This sounds like a trap.
Don't believe it.
How do you know that's elvish, Tamlen?
So they can bring a mob to drive us out?
Kill them all.
Kill one.
The others will make sure no one else comes.
You've frightened them enough.
They won't bother us.
If you've been there, you should have treasure to prove it.
Ha!
I'd like to see these ruins.
Give them a warning.
Killing them will only bring trouble.
Let's find out what they're doing here.
Let them go.
You judge humans too harshly.
I'm not sure...
I have a bad feeling about this "demon."
Shouldn't we inform the keeper?
Sounds like a good idea.
No, and that worries me.
We should be wary.
No, and I don't think we should go in alone.
No, I don't.
Let's check it out.
You said something about a veil?
You believe that superstitious nonsense?
If they show themselves, we'll kill them too.
I don't like that idea.
How could walking corpses be here?
Do you want to turn around?
Maybe this is the "demon" the humans saw.
You think many elves died here?
How did you know all that about the statue?
Perhaps this place is a tomb.
Is that all you remember?
Then it's no coincidence there are walking dead here.
Maybe this was a place of worship.
"Friend of the dead?" What does that mean?
So talk, if that will calm you down.
Actually, it's a punishment.
I wanted to keep you out of trouble.
I wanted to be with you, of course.
You know me.
I get away from camp whenever I can.
I got out of it.
I prefer to hunt.
Why did you want to come down here so badly?
I'm just worried about the danger here.
I <emp>am</emp> curious.
You aren't fooling me, Tamlen.
You get into far too much trouble, Tamlen.
We were both brawling.
I don't see why you got punished.
Thank you for covering for me, by the way.
What do you think all this is?
Do you think the keeper will want to come here?
More likely the elves here were slaves.
This doesn't feel like anyone's home.
"Do not touch the glass?"
The keeper might be able to translate it.
Stand back.
We can't be sure it's safe.
If you're so eager to look at it, go ahead.
Get away from it, Tamlen...
Inside the mirror?
Let me see.
I don't trust it, and neither should you.
I'll come back and look at it later.
By the Creators, it is so good to see you whole and well.
I was so worried!
Hmph.
I've raised you since your poor mother died and that's how you speak to me?
I've been outside the keeper's tent the whole time.
I have never been so relieved as when I heard you would pull through!
What happened?
Everyone says Tamlen may be dead!
That's awful.
He's been a good friend to you since you were fledglings.
You must be more careful.
Your mother and father, may they rest in peace, would be horrified to see you take such risks.
Of course.
Try to make the evening meal, will you?
You're nothing but skin and bones.
It's true!
Your mother was... well, let's not talk about that.
I'm sure you have plenty on your mind.
What happened to them is a sad tale, and it's in the past.
Reopening old wounds benefits no one.
You've much to do tonight with Tamlen still missing.
I will tell you another time.
True.
Perhaps you're old enough to hear this, though it... hardly seems like the right time.
Very well.
If I do not tell you now, you'll only wonder.
Your mother was a hunter--one of the finest.
And your father was the keeper before Marethari.
He was with us for a very long time.
Your mother was from another clan, and her elders did not approve of the match.
She and your father had to meet in secret.
One day, bandits caught them alone in the forest.
Your father was killed, but your mother escaped.
Yes, but also city elves, too.
Those of our kind living with humans do not hold to the old ways.
Your mother held to life long enough to give birth to you, but grief wracked her heart.
One night, she... she simply walked into the moonlight and never returned.
The clan decided not to discuss this around you, lest it poison your heart with sadness.
Our people have learned to live with much sorrow; it seemed only right that we not dwell on it.
Your mother did leave you a gift, something of your father's for you to have once you were older.
Perhaps the time has come...
Take this key.
You'll see some chests behind the storage aravel by the halla pen.
One of them was your mother's.
Its contents are yours, if you wish.
I was waiting for the right time, until you were grown.
But you are grown now, aren't you?
Don't say that.
This is part of your heritage.
<desc>Sigh</desc> You judge too harshly.
Perhaps you'll feel differently once <emp>you've</emp> been in love.
She just... couldn't carry on without your father.
That's awful.
I know how much you and the lad care for each other.
It was always my hope that you two... well, let's not dwell on it.
I can't help it, dear.
I've raised you since your poor mother died.
All that time you were ill, the keeper didn't know if you were going to live or die!
Everyone fears Tamlen is dead.
Is it true? 
Yes, my dear?
That's sweet of you.
I do hope you find Tamlen soon.
That's sweet of you.
Don't get into too much trouble.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Thank the Creators you're safe!
I questioned the keeper's wisdom at sending you off while you're still sick, but my doubts were misplaced.
You are still feeling well, dear?
I've been so worried since that shemlen brought you back.
Tamlen isn't with you.
Is it as everyone fears?
I understand.
It's such a terrible thing, the poor dear.
Please, take care of yourself and get better.
We can't bear to lose anyone else.
I will see you soon, my dear.
You make me very proud.
As you always say.
But you can't help anyone if you're dead, can you?
Uh, that's good.
I thought the shemlen's arrival was a bad omen, but perhaps I was wrong.
Oh, poor dear.
This is horrible news!
Enough, Ashalle!
I don't need to be mothered by you anymore.
He's missing.
That's all we know right now.
You always say that.
You've never spoken of my parents much, Ashalle.
Perhaps you're right.
I should go.
Don't we Dalish strive to learn of our past?
Is there ever a good time?
Humans killed my father?
No, I understand.
You should have told me!
I can't believe I've never heard this tale.
Oh?
Where is it?
You only remember this now?
I'm not sure that I want it.
That was a foolish and weak thing to do.
My mother abandoned me?
They may be right.
I shouldn't say, just yet.
You really shouldn't worry so much about me.
Aneth ara, Ashalle.
It's good to see you, too.
I don't want to talk about it.
If he isn't, he's as good as dead.
It's true.
He's gone.
Nothing.
I should go.
Can I convince you to tell me about my parents?
Why have you never spoken of my parents much?
Yes, yes.
I think I need to go.
I understand, Ashalle.
It's my duty to protect the clan first.
The Grey Warden knows a cure for my illness.
We never found his body.
If he isn't dead, he might as well be.
Yes, he's gone.
I miss Tamlen!
I want him to come home.
Why do we have to leave again?
We're always going somewhere.
Why can't I go to the shem city?
Is Tamlen dead?
Everybody says he's not coming back.
When I grow up, I want to be just like you!
I'm glad you survived.
Losing two of our young would be a great blow to the clan.
Why would the keeper call for a move so early?
We were not expecting to leave for weeks.
Are you going to help look for Tamlen?
Poor boy, lost somewhere out there!
Thank the Creators!
We were sure we'd lose you last night!
It is time for the clan to move.
This accursed place has brought us no good.
This is a sad day.
We mourn those passing into the Beyond.
Where is Tamlen?
Is it as we suspected?
Again, the Grey Warden returns.
This seems an ill omen.
You're awake!
You've the gods' own luck, lethallin.
You're awake!
You've the gods' own luck, lethallan.
You're back at camp.
Everyone is worried sick about you.
How do you feel?
We don't know.
The shem who brought you here saw no sign of him.
A shem brought you back two days ago.
You don't remember him?
He was a Grey Warden and appeared out of nowhere with you slung over his shoulder.
You were delirious with fever.
He said that he found you outside a cave in the forest, unconscious and alone.
He left you here and ran off again.
The keeper's been using the old magic to heal you.
I think so.
The keeper wants to talk to you, so you can ask her yourself.
I'll get her.
So he claimed.
I just wish he'd told us where that cave was.
Most of the hunters are looking for it right now.
Of course!
Most of the hunters are off looking for him right now.
But the keeper wanted to talk to you as soon as you awoke.
Stay here--I'll get her.
She wants to talk to you too.
Stay here--I'll get her.
Oh...
The keeper's not going to like that.
But I doubt those shems have anything to do with the one who found you.
I doubt you could have driven this one off.
We thought you would die.
The shem who brought you here said there wasn't much hope.
Seems he was wrong.
Is the keeper sending you back to that cave to look for Tamlen?
Yes.
The clan's been talking about it since that Grey Warden brought you back.
I want to go with you.
Keeper Marethari probably won't approve, but I can help find Tamlen.
Good.
I'll follow you, just to make sure Merrill doesn't go running to the keeper when you tell her I'm coming.
Tamlen's my friend too!
I want to help find him!
If Merrill can risk it, so can I.
Then ask her!
I'll go with you and we'll ask her together.
She can't say no to both of us!
Good!
Let's go talk to the keeper.
Fine.
I suppose I'd just get you into trouble.
I guess I should be guarding the camp right now, anyhow.
Good luck finding Tamlen.
You have my prayers.
You don't think you'll find him?
I suppose if he's as sick as you were... and all alone...
Have you spoken to Merrill, yet?
She was looking for you.
What?
You're not changing your mind now, are you?
Then let's find Merrill.
I'm ready whenever you are.
Let's not waste any time.
If Tamlen's alive, he needs us.
I'm so glad everyone made it back safely.
Even if that human is back here.
I'm sorry about Tamlen.
It must be hard returning empty-handed.
I wish we could have found Tamlen.
If those creatures... oh, I can't bear to think about that.
Why do you think the Grey Warden won't tell you about this cure?
It seems rather cruel to withhold it.
Keeper Marethari won't let him withhold it.
I say we get your cure, move the clan north, and put this all behind us.
Have you talked to the keeper and the Grey Warden yet?
I wonder what's going to happen.
Worried.
Where is Tamlen?
There was a human?
How did I get here, Fenarel?
I don't remember anything.
I was in a cave, then... nothing.
I've been here for two days?!
Will I be all right?
The shemlen was a Grey Warden?
Is anyone looking for Tamlen?
I need to talk to the keeper right away.
We encountered shems in the forest, but we killed them.
We killed a shem in the forest...
We drove off some shems in the forest.
Fine, Fenarel, but a little groggy.
Does everyone know about the cave?
All right, come with us.
It's too dangerous, Fenarel.
I'm only supposed to take Merrill.
I don't think that's a good idea.
I will not disobey the keeper.
Fine.
Come along then.
I suppose I won't stop you, then.
No, I can't take you.
Yes, though I don't know why.
Yes, I'm going with Merrill.
No, of course not.
Yes, I think it's best if you stayed here.
He will tell me soon, or else...
It must be something terrible.
I've no idea.
It's good to see you healthy.
We feared you would perish.
How could Tamlen be lost?
He knows this area well...
That shemlen was a Grey Warden.
They are supposed to be great warriors.
Losing Tamlen would be a bad sign.
He's one of our most promising hunters.
This cave should be destroyed, burned with fire.
It brought us nothing but ill luck.
I know Tamlen was your friend.
We feel your loss.
Why has the Grey Warden returned with you?
We have much to do before we can travel.
I'm glad you've recovered.
Once we find Tamlen, we can concentrate on the journey northward.
Thank you for the bow, Master Ilen.
It is light and sturdy... much better than the one I made last year.
You are more than welcome.
My father made it and used it in battle against the Clayne tribes.
I will carry it with honor.
May the Creators guide your path.
Of course.
Take whatever you need.
We are all the same clan.
His hand is as my hand.
I have relinquished nothing.
It was my father who first spoke of the Vir Tanadhal--the Three Ways of the Hunter.
The second is the Vir Bor'assan--the Way of the Bow: to bend, but not to break.
All Dalish are united in this: One day we shall have a homeland again.
One of my own crafting, perhaps?
Then I will keep my crafts for those who need them.
It may not have a history, but you'll provide one for it soon enough, yes?
Then I am proud to tell it.
Our clan was one of the first to flee the Dales.
When we came to Ferelden, the fiercest of the shemlen were the barbarians known as the Clayne.
We didn't wait for them to attack us.
Every Dalish clan in Ferelden united to bring the battle to them.
In Ferelden, in Orlais, wherever there are wild lands the humans cannot hold, we bring our aravels.
You met some at the last Gathering.
The ensuing battle went well for us.
That day, we carved out our reputation of being the deadliest archers.
Our arrows won us the right to wander these woods at will.
It was this very bow that my father used that day.
Thank you for the tale, Master Ilen... and especially the bow.
I will honor its history.
They were barbarians without honor.
They would have slain us without a second thought.
Ah, back again?
I am glad to see you well, da'len, though you bring sorry news.
Should our clan sustain no further losses, we'll count ourselves lucky.
I see you have not returned with young Tamlen.
Are we to assume the worst?
If he is as sick as you were, I wonder.
Sadly, it seems we will be leaving him behind soon regardless.
I know you and Tamlen were friends.
My condolences on your loss.
I know you and Tamlen were... very close, da'len.
This must be difficult, indeed.
A sad day for our clan.
Blessed Creators, guide him into the Beyond.
May I see your crafts, Master Ilen?
Why would you relinquish such a relic?
Could I ask you for a bow as well, Master Ilen?
No, maybe not.
Why would you give away your father's bow?
I would like to hear the story of your father's battle.
Yes.
Thank you.
There are more Dalish clans in Ferelden?
Ha!
Serves the humans right!
Let them fear us!
We attacked them first?
I did not find him, but I don't believe he is dead.
Thank you, Master Ilen.
The Grey Warden says he will not be found.
Yes, he is dead.
Ah, it's good you're well!
You weren't here when Pol arrived, were you?
I've heard of you.
Everyone is talking about you and the other missing hunter.
A Grey Warden brought you back here!
That obvious, is it?
I just found your camp a couple of days ago... a lucky thing.
I heard rumors in a nearby human village that a Dalish camp was close, and I hoped to find your hunters in the forest.
You were fortunate I didn't shoot you, Pol.
I thought you were a shem, and a bandit at that.
You're not the first city elf to rejoin his people.
I'm sure you'll find life among us more satisfying than with the shems, if no less harsh.
In the Alienage, we hear terrible stories about the Dalish.
They... aren't true, right?
Thank you.
The clan has been very kind and welcoming.
I never expected it to be like this.
I'll do my best.
I hope they... we... find your missing friend very soon.
<desc>Laughs</desc> That's funny!
It's... it <emp>is</emp> funny, right?
You don't actually do that?
Only from stories I heard back in the Alienage in Denerim.
I hope you find him soon.
Pol is a "flat-ear".
He arrived here a few days ago from the human lands.
I'm training Pol.
He'll have to learn how to handle that bow quickly.
You're not Dalish, are you?
You've nothing to worry about, Pol.
Just don't be a coward like some and flee.
Prove yourself useful and the clan will be your home.
Only the parts where we sacrifice young elves to the gods.
Do you know about Grey Wardens?
The hunter's name is Tamlen.
I see you are awake, da'len.
It is fortunate Duncan found you when he did... 
I know not what dark power held you, but it nearly bled the life from you.
It was difficult even for my magic to keep you alive.
If he encountered the same thing you did, yes.
The Grey Warden said he found you alone outside a cave, already stricken.
I know only that the Grey Warden found you in front of a strange cave, sick and alone.
Do not worry, da'len.
Even I might have been intrigued enough by such a cave to explore it further.
Duncan thought there may have been darkspawn creatures inside the cave.
Is that true?
Walking corpses?
Dark magic, but not darkspawn.
I know not what the other creatures might have been.
No.
He was more concerned about helping you.
Why he thought there were darkspawn, I don't know.
But Grey Wardens know more about them than anyone.
Like a man, but dark and tainted with evil.
Perhaps you fought one in the cave and it wounded you.
None of them were darkspawn?
Duncan was so certain... 
What else did you find?
What is the last thing you remember?
A mirror?
And it caused all this ?
I have never heard of such a thing in all the lore we have collected.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I was hoping for answers when you woke, but there are only more questions.
And Tamlen remains missing.
He is more important than any lore in these ruins.
If he is as sick as you were, his condition is grave.
Duncan returned to the cave to search for darkspawn, but we cannot rely on him to look for Tamlen as well.
We must go ourselves, and quickly.
Do you feel well enough to show us the way, da'len?
Without you we will not find it.
Few know these forests as well as you and Tamlen, and time is of the essence.
Remember, he has already been out there for two days without the magical aid you received.
Yes, he may very well be.
We can only search and pray, da'len.
You are his last remaining hope.
Your fever broke, and the signs of whatever illness snared you are gone... but truthfully, I don't know if you are free from it or not.
I wish I knew more.
Still, you seem well enough now.
We must watch your condition, but without you we will not find this cave.
I am relieved to hear it.
I am ordering the clan to pack the camp so we can go north.
Take Merrill with you to the cave.
Find Tamlen if you can, but do it swiftly.
Go quickly, for Tamlen's life hangs in the balance.
Master Ilen can help you.
Go to him and ask to see his stock.
When Tamlen's life is at stake?
Oh, very well.
Yes, he introduced himself as a Grey Warden.
They are the best and most noble of all races, da'len.
Few can achieve their standards.
He said he had been looking for our clan and had a hint of our whereabouts.
As I said, you were fortunate.
It is possible he sought a volunteer to join their order.
Indeed.
The Grey Wardens once consisted of the best from all races.
I know of no Dalish joining them since the days of the darkspawn wars, however.
It would be a great honor, though I don't know why any Dalish would choose such a life.
Regardless, he has not asked.
Always eager to wander, hmm?
Joining the Grey Wardens would be a great honor.
But he has not asked.
He seemed honorable, and his care for your safety speaks well of him.
I trust my judgment.
Not quite, da'len.
After they defeated the darkspawn long ago, the Grey Wardens' numbers diminished greatly over the centuries.
It seems the humans have little use for them if darkspawn aren't actively razing their lands.
I suppose the thought of darkspawn returning one day did not occur to them.
The Grey Warden thinks so.
A war may be in the offing.
If so, we must get as far away from it as possible.
Let the humans fight their battles, as we must fight our own.
Remember that Tamlen needs your help.
Then do not tarry.
Find Tamlen, quickly.
Hmm.
The old tomes say darkspawn come in as many varieties as surface creatures.
They also say that many darkspawn are seen only during what the humans call a "Blight".
Perhaps your bear monster was one of those.
They are mostly boogeymen, used to frighten human children.
In modern times, they are rarely seen on surface lands.
But rumor holds that great numbers dwell in the ancient tunnels of the durgen'len-- the dwarves.
They obliterate all that is in their path.
Like a plague of locusts, they spread disease and misery when they come to the surface.
An event to be feared, without doubt.
Darkspawn are filthy, diseased beasts that taint the very air around them.
The Grey Warden seemed to think your illness came from this taint.
Since you did not meet any darkspawn, I don't see how that could be.
No doubt, he was mistaken.
Darkspawn are savage, uncultured creatures.
More akin to locusts, than men.
They may have befouled the cave, but they did not build what is there.
From the Warden's description, it may have been a temple devoted to an old god.
Should we return, I may see it for myself.
They destroyed the last horde of darkspawn to threaten the surface, centuries ago.
It doesn't mean they extinguished them all.
Merrill knows a degree of my magic.
Tamlen's chances of surviving the journey back are greater with her help.
I also wish for Merrill to see this cave and mirror.
She has a sense for these things, and could shed light on the nature of this illness.
You recovered, and Merrill will too.
Still, be careful... should you come upon this strange mirror again, do not touch it.
I would be lying if I said I was not.
But whatever knowledge lies in that cave is not worth our children.
I send you back with hopes of finding Tamlen, and that is all.
If there is any truth to what Duncan said, then darkspawn may show up in these parts soon.
We must get away from that horde.
But that is not our only concern.
Did you encounter any other humans out in the forest?
I see.
Well, a nearby village has taken exception to our presence.
I fear that they will try to drive us out.
So I feared.
You have stirred up a hornet's nest, da'len.
Their village blames us for your actions.
Although you hurt no one, these humans roused their nearby village against us.
As everywhere, our people are not welcome here.
We have stayed too long, and we must move on--quickly.
Our clan could slaughter their entire village if we cared to... but at the cost of bringing their king's rage down on our heads.
These people are simple and have simple fears.
This is their land, so we will go peacefully.
The Grey Wardens are an old and honorable order, da'len, and we Dalish have enough enemies.
Was he correct?
I see you have not left with Merrill yet.
Is there something you need?
Fenarel, are you certain?
I am already putting Merrill at risk; I don't want to lose you too.
I want to help, Keeper.
If we can find Tamlen, it's worth the risk.
Very well, then.
You have my permission.
And thank you for asking for it.
I'm relieved you have returned!
And I did not expect to see you again so soon, Duncan.
I was not expecting to return so soon either, Keeper.
Dare I ask of Tamlen?
What did you find of him?
I see.
Merrill, what about the mirror?
Did you bring anything back?
I can answer that, Keeper.
I destroyed the mirror.
I intended to use it to find a cure for this mysterious illness.
I trust you had good reasons for your actions?
There is much to discuss, Keeper.
I have learned a great deal since I was last here.
Let us speak privately within my aravel then, Duncan.
Da'len, allow me some time to speak with Duncan.
Seek us out at my aravel later, and we can discuss your cure.
Because I must talk to your keeper, first.
It will not take long.
Tell Hahren Paivel what has occurred.
He now has the sad task of preparing a service for the dead.
Follow me, Duncan.
I am eager to hear what you have to say.
Merrill, warn the hunters.
If darkspawn are about, I want the clan prepared.
Ma nuvenin, Keeper.
Right away.
We need more time to discuss matters, da'len.
Please, allow us to talk privately.
Then Tamlen could be sick, as well?
What happened to us?
I kept telling Tamlen that we should have come back!
There were walking corpses and other strange monsters.
Did he not go inside the cave himself and see?
What does a darkspawn look like?
I'm not sure.
What does a darkspawn look like?
The creatures inside were nothing like that.
A mirror.
Tamlen touched it.
Could I simply describe the way to someone?
Tamlen may already be dead.
I don't know.
Is my sickness gone?
Then I am ready to go.
I am up to it, Keeper.
I feel fine.
Take Merrill to the cave and find Tamlen.
I understand.
I need more equipment before I go.
I have questions about this Grey Warden.
I have no more questions about the Grey Warden, Keeper.
Are these Wardens great warriors?
How did he know where to bring me?
Dalish have joined these Grey Wardens before?
What if he asks for one now?
Why did you believe anything this shemlen said?
I thought the Grey Wardens had disappeared.
And have they returned?
Could we not help in the battle?
I am curious about these darkspawn you mentioned.
I have no more questions about the darkspawn, Keeper.
Could that bear-like monster have been a darkspawn?
What is a darkspawn, exactly?
I've never seen one before.
Why did the Grey Warden think I had met a darkspawn?
You think this cave was a darkspawn lair?
Didn't the Grey Wardens destroy the darkspawn long ago?
Why do you want me to take Merrill?
But doesn't Merrill risk getting ill, as well?
Are you not interested in the ruins and the mirror?
The clan is leaving?
None that I can recall.
Yes, actually.
Is it important?
Three of them, but we killed them all.
Three of them.
We killed one as an example.
Three of them.
We drove them off.
You're going to let those shemlen drive us off?
There were many monsters, and dead men that walked.
Why listen to anything a shemlen says?
I want to bring Fenarel with us to the cave.
If he was alive, the darkspawn would've killed him.
The Grey Warden says we will find nothing.
Nothing.
He's gone.
Why can't we discuss it now?
Very well, Keeper.
Aneth ara.
It's good to see you recovered.
Indeed.
May the Creators walk with you.
They fare well.
The keeper called for the clan to move on, and they will be ready to take us.
One is heavy with calf, but it shouldn't be a problem.
May I ask of Tamlen's fate?
Some say the clan will leave before we find him.
The halla mourn our fallen.
No sound is more heart wrenching than their mourning cry.
At least they won't be crying over you.
They are quite fond of you.
Halla guide us because they wish to; they are not servants like the shemlen horses.
It's an honor that such a creature admires you.
At any rate, I do not envy the keeper's decision.
I'll pray for Tamlen's safe return.
At any rate, I do not envy the keeper's decision.
Hard times are ahead for our clan.
I admire them for their strength and pride.
They are equals, not servants like the shemlen horses.
They're more friends than servants.
We do not dominate them as the shemlen do their horses and dogs.
May I ask of Tamlen's fate?
Halla can sense the clan's distress, but I never heard the outcome of your last expedition.
You look well for one who's recently returned from the brink of death.
Aneth ara.
It's good to see you again, though you bring sad news.
You bring sad news.
The halla can sense it& They are restless and paw at the ground.
Thank you.
I should go.
How are the halla faring, Maren?
He may very well be dead.
Should that make me happy?
The halla are beautiful creatures.
They are your friends, then?
We're going to find him; don't worry.
I won't allow that to happen.
Truthfully, I don't think he's dead.
The Grey Warden says we won't find him.
I believe he's dead.
We must make haste; he may not have much time.
Then let us make haste while daylight lasts.
What about Fenarel?
You didn't think I'd notice him?
I'm coming to help.
Tamlen's my friend too.
We were supposed to go alone.
Have you asked the keeper about this?
Master Ilen could help you, but do not tarry.
Enough to pique my interest... and my concern.
You can explain the rest on the way.
A little, but the keeper cured you.
How dangerous could it be?
Even if I get sick, finding Tamlen--or something valuable--will be worth it.
That depends on the keeper.
I thought we're supposed to go alone.
Fine.
I don't want to get you in trouble.
I should be on guard duty, anyhow.
So that's settled.
Are you ready to go?
You said the cave is a dangerous place.
You want to risk Fenarel getting hurt?
Or worse?
I should decide whether I'm willing to risk it or not.
Go tell the keeper that, then.
That's good enough for me.
Now, are we ready?
I'm not making the keeper angry with us for putting him in danger.
Go ask her first.
What?
I don't believe you.
Are you trying to get me into trouble with the keeper?
She is?
I suppose I needn't worry about it, then.
Are you ready?
Fine, but if the keeper gets angry, it's on your head.
You're back.
Are you ready to go now?
I wonder whose camp this is.
Do you remember it being here?
The Grey Warden said he was returning to the cave.
Perhaps this is his camp.
If so, he's not here now.
And we've seen no sign of Tamlen.
Maybe we should...
Wait...
Do you hear that?
Exactly.
The forest is too... still.
Something's in the air... something unnatural.
This is our only chance to look for Tamlen.
If we leave now, he will be lost forever.
It seems whatever you woke up inside that cave has... spread outside.
Would they come outside the cave?
That would... not be good.
And now it's affecting the forest?
Maybe that mirror unleashed some kind of sickness.
That would not be good.
The sooner we find this cave, and Tamlen, the sooner we can leave.
Take us there quickly.
You're probably right.
Didn't he say he was headed back to the cave?
I dread to think of it.
If he is as sick as you were...
Even if the worst has happened, we cannot leave his body unburied.
Not much.
They're an old order that saved us from darkspawn in the past, but I thought they died out long ago.
I'm told they deserve respect, though it was odd to see a shem in our camp for so long.
Tamlen... or whatever's left of him, so we can return him to the earth.
The ruins are intriguing, but it feels like they've been... tainted by something. 
Let's just see what there is and get out of here.
I wish we'd had more time to examine those artifacts.
Perhaps another time, if the keeper thinks it's wise.
The keeper wants to see you once she's spoken with the Grey Warden.
I'm eager to hear what they discussed.
What were those things?
Were those darkspawn?
I've never seen anything like them!
You can smell the evil on them.
Where did they come from?
Were they here before?
What would darkspawn have to do with our people?
The stories say Arlathan fell long before the darkspawn appeared.
Or he followed them.
But why would they come here?
And why would <emp>he</emp>?
Well, we'll find out soon enough.
Let's hope we don't find any more of these monsters.
Before we go, are you all right?
Were you hurt during the fight?
It's just that you're... quite pale.
You look a bit feverish, in fact.
Nothing... forget I said anything.
Let's go.
Well, I'll keep an eye on you.
You've only just recovered from your illness.
But let's not think of that now.
We should move on.
You... do look quite pale, now that Merrill's mentioned it.
Let's move on and hope we don't meet any more of these monsters.
So these are the ruins?
Interesting.
They're definitely of human origin.
Yet elven artifacts are scattered amongst them.
Nothing explains the monsters, though.
But we must find Tamlen--or what's left of him.
I can't imagine he's still alive with those creatures about.
Maybe.
Let's just hope he's here... somewhere.
Still, even if he's here somewhere... we need to find his body.
Let's just pray we're wrong.
You're right.
We should explore farther before I go on about my fears.
I'm sorry.
The Grey Warden is waiting for us outside.
He's probably right: Tamlen isn't here.
We should return to camp.
Let's head out now.
I need supplies.
How much did the keeper tell you?
Aren't you worried about getting sick?
Fenarel is coming with us.
Any objections?
You're right.
Fenarel, you should stay here.
Should I ask her?
We'll do that.
The keeper is fine with it.
I say he comes.
<act>Lie</act> I did ask.
She's fine with it.
It's abandoned, whomever it belonged to.
No forest creatures.
It's too quiet.
We should go back now.
Careful, I don't like this.
Perhaps we'll see more walking corpses.
Tamlen said he felt the same thing in the cave.
No, this wasn't here.
It's fresh.
Maybe it belongs to the shemlen who found me.
What do you think happened to Tamlen?
What do you know about the Grey Wardens?
What exactly are we looking for?
That would make sense.
You're asking me?
I don't know!
Maybe the mirror has something to do with it.
Maybe they followed the Grey Warden here.
Stop fussing over me.
Nothing I won't recover from.
I'm fine.
Why do you ask?
It's just the exertion.
What are you implying?
I'm fine.
I think I would have noticed.
Maybe they took him hostage.
Don't talk like that!
You don't know.
Can we trust this Grey Warden?
How do we know he didn't hurt Tamlen?
Have you fully recovered?
I heard the keeper was confounded, that she had never seen anything like it.
Search parties have been looking for Tamlen since the Grey Warden brought you back.
No luck so far.
If only you two never found that cave.
It would have been better off undiscovered for another millennia.
You did not return with Tamlen...
I know what that means.
We all feel this loss.
Why did that shemlen return with you?
Does he have further business with the clan?
So you have returned to us, da'len.
We are grateful you are whole and well.
Tsk.
Such disrespect you show your elders.
At least you still have fire in your belly.
Always ready for a fight, are you?
I'll take that as a sign of your improved health.
I'll take your disrespect as an indication of your good health.
What were you two thinking, wandering in there without first coming to tell the keeper?
Are you <emp>that</emp> foolish?
I suppose your youth can be forgiven.
Sadly, Tamlen pays the price.
Losing you would be a terrible crime, da'len.
You belong to more than just yourself.
Or do you not remember?
Ah, the impatience of youth.
Obviously, you do not remember why we struggle, or why that is important.
<desc>Sigh</desc>Would you even know the reason behind your efforts?
I wonder.
Let us tell these children of the fall of the Dales.
You can honor me by sharing in the telling.
All Dalish should know this tale and hold its lessons close to heart.
Children, hear of the fall of the Dales!
Hear the tale of what makes you Dalish.
Would you care to begin, da'len?
<desc>Ahem</desc> Let us start with the <emp>history</emp> that makes us Dalish.
When we were slaves.
Yes, slaves to a terrible empire the humans built on the darkest magic.
When it fell, we became free.
We built a homeland in the Dales, worshipping the Creators and rebuilding the culture and history we lost in our long years of slavery.
They were resentful: because we would not worship their gods, and because we put our people first.
Over the years, their nations grew cold toward the Dales.
In their eyes, we were blasphemers and cruel tyrants.
And so the Dales fell.
They took our lands and dispersed our people, forcing us to live in their cities and abandon our gods.
But many of us refused to relinquish our ways.
We instead chose to scatter to the winds, wandering the lands.
All right, that's quite enough out of you.
To survive and preserve our culture, the clans stay apart until the day the Elvhenan have a homeland once more.
"We are the Dalish: keepers of the lost lore, walkers of the lonely path."
Thank you for your forbearance, da'len.
You remember both the tale and the Oath of the Dales perfectly.
I will let you get back to your tasks.
I pray you find Tamlen quickly.
Of course.
May the gods guide your path, da'len.
You certainly don't need to ask an old storyteller twice.
I've never heard of such a thing.
But in the days of ancient Arlathan, we lived free and spread far across the continent.
We were as varied as the shemlen, though fewer in number.
Perhaps some of us lived in caves then, but all knowledge from that era is lost.
Only that they eat living flesh and lurk in underground tunnels once ruled by the durgen'len: the dwarves.
In the last Blight long ago, the Grey Wardens all but wiped them out.
Should they return, all races will shudder.
The one who brought you back?
Very little.
He seemed decent enough, as humans go.
As for Grey Wardens, they're heroes without a doubt.
Members of our own clan joined their ranks in ages past.
Now that's something I rarely hear.
Of course.
Then I'm sure you have much to do, unless you've other questions...
We can hope to find a new home one day, where the Dalish and the flat-ears will build a land greater even than Arlathan.
We shall teach the flat-ears the lore they lost... and perhaps they will teach us to understand the shemlen at last.
That is the only way we shall truly live in peace.
They remain in human cities, forgetting all they once had.
We call them "flat-ears"; for they differ little from their shemlen masters.
A few may return, but we must accept that they know nothing of the lore or why we keep it.
Perhaps they have no choice.
Dalish clans are scattered to the winds and rarely gather... which makes us difficult for any organized effort to destroy.
And why bother?
We have nothing they want... no land, no treasure.
And we always move on, allowing no one to grow too angry with us.
Some might see this as cowardly, but we are proud.
We are the last and we will survive.
When the humans enslaved us, they took away our language, our history, and our immortality.
We quickened to the pace of life and retained nothing of ourselves.
We were slaves for so long that even when we became free, there was little for us to recover.
If books still exist, I do not know of them.
Ah yes, the lost city.
Before the shemlen enslaved us, even before they came to this part of the world, our people lived in glorious Arlathan.
Legends say that our ancestors were immortal, and we possessed magic the shemlen could only dream of.
I will let you get on with your business now.
The Oath of the Dales and no smart-mouthed comment?
Thank the Creators for small mercies.
At least you remembered the Oath of the Dales.
I appreciate your forbearance nevertheless, da'len.
We shall then return the old ways to those of our people who have lost them.
A war erupted.
The humans invaded our homeland in the name of their one god, denouncing our "sacrilegious" nation.
But the humans would not leave us be.
Long ago, our people were slaves to the humans.
How our history stays alive when our young have no interest, I'll never know.
Come, then& help me as I go along.
I suppose Tamlen cannot wait for tales.
Another time, then.
That is too bad.
Another time, then.
Once you saw what was inside, you should have returned.
But you kept exploring, didn't you?
Tamlen's idea, eh?
And you've no mind of your own?
So you should be!
What were you two thinking, wandering into that cave without first coming to tell the keeper!
The shemlen, eh?
And I suppose the shemlen dragged you into that cave?
Twisted your arms to prevent you from coming to tell the keeper of it, first?
You return again, da'len?
What can I do for you?
So you return with the Grey Warden, but without Tamlen.
What happened, da'len?
Is he truly lost to us?
So... another of our children has perished.
To think I'd live to see this...
It seems the will of the Creators that I sing the dirge for those I held in my arms as babes.
I think I know why our immortal ancestors would sleep.
Tenderly land enfolds you in slumber, softening the rolling thunder.
Dagger now sheathed, bow no longer tense.
During this, your last hour, only silence.
No, I suppose I mustn't.
Did you bring this news for a reason?
Our ancestors did not age as we do.
The shemlen brought a quickening to our blood that changed us forever.
Instead of death, those weary of life would pass into uthenera--the waking slumber.
In doing this, they made way for the young.
It was supposed to be a beautiful time, a celebration of the elder's long life and contribution to his people.
Alas, we have no such ceremonies these days.
Of course.
We've no body to return to the soil, but we shall still sing for Tamlen.
The Creators must come to guide him to the Beyond.
Tell the keeper it shall be done before the clan is ready to move on.
Yes.
The darkspawn are too dangerous to risk staying here.
We shall sing for him anyway, and pray he does not suffer.
Hmm.
You know, it's imperative now more than ever to pass on what we know to the young.
I ask only one thing, if I may.
This...
Grey Warden.
You have met him now, yes?
Is he a good man?
Interesting.
What is it he talks to the keeper about, I wonder?
Perhaps you should go and ask.
I know it's not your fault, da'len.
You've done nothing of the sort, da'len.
Do not blame yourself.
Even if he's not, we must leave soon.
To think I'd live to see this...
The keeper is expecting you.
You should not keep her waiting.
Sure, old man.
You're right, Hahren.
We should've come back here, first.
So I made a mistake.
Why go on about it?
I'm sorry, Hahren.
I'll try harder next time.
Tell it yourself.
I'm no storyteller.
All right, but you may regret asking.
Well, children, it starts with a mommy and daddy elf...
Why don't you tell it from here, Hahren?
Long ago, we were slaves to the humans.
If you've ever lost your bow, it was a lot like that.
I forget what comes next.
But the humans wouldn't let us be.
But also great for festivals, we're told.
And then... some kind of war?
I forget.
Then the humans declared war on the Dales.
Not to mention that shemlen cities smell terrible.
Please tell the rest, Hahren.
We chose wandering the lands rather than the human rule.
Just think of the celebration we'll have <emp>then</emp>!
Then... um...
We shall return the old ways to those who have lost them.
"We are the last Elvhenan.
Never again shall we submit."
Let's hear that story you mentioned before.
Did elves ever live in caves?
What do you know about darkspawn?
What do you know about that Grey Warden?
I would like to hear more about our history.
I think that's all.
Thank you.
Do you think we'll ever find another homeland?
What happened to the elves who didn't join the Dalish?
Why do the shems allow us to exist if they hate us so much?
Do no books record our history?
Tell me about Arlathan.
If you want to tell a story, tell it.
Certainly, Hahren.
I have important things to do, Hahren.
We wanted to see if there was anything to tell, Hahren.
Tamlen insisted we go inside.
I'm glad to be here, as well, Hahren.
The shemlen are responsible for this.
The Grey Warden says he is, but I'm not sure.
Yes, Hahren.
He is dead.
Must you prattle on so?
I don't recognize that poem.
The keeper wants me to tell you to prepare a service.
Will the clan still leave?
But what if Tamlen isn't dead?
Thank you, Hahren.
He saved my life, and is a friend to the clan.
He's a shem.
That's all you need to know.
I truly cannot tell, Hahren.
He seems honorable--for a shemlen.
Don't look at me like that.
This isn't my fault.
It's my fault.
I failed the clan.
Err... hello there.
I don't think we've met.
It was good to meet you.
Perhaps I'll get to hunt with you some day.
Of course.
I hope to see you again.
I got into trouble for stealing.
I'm not a thief... we just never really had a choice.
Mother was a maid, and I was lucky if I could get work at the docks.
You make a living however you can, right?
When Mother died, I got drunk, and was caught picking a guard's pocket.
They were going to hang me, but I escaped, and... well, here I am.
I thought at best you might hide me for a bit. <desc>Chuckles</desc> I'm glad I was wrong.
I'll do my best to adjust and fit in...
I never dreamed you'd be so welcoming.
Well, back in the city, we hear the same about you--stories about Dalish bandits attacking people for no reason.
We would never resort to banditry!
I'm just saying that's what we hear.
And it's elves who say these things, too, not humans.
Even if they did, I honestly don't think most of them would want to leave.
Wandering and hunting doesn't sound like much of a life.
At least they would live as free men, and as equals.
Maybe.
But to most elves I know, the only difference between them and humans is how much coin they have.
Coin is the great equalizer, not living free.
Andraste's mercy, no!
No one is allowed to walk around with <emp>any</emp> weapon.
Fighting just gets you arrested.
And I've never had to leave the city before, much less learn how to hunt.
You've never been to a city?
Surely you've at least visited a town?
We occasionally trade with the shemlen in small villages, but only a few in the clan can undertake that task.
I can't imagine never having seen a city.
It's... crowded, with buildings all squeezed together.
There are people everywhere, and it always stinks.
Only if they're servants.
Most of us live in a part of the city called an "alienage," separated from the humans by walls.
That's where all the poorest folk live.
Laborers, dockhands, and thieves... and that's if you're lucky.
We don't think about it like that.
To most folks, that's just how it is.
Why did you leave the city?
You won't have to resort to that anymore.
Sometimes we must take what we need.
We don't have much call for thieving.
We hear city elves don't know what it means to be elven.
They just don't know the truth.
Do elves from the city learn to fight or shoot a bow?
I've never seen a shemlen city.
What's it like?
And elves live with the shemlen?
That hardly sounds like freedom.
Can you hear me?
I am... very sorry.
So you were the one fighting darkspawn.
I thought I heard combat.
You're the elf I found wandering the forest, aren't you?
I'm surprised you have recovered.
I would have, had I not been battling them myself.
Not all the kills here were yours, as you can see.
You're quite welcome.
Perhaps you'll do the same for me sometime.
Then I should be thankful we are having this discussion.
My name is Duncan, and it's a pleasure to finally meet you.
The last time we spoke, you were barely conscious.
She owes me nothing.
He owes me nothing.
Even if you didn't owe this human your life, a Grey Warden deserves respect.
It's a pleasure to finally meet you.
The last time we spoke, you were barely conscious.
Your keeper did not send you after me, did she?
I told her I would be in no danger.
It's a good thing I don't return that feeling, wouldn't you say?
The Grey Wardens have seen artifacts like this mirror before; it is Tevinter in origin, used for communication.
Over time some of them simply... break.
They become filled with the same taint as the darkspawn.
Tamlen's touch must have released it...
It's what made you sick--and Tamlen, too, I presume.
You have it still.
And it will infect others so long as this mirror exists.
The darkspawn are drawn to the mirror.
Do you want to lead them to your clan?
I agree.
So long as the mirror exists, it is a threat to anyone nearby.
Unfortunately, no.
It will taint all those who come near it, now.
Your recovery is only temporary.
I can sense the sickness in you, and it is spreading.
Look inside yourself and you will see.
First, we deal with the mirror.
It is a pestilence and a threat.
It is done.
Now, let's leave this cursed place.
I must speak with the keeper immediately regarding your cure.
I sense no other darkspawn nearby, so it's safe.
Lead on.
If you prefer, I can wait outside while you look around.
But I assure you, he will not be here.
I suggest, however, leaving sooner rather than later.
You are sick, whether you feel it or not, and it does you no good to linger.
Thank you.
Shall we head back, then?
I care little for your manners, only that you attend to your health.
Shall we go back?
As you wish.
I will see you back at camp.
It's not that simple.
I would tell you more, but I must first speak with your keeper.
With the mirror destroyed, I doubt the darkspawn will return.
The cave is not safe-- everything here was exposed to the mirror's taint.
If your people must come here, they should cleanse it with fire.
Can we return later and search through the ruins?
We could learn from many things here besides the mirror.
There is nothing we can do.
Let me be very clear: There is <emp>nothing</emp> you can do for him.
He's been tainted for three days now, unaided.
Through your keeper's healing arts and your own willpower, you did not die.
But Tamlen has no chance.
Trust me when I say that he is gone.
Now, we should return.
The darkspawn would have taken it.
Darkspawn are evil creatures, and it's best to leave it at that.
I'm... sorry.
Why would they take his body?
Not to... eat it, I hope...
I would dare more than that to stop such a threat.
Confirm it with your keeper later, if you like.
For now, we must deal with the mirror...
It is a danger.
I do not fear this sickness.
The keeper knows how to cure it.
She may have weakened it, but she cannot cure it.
Perhaps.
The mirror draws darkspawn to it.
I see.
That's... unfortunate.
No, nor do I think I will.
Not when I found you.
I needed to get you to your people quickly.
But I knew I would find something like this.
So you and your friend Tamlen both entered this cave?
And you saw this mirror?
Andaran atish'an, Duncan of the Grey Wardens.
I am Merrill, the keeper's apprentice.
And I am Fenarel.
Did you... come here alone, human?
Battling all those creatures?
Yes.
Though I must admit, you took a great deal of pressure off me.
We still need more time.
Please, it will not take much longer.
Your keeper and I have spoken, and we've come to an arrangement that concerns you.
My order is in need of help.
You are in need of a cure.
When I leave, I hope you will join me.
You would make an excellent Grey Warden.
And we would not send you away, but there is more at stake.
The darkspawn taint courses through your veins.
That you recovered at all is remarkable.
But eventually, the taint will sicken and kill you, or worse.
The Grey Wardens can prevent that, but it means joining us.
This is not simply charity on my part.
I would not offer this if I did not think you had the makings of a Grey Warden.
Let me be clear: You will likely never return here.
We go to fight the darkspawn, a battle that will take us far from your clan.
But we need you and others like you.
The cure is only found by joining the Grey Wardens.
As sole protectors against the darkspawn, we're granted some... immunity to the taint.
But this is not charity.
We enlist only the worthy, and you have certainly proven yourself.
Should you join, it's unlikely you'll ever be able to return here.
A great army of darkspawn gathers in the south.
A new Blight threatens the land.
We cannot outrun this storm.
Long ago, the Dalish agreed to aid the Grey Wardens against a Blight, should that day arrive.
We must honor that agreement.
It breaks my heart to send you away.
As it would to watch you die slowly from this sickness.
This is your duty, and your salvation.
I welcome you to the order.
It is rare to have a Dalish amongst us, but they have always served with distinction.
I know you'll do your clan proud, da'len.
Take this ring.
It is your heritage and will protect you against the darkness to come.
A valuable gift.
So... are you ready to go?
Of course.
Say your farewells, then let us be off.
We have much ground to cover.
Come then, da'len.
Before the Creators guide you from us, let your clan embrace you one last time.
We have much ground to cover, but I cannot deny you that.
Say your farewells... then we must be off.
I have already waited longer than is wise.
You can afford less delay than I can, and we have much ground to cover.
But I won't deny you time to say your farewells.
Then say your farewells, and let us be off.
We have much ground to cover.
I... cannot express my sadness at sending one of our sons off into such danger, away from the clan that loves him.
I cannot express my sadness at sending one of our daughters off into such danger, away from the clan that loves her.
But if this is what the Creators intend for you, da'len, meet your destiny with your head held high.
No matter where you go, you are Dalish.
Never forget that.
Very well.
You leave me no choice.
I hereby invoke the Right of Conscription.
And I witness and acknowledge your invocation, Duncan of the Grey Wardens.
I am sorry this was not your choice, but the darkspawn threat is simply too great.
We all pay a price for what we must do, I'm afraid.
I will drag you kicking and screaming to Ostagar if I must.
Would you rather die here, and sicken your own people?
I am sorry, da'len.
A home that darkspawn may tear apart.
This way, you can find a cure <emp>and</emp> protect your clan.
Have courage.
This is not madness, da'len.
Your survival depends on it.
Everything, I'm afraid.
If you heard the fighting, why didn't you help?
I don't know you, human.
Nor do I owe you anything.
I suppose I should at least thank you.
Most humans I meet aren't worth talking to.
An understanding human?
How nice for you.
So you're Duncan, the Grey Warden who saved me.
We're not in the habit of rescuing humans.
So it's true.
I had the darkspawn plague.
We need to take it to the keeper.
Then we should destroy it.
Can we fix it?
I agree.
Let's leave.
I'm not ready to give up the search just yet.
I... suppose you're right.
I apologize.
I didn't mean to be rude.
I just want to look around to make sure.
Then wait outside.
I'll be out when I'm ready.
Why not just tell me what the cure is?
Can we just leave the cave like this?
Is it safe?
What about Tamlen?
I'm not leaving until I find him!
I'm still alive.
He could be too.
So he's dead, then?
Are you sure?
Very well.
Let's go back to the camp.
Won't there at least be a body?
How dare you just destroy the mirror!
Perhaps there is... something to what you say.
I don't know if I believe you, human.
Was that bear we saw a darkspawn?
Yes, Tamlen touched the mirror and I blacked out.
You've found some trace of Tamlen?
You knew about the mirror?
No, though we knew you'd be here.
We're looking for our brother Tamlen.
I can't just leave my clan.
You would do that?
That is very generous.
Will I be able to return to my clan?
I will not join out of pity.
Can't you just give me the cure?
I am honored by your offer.
This is... very sudden.
Why should we trust this human, Keeper?
Is the clan sending me away?
Then I accept this privilege, Duncan, if you'll have me.
Can I say goodbye to my clan, at least?
I would like to stay for Tamlen's funeral.
Now?
If this is my duty, then I will go.
Is this the only way?
I refuse to listen to this!
No, I will not go!
Very well.
I suppose I have no choice.
You'll pay for this, human!
This had better be worth it.
You cannot make me serve against my will.
Please, do not cast me away.
This is all I've ever known!
This is my home!
I would rather take my chances.
No, I refuse to go.
I would be honored, but how did this come about?
Me?
A Grey Warden?
This is madness!
What does this have to do with my cure?
Ilen
Junar
Maren
Pol
Human
Human Leader
I can't believe this.
You recognize this statue, don't you?
Back when our people lived in Arlathan, statues like these honored the Creators.
When the shems enslaved us, much of that lore was lost.
This looks like human architecture... with a statue of our people.
Can these ruins date back to the time of Arlathan?
I suppose you're right.
Still, the possibility is thrilling!
I'd never have guessed ancient elves might have lived here!
With humans!
We must have lived in other places, too.
Even if elves didn't live here, its architects knew of our gods.
Yes... time and decay take their toll.
Still, there's bound to be something of value!
Touchy, aren't we?
There's bound to be more.
Let's keep looking around.
It's worn, but it looks vaguely familiar...
This isn't the time or place for a history lesson, Tamlen.
It's interesting.
So much of our past is lost to us.
We're nowhere near Arlathan, and this proves nothing.
Perhaps, but there isn't much left down here.
Maybe.
Why should I care?
Enough gawking.
Let's move on.
I do not know if it would really harm the Ashes.
Perhaps it is only magical because we believe it is.
My mind tells me that it may be nothing to worry about, but my heart dreads the thought.
And in matters of faith, I am inclined to follow my heart.
I bid you welcome, pilgrim.
I am here for the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
You must be the Guardian.
I have waited years for this.
Yes, I am the Guardian of the Ashes.
The Lost Mysteries of the Ancients
The Mysterious Cave
For me?
Why have you been here for so long?
Humans Near the Camp
<emp>Find the cave</emp>
You and Tamlen found humans near the camp and ran them off.
The humans had with them elven artifacts that they said they picked up from some ruins in a cave near here.
If the cave really contains some of the lost history of your people, it would be worth locating.
<emp>Find the cave</emp>
You and Tamlen found humans near the camp and killed one of them as a warning to the others.
The humans had with them elven artifacts that they said they picked up from some ruins in a cave near here.
If the cave really contains some of the lost history of your people, it would be worth locating.
<emp>Find the cave</emp>
You and Tamlen found humans near the camp and killed them so they couldn't cause any trouble.
They had with them elven artifacts that they said they picked up from some ruins in a cave near here.
If the cave really contains some of the lost history of your people, it would be worth locating.
People in the Neighborhood
You are the first to arrive in a very long time.
It has been my duty, my life, to protect the Urn and prepare the way for the faithful who come to revere Andraste.
For years beyond counting have I been here, and shall I remain until my task is done and the Imperium has crumbled into the sea.
<emp>Investigate the cave</emp>
You've found the entrance to the cave the humans were blithering about.
They were telling the truth.
Now to investigate.
I do not know, and I do not question.
The Imperium is no longer as powerful as it once was.
Wow, that sounds terribly dull.
No one can take the Ashes.
They belong here.
For someone to take the Ashes?
There is joy to be found in my duty.
Who are the men who have taken over the rest of the temple?
Kolgrim and his followers do not regard you very highly.
What can you tell me about the Urn of Sacred Ashes?
<emp>Find Tamlen</emp>
You have been brought back to the Dalish camp by a human.
Tamlen is still missing and the keeper wants you to return to the cave to search for Tamlen.
The clan is moving north soon and you must make haste.
Keeper Marethari
Merrill has joined your search party to look for Tamlen in the ruins.
Merrill
Fenarel
<emp>Take another look around for Tamlen</emp>
You met Duncan, the human Grey Warden who saved you in the ruins.
He said that the mirror Tamlen touched was tainted and that it had made you both sick.
He broke it to stop it from doing any more harm.
There is still no sign of Tamlen but you wish to look around some more.
Duncan has returned to camp.
When my brethren and I carried Andraste from Tevinter to this sanctuary, we vowed to forever revere Her memory, and guard Her.
I have watched generations of my brethren take up the mantle of their fathers.
For centuries they did this, unwavering, joyful, in their appointed task.
You met Duncan, the human Grey Warden who saved you, in the ruins.
He said that the mirror Tamlen touched was tainted and that it had made you both sick.
He broke it to stop it from doing any more harm and you returned to the camp with him.
<emp>Speak to Keeper Marethari</emp>
Duncan and the keeper needed to speak in private.
You have performed the tasks the keeper asked of you, and now it is time to discover what she and Duncan were discussing.
You have been recruited as a Grey Warden.
Duncan has explained that you are still infected with the illness that came from the ruins and that only his organization can save you.
You are to leave for Ostagar immediately.
Kolgrim knows not of what he speaks.
His heart is laced with poison and he has led many astray.
But now they have lost their way.
They have forgotten Andraste, and their promise.
Will your task ever be done?
So the dragon is not Andraste then?
The dragon is a fearsome creature, and they must have seen her as an alternative to the absent Maker and His silent Andraste.
Ah... is it not?
Then perhaps this is the beginning of the end...
Ashalle
A true believer would not require audacious displays of power.
What do you know about these Disciples of Andraste?
They have forgotten that Andraste was just a messenger.
They speak no more of the Maker, only of their false Andraste, an even greater sin.
How did the belief spread to the rest of the disciples?
In a sense, they haven't forgotten Her.
It began with an ancestor of the one known as Kolgrim.
He saw himself as a new prophet, preaching the rebirth.
Would you like me to get rid of these disciples?
Paivel
The Maker will sit in judgment of them, when the time comes.
You have come to honor Andraste, and you shall, if you prove yourself worthy.
It is not my place to decide your worthiness.
The Gauntlet does that.
Then you will not come to the Ashes.
Still, you must prove yourself worthy.
So I have to fight you?
What is the Gauntlet?
But what if I am not worthy?
I need the Ashes to cure a noble man.
The Gauntlet tells the true pilgrims from the false.
You will undergo four tests of faith, and we shall see how your soul fares.
You will understand what it is when you face it.
Can you tell me anything else about this Gauntlet?
All right, let's get this over with then.
That sounds unpleasant.
Can it be avoided?
I demand that you take me to the Urn.
You!
You're not looking to get across to the tower, are you?
Because I have strict orders not to let <emp>anyone</emp> pass!
I am the person appointed to stop all unauthorized access to the Circle Tower.
Meaning you.
Because you're unauthorized.
No one gets to the tower.
No one!
The tower is off-limits to all!
No, now go away!
No!
I've one job, and one job only, and by the Maker's shiny gold cutlery, I will do it!
No!
Leave now.
Oh, and He's told you that, has He?
Well, you're still not getting in this tower.
Oh, you're a Grey Warden, are you?
Prove it.
So I'm not good enough for you?
Fine.
See if you get into the tower on your own.
Yes?
Oh, a Grey Warden seal.
A-ha.
So you're claiming to be one of <emp>those</emp>.
Don't question royalty.
And if you can't prove you're who you say you are, I'm not letting you in.
Kill some darkspawn.
Come on.
Let's see some righteous Grey Wardening.
Blech, semantics.
That's good, I suppose.
Wouldn't want darkspawn smeared across the landscape.
I hear their blood is black.
Is that true?
You'd know if you were a Grey Warden.
Oh, pleasant, eh?
Good thing I don't have to kill them then.
That's a Grey Warden job.
You'd know that if you really were one.
I don't know... my instincts tell me darkspawn shouldn't have blood like ours.
Anyway, it was nice chatting with you.
Now on your way.
Right now.
Go.
No entrance to the tower.
We've been through this before.
Pay attention.
Yes, be off with you.
Much better things to see in Ferelden than this musty old tower anyway.
Well, good things come to those who wait and maybe you should wait a little longer.
Not that I'm saying I'll eventually let you in.
Uhhh... is that bad?
Look, I'm uh, just trying to do my job.
I'll take you right now... just like you wanted.
He won't know if you never get in, will he?
Ooh, I've outsmarted you!
If I were more flexible, I'd pat myself on the back.
Oh, really?
You think Greagoir would be upset with me for not letting you in?
Wait... actually, he would.
Good point.
He's the big guy around here...
I bet he could deal with one Grey Warden.
Alleged Grey Warden.
Well, you want that I should take you there now?
I'll just be here.
Just standing.
Waiting.
Don't mind me...
Come along, I suppose.
A-ha!
I knew it!
I bet you can't even sense them!
A real Grey Warden is supposed to be able to sense darkspawn.
Touchy, aren't we?
Why don't you go away and I won't bother you anymore.
Sound fair?
Oh, really?
Ooh, I don't know.
I think I'm going to have to think about this.
Come back tomorrow.
Maybe next week.
Maybe never.
Oh, hello.
It's you again.
Come to chat a little, have you?
Not so nifty, is it, the tower, once you get in?
Looks so much nicer from out here.
So, I guess that's it.
You did good things here.
Mighty brave of you.
Uh... right.
Let me in and I won't bother you anymore.
I am a Grey Warden and I seek the assistance of the mages.
Why?
I need to get to the tower.
I am a mage, let me in.
I have some documents that compel the Circle to help me.
As a Grey Warden, I demand to be brought to the tower.
This is official Grey Warden business, now take me there.
I need the first enchanter's help.
Just take me to whoever's in charge.
I really have business here.
I'm a Grey Warden.
The Maker probably doesn't have cutlery.
I am a Grey Warden.
Let me in.
I don't have to prove anything to you.
I have these documents here...
Aren't queens female?
Not much.
You're obviously a templar.
My documents are actually real.
Prove it?
Grey Wardening isn't something you do.
It's what you are.
There aren't any darkspawn here.
It's not black, but it burns you when it touches you.
Kill a darkspawn and find out for yourself.
No, it's red, like any other blood.
I'll deal with you later.
I warn you, my patience is wearing thin.
Your superior won't like that you've given me trouble.
Yes, he'll be very mad if you don't let me in.
Well, we should try our best to avoid that, shouldn't we?
I never liked Greagoir myself.
No, I'm not quite ready yet.
Yes, please do.
I've killed more darkspawn that you can imagine.
I can't sense any now because there aren't any here.
I do sense darkspawn.
I'll be back later.
I'm a Grey Warden; I need to see the first enchanter.
I'd like to go to the tower now.
Select background information relevant to the current plot.
Which skill would you like to change?
In the final engine intimidate will not be a skill but rather a derived stat of the party.
In the prototype it is treated as a skill however.
What skill level would you like to have?
Select a henchman to remove.
Select which plots/backgrounds to set.
Lock-picking.
0 (Low, automatic failure)
Stealth.
Traps.
6
Herbalism.
3
Persuade.
4
Oghren.
Add a henchman to the party.
Exit.
The player [did not speak] with Wynne at Ostagar.
The player has [not] completed the Arl Eamon plot.
The player [did not go] undercover in the mage origin.
The player is [not] a mage.
Set plots completed/background.
Orzammar plot completed.
The player spoke with Wynne at Ostagar.
Jowan has been banished.
Jowan is dead.
The player has completed the Arl Eamon plot.
The player went undercover in the mage origin.
The player is an assassin or reaver.
The player is a blood mage.
The player is a mage.
The Landsmeet is over.
Orzammar quests status:
Dagna's quest not accepted.
Dagna's quest accepted.
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Why, bless my soul, what's a distinguished personage like yourself doing here?
Of course someone does!
Me!
Ha!
Don't hold your breath.
No one's been allowed across the lake for days.
A mage!
Me?
That'll be the day, I tell you.
That will be the day.
I'm the ferryman, leastwise I used to be.
Poor old Kester, out of a job.
Greagoir says they will, "once everything's back to normal."
I don't got a clue.
They wouldn't tell me.
Oh, Carroll told you that, did he?
That sounds about right.
Greagoir just came down, and said, "Don't you worry, Kester.
We got it all under control, we do."  Didn't say nothing else.
And then he puts Carroll in charge of my boat, Lissie!
Named for my grandmum, she was.
I told you.
They didn't tell me nothing.
And if I know them mages, I'm better off keeping out of their business.
If I had to guess, I'd guess it had to do with magic.
But the tower's always got something to do with magic.
Do I look like a templar?
A mage?
Why would they tell me anything?
Don't look at me.
I told you, I'm not the ferryman no more.
Greagoir's told me to stay here till it blows over.
But I'm telling you, some storms don't blow over easy.
Well, you go on ahead.
Greagoir tells me to stay here, I stay here.
I reckon the fellow knows what he's talking about.
You're too kind.
Your type don't usually give my type the time of day.
You go on ahead then.
It were nice talking to you.
Maybe you could at that.
I'm sure your mind's all a-fire now, eh?
You could try swimming, but I don't recommend it.
Nasty things in that lake.
I reckon it's all them potions they dump in there.
He's knight-commander of the templars up in the tower.
Good man.
Wow, I've never seen one of you knife-ears dressed like the king of Ferelden before.
You made good for yourself, eh?
Oh, I don't mean no offense.
I know I shoot my mouth off...
I'm just not use to your kind trussed up all fancy.
Oh, no doubt about it.
You pointy-ears look better in fancy clothes than us clumsy lugs.
You know.
Elves.
Pointy ears, skinny legs.
Oh, there I go again.
I don't mean nothing by it, I swear.
I should...
I should start over.
I'm mighty pleased to be making your acquaintance, ser.
Mocking?
No, no...
I was just saying it's nice to meet someone such as yourself.
I'm mighty pleased to be making your acquaintance, miss.
Well, look at this!
I remember taking you across when you left with that fellow, Duncan.
And now you're a Grey Warden... my pap used to tell me stories about them.
Templars took the boat.
Hey... you know what's going on at the tower?
They took my boat and Greagoir won't tell me nothing.
I'm old Kester.
Used to be the ferryman.
Now they got me just sitting here, waiting.
Hey.
Come to see how old Kester's doing, eh?
All right.
Keep safe, you hear?
Talked to him a time or two.
He's all right.
Oh, I can't say that.
I'm lucky he's good enough to give me the time of day.
The first enchanter's all right.
He's polite as can be, but he's always a little distant, if you get my drift.
But Greagoir'll stay to talk.
I reckon he likes hearing from us common folk, you know?
He's a man to be respected, that Greagoir.
I reckon it's good for them mages.
Gather them all, learn them some proper magics.
I know what they say about mages but... the Maker made them for a purpose.
If you can't trust Him, who can you trust?
I hope it's nothing serious.
I don't like the tone of your voice, but I won't pry.
Maybe I'm better off not knowing anyhow.
Abominations?
And demons?
Maker have mercy.
I never thought I'd live to see this day.
Oh, you needn't worry about that.
I'm going to be praying awful hard for this to be over soon.
Did you come from the tower?
What in Maker's name is going on there?
Safe?
Now?
What happened?
I guess I don't got a choice but to ask Greagoir next time he stops by.
So, what's going on over there?
Any news?
I'm awful glad to hear you saying that.
I appreciate you coming by to give me the news.
Maybe they'll give me my boat back soon.
I wanted to see if anyone lived here.
I was looking to get across the lake to the tower.
Are you a mage?
Are they ever going to return it?
So I can't get across?
Why?
The guard on the docks would not let me by.
You have no clue why they'd stop people from going across?
Is something wrong up there at the tower?
How could you not know?
You live close by.
But I have to get there.
I'm on official business.
I have to find out what's going on.
Well, thank you for your help.
I could convince the templars to let me in.
Is there no way to get across?
Who's Greagoir?
So is there no way for me to get to the tower?
Yes.
I made good.
Is that so surprising?
It's a shame that an elf in decent clothing is so rare.
My kind?
You mean you're used to seeing us as slaves or servants.
Well met.
Do you know how I can get to the tower?
So who are you?
Could you ferry me across to the island?
Do you know why I'm not allowed to go to the tower?
Hello, Kester.
Why aren't you manning the boat?
Why would they take your boat?
I can't stay.
Good day, Kester.
What do you know about that templar, Carroll?
So you know the knight-commander Greagoir well?
What are your opinions on the Circle?
I found out what's going on in the tower.
You really shouldn't worry about it.
It's abominations and demons.
They've taken over the tower.
You should stay indoors, just in case.
I'm supposed to help get rid of the abominations.
Greagoir is taking steps to stop this from going further.
I'm busy, find out on your own.
You should go ask them yourself.
It's safe now.
The Circle had some trouble, but it's over now.
It's over now.
I'm sure Greagoir will fill you in soon.
I think you'll be getting your boat back soon.
The Circle has been saved.
You needn't worry.
Most of the mages have fallen, but the tower is safe now.
There's nothing here!
There must be something left.
If we get out, we're going to need gold.
Uldred said--
Uldred's not here, is he?
Keep your mouth shut and we'll be right as rain.
There you are!
Little mages... such sweet morsels.
I think I will go for the plump one first...
...and I want two men stationed within sight of the doors at all times.
Do not open the doors without my express consent.
Is that clear?
Now we wait, and pray.
I don't have time to entertain visitors...
Who are you?
I explicitly told Carroll not to bring anyone across the lake.
We are dealing with a very delicate situation.
You must leave, for your own safety.
We cannot help, no matter which side of the civil war you represent.
The Circle's fate hangs in the balance, and the templars that serve it must remain.
No?
Ah, then you must mean the darkspawn war.
I am weary of the Grey Wardens' ceaseless need for men to fight the darkspawn, but it is their right.
You'll find no allies here.
The templars can spare no men, and the mages are... indisposed.
I shall speak plainly: The tower is no longer under our control.
I shall speak plainly: The tower is no longer under our control.
Abominations and demons stalk the tower's halls.
The Circle is lost.
The tower has fallen.
My men did what they could, but it wasn't enough.
We saw only demons, hunting templars and mages alike.
I realized we could not defeat them and told my men to flee.
They took us by surprise.
We were prepared for one or two abominations--not the horde that fell upon us.
It is our duty, as templars, to watch the Circle tower.
We will stand guard to make sure nothing leaves.
Nothing.
I would destroy the tower, raze it to the ground, but I cannot risk more of my men.
The doors remain shut and they will protect us for now.
No, and perhaps the Maker smiles on us.
We do not mean for the doors to stay closed forever.
Everything in the tower must be eliminated.
I have sent word to Denerim, calling for reinforcements and the Right of Annulment.
The Right of Annulment gives templars the authority to neutralize the mage Circle.
Completely.
This situation is dire.
There is no alternative--everything in the tower must be destroyed so it can be made safe again.
If there was, do you not think I would have chosen it?
There are only abominations left in this tower.
If any are still alive, the Maker Himself has shielded them.
No one could have survived those monstrous creatures.
It is too painful to hope for survivors and find... nothing.
Denerim must have its hands full.
I pray they have not forgotten our plight.
A while ago, and it worries me.
The civil war has no doubt caused much turmoil.
Has the Chantry been caught up in it?
I can only guess.
Only the grand cleric in Denerim can authorize the Annulment of this Circle.
And we must wait for reinforcements.
If we enter the tower now, we will be massacred.
I cannot order my men to their deaths.
While the door holds, we wait.
Denerim must have received our message--it cannot be much longer.
These are not the mages you remember.
They are abominations.
To save their souls, you must harden your heart.
I too would like to know how this started.
You?
What can you do?
Are you saying you will help us deal with this problem?
It is the innocent folk of Ferelden who matter.
I would lay down my life, and the life of any mage, to protect them.
No abomination must cross this threshold.
I should wait... but I do not have the luxury of refusing help when it is offered.
What do you propose?
You must face and slaughter the abominations to get to the bottom of this.
Are you sure you can handle them?
If, by some miracle, you destroy the abominations, yes--the templars will join your army.
I assure you, an abomination is a force to be reckoned with, and you will face more than one.
Perhaps that is best.
A Grey Warden has many other things to be concerned about.
That is a surprise.
Did you manage to put it down?
But you have seen one, have you not?
If you have fought an abomination, then you understand their evil.
I knew Jowan would cause no end of trouble.
Still, you have seen what we face.
You know what they are--madness and cruelty made flesh.
You think you can deal with them, when even templars are loathe to enter the tower?
Ah, that arrogance hangs about you like some fell cloud, doesn't it?
If you succeed, I would owe you much, enough that I would pledge my templars to your cause.
Without word from Denerim, I must determine our course.
Surely destroying darkspawn is a worthy goal.
We have nothing to offer you but gratitude and service.
I have heard the tower holds many valuable artifacts.
I expect we'll have to consider them lost or destroyed.
A word of caution... once you cross that threshold, there is no turning back.
The great doors must remain barred.
I will open them for no one until I have proof that it is safe.
I will only believe it is over if the first enchanter stands before me and tells me it is so.
If Irving has fallen... then the Circle is lost, and must be destroyed.
May Andraste lend you her courage, whatever you decide.
As a Grey Warden, you speak with the authority of our king and Chantry.
Where you lead, my men and I shall follow.
I can only hope assistance from Denerim arrives soon.
It cannot wait much longer.
And what was I to do?
Leave the door open as the abominations poured out?
The mages are lost.
It is something we must accept.
He... he's right.
All the Circles have doors like these, to prevent abominations from... getting loose.
You assume that there will be any mages left to kill.
The mages are probably already dead.
Any abominations remaining in there must be dealt with no matter what.
The grand cleric has granted the Right of Annulment, but we must wait to attack the tower until reinforcements arrive from Denerim.
I would guess the darkspawn fight has pulled too many templars from their rightful duties.
Not just mages, but my templars also.
I had no choice.
The abominations must be contained at all costs.
Creatures of the Fade can use mages to enter our world.
A mage in such a spirit's clutches is changed, his flesh twisted, his mind shattered.
They may as well have.
What does it matter?
We were too complacent.
First Jowan, now this.
Don't think I've forgotten your role in Jowan's escape.
A rogue blood mage is not an "annoyance".
Do you not realize the damage he might have already caused?
How, exactly?
He is one man in all the world, and we have no way to locate him.
I suppose I cannot fault you for that... though Irving could have done more to prevent what happened.
It set a dangerous precedent.
I should have been more vigilant... and urged Irving to be more wary.
I can only hope that someday Jowan gets what he deserves.
But right now I have other pressing concerns.
Do you?
That's... surprising.
That is a relief, though I don't know if I should trust you.
And now?
And I can no longer compel your cooperation.
Well, look who's back.
A proper Grey Warden now, are we?
Glad you're not dead.
Perhaps.
Now, we're dealing with a situation that doesn't involve you, <emp>Grey Warden</emp>.
The doors are barred.
Are they keeping people out?
Or <emp>in</emp>?
Yes, was there something else you wanted?
The tower has been quiet for awhile.
I suppose I have time to answer your questions.
Do not misunderstand.
I do not want to do this.
I do, however, see that the Right of Annulment may be necessary.
An unprepared village or town would be devastated should even one abomination chance upon it.
We cannot allow it.
And the mages... if any live, I do not know what they may have become.
We may have to kill them, to be certain.
My history does not concern you.
I am sure you have better things to do than pry into someone else's personal life.
Carroll.
He's... generally a good lad, but a little strange, yes.
He should probably be in Denerim, but I could spare no one else.
As I said, I do not know.
Perhaps you will find answers in the tower.
This must be resolved quickly.
If you can destroy the abominations, I will pledge my men to your cause in return.
Irving?
Maker's breath, I did not expect to see you alive.
It is over, Greagoir.
Uldred... is dead.
We have won back the tower.
I will accept Irving's assurance that all is well.
Thank you.
You have proven yourself a friend of both the Circle, and the templars.
I promised you aid, but with the Circle restored, my duty is to watch the mages.
They are free to help you, however.
Speak to them.
Yes.
Irving.
The templars guard and advise, but the first enchanter has the last word in what happens in the Circle.
For now, I will have to oversee a sweep of the tower.
There may be some survivors and we should do our best to tend to them.
Please, excuse me.
And Irving... it is good to have you back.
Ah, I'm sure we'll be at each other's throats again in no time.
Before we go any further, I would like to bring something up, if I may.
I will hear what Wynne has to say.
I must thank you for what you have done, but I have watched you, and I've seen some things that cause me concern.
The spells you use are unfamiliar and not taught by the Circle.
They are powerful, and disturbing.
Where did you learn to do this magic?
Yes, you do.
You owe us all an explanation.
But I know a great deal.
And I know what I saw.
The Grey Wardens do not teach such magic.
But there is only ever one mage Warden at any one time, and you are that mage.
Who taught you?
The Wardens have many books reserved for themselves alone.
They contain the wisdom of all Grey Wardens past and present, mages included.
I have not forgotten that.
Perhaps I was being over-cautious.
The Grey Wardens' methods may be questionable, but I must believe that their intentions are, ultimately, good.
Then I apologize for bringing the matter up at all.
I believe you had something else to discuss?
Now that the Circle's troubles are behind us, we must look to the future.
I can believe that the Grey Wardens teach their recruits spells that would be... frowned upon in the Circle.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Oh, please.
Credit me, at least, with the ability to tell different casters apart.
I know what I saw.
I hate to say this, but some of the things you were doing were hardly distinguishable from what those blood mages were doing.
This is a serious accusation, Wynne.
Tell us now... are you a blood mage?
Greagoir, I know what I saw.
It was blood magic.
You know what happened to Jowan and you saw what they did to the tower.
You did help us, and for that, we will give you a chance to surrender.
You shall be held here, of course, under templar supervision.
This is a generous offer.
We are generally advised to kill blood mages on sight.
You were seen using blood magic.
And we cannot suffer a blood mage to live.
But if you cooperate, and come with us, we will plead with the grand cleric for leave to spare your life.
Then I am sorry it has come to this, but you must be eliminated.
It pains me to see you've fallen so far.
You were strong enough without blood magic...
It's not about power, but respect for life--your own, and others.
Do what you wish, Greagoir.
I suppose I may have been wrong.
It has happened before...
You must have been on edge.
But we may now rest easy.
The tower is safe.
Uldred tortured these mages, hoping to break their wills and turn them into abominations.
We don't know how many of them have turned.
Of course he'll say that!
He might be a blood mage!
Don't you know what they did?
I won't let this happen again!
I am the knight-commander here, not you.
I know and I... would do anything to prevent this atrocity from re-occurring.
Cullen is right.
There is... no way of knowing if any of us are dangerous.
I will do what I believe is in the best interests of the Circle, as I have always done. 
I hereby place my life... and those of these mages, into the hands of the templars.
Do what you think is necessary.
Very well...
I will send a report to the Chantry.
They will undoubtedly have plans for you.
We will discuss that in a moment.
No.
We still have things to discuss.
Cullen, take these mages away and watch them carefully.
Make sure they get the healing they require.
But they--
They will receive healing.
I will have no more blood on my hands.
Now go!
Yes, I suppose.
There will be questioning... among other things.
The Chantry will learn about this soon enough, and the grand cleric will be the one to decide their fate.
We will form the Circle anew, upon the remains of the old.
And we will not make the same mistakes twice.
I am grateful for what you have done, and I did give you my word that we would aid you in your battle against the darkspawn.
I intend to honor my promise to you.
Once we have secured the tower, my men and I will make our way to battle.
After all, we still have not heard from Denerim, and the darkspawn threaten all of Ferelden.
It falls to me to decide what we must do.
The templars, out of duty and gratitude, will stand with the Grey Wardens.
You must excuse me.
There are loose ends to be tied up, and the Chantry must be informed that the situation here is under control.
We will meet again soon.
Till then, may the Maker watch over you.
The king has given you the authority to gather forces to defend Ferelden.
We will serve you, as we would our monarch.
But--as was brought to my attention some time ago--you were just following orders.
It seems you have gained some maturity and wisdom during your time away from the Circle.
Congratulations.
I see...
I certainly appreciate your efforts to make up for past... mistakes.
You said you have proof.
Where is it?
I will not risk leaving the doors open.
Accept my word as proof, ser.
All the mages are dead.
We no longer have to fear their dark powers.
There is so much to be done here.
It will be a long and arduous process, but thanks to you, the worst is past.
Yes.
It is nice to be able to plan for the future.
I have work here, but we will head to the battle before long.
Trust me, I will not let you down.
We will send word to Orlais and Antiva.
The Circles there will send us senior enchanters, and they will make up the new Circle.
We will move on from there.
I shan't keep you then.
Farewell.
Where did you hear about this?
I was not aware...
Where did you get this?
Godwin?
Yes, I know of Godwin.
He intended to sell this lyrium to the templars?
Lyrium is dangerous.
The templars are only to use it at the command of the Chantry.
I will seek out this Godwin and learn more about this.
Do you know where Godwin is?
I desire to speak with him.
I will get my men to search for him, assuming he is still alive.
I would like to question him.
Ah.
A pity.
I would have liked to have questioned him.
I do not know.
I need more information before I can come to a decision.
I shall have to find out which of my templars has been purchasing this smuggled lyrium, of course.
And then we will help them recover.
My gratitude, and the satisfaction of knowing you have again helped the templars.
That is all I can offer.
Return it to it's previous owner, perhaps?
Sell it?
It is your lyrium now, and yours to do with as you wish.
As I said, it is your lyrium.
Are you donating it to the Circle?
That's... rather generous of you.
Thank you.
I will definitely investigate this lyrium smuggling racket further.
I will question my men as soon as I can spare the time.
Thank you for bringing this to my attention.
Rest assured this will not be a problem for much longer.
It reflects badly on the templars and I hope this has not colored your view of us.
A dwarf?
Studying magic?
Such a thing is unheard of.
The dwarves have no connection to the Fade and magic.
Likely she's been taken in by fantastic stories about the wonders of magic, more fiction than fact.
The Circle is in no shape to take apprentices, let alone dwarven tag-alongs.
Her childish dreams of magic will have to suffice.
May they give her comfort.
My men have scouted the tower.
It is a mess, but the abominations are gone.
You were very thorough.
I'm impressed.
In no time?
Hmm.
Doubtful, but it doesn't hurt to be optimistic sometimes.
And I am thankful you arrived when you did.
Well, I could hardly get a straight answer out of that man, what with all his begging and snivelling.
But he has told me all about his lyrium smuggling racket.
I must have been blind to not have noticed it.
Thank you for bringing it to my attention.
So you're in charge?
You're Greagoir, I assume?
Not without a promise for assistance in the coming war.
I am a Grey Warden.
Darkspawn concern me more than Loghain.
No, I need mages to battle the Blight.
I'm not here about the civil war.
Yes--I need the mages' help.
Yes.
We need all the help we can get.
I <emp>am</emp> a Grey Warden.
No.
The mages have an obligation to the Grey Wardens.
But I seek the mages' help to defeat the darkspawn.
Sounds like the templars haven't been doing their job.
How did this happen?
I would have done the same.
For all your bluster, you templars are just cowards.
You should have fought them.
And you're still waiting here?
Isn't that dangerous?
Why don't you rally your men and kill them all?
What is your plan?
Has nothing emerged yet?
That's no solution.
Doors can be broken.
What good will that do?
It is unfortunate, but I see that you have little choice.
There must be another way.
You are right.
The abominations cannot be allowed to leave.
The mages are not defenseless.
Some must still live.
I was in Denerim, but heard nothing about the tower.
How much longer will it be?
When did you send word to Denerim?
If you're so sure, why wait for the Right of Annulment?
But you can't just cull the entire Circle!
It's too much.
If I help you deal with the Circle, will you lend me aid?
There is still so much going on that's unexplained.
I will help you if you wish.
If I help you do this, will you join my army?
There must be something I can do.
I could find out what really happened in there.
I will not stand by while abominations threaten Ferelden.
It depends.
Will you lend me aid if I do the same for you?
People in there might need help.
You can't abandon them.
I can make sure this never happens.
I could help you.
This tower must be purged--I will do this for you.
I will investigate the tower and see what can be done.
I help you, and you join my army to defeat the darkspawn.
Destroying a tower full of monsters?
Sounds exciting to me.
I should consider this more carefully.
Abominations cannot stand against me.
I have confidence in my abilities.
I have faced abominations before. 
I would prefer not to talk about it.
Yes--it was a demon that had possessed a child.
Yes, I dealt with it.
Yes--it was the child that Jowan had been teaching magic.
I need to think this over.
I must try.
It is the right thing to do.
Of course I can deal with them.
I need to think about the right course of action.
Is that all you can offer me?
I must give this some consideration.
Very well, we have a deal.
Ah.
Perhaps I can save some of these artifacts.
We have an agreement, then.
But it was you that shut them all in!
How can you think of annulling the entire Circle?
What does that mean?
Why hasn't Denerim sent reinforcements?
If reinforcements come, you will destroy the Circle?
Isn't the Right a bit drastic?
What is this "Right of Annulment"?
You shut everyone in there?
Including innocent mages?
What are abominations?
I thought templars were supposed to stop such things.
Have all the mages become abominations?
I'm glad my friend escaped from you.
Jowan's escape seems small compared to the situation here.
You can't still be annoyed about that.
I'd expected you would have caught him by now.
I was just doing as I was told.
What has become of the first enchanter?
Actually, I have news of Jowan.
I won't tell you where he is.
I saw him, but I don't know where he is now.
He is dead.
That's all you need to know.
He was hired to secretly tutor a child in magic.
Teyrn Loghain hired him to poison an arl, Eamon.
I don't know.
I sent him away.
And I thought you were out of my life forever.
Greagoir.
Good to see you again.
You're looking well, yourself... if a bit harried.
You don't mean that.
You're truly glad I'm not dead?
As a Grey Warden, I have a right to know what's happening.
I am a Grey Warden, but I am also a mage.
This tower was my home.
I want to know what's happened.
What's happening?
Why are the great doors barred?
No.
Please excuse me.
I had a few other questions.
Don't you feel guilty about wanting to slaughter everything?
How did you become a templar?
The templar at the docks seems a little odd.
How did this trouble start again?
The Circle cannot be left like this.
I will help you.
That sounds like a fair deal.
I have resolved your duty here, as you said.
You owe me.
And what about the darkspawn?
I require aid.
It had to be done.
And what will the templars do?
I thought the templars were in charge of the Circle.
You mean the first enchanter?
No, you may not.
Greagoir was talking to me.
I don't owe you an explanation.
You don't know everything that's taught in the Circle.
From the Grey Wardens, of course.
Don't forget that these spells also helped this Circle.
I've only used such spells against the greatest evils.
Duncan showed me an old spell book like that.
Yes.
That's right.
I dealt with the Circle's problems.
You owe me.
I require aid, as I said before.
Yes, Greagoir and I had an agreement.
Those were not my spells.
You are mistaken.
You're right.
I do know spells not taught by the Circle.
I don't know how to respond to this.
If you're so sure, then there is nothing I can say.
Very well, I admit it.
She's right.
I am a blood mage.
You're just over-reacting.
There's nothing wrong here.
Everything I've done has made me better at battling evil.
No.
You've got this wrong.
Oh, you make it sound so bad.
And if I surrender, what happens to me?
I am a Grey Warden.
You cannot do this to me.
I will not put my life in the hands of some Chantry fool.
If you back down now, perhaps I will spare your life.
No, I shall not surrender.
Surrender?
You must be joking.
Stop dragging this out.
Kill me, if you can.
But I'm a good blood mage.
I helped you.
Why do you let the Chantry dictate the extent of your power?
I've only ever used spells I learned here.
Trust me.
Everyone makes mistakes.
There is nothing to worry about, Wynne.
Well, what does the knight-commander think, then?
If you spare even one blood mage, we may regret it later.
I have delivered what you asked.
Now what?
We still need to discuss what you promised.
I will help them.
Can we talk about our agreement?
Cullen said the mages will be investigated.
Is this true?
What will happen to the mages?
So I have the aid of the templars then?
Then my trip here was not entirely wasted.
Yes, we will defeat the darkspawn together.
You will make a fine addition to my army.
I expect you to be there when the time comes.
It was the best thing to do.
I serve Ferelden now, not just the mages.
I feel some regret, but I did it for the good of the Circle.
Perhaps it makes up for the part I played in Jowan's escape?
You will believe one of your own men, yes?
Do not worry.
All is well.
I have killed Uldred, the mage responsible for all of this.
I need to go.
Goodbye.
It seems that things are finally moving forward.
You need to leave for the battlefront as soon as possible.
How will the Circle survive without mages?
I have things to attend to.
Do you know about templars buying smuggled lyrium?
Talk to Godwin, he's been selling the templars lyrium.
A mage called Godwin told me.
Well, I have this lyrium here...
Just know I was told to give it to a mage named Godwin.
A smuggler dwarf in Orzammar wanted me to give it to Godwin.
I don't know where he is.
Is he not here?
He's dead.
What will you do about this problem?
Don't I get something for bringing this information to you?
If you have this all in hand, I should go.
I hope I helped a little.
And what am I to do with this lyrium?
What shall I do with this lyrium?
I think I'll hold on to this for now.
You take it.
Consider it a donation.
A dwarf, Dagna, wants to come study magic.
All is well, but I'm afraid I can't stay.
The Circle will be back to normal in no time.
I am quite impressive, yes.
Someone had to do it.
I don't suppose this is what you expected the Circle to be like, is it?
Oh, it's you!
I...
I remember you.
The tower isn't how you remember, is it?
Oh... you <emp>were</emp> an older apprentice.
We didn't talk much.
I wish I weren't a mage.
Then I wouldn't have been here when all this happened.
All right, considering the circumstances.
I keep thinking this is our punishment for being mages.
That's why the templars have to... do away with us.
Their swords are like the... the sword of mercy that sent Andraste back to the Maker...
Andraste only died because of man's foolishness and pride.
We need to atone for this.
We should let the templars come.
Only then can we be cleansed of our wickedness.
I will pray.
May we abandon our tainted bodies to find peace with the Maker.
Oh, come, swift sword, and deliver me, that I might find the Maker again...
Actually, I'm surprised this doesn't happen more often.
This is not a common occurrence, I take it?
No.
I always thought it would be more... orderly.
Who are you?
I don't remember you.
And no, I never expected the tower to be like this.
I wanted to be a mage, not widen my social circle.
I see.
How are you?
No, I guess it isn't.
Hello, how have you been?
Wouldn't it have been better if Andraste hadn't died at all?
You're delirious and I don't want to talk to you.
That's one way of putting it.
Babble to yourself somewhere else; you're disturbing me.
The horror of this ordeal has unhinged you, I see.
Um, if you say so.
You're a lot crazier than I remember you.
I'm hungry... 
I want my mommy!
What was that noise?
Is it going to be over soon?
I'm cold.
If I was a proper mage, like Wynne, I could save us.
Is death painful?
Am I going to die?
Are the templars coming for us?
I hate this place, it smells funny.
If you will not help, then please, just leave us be.
It is good to see that some Wardens survived.
We are sorry for the loss of your comrades.
It is given freely.
I cannot help but regret the terrible waste of life.
I am sorry that your homecoming has been... marred.
Still, it is good to see you back, and I am glad you survived Ostagar.
Just like the other Grey Wardens.
We heard about Loghain.
I would never have imagined the teyrn a traitor.
Wynne was at Ostagar.
She told us everything upon her return... 
But why speak of things past?
Be careful in there, and stay safe.
Good luck, and may the Maker turn his gaze on you.
We don't need your sympathy.
They should have seen it coming.
I would have died if I was in the thick of things.
Loghain is to blame.
He betrayed King Cailan.
I was lucky to have escaped.
The battle was a slaughter.
I knew he was up to something the minute I met him.
How did you find out?
Please, refrain from going into the stockroom.
It is a mess and I have not been able to get it into a state fit to be seen.
I am called Owain and I manage the Circle's magical stockroom.
I was trying to tidy up, but there was little I could do.
Of course.
I am defenseless and if I ran into one, I would surely perish.
The stockroom is my responsibility.
I must keep it clean.
I tried to leave, when things got quiet.
That was when I encountered the barrier.
Finding no other way out, I returned to work.
The stockroom is familiar.
I prefer to be here.
No.
I suppose I should count myself lucky.
I am one of the Tranquil.
My emotions were taken from me a long time ago.
But I know my situation is not ideal.
I would prefer not to die.
I would prefer it if the tower returned to the way it was.
Perhaps Niall will succeed and save us all.
I do not know, but he came here with several others, and took the Litany of Adralla.
Niall the mage.
He came here, with several others, and took the Litany of Adralla.
The Litany protects a mind from blood magic.
This is what I have heard.
Blood magic allows one to dominate the mind and will of another.
If Niall wanted the Litany, it stands to reason that he believes it will be needed.
But that protects from mind domination.
Is blood magic at work here?
Niall was in the meeting.
He would know.
Blood magic...
I was afraid of this.
Blood magic could control us, too.
Who knows what could happen then?
We should find Niall.
The Litany will give us a fighting chance against any blood mages we encounter.
I wish you luck.
Perhaps this will be over soon and things will return to the way they were.
He is one of the Tranquil.
The Tranquil do not have emotions.
Owain, you should have said something!
I would have opened the door for you.
Do you not remember?
I am Owain.
I run the magical stockroom.
Yes.
It is I, Owain.
You remember.
Please do not draw attention to me.
I would like to remain in one piece.
What is this place?
Aren't you afraid of the abominations?
Don't you want to get out of here?
Why are you cleaning at a time like this?
Haven't you come across abominations?
It seems safe enough, for now.
How can you be so calm?
Succeed at what?
What's this Niall trying to do?
Are you saying there are blood mages here?
Blood magic?
I see.
Thank you for your help.
That's troubling news.
How is it worse?
We'll be able to handle it.
What am I supposed to do now?
I'm glad you're all right, Owain.
Owain?
I hope you decide to help us.
She's been tearing herself up over what might be happening in there.
I wish she didn't get so worked up over things.
And she's holding up the barrier...
Look after her, will you?
Wynne, obviously.
I don't know if she's up to this...
Especially not after...
I just worry.
Wynne's the strongest person I know, but she's only human.
This ordeal has been hard on her.
Well, thank you for helping us anyway.
I was on my way down to the library when I heard screaming, and a demon came around the corner.
Its eyes were afire with evil...
I was certain it was my death come upon me.
I think I screamed; I was so afraid.
And then Wynne was there, in front of me, shielding me.
It was light and fire, blood and chaos...
When it was over, the demon was dead but Wynne wasn't moving either.
I was so afraid she was... gone.
As I moved to help her, she stirred and coughed.
I don't know what I would have done if she had died... for me.
I know.
I owe her too much.
Just try not to upset her, all right?
She's gone through a lot.
I shouldn't take up any more of your time.
Thank you for listening to my rambling.
Just look after her, all right?
She might be completely fine, but then again, maybe she didn't come away from that totally unharmed.
Thank you.
And thank you again for helping us.
You should be on your way.
The sooner this is over, the better.
I think she can manage.
You sound a little worried.
She's old enough to look after herself.
I will, don't worry.
Wynne seems to be a strong woman.
Not after what?
Well, she is getting on in years.
I'm not Wynne's keeper.
Leave me alone.
What do you mean?
What happened?
All right.
I'll watch over her.
There's something you're not saying.
Well, she seems to have survived.
She was probably just stunned.
You probably couldn't have survived without her.
She just had the wind knocked out of her then.
That's good.
I'm glad she survived.
So have I, and no one has any sympathy for me.
Thanks for telling me this.
I'll try my best.
Yes, yes.... now stop bothering me.
I'm sure she'll recover.
Don't worry.
She'll be safe with me.
I wish this were over.
We're running low on supplies and I don't know how much longer we'll last.
I certainly hope so.
Are you here to trade then?
Yes, would you like to trade?
We need the abominations and demons out of this place, if that's what you mean.
If you have anything to trade, that would be helpful too.
You really killed all those abominations.
I didn't think it was possible.
I thought we'd all die here.
I'm sure you need supplies after that.
Don't you?
I'm sure it will be over soon.
You have supplies for sale?
No, I'm afraid not.
All right, let's trade.
They'll rip you apart and eat you from the inside out.
I wonder what's going on up there.
Have you ever seen an abomination?
The sight will haunt me forever.
Stay away from the tower, if you value your life.
Be on your guard.
They could attack at any moment.
What they said about Grey Wardens is true.
You proved that.
I wish this had never happened, but I'm glad it's over.
I owe you my life.
Thank you.
Ugh.
I've been assigned bringing out the bodies and burning them.
Its' over... thank the Maker.
Ooh.
Ow.
Ah... yes.
I have a crick in my back and my bum's gone numb.
Oh, holy Maker... look at this.
Those demons didn't know what hit them, did they?
Godwin, mage of the Circle of Ferelden, at your service.
Not as pleased as I am that you came along when you did.
What do you think I could do to you?
Have you seen you?
Or more accurately, have you seen the demons you made short work of?
You turned them into a thin, slightly sticky, somewhat runny paste that appears to be seeping into the cracks between the stones as we speak.
We don't have to argue.
You don't like me, and I would rather be out of here and out of your hair.
Our goals are similar.
I suppose this isn't the time for frivolous conversation.
Who knows what could burst through that door at any moment?
There were demons everywhere, blocking my exit.
I decided that the best thing to do in that situation was to hide and be very, very quiet.
I just really want to be somewhere safe.
I think I might stay here for now.
Maybe go back into my closet for a little while.
And go where?
The templars have locked the door.
I'm just going to stay here and see what happens.
Go with you?
While you... hunt down demons and abominations?
I'd rather... not.
But don't take this the wrong way.
I'm sure you're excellent company and a very nice person.
But it's just too... dangerous.
Thank you again, for saving me.
May we meet again, in happier, less life-threatening times.
Rogek?
He's a personal friend and... s-sometimes we... you know, c-correspond?
Did he, um, have anything for me?
Wait--what?
No, you can't just... that's my lyrium!
Well, mages need lyrium.
For spells... and things.
Nothing you'd know about.
You know the Circle always needs lyrium...
You shouldn't even have to ask...
It's perfectly normal.
I'm sure you have far better things to worry about, after all.
Goodbye then.
Ah, no offence meant, but I don't see how it's any of your business.
All right, all right.
I'll tell you.
Just... keep your hands to yourself.
Yes.
However, you'll forgive me if I choose to withhold some information.
I suppose you did at that...
Well, yes, but you see... the templars use lyrium, too.
They cannot manipulate natural energies like mages can, but they need to be able to fight us.
The big problem with lyrium is that it has... diminishing returns.
And the templars become dependent on it.
They go sort of... funny.
In the head, I mean.
They see things that aren't there, or have trouble holding onto a thought.
It's not all of them though... some are worse than others.
One of the fellows here has it pretty bad.
Carroll, I think.
If it wasn't me and Rogek, someone else would do it.
A-hah-hah... hardly.
I get by.
Maybe.
I think I'll take the risk.
Now if there isn't anything else, I'd like to be left alone, please.
Uh... you're... blackmailing me?
Fine, take this.
It's all I have on me at the moment.
Now just... leave me alone, please.
This just isn't my day.
You won't give me my lyrium and now this.
Fine.
Take all of this.
It's all I have right now.
I see.
And what do you think you'll do about it?
Great.
I feel like an apprentice, having something confiscated because I misbehaved.
W-what?
Be reasonable, I didn't do anything really bad...
No... ack!
You can't do that.
Greagoir doesn't have time for trivialities!
He's a busy man!
Very busy!
Oh, you'll do what you'll do, won't you?
So just... leave me alone.
Ugh.
Leave me alone.
Saving me from the demons doesn't give you the right to preach.
Those that know what I do have good reason not to get me in trouble.
You're... you're taking advantage of the templars!
Encouraging them!
And for money!
You... despicable, profiteering crook!
Yes, yes!  I will take it off your hands right now.
Out of curiosity, do you know why this lyrium took so long to get here?
Dwarves and their politics.
Always causing trouble... how is the situation now?
Ah, I see.
Well, I just wanted to know if I should expect another late delivery.
Hmm, I suppose you don't have much invested in our little operation.
No matter.
I've got this shipment.
No point worrying about the next.
Oh, yes.
Good idea.
Not the right time to chat.
Maybe I'll see you once all this trouble has died down.
I'll just pop back into the closet if I see any sign of trouble.
Please, don't hurt me.
I'm no one.
I'm not important.
I just... don't want to die.
Oh, Maker!
Because...
I...
I'm this close to wetting myself...
Right... right.
I'll try to calm down.
W-why's that funny?
I was petrified in there.
There were demons and then... you.
Thank you.
I won't bother you.
I'll just be here.
All quiet.
Th-thank you...
I-I suppose I can breathe easy now.
It's hard to remain quiet and hidden when you keep approaching me like this.
Y-yes?
Is there something you need from me?
I won't.
Won't move an inch until I know I'm safe.
Well, the demons are gone, and I figured that if you really wanted to kill me, you'd have done it by now.
I'm Godwin, mage of the Circle and all-round coward who would like to not die violently.
What do you want now?
You know, it's hard to stay hidden when you keep finding me.
And don't think I've forgotten you still have the lyrium.
My lyrium.
Ugh.
Just leave me alone.
Don't you have demons to kill or something?
You're going to lead them right to me.
I'm fine!
Now go!
They say you were the one who helped the Circle.
I'd kiss your feet if I didn't think you'd kill me.
I am Godwin, mage of the Circle.
Likewise.
I shan't take up more of your time.
I'm sure you've better things to do.
And I'd like some rest after my ordeal, so... well met and perhaps we'll speak later.
Oh, it's you!
You saved the Circle.
I'd kiss your feet if you didn't look as though you'd kill me if I did that.
You'll settle for a handshake, won't you?
Maybe a kiss on the forehead?
A-ha-ha...
I suppose we feel the same way then.
Might not seem like much coming from me but I appreciate what you've done for us.
You still have my lyrium though... and I'm not going to soon forget that.
Ah, hello again.
Would you like me to tell you again how wonderful you are?
Or maybe you'd just like to talk a little?
No sudden movements!
I'm watching you.
Are you hurt?
What's wrong?
I am pleased to meet you.
Keep your hands where I can see them.
I don't trust you.
I'll do the same to you, if you do anything suspicious.
Well, I still don't trust you.
How did you end up in that closet?
I've killed most of the demons.
You could escape.
You could come with me.
Do what you wish.
Your life is your own.
Very well.
Take care.
Your name is Godwin?
I met a dwarf who mentioned you.
Lyrium, but I bought it so you're dealing with me now.
Why do you need all this lyrium?
Keep your secrets if you wish.
I think I'll take my leave of you now.
Tell me what you're hiding.
Now.
But I'm curious, and I saved you.
The Circle gets its lyrium from Orzammar's miner's guild.
What happens to these templars?
You must make a lot of money off of this.
I'm going to do something about this.
You're just being modest now.
Share some of that wealth, or people will find out.
Now maybe I'll tell Greagoir anyway.
You're very kind, Godwin.
I'm not going to let this continue.
One more dead mage isn't going to be a surprise, I think.
I don't know.
I'll think of something.
Greagoir is going to find out about this.
You're not getting this lyrium.
Ever.
If they find you dead, they'll assume a demon got you.
I'll spare you, but I'm not going to let this go on.
It is no less than what you deserve.
And I'm going to tell Greagoir about this.
I've made up my mind.
It's hardly a triviality.
You have, and you should reflect on your actions.
How do you keep this operation hidden?
Yes.
He said you'd be waiting for this lyrium.
There is trouble in Orzammar and they're keeping people out.
Orzammar's gates were closed because of political unrest.
Why don't you go to Orzammar and find out for yourself?
I think the unrest will continue for some time.
They have a new king.
That's your problem, not mine.
You'd have to ask Rogek.
I don't feel like explaining it.
I'll tell you later, when we're safe.
Pathetic fool.
Why shouldn't I do away with you right now?
Calm down, please.
Really?
Heh.
You're funny.
I suppose I might have been unnecessarily harsh.
You disgust me.
Away with you.
You're not going to die.
Pull yourself together.
It's all right.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
I'll just be on my way then.
Stay where you are and don't move.
So, who are you?
Speak quickly.
I see you've calmed down a little.
And I'm still not giving it to you.
I just wanted to see that you were doing all right.
I'm curious about why you needed the lyrium.
Well, I am pleased to meet you, Godwin.
Handshake, yes.
Kiss, no.
I'm just glad you're still alive.
Uh, that's quite all right.
I was just saying hello.
What are we doing?
Have you thought about it?
We're making sure no one disrupts Uldred's plan.
I thought that was quite clear.
But he's not Uldred anymore...
I never wanted it to go this far.
Neither did I, but this is what we're faced with and--
Please, please don't kill me.
No... no please!
I know I have no right to ask for mercy, but I didn't mean for this death and destruction.
We were just trying to free ourselves.
Uldred told us that the Circle would support Loghain and Loghain would help us be free of the Chantry.
You don't know what it was like.
The templars were watching, always watching...
We thought... someone always has to take the first step... force a change, no matter the cost.
And now Uldred's gone mad, and we are scattered, doomed to die at the hands of those who seek to right our wrongs...
But I...
I would like a chance to atone for what I've done.
Please, if you spare me I...
I could escape and seek penance at the Chantry.
I just want my life.
Please...
Thank you.
The Maker will surely turn His eyes on you for your mercy!
I'll find a way.
Please...
I swear I'll do something good with my life.
Fight the darkspawn?
But I'm a...
No-no, I'll...
I'll help you.
I'll...
I'll do anything.
I don't want to die.
What should I do now?
Am I to follow you?
Yes, I will pledge my life to your cause.
Thank you for sparing me.
This is unwise.
You cannot trust her.
I suppose it is not my place to question your motives.
You know they'll never take you.
They're very picky about who they let in.
Harlots, murderers, yes.
Maleficarum, oh no...
Your comments betray your ignorance, Alistair.
The Chantry accepts all, regardless of what they've done.
Well, it seems you're familiar with a whole other Chantry, because the one I know wouldn't hesitate to shove a sword of mercy right through her heart.
What else can I do?
I'm trapped here.
Nothing is worth what you've done to this place.
It would be like talking to a brick wall... a brick wall that would rather you didn't exist in the first place.
The magic was a means to an end.
It gave us... it gave me the power to fight for what I believed.
Fighting for what you believe is commendable, but the ends do not always justify the means.
You don't really believe that do you Wynne?
Change rarely comes peacefully.
Andraste waged war on the Imperium; she didn't write them a strongly worded letter.
She reshaped civilization, freed the slaves, and gave us the Chantry.
But people died for it...
Don't you remember what it was like living here?
The templars watching... always watching.
Maker show you mercy, maleficar, for you'll find none here.
The people you killed didn't want to die either.
Tell me why I should spare your life.
What you've done will make things worse for future mages.
You know we cannot allow blood mages to live.
Your death will be your penance.
I will spare you, but I will not help you escape.
How will you get out?
With blood magic?
I will spare you.
Do not make me regret this decision.
If you can escape the templars, then you deserve freedom.
Your pleas do not move me.
Fight the darkspawn.
Redeem yourself.
I can always withdraw the offer if you'd rather die.
Maleficar, yes.
It means you can kill darkspawn quicker.
You have power.
I have use for you.
Join the apprentices downstairs.
Do not say who you are.
Hide for now, and go to my camp when it's safe.
Maybe so, but I need all the help I can get.
She deserves a chance to prove herself.
I know what I'm doing.
No, Leliana is right.
I feel inclined to agree with Alistair.
Enough!
This is not the point.
I'm sorry, but I do not know what I can do for you.
And all you do is wallow in self-pity.
Pathetic.
You can die with dignity.
You should have expressed your concerns to the Chantry.
But why turn to forbidden magic?
And so you fought back.
But I never turned to forbidden magic.
Yes, I understand.
I hated it too.
Everything is just as you wanted, my knight.
Our love and our family is more than you hoped for.
What was that?
Do you hear something, love?
It is nothing, my darling.
Just the door.
I will get it.
The children have finished supper.
Tuck them into bed while I see who it is.
Don't be long, the children will want to kiss you goodnight.
Oh, can't it wait?
We're a little busy right now.
I will be but a moment, my pet.
You are intruding upon a loving, intimate moment and I dislike disruptions.
Happiness is bewitching.
There is a certain power in all things mortals delight in.
I have given him what he always wanted.
Where is the harm in that?
All emotion is intangible.
You cannot see it, cannot grasp it.
How is his happiness less real than anyone else's?
I saw his loneliness and longing for a family that loved him.
No one else would have known his heart.
He did not know it himself. 
You do not see what I see of him.
You do not know.
I fulfill his dreams...
I grant him all his desires.
Is he my slave, or am I his? 
We are partners.
I give him what no one else can, and through him, I experience what it is to be mortal.
This I will do.
I vow to do no harm to you, nor those who travel with you.
What happiness?
He has gone through life empty, resentful of his vows.
You would return him to this?
Our thoughts and spirits are melded.
If one perishes, so does the other.
Though much of my strength is spent maintaining this link, I am his wife, and his children; he will defend me to the death if need be.
I want nothing from you.
I have what I need.
All I ask is that you leave us alone.
Perhaps we will escape.
Perhaps we will not.
You have my thanks, if that means anything to you.
You will not see us again.
Come, my pet, we are going for a walk.
The children want you to show them all the stars in the night sky.
Then you leave me no choice...
Help!
There are bandits at the door!
They are going to murder the children!
They will not get past me!
How long will you keep him in this stupor?
Will he know it when his body fails and death claims him?
A short, blissful existence is preferable to an interminable one of misery.
A family where the wife and children are in reality the same person... thing.
That there... that defines creepy.
Apparently you can get your desire and still suffer horribly. 'Tis truly a lesson for all who consider marriage.
But it is normally caused by something real--real events, real people.
What you've done to him is... is abhorrent.
Demon!
Die!
I command you to stop what you are doing to this man!
Unhand him, foul demon!
What in Andraste's name is going on here?
There's nothing loving or intimate going on here.
And I dislike demons.
You die, now.
You have this templar ensorcelled, don't you?
No, I suppose there isn't.
How did you manage this?
You're deceiving him.
I would consider that harmful.
His happiness is an illusion, a cruel lie.
I can't bring myself to destroy what you've done for him.
I do not think this is what he really wants.
So you think you're doing a good thing?
You've made him into your slave.
Let him go, or I will kill you.
I will leave you alone, if you do the same for me.
He deserves to be free from you, to find his own happiness.
You're a parasite, and we must be rid of you.
So you can drain him and move on to someone else?
No.
What will become of you if I leave you?
Even if I do, the templars will come for you eventually.
The situation you are in is intriguing.
I will let you live.
You are too dangerous to let live.
Fine, then do with him as you wish.
I must free him, even though it may mean his death.
You're a wicked demon and deserve to die.
It is time for supper, pet.
Yes, my love.
What are we having tonight?
Roast boar, your favorite.
And candied yams.
The meal looks sumptuous.
You spoil me, my sweet.
How fare our children at their lessons?
You should ask them yourself.
What have you learned, my son?
Mother has me practicing my penmanship.
She raps me on the knuckles if my letters are not formed correctly.
Yes, it is important for a young man to be able to write.
And what about you, my dearest Lissa?
Mother is teaching me to play the harp.
And I helped with supper!
Well, it is delicious.
Thank you, my dear.
Isn't this wonderful, husband?
Isn't our life perfect?
Yes.
It is all perfect.
The children have gone to bed, my pet.
You are warm and blissful and content.
Perhaps it is time for us to retire, my love.
Of course, my darling.
I am eager to fulfill my wifely duties.
Thank you.
That was an uncomfortable experience.
This trick again?
I know what you are.
It won't work.
I will stay strong...
The boy is exhausted.
And this cage...
I've never seen anything like it.
Rest easy... help is here.
Enough visions.
If anything in you is human... kill me now and stop this game.
You broke the others, but I will stay strong, for my sake... for theirs...
He's delirious.
He's been tortured... and has probably been denied food and water.
I can tell.
Filthy blood mages... getting in my head...
I will not break...
I'd rather die.
Silence...
I'll not listen to anything you say.
Now begone!
Still here?
But that's always worked before.
I close my eyes, but you are still here when I open them.
Don't blame me for being cautious.
The voices... the images... so real...
Did Greagoir send you?
How... how did you get here?
Good... kill Uldred.
Kill them all for what they've done.
They caged us like animals... looked for ways to break us.
I'm the only one left...
They turned some into... monsters.
And... there was nothing I could do.
Don't think I'm not grateful... but why should I live when my friends lie dead, their bodies and spirits broken?
To think I once felt pity for the Circle.
Now I'd like nothing more than to wipe their taint off the face of Thedas.
Only mages have that much power at their fingertips.
Only mages are so susceptible to the infernal whisperings of the demons.
This is a discussion for another time!
Yes, some fought back... but even they are lost now.
Uldred has them.
What others?
What are you talking about?
Irving and the other mages who fought Uldred.
Where are they?
They are in the Harrowing Chamber.
The sounds coming out from there... oh, Maker...
He's doing something to them, I can feel it.
Something horrible... 
We must hurry.
They are in grave danger, I am sure of it.
You can't save them.
You don't know what they've become.
But you haven't been up there.
You haven't been under their influence.
They've been surrounded b-by blood mages whose wicked fingers snake into your mind and corrupt your thoughts.
You have to end it, now, before it's too late.
He's suffered pain and anguish like few have had to endure.
That and his lust for revenge have confused the issue--
Do <emp>not</emp> presume to judge me, mage!
I am thinking clearly--for perhaps the first time in my life.
Then you are a fool who does not see to the heart of the situation.
Are you really saving anyone by taking this risk?
To ensure this horror is ended... to guarantee that no abominations or blood mages live, you must kill everyone up there.
That is your choice to make, but I beg you to consider what I have to say.
You understand what you must do.
I would help, but as you can see, I am in no position to do anything.
The highest priority is prying the tower away from these rogue mages.
It must be done.
You do realize the fool is deranged, yes?
His mind has been twisted by hatred and jealousy.
You cannot tell maleficarum by sight.
Just one could influence the mind of a king, of a grand cleric.
You may be confident in your ability to stand up to them, but what about the rest of us?
Will you protect us from them?
I am just willing to see the painful truth, which you are content to ignore.
But what can I do?
As you can see, I am in no position to directly influence your actions, though I would love to deal with the mages myself.
My cage is Uldred's doing... or one of his mages.
Once they're dead, I will be free.
Don't waste time on me... deal with Uldred, if that is what you plan to do.
Once he is dead, I will be freed.
Sometimes terrible things must be done to protect the greater good.
I wish you luck.
May the Maker turn his gaze on you.
What greater good?
What good is done by killing the innocent?
I cannot let you harm them.
I am sorry we could not agree, and I am sorry that I must stop you.
No one ever listens, not until it's far too late.
Maker turn his gaze on you.
I hope your compassion hasn't doomed us all.
Thank you.
I knew you would make a rational decision.
Rational?
How is this rational?
Do you understand the danger?
I know full well the dangers of magic, but killing innocents because they might be maleficarum is not justice.
I know you are angry--
You know nothing!
I am thinking about the future of the Circle.
Of Ferelden.
His hatred of mages is so intense... the memory of his friends' deaths is still fresh in his mind.
And to think I once thought we were too hard on you.
Did a mage not start this?
Isn't one of you to blame?
I think you need a tall mug of ale to calm you down, lad.
I may need one myself, come to think...
That was inappropriate, dwarf.
But what more could be expected from an ignorant, cave-dwelling heathen?
Ignorant, cave-dwelling heathen...?
Have we met before?
What do you know about the mages' evil, anyway?
You didn't see what they did to the others.
Why have you returned to the tower?
How did you survive?
As it was mine.
And look what they've done to it.
They deserve to die.
Uldred most of all.
Yes.
How proud you are of your power.
Just like Uldred, and look what's become of him now.
I am beyond caring what you think.
The Maker knows my sin, and I pray that he will forgive me.
You are a mage and I, a templar.
It is my duty to oppose you and all you are.
It was the foolish fancy of a naive boy.
I know better now.
Sifting through my thoughts... tempting me with the one thing I always wanted but could never have...
Using my shame against me... my ill-advised infatuation with her... a mage, of all things.
Only too well... how far they must have delved into my thoughts...
I fear the consequences of all this.
I pray you are successful.
You did it...
I feel almost sorry for them, but it had to be done.
Thank you.
The templars will forever be in your debt.
Perhaps in death they will gain the Maker's forgiveness.
When Uldred died, the magic confining me dissipated.
I wanted to make sure things were all right.
We will have to start over, but there will always be mages, and the Circle will always be needed.
Greagoir will want to know that the situation has been resolved.
I'm sure he'll be very pleased.
Follow me, then.
All right, but make it quick.
I want to report to Greagoir as soon as possible.
Are we leaving yet?
I don't like wasting time, and I do have injuries that need tending.
Please try to be quick.
We should report as soon as possible.
Good.
Greagoir will be grateful for the help you've given us.
I am feeling better, now that I am free.
My wounds will heal in time.
Those responsible have got--or will get--what they deserve.
Now, are we ready to go?
When you knew me, I was an innocent.
I wanted to be a knight, but I never really thought about why we were needed.
Now, my eyes have been opened.
The naivete I once had is gone forever.
But I welcome the change as long as it helps me better serve the Chantry.
Are you ready to go?
We shouldn't waste any more time.
I'm glad I'm still alive, but the Circle's future still remains to be seen.
What's going on?
Who are you?
What won't work?
A templar, and it seems he is a prisoner.
Calm down.
You're safe now.
Snap out of it.
I've no time for these games.
Don't be foolish, we're not some kind of illusion.
You're not going to die, not if I can help it.
You're pretty dense, aren't you?
I am no trick of the mind.
I'm real, and I'm here to help you.
I'm a Grey Warden, and I'm trying to help save the tower.
I defeated everything in my way.
Now it's Uldred's turn.
I'm here to cleanse the Circle.
Greagoir sent me, in a sense.
Be thankful it wasn't you.
You must stay strong.
Uldred will pay for what he's done.
Your opinion doesn't count to me.
Not all mages are evil.
I've heard talk of others.
Of survivors.
I don't understand.
What are you afraid of?
We can't just kill them all.
I am a mage too, Cullen.
I will not kill an innocent.
I know.
I intend to destroy the Circle.
Then let's just hope it isn't too late.
Your outrage says differently...
I agree with Wynne.
I want to save everyone who can possibly be saved.
What do you propose we do?
I cannot decide on that before seeing what's going on.
I hate to admit it, but you are probably right.
We will come back for you after we deal with Uldred.
I could free you, and then you could help us.
I'd prefer to keep you out of danger, anyway.
I'd rather spare maleficarum than risk harming an innocent.
I do not fear maleficarum--they should fear me.
Rest easy.
I will get rid of these pesky mages. 
We don't know that they are all blood mages.
You're right.
It's not worth the risk.
I do not want the blood of innocents on my hands.
It isn't as bad as you make it out to be.
We will deal with you once Uldred lies dead.
Good.
Then you can't cause any trouble.
Perhaps I can free you.
Yes, everyone will be freed.
Including the mages.
Stay safe.
It will be over soon.
It's unfortunate that so many have to die for his mistakes.
And then I will also decide what to do with the others.
Mages are dangerous, yes.
Rest easy.
I will accomplish this.
The Circle has gone bad.
It should be destroyed.
Watch what you say to me.
I am a mage.
We're not all evil, Cullen.
Is it so surprising that I've returned?
This was my home.
I survived through quick wit and talent, of course.
Greagoir told me what happened; I knew I had to help.
Makes you wish you hadn't said those things, doesn't it?
I'm sorry if I ever led you on.
It would never have worked.
Why does it cause you so much pain?
There is nothing wrong with liking someone.
This is no trick.
We're here to help.
Stop it.
You're embarrassing me.
Uh...
I don't think I should be hearing this.
Cullen!
Don't you recognize me?
I wish I could have saved them.
What is going to happen now?
What are you doing up here?
I wish you the best in that endeavor.
I should tell Greagoir that it's over.
I've had enough of this tower.
It is time to leave.
Very well, let us leave now.
I'd like to investigate the tower a bit more.
Wait a moment longer.
Yes, let us leave now.
Are you feeling all right?
You've changed since I last saw you.
<desc>This is Niall's dead body.</desc>
<desc>You find a scroll tucked neatly into a pocket on the inside of Niall's robe.</desc>
<desc>Leave Niall alone.</desc>
<desc>Search the body for the Litany of Adralla.</desc>
Oh, look.
Visitors.
I'd entertain you but... too much effort involved.
He's just resting.
Poor lad, he was so very, very weary.
You want to join us, don't you?
But why?
Aren't you tired of all the violence in this world?
I know I am.
Wouldn't you like to just lay down and... forget about all this?
Leave it all behind?
<desc>Thump</desc>
Frozen again.
Lovely.
Ho...
I feel like I've had a bellyful of warm meat and cool ale...
All that's missing is a well-formed bosom to rest my head on...
Mmmm...
What is this?
Some ridiculous ploy to get me to let down my guard?
Can't... keep eyes open.
Someone... pinch... me.
This is ridiculous.
You cannot expect me to rest on a floor sticky with blood...
We must stand... and fight...
I'll not listen to your lies, demon.
You have no... power over me...
Resist.
You must resist, else we are all lost...
Why do you fight?
You deserve more...
You deserve a rest.
The world will go on without you.
What do we have here?
A rebellious minion?
An escaped slave? <desc>Laughs</desc> My, my... but you do have some gall.
But, playtime is over.
You have to go back now and be good.
I could make it like the real world, if that's what you want.
I could keep you happy indefinitely.
Do you want that?
I made you happy and safe.
I gave you peace.
I did my best for you and you say you want to leave?
Can't you think about someone other than yourself?
I'm hurt, so very, very hurt.
You are an obedient servant, and I will think fondly of you.
You wish to battle me?
So be it... you will learn to bow to your betters, mortal!
You have returned?
I thought we agreed you would stay where I placed you?
Of course, of course.
Regardless... return to where you were.
I can't have my subjects running about willy-nilly.
Killing demons is enough entertainment for me, thanks.
Who is that man and what have you done to him?
Good, that will make you that much easier to kill.
No.
You can't keep me here.
I'm not doing anything you tell me.
Back to the real world?
I'll make my own happiness, thank you.
I don't want anything you offer.
I want to be free.
Very well, I will return, for now.
I'll take my chances.
I'll do nothing you say.
Sorry, but I'd rather just be rid of your evil right now.
I got lost.
Could you return me to where I was?
You should have guessed I would return to defeat you.
I think it is time for me to take you down.
I made no such agreement.
I wish to leave here.
Let me go, or perish.
Maker.
I'm too old for this.
But I am alive and that is something to be... thankful for.
My friend, the Circle owes you its thanks.
You can imagine my surprise when I saw it was you.
I would not have thought our next meeting would be under such circumstances.
Irving!
Are you all right?
I've... ngh... been better.
But I am thankful to be alive.
I suppose that is your doing, isn't it, Wynne?
I wasn't alone.
I had help.
The Circle owes both of you a debt we will never be able to repay.
Come, the templars await.
We shall let them know that the tower is once again ours.
I'll need you to guide me down the stairs...
Ah, curse whoever insisted the Circle be housed in a tower.
All right, but please hurry.
Greagoir should be informed of what happened here as soon as possible.
I was surprised to see you standing there.
But I am glad you have returned.
Are you ready to leave yet?
We should tell the templars about what went on here.
Here we are, the tower in disarray, the Circle nearly annihilated... though it could have been much, much worse.
I am glad you arrived when you did.
It's almost as though the Maker Himself sent you.
From what Greagoir said, it seems that you came here seeking allies.
The least we can do is help you against the darkspawn.
I would hate to survive this only to be overcome by the Blight.
We will do what we can for now, but if the Blight spreads, the tower itself will be lost.
Stopping the Blight is more important.
Do not underestimate us.
Even one mage will be a great help to you.
You have my word, as first enchanter.
The Circle will join the Grey Wardens in the fight.
There is much to be done here, and I must go.
You must forgive me for not being a proper host. 
When the time comes, we will stand beside you.
Irving, I have a request: I seek leave to follow the Grey Warden.
Wynne... we need you here.
The Circle needs you.
I appreciate the sentiment, Irving, but the Circle will do fine without me.
The Circle has you.
This man is brave and good, and capable of great things.
If he will accept my help, I will help him accomplish his goals.
I will respect your decision and stay with the Circle for now.
My offer still stands; you know where to find me should you require my assistance.
You were never one to stay in the tower when there was adventure to be had elsewhere.
Why stay when I can be of service elsewhere?
Then I give you leave to follow the Grey Warden, but know that you always have a place here.
This woman is brave and good, and capable of great things.
If she will accept my help, I will help her accomplish her goals.
You of all people should know that we are not to be underestimated.
The mages you see here will be a great help to you.
Welcome back, friend.
You'll be glad to learn that the Circle is well on its way to recovery.
I wish you well.
Know you will always be welcome here.
You've already done much for the Circle.
Now you must see to your duty as a Grey Warden.
Orzammar?
Indeed?
You have piqued my curiosity.
It is common knowledge that dwarves lack the... aptitude for spell craft.
She will never be able to weave the simplest magic, no matter how hard she tries.
Fascinating.
I suppose the Circle should be flattered.
I see.
If she is willing to sacrifice so much for this, then we should feel honored.
I cannot deny anyone, dwarf or human, the chance to learn.
Knowledge should not be withheld from those who seek it.
Tell Dagna, of Orzammar, that this path will not be easy, but if she chooses it, then she is welcome here at the Circle.
She will live and study with the Tranquil and perhaps the apprentices, when it is appropriate.
Ah, if only the Circle was in better shape.
I fear she may be disappointed when she arrives.
This will be interesting.
She could tell us much about our dwarven neighbors.
Yes, the more I think about it, the more I like the idea.
I shall take this as an indication that perhaps things are starting to look up for the Circle.
Thank you.
You went above and beyond the call of duty for the Circle.
You have done us proud.
Very well, lead on.
I would like to look around before we leave.
Yes, we should go now.
It was merely coincidence.
The Blight drove me here to seek aid.
So I have your word?
What about the tower?
Don't you have to stay here?
But there are so few mages left.
Yes, my duties also call me away.
Goodbye for now.
I understand.
Till we meet again.
You can come with me if you really want to.
I don't need you tagging along and nagging at me.
I think you are needed here and should stay.
I would be honored to have you join me, Wynne.
Forgive me, but I must take my leave.
Is there anything else I can do for you?
Dagna, of Orzammar, wishes to study magic.
She is aware of this, but her interest has not waned.
I don't think she minds.
She still wants to learn though.
All she wants is to study the theory of magic.
She's dreamed about it all her life.
Don't disappoint her.
She wants to learn.
That is a worthy goal.
She is willing to give up caste and clan for this.
I think she's being silly, myself.
Thank you, First Enchanter.
She's going to be so overjoyed.
I shall return to Orzammar with this news then.
Perhaps, but it was her choice to make.
I think she'll be very interested in what happened.
You'll have an extra pair of hands to help rebuild.
Ah... look what we have here.
An intruder.
I bid you welcome.
Care to join in our... revels?
But you just got here.
You're not leaving so soon, are you?
Oh, how could I disobey when you say that in such a commanding voice?
Oh.
Very observant.
I'm quite impressed you're still alive.
Unfortunately, that must mean you killed my servants.
Ah, well, they are probably better off dying in the service of their betters than living with the terrible responsibility of independence.
We needn't fixate on who killed whom.
That doesn't help our relationship.
Yes, you understand, don't you?
I see it in you...
Isn't it obvious?
I'm freeing these people, too long shackled by the Circle.
I'm giving them what they truly wanted all along.
Wait, wait, wait... let's not be hasty.
I'm trying to have a civilized conversation here.
And freeing them in the process!
A mage is but the larval form of something greater.
Your Chantry vilifies us, calls us abominations, when we have truly reached our full potential!
Look at them.
The Chantry has them convinced.
They deny themselves the pleasure of becoming something glorious.
Isn't that right?
Tell our friend how much happier you are now.
It is a beautiful gift you have given us.
See?
It would be so much easier if they all simply accepted it and opened their hearts to me.
But some people can be so stubborn.
Resistance!
Everywhere I go, resistance!
How very inconsiderate.
And what good did that do?
I still won.
I even have the first enchanter on my side, don't I...
Irving?
Stop him... he... is building an army.
He will... destroy the templars and--
You're a sly little fox, Irving, telling on me like that.
And here I thought he was starting to turn.
N-never.
That's enough out of you, Irving.
He'll serve me, eventually.
As will you...
Ha!
I serve <emp>no one</emp>.
No...
I have plans for you.
Great plans.
Oh, I'm not stupid.
Do you think I'm going to let you wander around this tower, knowing you are a pawn of the templars?
You are a thorn in my side and I must remove you before you fester.
No, but it served to bring the point across.
I cannot let you be, but killing you... such a waste.
Your raw potential, with the strength of a demon behind it, would be unstoppable.
I can do that--I can give you power, and a new life.
I don't think your opinion matters.
That is what I've decided, and that is what will be done.
Fight, if you must.
It will just make my victory all the sweeter.
What have you done to him?!
Wait... what do we have here?
Why, it's the first enchanter.
Come say hello to your old apprentice, Irving.
Don't mind the blood.
He's had a... hard day.
You're mad!
There's nothing glorious about what you've become, Uldred!
Uldred?
He is gone.
I am Uldred and yet not Uldred.
I am more than he was.
I could give you this gift, Wynne.
You and all mages.
It would be so much easier if you just accepted it.
Ah... look what we have here.
I remember you.
Irving's star pupil.
Uldred didn't think much of you then, and I certainly don't see your appeal now...
I suppose one can't be loved universally.
No.
I'll just be going now.
Stop what you're doing immediately!
I think I'll just kill you, if that's all right with you.
I take it you're Uldred.
I'm sorry.
Are you upset I killed your lackeys?
Those blood mages and abominations got what they deserved.
There's no relationship to speak of.
You're an abomination.
I suppose we are similar, in some ways.
What exactly are you doing here?
This ends now!
Are you sure this is what they want?
You're turning them into abominations!
This is not what mages want.
I don't want this!
You'll soon follow your servants.
I do not converse with abominations.
This must not be allowed to continue.
What are you trying to accomplish by torturing these people?
All right.
Talk.
You're turning these people into abominations!
I'm going to destroy everything here, including you.
Of course they are.
You're trying to destroy their lives!
Say what you like, I'm still going to kill you.
I'm glad so many of them stood up to you.
No, I think it is you who should serve me.
Are you proposing a partnership of some sort?
No, I won't.
I'd rather die.
Did you have to use such a disgusting analogy?
You can certainly try to get rid of me.
So you're going to kill me then?
That's going too far!
You die now!
That doesn't sound very appealing to me.
I'm sorry, I can't let you do that.
I am still a Circle mage, and what you've done concerns me.
Well, forgive me if I'm not very impressed.
Ah, there you are.
I'm not disturbing you, am I?
Dead?
Me?
Hah!
I have been close many times, but I never quite made it all the way.
I'm sure you were simply deep in thought.
You've been at Weisshaupt for some time now.
Do you like it here?
You are unused to peace, but in time you will grow to love it.
We need no longer fear the darkspawn.
It will stand as a testament to the time when the Grey Wardens were needed to fight the darkspawn.
The darkspawn are gone, remember?
You were there in that last great battle.
Everything is as it should be.
We have eradicated the darkspawn, and the world is at peace.
But now it is, for the first time in history.
And you played a part in the making of that history.
Do you not remember?
It will.
The darkspawn will be a distant memory.
It was a triumph for all of us, bringing down the archdemon and setting the underground lairs ablaze.
The Grey Wardens shall be keepers of history.
We shall tell tales and sing songs of a more tumultuous time, that others may rejoice in knowing that that time is past.
The Duncan you know was a man forged in the fires of war.
I am different now, at peace.
I have learned to be tranquil.
And I suppose you know the Grey Wardens better than I do?
Foolish child.
I have given you so much and you cast it back in my face.
Can you not be content with the peace I offer?
Yes.
All we need do now is rest and take pride in what we have accomplished.
It seems only war and death will satisfy you.
So be it!
Have your war and your darkspawn!
May they be your doom!
I just wanted to make sure you were happy here, in Weisshaupt.
These grand halls were built by the first Grey Wardens.
Isn't it breathtaking?
Yes, is there something you wish to speak to me about?
Wait... you should be dead.
I can't quite remember what I was doing.
No.
Do you need something from me?
No, it is boring.
Why don't I have to fear then?
Yes, of course.
It's a beautiful fortress.
You speak as though the darkspawn are no longer a problem.
What do you mean?
Don't we still have to fight?
Why are we here when we should be battling darkspawn?
I don't know.
Something doesn't seem right.
Oh, I see.
I suppose that's something to rejoice about.
That's not right.
The world is never utterly at peace.
This peace will not last long.
No, I thought the darkspawn would always be a threat.
Vaguely, as though it were a dream.
We eradicated the darkspawn?
Then what shall the Grey Wardens do?
That's not possible.
You're hiding something from me.
If the darkspawn are gone, then we are no longer needed.
The Duncan I know would never rest on his laurels.
I can't believe it.
This is some kind of trick.
I don't think you're Duncan.
Tranquil?
You mean sedated.
That sounds utterly boring.
I want no part of it.
No, that is not what the Grey Wardens are.
I suppose I could try.
The darkspawn are not gone, to ignore them is irresponsible.
You offer complacency, not peace.
No, nothing.
I've thought about it and something feels amiss.
Oh, hello.
You must be one of Alistair's friends.
Are you sure you won't stay for supper?
He's ours.
Nothing you say will convince him otherwise.
He sees only what we want him to see.
I am not so easily disposed of, Grey Warden.
I weary of this act.
Let him go.
You don't fool me, demon.
Why don't we just fight and get it over with?
I won't let this continue.
Then I suppose I'll have to get rid of you.
Who are you?
Where did you come from?
Are you a demon?
No...
I see that you're not.
You're like me.
Congratulations on getting out of that trap.
The demon traps everything that comes here in a dream it thinks they can't--or won't--try to leave.
I thought I'd escaped, too, but I've been wandering these empty, grey spaces for a lifetime.
Yes, I am.
My name is Niall.
My name is Niall.
I was trying to save the Circle when I encountered the sloth demon.
I expect our experiences were similar.
I had just retrieved the Litany of Adralla.
My companions and I were assailed on our way to the Harrowing chamber.
I escaped only to encounter the sloth demon... and now I'm here.
So am I.
We were going to defeat the blood mages with the Litany of Adralla.
It's a spell, a... a chant that protects your mind from blood mages.
Owain helped me greatly.
I suppose I'll never be able to repay him.
The Litany was our weapon against the blood mages' domination.
But it's too late.
Everyone's dead...
They can get into your mind and take control of your body.
You can't stop what they make you do... but the Litany protects against that.
The Litany was our only hope of saving the Circle.
But now...
This place drains you of everything... hope, feeling, life...
I don't know.
They must have been practicing in secret, even teaching others.
I knew these people, trusted them...
I try to do something heroic for once in my life, and I get trapped by sloth.
Ironic, really.
No, there is no way out of here.
You think there might be, but you'd be wrong.
Though sheer stupidity, or perhaps very, very bad luck.
My name is Niall, by the way.
I suppose we never had much to do with each other.
I heard many good things about you from Irving, however.
I am Niall.
Wait--I...
I know you, don't I?
You were the apprentice who left with the Grey Warden. 
Who would have thought you would end up here, with me?
Good job for getting out of that trap.
I never thought I'd die like this, in this cold, forsaken place.
Alone.
I don't want it to end like this.
Do you feel it?
It's getting so cold...
Not much.
You couldn't say we were friends, really.
Demons have their own hierarchies.
They play their own games and mortals serve as... pawns, perhaps even bargaining chips.
The demon keeping us here probably rules this entire section of the Fade.
It'll not let us go easily, if at all.
Nothing dampens your spirit, does it?
I don't know whether to admire or pity you.
Off you go then.
Save the world...
Uldred is the mastermind behind it all.
At Uldred's suggestion the Circle was about to ally itself with Loghain, when the teyrn's treachery was revealed.
Uldred made excuses but we were having none of it.
He panicked then, tried to leave...
Irving would not let him.
I don't know.
I don't believe we got to that part.
I was barely paying attention.
Such meetings are boring; the course of action usually decided before we even congregate.
Some things make you sit up and pay attention.
What happened was one of those things.
Uldred let loose a bolt of energy that flung us all against the far wall.
That woke me up.
It might have been a signal.
That was when a whole group of mages poured into the chamber.
And that was when I saw real blood magic in action, for the first time in my life.
It was like they brought the wrath of the Maker Himself down upon our heads.
No, I don't.
I would never take that power, even if it were offered to me on a platter.
I was just getting to that.
Uldred must have also dabbled in demonology.
When the fighting started he tried to summon something... or some things.
They overwhelmed him, and when his screaming stopped, Uldred was... gone.
I'm sure he wishes he were dead.
Uldred became an abomination.
And when I saw it, I ran for my life.
I was in a panic.
Once I calmed down, I thought about what would happen if... that thing... got out.
Oh, have you?
I doubt you've seen anything like this before.
Uldred is a powerful mage, possessed by a mad thing that cares not a whit for human life.
The abomination you met cannot compare to him.
I gathered some of my fellows and we obtained the Litany from the stockroom.
I thought if we disabled the others, we could throw everything we had at Uldred.
But...
I saw my friends fall, one by one... and now it's my turn.
Not much.
I know that it stops blood mages from taking over your mind.
I don't even know who, or what, Adralla is.
You're better off asking someone more knowledgeable.
Right.
Some random stranger will be my sole companion for the rest of my short, pathetic life.
Look...
I'm sorry if I'm not bright and cheery.
I failed the Circle and I'm going to die here and...
Let's just change the subject.
You're back.
That's not surprising.
There's no way out.
Every time you take a step you think: maybe this step will take me home... but you'd be wrong.
You defeated the demon.
I never thought...
I never expected you to free yourself, to free us both.
When you return... take the Litany of Adralla from my... body.
It will protect you from the worst of the blood magic.
Don't be foolish.
This is not something to take chances with.
I wish I could help but...
I cannot go with you.
I have been here far too long.
For you it will have been an afternoon's nap.
Your body won't have wasted away in the real world while your spirit lay in the hands of a demon.
Every minute I was here, the sloth demon was feeding off of me, using my life to fuel the nightmares of this realm.
There is so little of me left... 
I was never meant to save the Circle, or... survive its troubles.
I am dying.
It is as simple as that.
I do not fear what may come.
They say we return to the Maker in death, and that isn't such a terrible thing.
My only regret is that I could not save the Circle.
But you... you can.
Take the Litany off my... my body, when you return.
It is important!
I can rest easy knowing you will save the Circle.
I'm not... a hero.
Perhaps trying to be one was foolish.
Dark times, greater acts of heroism, eh?
You may be right.
Before I was taken to the Circle, my mother said I was meant for greatness, that I would be more than my ancestors could have ever dreamed.
I hope I haven't disappointed her.
It is time for us both to be on our way.
Remember the Litany of Adralla.
The Circle is all that matters now.
Thank you and goodbye... friend.
Thank you, but it is too late for me.
Yes, what now?
Of course I did.
Trap?
Are you a mage of the Circle?
I was taken by surprise.
What were you doing before you were attacked?
Why were you going to the Harrowing Chamber?
What is this Litany of Adralla?
Looks like you won't get to save the Circle.
You have the Litany of Adralla, don't you?
Niall?
Owain mentioned you.
The blood mages' domination?
There is still hope, isn't there?
It's not too late, I'm sure.
Why are there so many blood mages here?
At least you're still alive.
We'll find a way out.
I'll be back.
I don't remember you from my time here.
I'll just leave you to think about that, then.
What do you know about the sloth demon?
If we work together we can escape.
Then I will have to defeat the demon.
It's worth a try.
I'm not going to wait to die.
So are the blood mages responsible for all this trouble?
What did Irving plan to do?
Did Uldred confess?
And what then?
So are you sure you didn't make a mistake?
When did the blood mages show up?
But how did the trouble start?
You know you want that power, don't you?
But the abominations, where did they come from?
What do you mean gone?
Dead?
You ran?  But I thought you were trying to save the Circle.
I've fought an abomination before.
I'm not going to die here.
There must be a way out.
What do you know about the Litany of Adralla?
Tell me more about this place.
You're not alone.
I should explore this place a bit more.
I'm sure I can do without it.
Aren't you coming to help?
Your body?
I don't have time to listen to you.
I'm leaving.
What are you babbling about?
You think you're going to die?
I'm sorry I could not rescue us earlier.
I suppose I could manage that.
What about you?
I will do this.
I should leave quickly then.
That's not true.
You did a lot to help the Circle.
It was a nice try, but you should've left it to the experts.
Ordinary people can do great things when they have to.
Are you done reminiscing?
Well, you died in quite a unique manner, I suppose.
I'm sure she's very proud of you.
You didn't, Niall.
You're not dying.
I could heal you.
Welcome, my friend.
We fought the good fight and won.
Rejoice!
<desc>This closet seems to be trembling slightly.
You can hear soft whimpers coming from inside it.</desc>
N-no?
H-hello?
Are the demons gone?
Is it safe?
I don't want to d-die.
N-nothing.
P-please, I don't want to die.
I'm nobody...
I'm harmless... please leave me alone.
But the demons...
If... if you're sure it's safe, I could take a peek outside.
Oh, Maker.
Oh, please don't hurt me.
Please don't...
<act>Kick the door open.</act>
Is someone in there?
It's all right.
You can come out now.
Hello?
It's safe.
You can come out.
Come out here, or I'll make you come out.
It's more dangerous if you stay in there.
You don't have to be afraid of me.
Stop whining and come out.
They're gone.
I've dealt with them.
Trust me.
Reveal yourself or I'll chop this cupboard to pieces.
Before you go, there is something I must ask.
I see that the path that led you here was not easy.
Return when you are ready, and I shall open the way.
Very well.
I will enter the Gauntlet.
I'm not ready to enter the Gauntlet.
There is only one way to the Ashes, and that is through the Gauntlet. 
Take me to the Urn, or I will cut you down.
If your heart is true, there is nothing to fear.
I'm afraid.
I see you have returned.
Do you still seek the Ashes?
The Gauntlet awaits.
Tamlen was one of your tribe--a blood-brother.
You left him in the ruins, left him to his fate.
You rose above your caste to become a Grey Warden, but you left behind your family who relied on you.
You abandoned your father and mother, leaving them in the hands of Rendon Howe, knowing he would show no mercy.
I am ready, Guardian.
Just open the door.
One moment, I'm not quite ready yet.
Tell me, pilgrim, did you fail them?
Tell me, pilgrim, did you fail Tamlen?
Do you think you failed Trian?
You left Shianni to Vaughan, in exchange for some bent coppers.
She trusted and relied on you.
Tell me, pilgrim, did you fail Shianni?
By the time you reached Shianni, she was broken, brutalized.
You were too late.
You allowed yourself to be manipulated by Bhelen, and you murdered your elder brother, Trian.
Bhelen's machinations led to Trian's death and your exile.
You allowed this to happen.
You betrayed Jowan to Irving.
He was almost killed, and he lost the one thing that mattered: Lily.
Jowan trusted you.
Jowan was discovered by the templars.
You were helping him.
Tell me, do you think you failed Jowan?
No.
Jowan brought it on himself by dabbling in blood magic.
No.
I tried my best.
It wasn't my fault.
No.
He should have known I would do the right thing.
You are too hard on yourself.
No one's perfect.
Is there any religion that does not thrive upon guilt like a glutton at his lunch?
No?
I thought not.
Accept your failings, but do not let them govern your life.
You could not have known what would happen.
You did what you thought was best.
Ah, everyone makes mistakes.
I say have an ale and let it go.
And now, the self-flagellation?
That is what comes next in these things, no?
It seems that reflection on past mistakes is a constant preoccupation of the religious mind.
Thank you.
That is all I wished to know.
Yes.
He was my friend.
I should not have betrayed him.
Yes.
There must have been something more I could have done.
Broken Circle
Very well.
You know your own heart.
My answer is my own, Guardian.
Parshaara.
Leave the past where it falls.
And what of those that follow you?
Alistair, knight and Warden... you wonder if things would have been different if you were with Duncan on the battlefield.
And you, Morrigan, Flemeth's daughter... what--
Ask your question, Guardian.
I am ready.
And you... why do you say the Maker speaks to you, when all know that the Maker has left?
He spoke only to Andraste.
Do you believe yourself Her equal?
Ah, the dwarf.
You left your home and came to the surface, knowing that--
And the Antivan elf...
Demand whatever answers you want, spirit.
Shale, the stone giant... there is so little I can draw from you.
I feel the distant echo of a soul, dormant for so long, now awake...
Then you do not dwell on past mistakes--neither yours, nor someone else's.
It's easy for others to judge what you've done, in hindsight, but it doesn't make it any better.
One wonders what this Guardian's purpose is.
Be wary of his traps.
It is sometimes difficult to see how our actions affect an outcome, but that does not mean our actions had no effect.
What's past is past.
Why bring it up and open old wounds?
I don't really know about these Guardian types, but I think the correct answer was yes?
Oh, good.
For a moment there I thought you were going to go on a weepy tirade and try to "share" your feelings.
Now you've got me curious about how you really feel.
I'm glad you declined.
This question has nothing to do with our goal.
One wonders why you are afraid to answer such a simple question.
Perhaps your reticence says more than you ever could.
The way is open.
Good luck, and may you find what you seek.
You could have shielded him from the killing blow.
You wonder, don't you, if you should have died, and not him?
I... yes.
If Duncan had been saved, and not me, everything would be better.
If I'd just had the chance, maybe...
Begone, spirit.
I will not play your games.
I will respect your wishes.
You are ever the advisor, ready with a word of wisdom.
Do you wonder if you spout only platitudes, burned into your mind in the distant past?
Perhaps you are only a tool used to spread the word of the Circle and the Chantry.
Does doubt ever chip away at your truths?
You frame the statement in the form of a question, yet you already know our answers.
There is no sense in hiding, is there?
Yes.
I do doubt at times.
Only the fool is completely certain of himself.
I never said that!
I--
When your brothers and sisters of the cloister criticized you for what you professed, you were hurt, but you also reveled in it.
In Orlais, you were <emp>someone</emp>.
In Lothering, you feared you would lose yourself, become a drab sister, and disappear.
It made you special.
You enjoyed the attention, even if it was negative.
You're saying I made it up, for... for the attention?
I did not!
I know what I believe!
Why don't I save you some time?
Yes, I wish I could have saved my family from Branka.
I wish I'd been a better mate; maybe she'd have stayed home with a bellyful of baby Oghren and never gone for the Anvil.
Maybe <emp>I</emp> failed her.
And yes, I came to the surface because I'm barely a dwarf anymore.
My family is dead, my honor as a warrior long gone.
I've lost my caste and my house and I have nothing else to lose.
Is it my turn now?
Hurrah.
I'm so excited.
Many have died at your hand.
But is there any you regret more than a woman by the name of--
Yes.
The answer is yes, if that's what you wish to know.
I do.
Now move on.
I know much; it is allowed to me.
The questions stands, however.
Do you regret--
You came to this land as an observer, but you killed a family in a blind rage.
Have you failed your people, by allowing a qunari to be seen in that light?
I have never denied that I failed.
Good for you.
And with the awakening, the slow realization of all you have lost.
Ah, Shale... your entire existence is a test of your will and courage.
You have my respect.
Yes.
I was her friend and I betrayed her.
No, it was her own fault for hitting him with the bottle.
Yes.
I could have run faster, perhaps.
Yes, I should not have let her be taken in the first place.
No.
Vaughan is the villain, not me.
Yes.
We could've continued the search.
Yes.
I could have pulled him away from that mirror.
No, the keeper was the one who gave up on him.
No.
It was his own fault for touching strange things.
Do you think you failed your parents?
Yes.
I am a kinslayer.
I committed the worst crime.
Yes.
I should have known Bhelen would do that to us.
No.
Trian deserved what he got.
No.
I could not have known that was what Bhelen had planned.
No.
I only wish I had killed Bhelen too.
Yes.
I should have done more to get them out of there.
Yes.
I should not have left.
No.
Even if I'd stayed, they would still be miserable.
No.
They said I should go anyway.
Yes.
I should have defended them to the death.
Yes.
I should have insisted that my mother come with me.
No.
They made me go.
No.
I had to survive, to tell Fergus that we were betrayed.
Hey.
What's shapin'?
Oh, I'm not?
Just a memory pulled out of your head, eh?
Don't mean nothing...
You never really cared about us.
Knew you were meant for greater things.
Up there.
The surface.
Haven't seen me for months and all you have to say is, "Hello, Leske?" Not even a "So, how's hiding from Jarvia been so far?"
You're not Leske.
Hello, Leske.
Just adventuring, looking for some human relic.
She wants to take me apart layer by layer.
Didn't know I had that many layers.
Did I mention she's real upset about Beraht?
Ah, adventuring?
Hey, I did that today--ran from another bunch that Jarvia sent after me.
I'm sorry I left all of you.
You know I had to leave.
What is the purpose of this charade?
I don't care what you are.
I will not play your game.
We await your triumphant return.
You would betray the Disciples?
Andraste Herself will feast on your flesh!
Thank you.
I will not fail.
Good.
It's time for you to die.
I know it's been playing on your mind, how you left us in the darkest muck-pit this side of the Deep Roads.
But it's all right.
Don't want to be all mopey.
You can let go and forgive yourself.
I forgive you.
You gotta go to Andraste with a joyful heart, right?
She's like a Paragon for humans.
Sorry?
You're not sorry.
You barely spared a thought for us.
That's the way it goes, isn't it?
You can't afford to think about the past.
You have to look forward.
I'm proud of you, for moving on.
Goodbye, my friend.
Remember me.
Here, I found this lying around and I've no use for it.
I know you'll do something good with it.
Don't you remember what you said?
You don't think you failed us.
You've forgotten us.
It's not a game to us.
Is it really so difficult to say how you feel about those you left behind?
They say the Maker knows your heart, no matter how much you try to hide it.
Nice way of greeting your old friend Leske.
More spirits to question me?
The Gauntlet reveals who you truly are.
You may discover new things about yourself.
My dearest child...
Father?
Why do you torment me with this vision?
You mock the memory of my father, whatever you are.
I wish it were not so, but I know you are dead.
You know that I am gone, and all your prayers and wishes will not bring me back.
No torment of our devising could match that which you inflict on yourself.
Pup...
I know you miss me, but my death, and my life, no longer have a hold on you.
I see the pain and anger you carry.
I know you fear to give it voice, but rest assured, my child, the Maker knows your heart. 
No more must you grieve, my girl.
Take the pain and the guilt, acknowledge it,and let go.
It is time.
You have such a long road ahead of you, and you must be prepared.
And so I leave this in your hands...
I know you will do great things with it.
Now go, carry with you my love and my forgiveness, pup.
No more must you grieve, my boy.
Take the pain and the guilt, acknowledge it, and let go.
It is time.
This is how it should be.
Set your eyes on the horizon, do not look back, and do not falter.
Uldred has been destroyed, and the surviving mages have been taken into questioning.
The damage done by the blood mages, abominations, and demons will take years to repair, but that can wait, as there are more dangerous threats on the horizon.
The templars promised to join you in your fight against the Blight.
The Circle has been saved, thanks to you.
While there is much rebuilding to be done, First Enchanter Irving has promised you the Circle's aid in the coming battle.
<emp>Destroy the corrupted Circle</emp>
You met a rather stubborn old mage who refused to let you into the tower.
She insisted that there were innocents within who could be saved.
You dealt with her, and the barrier she had erected to stop your progress is now gone.
Your goal remains the same: Destroy all hostile, dangerous creatures in the tower so that the templars are free to join your army.
<emp>Investigate the Circle Tower</emp>
You met a stubborn old mage, Wynne, who insisted that there were innocents within who could be saved.
While she may be wrong, this is probably worth investigating.
Wynne has joined with you in the hopes that she can still save the Circle.
Had fun with the riddle game?
I didn't think I'd fool you.
But am I really a spirit?
Or is this all in your mind?
Are you in the Fade, perhaps?
Honestly, I don't know.
I am part of the Gauntlet.
I am Jowan.
I am you.
All these statements are true.
To speak to you, and to offer advice.
You have wondered, many times, if what happened to me was your doing.
Perhaps things would be different if you had not gone to Irving.
But it is too easy to obsess over "what if" and "what could have been." These thoughts will eat away at you, if you let them.
Forgive yourself, just as I have forgiven you.
Perhaps if we had taken another route, or we'd been more prepared, things would be different.
You have come so far since I saw you last.
The last vestiges of your shackled life in the Circle have all but fallen away.
But they do speak plainly.
Riddles speak to your soul and your gut more often than to your mind.
Or they always seemed to for me.
You're not Jowan.
And what is your purpose here?
Are you trying to make me feel guilt over what happened?
You are here to bring up the past, aren't you?
What now?
More tricky spirits?
Great, finally someone speaks plainly.
I have something for you.
Use it well.
It makes me happy, knowing you will be the mage that I never could.
No, that is not my intent.
You are free of the past, and nothing will hold you back.
Be strong, my friend.
Do not falter.
Why wouldn't you talk about that day we both left the Circle?
We must acknowledge our past before we can face our future.
Is it so bad to admit that mistakes were made, by both of us?
Goodbye, my friend, and good luck.
Who else?
It's good to see you, I suppose.
Life out there's been good to you, hasn't it?
You're respected, even among humans.
Nice to see you too.
That's how you greet an old friend, huh?
Shianni?
Another chattering spirit?
Here to ask me a riddle?
Do you remember us, where you came from, and what some of us still face every day?
Yes, I do, Shianni.
Using guilt on me?
I refuse to look back on that life.
I wish I could free you all.
What happened... it wasn't really your fault.
You were caught in the situation, just like the rest of us.
You have a great task to complete.
I want you to take this.
I think you should have it.
Seeing you now gives me hope... for all of us.
You don't even feel much anymore when you remember it, do you?
You've moved on, past the horror of that night.
I envy you...
You've gone on to other things, things I can only dream of.
When the Guardian asked, you wouldn't answer.
Why?
Really?
Thank you, but that will take time, more time than you can spare.
Some things are learned only when you find them for yourself.
Still, you have come far.
It's so cold here, Sister.
Do you feel it?
The chill eats at my bones.
You think: "This cannot be Tamlen.
Tamlen is gone; he is only footsteps in the dust."
It's so cold here, Brother.
Do you feel it?
The chill eats at my bones.
Tamlen?
Is it really you?
I am Tamlen, and yet I am not.
I am part of the Gauntlet and part of you.
Don't you?
You seem unwilling to come close.
Are you afraid of me?
Is that because you're dead?
I don't feel the cold.
I wish I could have told Tamlen that I tried to find him.
You are here to test me, just like the rest of them.
Some things lost can never be found, some mistakes never unmade.
Yes.
I know Tamlen will never come back.
The test is over.
I am here to show you the way forward.
Those that survive must go on living.
You have suffered enough, thinking that you could have done something.
It is time to leave that behind.
What happened in those ruins holds no power over you.
You have accepted it, and moved on.
You have remained strong, just like our ancestors--determined to forge their own path.
Take this.
It is nothing compared to the crafts of our fathers, but it should serve you well.
I wish you well, my friend...
We will not meet again.
Do you still dwell in the past?
You said nothing when the Guardian asked you.
Do you even know the answer?
Greetings, my exiled sister.
I would lament your fate, but why should I?
You have been cast out to walk the surface, whereas I... hmph...
You allowed Bhelen to make you his lackey.
Are you proud of what you've done?
But I am too hard on you.
Bhelen made fools of us both.
Were I a spectator, I would applaud him for his clever manipulations.
However, I find it hard for me to remain... unbiased in this regard.
Greetings, my exiled brother.
I know it has been hard for you.
You were called kinslayer, exiled.
My sister, I know you are haunted by shame and regret.
Let the past stay in the past.
My brother, I know you are haunted by shame and regret.
Let the past stay in the past.
But the betrayals of Orzammar do not weigh down your steps.
You have not faltered, and I am proud of you.
I don't have to answer you.
You're not my brother.
Are you trying to make me regret my actions, spirit?
I am the brother you remember.
The one you have seen in your dreams these past months.
Take this, and use it well.
I give you this... and my blessing.
Remember me.
Nay, you have made your feelings clear on the matter.
I am sorry for what I did.
I should never have trusted Bhelen.
Bhelen betrayed us both.
It was not my fault.
That is what you say, but you are not Trian.
You said nothing to the Guardian.
Do you feel nothing about your eldest brother's betrayal and death?
Or about your own betrayal?
There is no shame in acknowledging the mistakes of the past.
We must face them, before we move on.
Ah, but I should not confuse you.
You have a long path ahead of you.
I hope you will be ready.
<emp>Use the Litany of Adralla to save the Circle</emp>
You took the Litany of Adralla from Niall's body.
The Litany will make it much easier for you to battle Uldred and his mages.
Niall's sacrifice will not be in vain.
The Litany of Adralla
<emp>Rest and reflect</emp>
You are a Grey Warden in Weisshaupt, attending to your duties.
The darkspawn are gone, defeated forever, and you and the other Grey Wardens are a relic of an era that is past.
Now is the time for rest, and reflection.
Lost in Dreams
Echoes from a shadow realm, whispers of things yet to come.
Thought's strange sister dwells in night, is swept away by dawning light.
A dream came upon me, as my daughter slumbered beneath my heart.
It told of her life, and of her betrayal and death.
I am sorrow and regret.
I am a mother weeping bitter tears for a daughter she could not save.
The moon.
Dreams.
Indigestion.
A poison of the soul, passion's cruel counterpart;
From love she grows, till love lies slain.
Woman.
Jealousy.
Religion.
Children.
Yes, jealousy drove me to betrayal.
I was the greatest general of the Alamarri, but beside Her I was nothing.
Hundreds fell before Her on bended knee.
They loved Her, as did the Maker.
I loved Her too, but what man can compare with a god?
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,
The debt of blood must be paid in full.
Murder.
I don't know.
War.
Vengeance.
Love.
Yes.
My husband, Hessarian, would have chosen a quick death for Andraste.
I made him swear that She would die publicly, with Her warleaders, that all would know the Imperium's strength.
I am justice.
I am vengeance.
Blood can only be repaid in blood.
She wields the broken sword, and separates true kings from tyrants.
Loghain, my decision is final.
I will stand by the Grey Wardens in this assault.
You risk too much, Cailan!
The darkspawn horde is too dangerous for you to be playing hero on the front lines.
If that's the case, perhaps we should wait for the Orlesian forces to join us, after all.
I must repeat my protest to your fool notion that we need the Orlesians to defend ourselves!
They are, your Majesty.
And this is the recruit I met earlier on the road?
I understand congratulations are in order.
Every Grey Warden is needed now.
You should be honored to join their ranks.
I suppose none of us do.
But every Grey Warden is needed.
Oh, but you are.
Every Grey Warden is needed now more than ever.
Your fascination with glory and legends will be your undoing, Cailan.
We must attend to reality.
Fine.
Speak your strategy.
The Grey Wardens and I draw the darkspawn into charging our lines and then...?
You will alert the tower to light the beacon, signaling my men to charge from cover.
To flank the darkspawn, I remember.
This is the Tower of Ishal in the ruins, yes?
Who shall light this beacon?
I have a few men stationed there.
It's not a dangerous task, but it <emp>is</emp> vital.
Then we should send our best.
Send Alistair and the new Grey Warden to make sure it's done.
We need the beacon.
Without it, Loghain's men won't know when to charge.
You see?
Glory for everyone!
No, it's best that you both go.
You rely on these Grey Wardens too much.
Is that truly wise?
Your Majesty, the tower and its beacon are unnecessary.
The Circle of Magi--
We will not trust any lives to your spells, mage!
Save them for the darkspawn!
Enough!
This plan will suffice.
The Grey Wardens will light the beacon.
Thank you, Loghain.
I cannot wait for that glorious moment!
The Grey Wardens battle beside the king of Ferelden to stem the tide of evil!
Yes, Cailan.
A glorious moment for us all.
Thank you, your Majesty.
I didn't have a choice, really.
I don't feel that special.
You mean I won't be fighting in the battle?
I refuse to be sent on an errand.
If it's not dangerous, I can do it myself.
I'll do my best, your Majesty.
Of what do I speak?
Weakness.
Queens.
<emp>Escape the Fade</emp>
The Duncan you met was a demon is disguise.
You are in the Fade, the realm of dreams, and you must find your way out.
Time.
Mercy.
Yes.
I could not bear the sight of Andraste's suffering, and mercy bade me end Her life.
I am the penitent sinner, who shows compassion as he hopes compassion will be shown to him.
No man has seen it but all men know it.
Lighter than air, sharper than any sword.
Comes from nothing, but will fell the strongest armies.
Lightning.
Fire.
Hunger.
Yes, hunger was the weapon used against the wicked men of the Tevinter Imperium.
The Maker kindled the sun's flame, scorching the land.
Their crops failed, and their armies could not march.
Then He opened the heavens and bade the waters flow, and washed away their filth.
I am Cathaire, disciple of Andraste and commander of Her armies.
I saw these things done, and knew the Maker smiled on us.
The bones of the world stretch towards the sky's embrace.
Veiled in white, like a bride greeting her groom.
Yes.
I carried Andraste's Ashes out of Tevinter into the mountains to the east where She could gaze ever into Her Maker's sky...
No more fitting a tomb than this could we find.
Stars.
The mountains.
Clouds.
Sheep.
<emp>Find the Litany of Adralla</emp>
Wynne has told you about the Litany of Adralla, a spell that wards off the mind domination powers of blood mages.
Owain, the Tranquil who runs the stockroom, mentioned that Niall took the Litany of Adralla.
Find Niall and the Litany.
Perhaps he can help you battle the blood mages.
<emp>Obtain the Litany of Adralla and save the Circle</emp>
The sloth demon has been defeated.
Niall did not come with you.
While he was trapped in the Fade, his body languished in the real world.
His last request was that you take the Litany of Adralla and defeat Uldred at the top of the tower.
Armed and armored you have tried to approach Andraste.
Why have you committed this act of defiance?
The Landsmeet
<emp>Destroy the corrupted Circle</emp>
Something terrible has happened.
The Circle Tower has been overrun by abominations and demons, and is in no shape to help the Grey Wardens battle the Blight.
Knight-Commander Greagoir intends to use the Right of Annulment on the Circle, and has locked the great doors of the tower until reinforcements arrive.
However, he has promised you the aid of the templars if you can deal with the Circle.
Destroy all hostile, dangerous creatures in the tower so that the templars are free to join your army.
I do not see why I need to leave my belongings.
Oops.
Sorry.
I am tired of these tests and rituals.
In the Maker's eyes, a beggar may as well be a king, or a king a beggar.
He cares not for the privilege granted by birth.
Because I could.
<emp>Investigate the Circle Tower</emp>
Something terrible has happened.
The Circle Tower has been overrun by abominations and demons.
Knight-Commander Greagoir intends to use the Right of Annulment on the Circle, but is waiting for reinforcements to arrive from Denerim.
In the meantime, he has locked the great doors of the tower, so that none of the abominations may escape.
You may want to investigate this further.
One can only find spiritual truth by casting aside earthly possessions, and seeing them for the deceptions they are.
After making your way through the Circle Tower and destroying Uldred, you revealed yourself as a blood mage and killed every member of the Circle.
No one from the Tower of Magi will be joining you in the battle to come.
No.
You have passed through the flame; there is no going back.
You have shown that you are not worthy of the Ashes.
May the Maker take you into His arms, and forgive you.
Then you are not a true pilgrim, and are unworthy to lay eyes on the Sacred Ashes.
You have been through the trials of the Gauntlet; you have walked the path of Andraste, and like Her, you have been cleansed.
You have proven yourself worthy, pilgrim.
Approach the Sacred Ashes.
Well, can I go back and take it off?
My concerns are too big to simply cast aside.
You have your head in the clouds, don't you?
I've heard enough of your rhetoric.
Stand aside.
Carroll
Already the weight of the past seems to have lifted off the mountain.
You are Andraste's knight-champion.
What you have done here will change the world forever.
You do?
How much?
Oh, that tiny pouch...
It is nothing.
Keep it.
The Ashes do have healing qualities, I am told.
I did what I could.
I hope it was the right thing to do.
You spoke of a reward?
I have some of the Ashes with me still.
Kester
You will be richly rewarded for your service.
Glory will be yours in the next life.
You will share in the power of the dragon.
You will become one of the children of the risen Andraste.
Do you question your purpose?
Doubt comes to us all, and we must crush it lest we falter.
Behold... the blood of the dragon, drawn from the beating heart of a wyvern.
Drink in the strength of a thousand generations.
Yes.
It would be a grave sin to deny you your just reward.
Yes.
I will do this.
I think I've changed my mind.
You will receive the memories and experience of our forefathers.
You will know what they know, and what we know.
What?
After all you've done you would turn on us?
We would have welcomed you; you would have been second only to Andraste Herself!
If you seek death, then I will gladly give it to you.
What will happen after I do this?
Right.
Give it to me.
I don't think I want that.
I don't think I can do that, or let you live.
Why... would you reject such a gift?
I cannot force this on you.
There is nothing else I can give you, save this staff.
It belonged to my father, and to his father, and now it is yours.
It is nothing compared to what you have done for us.
Remember that you will always be considered one of the Disciples.
Never mind.
Give it to me.
I don't want to drink the blood.
Thank you.
I guess it will do.
Great, now I can kill you.
It's nothing personal.
I am Temp Man, fear me.
Blarg!
Test going away.
Kinnon
Petra
Ah, our champion has returned.
Is there anything I can do for you?
Do you feel any... differently?
The memories of the blood... a gift from Andraste.
The knowledge of our fathers and grandfathers is slowly being passed to you.
You should feel something soon.
Memories, a comprehension of things you did not know before.
That is the nature of dragon blood; it is flame given life.
And within it, all the experience of our ancestors.
I remember things.
Strange things.
Not particularly.
Besides the burning pain in my throat, no.
Even if you leave, you will take us with you.
You will forever be one of us.
It was the sin of the Imperium that brought them into this world.
Let them come and scourge the land to pave the way for the risen Andraste.
And when there is nothing left to destroy, we will emerge and build a new kingdom in Her name!
How do you feel about fighting darkspawn?
You would turn on us?
After we've bestowed upon you the power granted by the Prophet?
I have decided all of you are too dangerous to let live.
No, but thank you.
The havoc you wrought here is forgiven, but the damage to our home remains and must be repaired.
Are you sure this is wise?
I stood by while you... did that thing with the Ashes, but they're just ashes.
This is different.
You're going to...
They say you are what you eat...
What if you turn into something scaly and...
Shut up, Alistair.
This is my decision.
I want this.
You may be right.
This is a bad idea.
Usually, I'd jump at trying a new drink, but...
I don't know...
Hmm... the blood of a dragon is not attained cheaply.
Appreciate this gift.
<desc>Before destroying the Ashes, you gather up some of it and place it in a small leather pouch.</desc>
<desc>You uncork the vial of dragon blood, and empty it into the Urn.</desc>
<desc>You take a pinch of the Ashes, and place it in a leather pouch.</desc>
<act>Pour the dragon's blood into the Urn.</act>
<act>Take a pinch of the Ashes.</act>
<act>Leave the Urn alone.</act>
<desc>You stand before the Urn of Sacred Ashes.</desc>
What have you done?!
What is this talk of blood and power?
And he thinks Andraste is reborn?
It is preposterous!
Oh, I do not like this.
The rewards for performing such a service would be great indeed.
I could just imagine the grand cleric, if she were here.
Her head would explode; I kid you not.
There is nothing but madness in his words.
He is a fanatic, and a dangerous one.
Be warned--he means to lead you astray.
Welcome back!
You were gone for quite some time.
Well?
Did you find it?
Is that... oh, there is some dust on--no, that's not dust... oh, Maker...
I'm not worthy to look upon...
<act>Show Genitivi the pouch of Ashes.</act>
The Urn?
Yes.
What... what was it like?
Coming to the Urn, I mean?
You... what?
You're... you're not serious.
Maker... that's... not something you joke about!
You just about stopped my heart!
I found it, and I destroyed it.
Kolgrim offered me power.
I couldn't refuse.
It's true.
The Ashes are gone.
Yes, I am.
Sorry.
You did this for those... heretics.
They've defiled the temple... they...
You're... a monster...
I should never have led you here...
You are a very fortunate person.
And so am I.
Perhaps my research will not seem so much like blasphemy to the Chantry now.
We must organize an expedition.
There is so much history here.
It must be studied.
And... and pilgrims should be allowed to come to the Urn.
It may be that to you, but means so much more to thousands of people.
Tests?
Interesting.
Very interesting.
You found the Urn, didn't you?
You seem... different.
It must have changed you.
Nothing has touched me quite so deeply.
It's just a stone flask with a burnt woman inside.
Grueling.
There were tests.
What do you think?
I think you should know, the Urn is gone.
Gone?
What do you mean gone?
No... but how?
How?
They... they will pay for this.
The Maker Himself will smite them for this sacrilege.
I was so close... and now She's gone.
Forever.
I was so close... so close... no...
I defiled the Ashes with dragon's blood.
The villagers have destroyed the Urn.
Never mind.
I was just talking to myself.
Yes, anyway...
Denerim.
Immediately.
People must hear of this great discovery.
Yes, the Urn of Sacred Ashes must be shared with the world.
Why?
We should keep this secret to ourselves.
That is not wise.
Many will try to exploit this discovery.
Go then.
I have some other business to attend to here.
I must return home.
I have much to do.
If you ever find yourself in Denerim, please visit me.
I am not a rich man, but I have a small collection of... interesting artifacts, and I do owe you a reward for coming to my rescue.
I hope to see you soon, my friend.
But the Urn belongs to all the faithful.
How can you deny this to them?
No... we must share it.
I will spread this good news, or die trying.
Then you will die. <act>Kill Genitivi.</act>
If something bad comes of this, it's your fault.
I suppose you're right.
I should not be selfish.
If it isn't the champion who succeeded in the quest for the Sacred Urn!
I had not expected to see you so soon.
I've written to the Chantry, telling them of your adventures.
They are interested in having me lead an expedition!
What do you think of that?
I'm quite excited.
You made this all possible.
I could never thank you quite enough, but I'm certainly going to try.
Here, take this reward.
I want you to have it.
It will certainly do more good in your hands than lying around in this dusty house, eh?
Of course, I was too overcome with glee to remember.
Do forgive this old man.
That's great news, Brother Genitivi.
Yes, sure.
Whatever.
You said something about a reward?
And now if you will excuse me, I have so much to prepare for.
I wish Weylon was here to see all this...
Tranquil
My own expedition!
My own team...
I can't wait to get going!
That is human blood.
I just do.
I also know that no one can lose that much blood, and live.
Ew.
That's not what I wanted to hear.
This village is not quite what it seems, is it?
Godwin
I...
I don't know anything!
Owain
Third Floor
Desire Demon
Bewitched Templar
Blood Mage
Cullen
Niall's Body
I'd neither a guest nor a trespasser be; in this place I belong, that belongs also to me.
It was my dream for the people to have a home of their own, where we would have no masters but ourselves.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend, and thus we followed Andraste, against the Imperium.
But She was betrayed, and so were we.
Ferelden.
Home.
An alienage.
Death.
The smallest lark could carry it, while a strong man might not.
A coconut.
The plague.
A tune.
Wind.
That is not of what I speak.
Yes.
I was Andraste's dearest friend in childhood, and always we would sing.
She celebrated the beauty of life, and all who heard Her would be filled with joy.
They say the Maker Himself was moved by Andraste's song, and then She sang no more of simple things.
King Maric
Dwarven Leader
Drunk Dwarf
Sarcastic Dwarf
Belligerent Dwarf
Prince Cailan
Dead Apprentice
Crude Torturer
Cruel Torturer
Niall
Cadash Thaig
It seems that your father's errand was just a ruse to get his family together one last time before he left for battle.
He and your mother joined you, Fergus, and Fergus's family upstairs.
Your Highness, I did not mean for this Proving to disappoint you so.
Thank you, your Highness.
Will you... now fight Adal Helmi?
Never, your Highness.
Please forgive your lowly servant.
I will fight this Adal Helmi, anyway.
It wasn't your fault.
Good.
Don't let it happen again.
Duncan has recruited you to the Grey Wardens; you must leave your family behind to their fates.
I didn't see that, I swear.
Beraht won't hear anything from me.
Sloth Demon
Can I take a look at your wares?
There were indeed ruins in the cave, and a strange mirror.
Tamlen was drawn to it and touched it.
You were knocked out, and you haven't seen Tamlen since.
Casteless!
You insult the very nature of this Proving.
Very well.
Look then, and see who I am.
Jump directly to the Broken Circle
Your betrothed, Nelaros, died trying to rescue you from the clutches of Vaughans men.
You left your betrothed, Nesiara, in Vaughans palace in return for a fat purse of coin.
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<emp>Talk to Soris</emp>
Shianni has woken you up and told you that your betrothed has arrived, sooner than expected.
Your wedding has been moved to today.
Not only that, it's to be a double wedding--your cousin Soris is getting married too!
He's bound to be pleased about this.
You should go talk to him.
<emp>See to Shianni</emp>
The arl's son is dead, by your hand.
There will certainly be consequences for this, but first you should make sure that Shianni is all right.
Goldanna's Home
Marjolaine's Home
Gather the Army
Haven's Secrets
Eirik
You found Brother Genitivi.
The villagers of Haven captured him when he arrived in search of the Urn.
Dead Knight
Shopkeeper
<emp>The Urn of Sacred Ashes</emp>
You found the Urn of Sacred Ashes, which had been lost for generations.
The Urn is said to contain the ashes of the prophet Andraste, the Maker's chosen.
You were hailed by Kolgrim as the champion of the reborn Andraste.
The disciples have rewarded you for your service to their beloved goddess.
The High Dragon's Champion
You defiled the Sacred Ashes of Andraste with dragon's blood, as Kolgrim asked.
The guardian of the Ashes, his power tied to the Urn itself, has been weakened.
Kolgrim, the leader of the Disciples of Andraste, believes that the high dragon is Andraste reborn and that the Urn of Sacred Ashes undermines the reborn Andraste's power.
Kolgrim has asked you to enter the temple's inner sanctum--where the Urn resides--and pour a vial of the dragon's blood into the Ashes, allowing the new "Andraste" to reclaim the power held in them.
Kolgrim, the leader of the Disciples of Andraste, believes that the high dragon is Andraste reborn and that the Urn of Sacred Ashes undermines the reborn Andraste's power.
He asked you to destroy the Urn, but you refused.
Kolgrim
A Test of Faith
<emp>Brave the gauntlet</emp>
To reach the Urn of Sacred Ashes, you need to undergo a test of faith.
The guardian calls this test "the gauntlet." If you survive, you will have proven yourself worthy.
The gauntlet is now open to you.
You have angered the guardian of the Urn of Sacred Ashes and failed the tests of faith left in the path of pilgrims seeking Andrastes remains.
You have proven yourself worthy, and can now enter into the presence of the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
Village Store
Well there it is.
Lothering.
Pretty as a painting.
Ah.
So you have finally decided to rejoin us, have you?
Falling on your blade in grief seemed like too much trouble, I take it?
Is my being upset so hard to understand?
Have you never lost someone important to you?
Just what would you do if your mother died?
Before or after I stopped laughing?
Right.
Very creepy.
Forget I asked.
But how can I?
He is right there, speaking, eyes wide like those of a brainless calf.
Oh, I get it.
This is the part where we're shocked to discover how you've never had a friend your entire life.
I can be friendly when I desire to.
Alas, desiring to be more intelligent does not make it so.
Anyway...
I thought we should talk about where we intend to go, first.
The treaties, the ones we got from Flemeth.
With these we will be able to ask for assistance, maybe even raise an army.
There are three main groups that we have treaties for: the Dalish elves, the dwarves of Orzammar, and the Circle of Magi.
I also still think that Arl Eamon is our best bet for help.
We might even want to go to him first.
Well, we'll need to decide eventually.
Let's head into the village when you're ready.
Fair enough.
Let's head into the village whenever you're ready.
I'm not sure I like any of it, either, but we don't have a lot of choice in the matter.
Of course you have a choice.
You could run and forget about it all.
Let the darkspawn do as they wish until other Grey Wardens come.
If they come.
That's what you call a choice?
It may not be a good choice, but it's a choice nevertheless.
We all choose our path, even when it seems there is only one direction we should go.
How enlightening.
At any rate, I'll stay with you whatever you decide.
Go after your enemy directly.
Find this man, Loghain, and kill him.
The rest of this business with the treaties can then be done in safety.
Yes, he certainly wouldn't see that coming!
And it's not like he has the advantage of an army and experience and--
I was asked for my opinion and I gave it.
If your wish is to come up with reasons why something cannot be done, we will stand here until the darkspawn are upon us.
Well, <emp>I</emp> don't know where we should go.
I'll do whatever you decide.
Now that is unsurprising.
Arl Eamon is a good man, but I don't know for sure he's where we should go.
I'm not going to fight about it.
Short of leaving Ferelden to seek them out, the only place to send word to would be Weisshaupt Fortress, and that's thousands of miles away.
I can give you directions, if you like.
Then you have a plan?
If he isn't out in the field with his army, he's probably going to be at the palace in Denerim.
We can go to Denerim, but somehow I suspect that they're not going to let us just walk around.
Only a suspicion, of course.
Technically the Circle of Magi is independent.
We don't know that the Chantry won't support us, of course.
If we speak to the First Enchanter, he should see that his responsibility to the Grey Wardens supercedes anything the Chantry... or even Teyrn Loghain... might have to say about it.
That would be at their tower on Lake Calenhad to the north.
We'll be looking for the First Enchanter, whoever that is.
You're going to have to.
I certainly wouldn't want to go there alone.
Why?
Would it frighten you?
Are you afraid of dark and sunken places, hmm?
I mean we won't have any choice.
You'll be there under Grey Warden business, and the dwarves will just have to see reason.
You don't know where Orzammar is?
She doesn't know how to find it on the surface, fool.
She has never been here before.
If you follow the West Road around Calenhad Lake into the mountains through Gherlen's Pass.
From there, I expect you'd know the way.
He doesn't know how to find it on the surface, fool.
He has never been here before.
We would need to speak to their king in Orzammar.
That means heading west into the Frostback Mountains, which won't be easy.
There must be other Dalish in Ferelden.
In fact, I'm sure of it.
If we head eastward towards the Brecilian Forest, we should hear word of one of the clans that wanders that area.
Hopefully they will still be there.
He'll be at Castle Redcliffe, in the far western part of Ferelden next to the mountain passes.
If he isn't there, someone will be able to tell us where he is.
Yes, I know.
I was just... thinking.
No wonder it took so long, then.
His navel, I suspect.
He certainly has been contemplating it for long enough.
I think we need to talk.
Right now.
You're a Grey Warden.
I know you weren't one for very long before Duncan and the rest were all killed, but that didn't mean you stopped being one.
And I'm sick of the mockery you're turning it into.
You, a Grey Warden?
Duncan would have been disgusted.
I can't believe I'm even party to this.
Big surprise.
Do you care what anyone thinks?
Not unless they can do something for you, I'm sure.
Too bad for them they were all killed!
How dare you be put in a position where you might actually have to live up to their legacy!
Right.
Fat lot of good that would do me, wouldn't it?
And because of that I have to stand by and watch you disgrace everything I hold dear?
I'm not so sure we can.
I look at you and I see someone who doesn't care about the duty they have, nor the incredible honor they've been given!
I don't know.
Maybe I'm being too hard on you, but it only seems like you're out for yourself, that you don't even care about this incredibly important duty we have as Grey Wardens.
Do you?
Really?
It doesn't seem like it would be that hard to do better.
And if it is, I'd have to wonder why.
Most people are capable of decency without needing practice.
I'd be happy if I thought you cared about anyone other than yourself.
With a Grey Warden like you, who needs darkspawn?
Don't do me any favors.
I... guess I can't ask for more than that.
It's good to hear.
You could just be saying that for my benefit, too, I don't know.
I guess there's not much I can do, as long as you're still fighting the Blight.
I hope that's still your intention, anyhow.
So it's back to "why me," is it?
Maker forbid that you were needed to do something for someone besides yourself.
Has it occurred to you that you might be part of something larger?!
That the Grey Wardens might be a tradition worthy of upholding, even if you don't care about all the lives you're saving?!
I... guess you haven't, at that.
I wish you'd had time to spend with Duncan, and the rest of them.
Mind you, I'm not sure you're the sort of person who would have liked it.
I guess I'll have to be satisfied with you actually helping to stop the Blight, won't I?
If that's still your intention.
I can't do it on my own.
Let's just go.
I don't want to talk to you any more.
I don't think you're a good enough person to suit anyone.
Duncan must have truly been desperate when he chose you.
Or blind, take your pick.
Yes, because your motivations are clearly driven by your regard for others.
With a Grey Warden like you, who needs darkspawn?
I don't know if I should be surprised by that or not.
It's not as if you had any time to learn how to be one... but your instincts tell me you never would have, anyhow.
"Nice" would be miles and miles beyond where you are.
I'm not even looking for "nice." I'm talking about being a decent human being.
What exactly is my issue?
I'm sorry, did you think I was deaf as well as blind?
You think I don't know what you've been up to?
Give me some credit.
There's so much at stake, and you're just in it for yourself, aren't you?
Unbelievable.
No.
I'm not getting out of your way.
I'm going to talk and you're going to listen.
No?
Well here's a shocker for you: I don't care.
I'm going to talk and you're going to listen.
All right.
I guess I really don't know how to ask you this.
Errr... no, I suppose not.
I just thought... we're together at the camp?
Maybe we could... talk?
Right.
Of course.
Yes, I know that... there's a great deal to do.
This can wait until some other time.
Don't worry about it.
You just do... whatever you were planning.
No!
I mean yes.
I mean...
I'm a little nervous, sure.
Not that this is anything bad or frightening or... well, yes.
Oh, how do I say this?
You'd think it would be easier, but every time I'm around you, I feel as if my head's about to explode.
I-I can't think straight.
Here's the thing: being near you makes me crazy, but I can't imagine being without you.
Not ever.
I don't know how to say this another way.
I want to spend the night with you.
Here, in the camp.
Maybe this is too fast, I don't know, but...
I know what I feel.
I wanted to wait for the perfect time, the perfect place... but when will it be perfect?
If things were, we wouldn't even have met.
We sort of... stumbled into each other, and despite this being the least perfect time, I still found myself falling for you in between all the fighting and everything else.
I really don't want to wait anymore.
I've...
I've never done this before.
You know that.
I want it to be with you... while we have the chance.
In case...
Oh.
I can't say I'm not a little disappointed, but I guess I can respect your decision.
This was a little crazy, wasn't it?
Good.
I don't want this to come between us.
Oh.
Talk about monumentally bad timing on my part, wow.
I'll... leave you be, then.
I'm sorry.
Maybe.
You have to know how much I'm looking forward to <emp>that</emp> idea.
<desc>Sigh</desc> If I do become king, I don't know what that will mean for the two of us.
You're right.
Of course you're right.
I'll leave you be.
Will there?
You don't know that.
I don't know that.
I'd like to be able to say that I threw caution to the wind at least once.
I think so.
I hope so.
Right.
Pulling myself together.
Whew.
Did that do it?
Yes, maybe it did.
I don't mean it like <emp>that</emp>.
I mean... all right, let me start over.
I heard about what happened at Redcliffe.
I want to talk to you about it.
I wish I'd been there, but no, I'm not upset about that.
Now that we're back at the camp, I want to talk about what happened.
At Redcliffe.
I just wanted to thank you.
You went out of your way to save the arl's family and you did it, even though it would have been easier not to.
There's been so much death and destruction, it... well, it makes me feel good that at least we were able to save something, no matter how small.
I owed the arl that much.
Good.
Now that the warm, fuzzy part of the day is over with we can get back to the ritual dismemberments.
Oh, wait, it's not Tuesday, is it?
No, I know that.
I just wanted to tell you that I appreciated it.
It needed to be said.
I thought it needed to be said.
What can I say?
I'm a giver.
You're right.
Hopefully by that time there's still enough of Ferelden left to save.
You let Lady Isolde sacrifice herself?
With blood magic?
How could you do that?
You don't see the problem?
How can you not?
Of all things to use, we call on blood magic?
There must have been some other way!
This is the arl's wife we're talking about here.
What do you think he'll say when we revive him?
She was grasping at straws!
Of course she would sacrifice herself, she felt guilty for what happened!
But there must have been another way!
No, of course not!
But there must have been another way!
Something that didn't involve using blood magic, of all things!
We could have gone to the Circle of Magi!
W-we could have tried harder!
We should have tried something that didn't involve blood magic, that's for sure!
You killed Connor.
You killed him.
A little boy.
How could you do that?
I'm not saying you did.
But there must have been something else that you could have done.
Something.
Anything that didn't involve killing a child!
You could have let the arlessa sacrifice herself.
Lady Isolde is the one who started all of it, isn't she?
Blood magic or no, if one of them had to die it should have been her.
No, I didn't miss that.
But if magic put that thing in him, how do you know magic couldn't have taken it out?
There must have been some other way!
But there must have been something that could have been done.
Something!
Anything!
Something that didn't involve killing a child!
I don't know.
Something.
Anything.
There must have been some other way that didn't involve killing a child!
I don't know.
Maybe.
It was Lady Isolde's fault, what happened at the castle.
With all that blood on her hands, maybe you should have let her sacrifice herself.
This is the arl's son we're talking about here.
What do you think he'll say when we revive him?
What?!
Of course we should revive him!
That hasn't changed.
I just...
I just don't know how you could do it, how you could make that decision.
I owe the arl more than this.
Maybe not.
You're probably right, I just would have screwed it up like I do everything else.
But at least I would have cared.
Enough.
I don't want to say any more.
I've said too much as it is.
We've still got plenty to do and we should do it.
Thanks.
This is typical of you, really, isn't it?
I don't know why I should have expected any different.
And here I thought you were different.
But no, I'm an idiot as usual.
You don't care about anything, do you?
No, I can see that.
You don't care what anyone thinks.
Yes.
Yes, I suppose so.
And I'll just have to accept that, won't I?
Nothing.
Don't do anything, it's done.
I wouldn't... at least you care.
That'll have to be enough.
Did you?
I guess I really have no choice but to just accept that.
You're right.
Of course you're right.
I'm such an ass.
I should know better than to second guess you like this.
No.
Well... maybe.
I don't know.
I suppose it's done, isn't it?
And it'll have to be enough.
Ahhh, why am I getting on your back about it?
You did what you had to.
It's just... all this death...
Never mind.
Let's just stop there before I do more than shove my foot in my mouth like an idiot.
Maybe I shouldn't be second-guessing you like this.
It's easy to question, when you're not the one making the decisions... and I've let you do just that, haven't I?
Which isn't you.
Fine.
I get it.
And that's not you, is it?
And here I thought differently.
Fine.
I get it.
I know Arl Eamon doesn't hold you responsible, but he's a good man who had a lot to absorb all at once.
You and I both know you could have done something else!
Because I don't agree that it was necessary.
I just don't know how you could do it, how you could make that decision.
I owe the arl more than this.
I just don't know how you could do it, how you could make that decision.
I owe the arl more than this.
You know what I mean!
Do you think she would have killed him if she didn't think you would have done it yourself?
We're at camp.
Is there a better time to discuss it than right now?
I don't think so.
Yes, I know.
I've had some time to think about it now.
Just get to the point.
Leave him alone, Morrigan.
Yes, I have.
I'll figure it out as we go.
I'm not sure any of this is a good idea.
What do you think we should do, Morrigan?
Why are you leaving it up to me?
Is there a way to contact the Grey Wardens?
Then we need to find these people.
I don't need any more directions.
Where would Loghain be, exactly?
Won't the Circle of Magi do what the Chantry says?
Where do we find the Circle of Magi?
I've been exiled from Orzammar.
I can't go back there.
How do we get to Orzammar from here, exactly?
Where do we find the dwarves?
My clan has already fled north.
We won't find them.
Where will we find the Dalish elves?
Where do we find Arl Eamon?
No, not yet.
You have been very quiet, Alistair.
What did you want to talk about, Alistair?
So, talk.
What's on your mind?
Go fall on something sharp.
I don't care what you think.
The Grey Wardens are welcome to come and help.
Anytime.
You can go and fight darkspawn on your own, if you like.
Calm down.
We can work this out, can't we?
I'm doing the best I can, Alistair.
I care about my duty.
I don't care about you.
I'll try to do better.
I promise.
I never asked for any of this, did I?
Maybe you're right.
I haven't had time to think about it.
I'm sorry you feel that way.
On your own?
I'd be happy if you helped at all.
Not that you'd put it all on me or anything.
So says the king of Ferelden.
Sad, really.
Sucks to be you, doesn't it?
I'm sorry, am I not a good enough person to suit you?
Who said I didn't care about saving lives?
Being a Grey Warden means nothing to me.
The Grey Wardens do what is needed--not what is nice.
What exactly is your issue, Alistair?
Get out of my way, Alistair.
I don't think I like your tone.
Is this very important?
This isn't a good time.
About what?
Are you sweating?
Ask me what?
That's very sweet.
This is a little sudden, Alistair...
Here?
In my tent?
That's not very special.
No.
I don't want to do this.
Don't worry about it, silly.
I don't feel right about us.
This needs to end.
You're going to be king, Alistair.
Let's deal with the Blight, first.
Not really.
There will be another time.
No need to say anything else.
I agree.
Don't talk like that.
There will always be time later.
Very well.
If that's what you really want...
I thought you'd never ask.
You want to spend the night?
Are you sure?
Oh?
Thanks a lot.
Are you upset because you weren't there?
I didn't do it to please you.
You wanted to stop me to say this?
If we can stop the Blight, we'll save much more.
I don't see the problem.
It was her choice, Alistair.
There was no time to try the Circle of Magi.
You think I should have killed the little boy, instead?
I didn't enjoy it, Alistair.
Maybe you missed the part where he was possessed by a demon?
You weren't there.
I didn't have a lot of choice.
And what else could have been done?
Are you saying I should have used blood magic?
You?
Maybe we shouldn't revive him, then.
Quit your whining!
You could have done no better.
Deal with it.
I don't really care what you think.
A decision had to be made.
I made it.
I feel badly, Alistair.
What do you want me to do?
I honestly did the best I could, Alistair.
So this is about you and him and not me at all.
Tell someone who cares.
Let's just go.
I don't really care what he says.
He'll see that there were larger things at stake.
This was all for his benefit.
Maybe you're right.
I don't know.
What's done is done.
If he isn't angry, why are you?
I don't know that at all.
Actually, Lady Isolde's the one who killed Connor.
I think it turned out quite well.
Don't you?
I don't want to discuss it right now.
You were there.
You saw what happened.
Zevran
Haven Chantry
Flemeth's Grimoire
Brother Genitivi
Haven Village
Village Shop
Wyrmling Lair
Ruined Temple
You might not want to go in.
Tavern's full, and those soldiers are being a nuisance.
It's no trouble.
And good luck to you.
We could all use some, no?
If you don't mind my asking...
I hear talk of someone giving those bastards outside the village what they deserved.
That wouldn't be you, would it?
It would be nice to thank whoever did it, that's all.
Good luck to you.
It was?
Hey... everyone!
This is the one who drove out those thieving bastards!
More will probably come, but it's good to know some justice is left here.
Thank you.
Is there any reason to be happy?
With the king dead, them darkspawn will overrun Lothering before anyone can organize.
You'd think those soldiers could at least run off the bandits.
Someone should teach those thieves a lesson.
You'd think those soldiers could at least run off the bandits.
I hear <emp>someone</emp> gave them what they deserved.
Wasn't you, was it?
They're not here to defend us.
They were looking for someone& before they started drinking.
I hear they almost killed a man because they didn't like his face.
I wonder if they're deserters from the king's army?
Same reason the chantry's full.
Packed with people who fled their homes.
The tavern keeper's letting folks sleep on the floors, but he can only fit so many.
And those soldiers are getting restless.
Ha!
Those curs got what they deserved!
Ha!
You see them soldiers run like frightened children?
Way to go!
Thanks for the advice.
No.
Why do you ask?
Yes, that was me.
You seem unhappy.
Tell me about these soldiers.
Why is the tavern full?
He was right, wasn't he?
There's no hope for us...
Then... what shall we do?
We must try to go north, somehow...
Our courage?
But... there's nothing we can do!
You're right.
We can't give up!
But... we can't fight!
What are we supposed to do?
We can't lie down and die, either.
We must go north, to Denerim!
Please!
Tell us what to do!
You... could spare us?
It's... it's worth a try...
Maybe, maybe not.
I couldn't care less.
Get out of here, all of you!
Get moving!
There's always hope.
Muster your courage!
Such cowardice sickens me.
Stay here, then.
I'm leaving.
Do all humans give up so easily?
How sad.
If you believe that, it must be true.
Then lay down and die!
There's no hope for any of you!
That's right.
No hope for any of you fools!
I don't care.
Die, if you wish.
Run, you fools!
Run until you can run no more!
Give me your valuables, and your sorry lives may be spared.
I have nothing to say to you.
Talk to the boss.
We still haven't seen that caravan you mentioned.
I've never met a mage.
Not... in person, anyway...
So you're a Grey Warden?
Dangerous for you to be out in the open, no?
Thanks for your contribution.
Move along, now.
Wake up, gentlemen!
We have another traveler to attend to... a loner, by the looks of it.
Wake up, gentlemen!
We have another traveler to attend to... a lone elf, this time.
Wake up, gentlemen!
We have another traveler to attend to... and a pretty one, at that.
Wake up, gentlemen!
We have another traveler to attend to... a dwarf, this time.
Err... he don't look much like them others.
Maybe we should let this one pass.
Err... she don't look much like them others, you know.
Maybe we should just let this one pass.
Wake up, gentlemen!
More travelers to attend to.
I'd guess that fellow is the leader.
Err... they don't look much like them others, you know.
Uh... maybe we should just let these ones pass...
Nonsense!
Greetings, traveler!
I imagine you're eager to get to the village.
For a simple toll of ten silvers, we'll let you on your way.
You came up with that a little too easily, if I do say so myself.
You did just say so yourself.
Shut up!
I mean there's more where that came from.
Oh, good thinking, you!
How about... twenty!
The toll is now twenty silvers!
Cough it up or else!
See, now?
If all our customers were so civilized, they wouldn't end up like our dreary knight, here.
Show some respect, gents.
Let the nice fellow by.
Do enjoy your stay in Lothering.
Show some respect, gents.
Let the nice lady by.
Do enjoy your stay in Lothering.
That sounds like a challenge.
Let's finish this, gents!
That's true.
It's not sporting of us to jack up the price like that.
You're so right.
I feel ashamed.
I believe I must drown my shame in at least twenty silvers worth of ale.
Ah!
And if I don't believe you?
How do we solve this predicament?
A mage?
Ahh!
I don't want to be a toad!
Nobody's turning you into a toad, you sniveling bastard!
You know, I hear a mage falls as quickly as anyone when stabbed.
Let's finish this, gents!
But... we'll, ah... let the toll go.
Just this once.
Ahh!
Don't turn me into a toad!
Yes, well... move along.
Do enjoy your stay in Lothering.
Did she say she's a Grey Warden?
Them ones killed the king!
Traitors to Ferelden, I hear.
Teyrn Loghain put quite a bounty on any who are found.
What do you say, gents?
With that kind of bounty, we can retire!
Let's be heroes to the kingdom!
But... aren't them Grey Wardens good?
I mean, really good?
Good enough to kill a king?
You have a point.
Well, let's forget about the toll.
We'll just leave you to your darkspawn-fighting, king-killing ways.
You don't say?
Well, given that you killed the king, I'm betting your charity days are done.
So, why don't you just go on?
They is really good, boss.
Remember.
Well... yes.
Twenty silvers?
That's all we've... collected today.
Then take it.
Err... do enjoy your stay in Lothering and all that.
And just when we had things settled...
Yes, well... move along, then.
Do enjoy your stay in Lothering.
Did he say he's a Grey Warden?
Them ones killed the king!
Well, this is going nowhere.
Let's finish this, gents!
Well I can't say I'm pleased to hear that.
We have rules, you know.
Right.
We get to ransack your corpse, then.
Those are the rules.
Indeed!
For the upkeep of the Imperial Highway!
It's a bit of a mess, isn't it?
You want to pay more?
Well, we'll happily accept donations.
I could be mistaken, but that sounded threatening.
Sounded like a threat to me.
Interesting, because you seem a bit outnumbered.
So we'll let you pass for a bigger score?
I do believe we're the morons in this scenario.
But... if a caravan's coming, shouldn't we set up an ambush?
There is no caravan, you simpleton!
You--just pay the blasted toll and then go pray for protection or whatever you're here for.
Wouldn't such a caravan be well-guarded?
A common ruse!
Well, we'll not be tricked so easily!
A whole caravan, ripe for the picking!
Not much gets past you, I see.
It's not really a toll.
We're just robbing you, see?
Do shut up!
Even a genlock would have understood that.
What did I tell you?
No wagons, and this one looks armed.
The toll applies to everyone, Hanric.
That's why it's a toll and not, say, a refugee tax.
Oh, right.
Even if you're no refugee, you still gotta pay.
They are fools to get in our way.
I say teach them a lesson.
Nonsense!
Greetings, travelers!
Highwaymen.
Preying on those fleeing the darkspawn, I suppose.
Now is that any way to greet someone?
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
A simple ten silvers and you're free to move on.
Wake up, gentlemen!
More travelers to attend to.
Led by an elf, of all things.
Wake up, gentlemen!
More travelers to attend to.
I'd guess the pretty one is the leader.
Wake up, gentlemen!
More travelers to attend to.
Led by a dwarf, oddly enough.
You know, I'm beginning to think your caravan isn't coming at all.
Maybe... maybe it's just made up!
Of course it's made up!
You owe us twenty silvers to compensate for my annoyance!
Oh...back, are you?
Hah.
We've no magic here, you know, nothing of interest...
Oh...back, are you?
I thought we settled things nice and amicably with you Wardens.
Well, enjoy... whatever you're doing.
Until the darkspawn come and kill everyone.
A shame you feel that way.
We're not inclined to give up our spot just yet, right gents?
Not me.
These refugee types are ripe for the picking.
Shall we settle our difference of opinion now, then?
Well... we don't want trouble, so... yes, we'll do that.
Thank you for sparing us.
But you said these refugee types was easy pickings!
There are better pastures elsewhere, you fool!
Time to go!
We'll see how skilled a mage you really are, then!
Let's finish this, gents!
Let's collect that bounty, then!
About what?
We're just, you know... greeting travelers.
Actually, it's more "refugees."
Yes, fine, refugees.
Life's hard all over now, and we get by how we can.
Teyrn Loghain pulled out just in time.
First thing he's doing as regent is putting a bounty on Grey Wardens.
Yes, fine.
Life's hard all over.
Nothing of concern to you Grey Wardens.
Well!
If it isn't one of our former customers back for a visit!
Do have fun.
I hear the village is quite packed with frightened rats.
Goodbye, fair maiden.
May our paths cross again shortly before your bedchamber.
So, you pay our toll and <emp>now</emp> get a backbone?
Well, I'd like a nip of whatever you've been drinking.
Gents, let's set another example for the locals.
Well that's a shame, because we don't want to give it to you.
What do I look like?
The village greeter?
All right!
We surrender!
We-we-we're just trying to get by, before the darkspawn get us all!
Um...right.
I guess so.
I'm sorry.
Yes!
Yes!
Of... of course!
We should've been more careful.
I'm sorry.
Yes, I'm a criminal; I admit it.
I apologize.
I'm not going down without a fight!
Bless you!
The darkspawn can have this place!
Yes!
Yes, of course.
The coins we collected are right here... just over a hundred silvers.
The rest is in the chests we brought!
I swear!
You're joking, right?
I could never be a soldier!
There aren't any!
Just the templars, and they'll execute me!
What could I tell you?
We aren't even from these parts!
Well then, let me go!
Couple, maybe.
A group of wounded ash warriors came by earlier... got right out of their way.
It's packed full.
The bann took his men north with Teyrn Loghain, so there's no one looking out for it except a few templars at the chantry.
I was just trying to feed my family, you know?
Well... watching for folks fleeing from the south.
Chasind from the Wilds and farmholders, mostly.
There aren't soldiers here any more, so we... help ourselves.
We try not to hurt anyone too much...
Very well.
Here's ten silvers.
Fine.
Here's twenty silvers.
Just let me by.
Or else?
I was playing nice, but now you're just greedy.
That's not very sporting of you.
I don't have that kind of coin.
Fine.
Here's ten silvers.
Just let me by.
Do you really want to fight a mage?
It's time to test some spells. <act>Attack them</act>
Do you really want to fight a Grey Warden?
You know, the Grey Wardens could use a donation.
Fine.
Just get out of my way.
Wrong answer. <act>Attack</act>
I've changed my mind. <act>Attack</act>
Not enough, I'm afraid.
An excellent donation, thank you.
Actually, let's add bandit-slaying to that list...
You are too kind.
I kill you.
Problem solved.
Forget it.
I'm not paying.
You can certainly try.
You're toll collectors, then?
Perhaps you should charge more, then.
Forget it.
I'm not paying you thugs anything.
I'm just saying it's rough business for such a pittance.
It's hard to be outnumbered by common thugs.
No, but a caravan is following me.
It has plenty of gold.
Not really.
It wants to appear poor, apparently.
You're fixing the highway?
I think not.
You should listen to your friend.
I'm no refugee.
You should listen to your friend.
We're not refugees.
Twenty silvers?
You said ten.
I'm leaving.
It's time for you and your men to leave.
I've changed my mind.
I'm cleaning you out.
I want some questions answered.
What news have you heard?
You said something about Grey Wardens killing the king...
You and your men need to leave.
Now.
I'm cleaning you bandits out of here.
I want my money back.
Wrong answer.
That's it.
I want my money back.
This shoddy operation is pathetic.
I could do better.
You picked the wrong target.
Get by?
You're a criminal!
Now you die.
That's all you deserve.
Then start running.
And don't come back.
Hand over everything you've stolen.
You'll follow my lead.
I could use some soldiers.
Or you can die.
Your choice.
I'm turning you in to the authorities.
Then I'll execute you here.
They'll do what they must.
Come with me.
I'm done asking questions.
Have you heard about any survivors from the battle?
What's going on in Lothering?
What exactly have you been doing?
How dare you accuse me of thievery!
I saw you take the supplies from my cart!
Your grassland eyes are inept!
A Chasind would never stoop to petty theft!
You marsh folk are all thieves and liars!
Enough!
People here are already desperate and frightened--they don't need you two coming to blows!
But what about my food?
I said <emp>enough</emp>!
You do not seem a refugee.
Were you part of the army?
We fought the darkspawn in the Wilds, but we never had a chance.
How do you live without the forest all around?
The legions of evil are on your doorstep!
They will feast upon our hearts!
There is nowhere to run!
This evil will cover the world, like a plague of locusts!
Please!
You're scaring the children!
Better to slit their throats now than let them suffer at darkspawn hands!
There!
One of their minions is already amongst us!
This man bears their evil stench!
Can you not see the vile blackness that fills him?
I watched the black horde descend on my people!
Darkness swallowed the marshes whole!
P-please!
Stop!
Somebody shut his mouth!
But isn't he right?
The bann left us!
We're going to die!
<emp>This</emp> minion is but the first of those who will destroy us!
Darkspawn will feast on our flesh!
Everyone will die!!
No!
I have seen them!
You cannot run!
You cannot fight!
There is nothing to do!
No hope is left!
Are you... calling me a coward?!
No!
Do not touch me!
You bring evil and destruction!
It is the end!
I...
I am shamed.
But the monsters will take you all!
The blackness will come...
My family, my clan... those creatures butchered them all.
Some of us fled here, but we cannot escape the darkspawn!
No!
I won't listen to the words of a man tainted by darkspawn!
I... ran, hearing my wife's screams as they dragged her off.
I... ran, hearing my wife's screams as they dragged her off.
She... had hair the same color as yours.
You... you are right. <desc>Sigh</desc> I will go.
Why am I here?
I should not have come.
Oh, that I could wipe these images from my eyes!
Be my guest.
I've no urge to try out that axe of his.
I watched the black horde descend on my people!
I will not be silent!
There!
One of their minions is already amongst us!
This woman bears their evil stench!
Can you not see the vile blackness that fills her?
You again!
Can you all not smell the evil?
This one is tainted!
More darkspawn will come!
We will be taken, all of us!
Watch where you throw accusations, fool!
You waste my time.
Continue ranting, if you must.
Don't be a fool.
Darkspawn can be defeated.
Standing around and shouting won't save you.
Could you cluck like a chicken when you do that?
I'm calling you an idiot.
Listen to yourself for a moment!
I know dogs made of sterner stuff than you.
I think you underestimate our resources... such as magic.
We dwarves have held off the darkspawn for centuries.
The Dalish would keep moving until we could move no more.
We Fereldans have fought off far worse in our past.
That's it.
Time to put you out of your misery.
You poor man.
What happened to you?
It must have been horrible.
How did you escape?
I'm not evil.
Please, won't you talk to me?
This is ridiculous.
You should be put out of your misery.
You are not honoring her death by acting like this.
Scaring these people won't get her back.
That's enough!
This ends now!
Is no one going to shut this madman up?
Why don't you keep your voice down?
I had enough of this the first time.
Better tainted by blood than by fear.
Calm down.
The darkspawn can be fought and beaten!
Your king is dead!
There is no hope!
Darkspawn will feast on your living hearts!
They will take your children!
The evil shall descend upon us!
Back off!
I have the right to charge what I wish!
You profit from their misfortune!
I should have the templars give away everything in your carts!
You wouldn't dare!
Any of you step too close to my goods, and I'll--
Ho!
You there!
You look able!
Would you care to make a tiny profit helping a beleaguered businessman?
You could say that, yes.
He is charging outlandish prices for things people desperately need!
Their blood is filling his pockets!
I have limited supplies.
The people decide what those supplies are worth to them.
You bought most of your wares from these very people last week!
Now they flee for their lives, and you want to talk business?
Look, stranger, I've a hundred silvers if you'll drive this rabble off, starting with that priest.
I'm an honest merchant, nothing more.
Would it help these folks if they could buy no goods at all?
They spend their very last coin because they are desperate.
And this man preys upon them as surely as the bandits outside the city!
Bah!
I'm not arguing anymore!
Drive off this woman and get yer hundred silvers.
Otherwise I'm taking my wagon and leaving!
I hope the darkspawn choke on yer cheap hides!
Bah!
I suppose it couldn't be helped.
Maker help us all.
You wouldn't dare!
I'm leaving!
What are you doing?
Run, everyone!
Run!!
But, but... sod all!
Take it, then!
I've made enough coin to get by.
Thank you for your generous assistance.
May the Maker watch over your path.
Maker's breath!
Sometimes it's truly not worth operating this far south!
Just charge what you would have before this tragedy.
Fine, yes.
Just stop complaining.
You're giving me a headache.
And hear more bellyaching?
I'd rather take my goods back to Denerim!
Perhaps... if that woman agrees I'm allowed to charge <emp>something</emp>.
Do what you must.
So long as the prices do not beggar the needy.
Fine, fine.
Done.
And since you don't look too needy, normal prices for you.
You want me to bid against him?
We don't have that kind of coin!
Well, I won't stand for thievery!
Especially not at the demand of some shrewish priest!
Then go!
And may you get all you deserve!
We have nothing to offer but our gratitude.
You would actually do the bidding of this evil little man?
Fine.
May your heartlessness bring you exactly what you deserve.
An early retirement!
Ha!
Serves that wench right!
You have my thanks!
And 100 silvers, yes?
What?!
Help!
Err... someone?
I agree!
But good deeds shouldn't go unrewarded... 100 silvers, and I'd be pleased to offer you a discount.
This way!
And beware the urchins... they have grabby little hands.
Right, fair enough.
But only you.
A-ha!
I'm not the only one with some business sense.
Didn't I mention "profit"?
Hmph.
Don't suppose you're looking to buy something.
Good, then.
I'm barely making a killing as it is.
All right.
Just... don't buy everything up.
Are you here to make my head ache, or do you actually want to buy something?
Mission accomplished.
I hope you're happy.
It isn't much, but take a look if you want.
Ho, friend!
Care to take advantage of your discount?
Is your profiteering ruffling some feathers?
You don't think you're being unscrupulous?
Then go, if that's what you wish.
Lower your prices, or lose your goods.
I don't think so! <act>Kill him</act>
Go if you like, but the wagons stay here.
I think you can compromise and still make a profit, no?
I tried my best.
Time to go, priest.
Fair enough.
Time to go, priest.
Agreed.
Those of you not here to do business, leave now!
Can you beat that offer, Sister?
Solve this yourselves.
I'm not getting involved.
I suppose it's not right to run off desperate folk...
What do I get if I help you?
Then it's time for you to go, isn't it?
Absolutely.
Off you go.
I hear you're making a killing.
Me too! <act>Kill him.</act>
Don't worry about it.
I hate the self-righteous.
Yes, well... carry on.
Let's see what you have, then.
And a discount.
Get rid of the "tiny" part, and I'll consider it.
I am, indeed.
Let's see what you have.
I'm here to make your head ache.
I would, indeed.
You don't look like the other folk fleeing the south.
Were you in the battle?
Huh.
Nothing so rude as a stranger.
Have it your way.
Good.
No room here for any more outsiders.
You don't look Chasind, so you're not from the Wilds.
And you're not a farmer.
I'd guess you saw some fighting.
I suppose it's not.
Then you'd best clear out.
We're loyal to the king here, and word from the north is the <emp>Wardens</emp> betrayed King Cailan.
Teyrn Loghain has a bounty on any who survived.
I've no plans on telling anyone anything.
Do what you will.
That's not what the teyrn's bounty says.
Teyrn Loghain?
Betray Maric's boy?
Bah.
Your story needs a bit of work.
I meant... that's quite a story.
Teyrn Loghain killed the king?
Mercy.
Terrible business, that.
I thought them that survived already marched north with the teyrn.
You must be a survivor... or a deserter.
Lucky you, I guess.
We don't see many dwarves in these parts.
You here to trade?
Might be a merchant or two in the tavern.
Most of the rabble who's fled here don't have anything worth the rags they're wearing.
Yeah, and my Aunt Fanny's an Orlesian chevalier.
You working with the fellow by the bridge?
Not a dwarf.
A merchant.
Gouging folks by charging a fortune for the basics.
They shouldn't have come here with nothing, I guess.
Need something?
I don't generally talk to strange elves who wander in here.
Can't promise I'm gonna answer them.
They dragged that qunari from one of the farmholds.
Entire family was butchered.
They brought him before the revered mother, named him the murderer.
Word has it he didn't say a thing--just let himself be locked up.
Best thing that's happened to Lothering.
Bandits will keep the rabble out, if Ser Bryant and his lot won't.
Were?
You mean they're gone?
Well, goody for you.
Now there's no one to drive off the blighted refugees.
Ser Bryant'll be glad, though.
He's been talking about offering a reward for anyone who'd run them out.
For now, most folks go to Ser Bryant.
He's head of the chantry's templars.
He's gone to war and taken all his soldiers, leaving us to fend for ourselves.
There's not going to be much left when he returns... <emp>if</emp> he returns.
What isn't?
We got Chasind barbarians and every farmholder south of Calenhad running from the darkspawn.
You still look like trouble.
We got plenty of that with the war, now.
Err... no.
Beg pardon and all.
I should mind my manners.
I don't know you; why shouldn't I have something against you?
We got enough strangers overrunning us.
Nothing but trouble.
Eh?
What's on, now?
Just traveling through.
What makes you think that?
Yes, I am a Grey Warden.
Maybe you should just keep that to yourself.
The Grey Wardens did no such thing.
Teyrn Loghain betrayed the king, not us!
Perhaps you'd like to rephrase that... or die.
Yes, I was with the king's army.
Yes, I am.
Where would I do that?
Not every dwarf is a merchant, you know.
There's a dwarf by the bridge?
I have some questions.
What do you know about the caged qunari?
Do you know about those bandits outside the village?
Were those bandits always outside the village?
Yes, I drove them off.
Who's in charge of this village?
You don't have a ruling lord?
I didn't "wander" anywhere, thank you.
I could make trouble for you, human.
Is that what you want?
Much better.
Now I'll go.
You have something against elves?
That marsh man stole from me!
I know it!
Have you seen my mother?
Nobody will help me find her.
Why can't I find her?
She is?
Oh, I was so, so scared that she'd never get here!
I'm not listening to you.
You sent me here and she wasn't here at all!
Some mean men with swords came, and mother told me to run to the village as fast as I could, so I did!
She said she would be right behind me, but I've been waiting and waiting and I can't see her!
She'll come soon, right?
She wouldn't leave me here all alone.
Mo-other!
Where are you?
Why not?
Why would she leave me here?
But--no!
She can't be dead!
I'll find her!
But she must be coming!
I don't know.
Maybe I should go home and look for her?
Then what should I do?
I have nowhere to go and I'm hungry!
No, I'm big enough to go myself.
The mean men must be gone by now.
The mean men must be gone by now.
Maybe I'll meet her on the way!
Mother said I wasn't to go with anyone.
I'm supposed to wait for her here in the village.
A whole silver?
Wow!
Thank you!
I will.
But only if I don't find Mother, first.
You're a really nice man.
Kind of like Father.
I should go look for Mother now.
You're a really nice lady.
Kind of like Mother.
I should go look for her.
So, um... you're a dwarf, aren't you?
Father says dwarves are really greedy.
But you're not greedy at all.
So, um... are you really an elf?
Oh.
I'm sorry.
I-I guess I'll go look for Mother some more.
Thank you for being so nice.
Father says elves aren't very nice.
But you're nicer than everybody here.
Thank you for helping me.
He went with William to the neighbor's yesterday, but he didn't come back.
She's really tall... and she has red hair.
We live on a big farmhold, all of us.
Mother's not here!
Have you seen her?
Beat it.
Yes, I have.
She's over there somewhere.
You poor thing!
Did you and your mother get separated?
Yes, well, good luck with that.
I don't think she's coming, child.
Don't worry about that now.
The mean men killed her.
She's dead.
I don't think she meant to leave you.
You can't stand here forever.
What if she doesn't show?
No, don't do that.
I'll take you to your farmhold, if you like.
That sounds like a good idea.
Don't be a fool!
She's dead!
Come with me.
I'll help you look for your mother.
Here.
Take this silver.
Buy something to eat.
Go to the chantry, child.
Someone will look after you.
Did my height give me away?
Yes.
Why do you ask?
That's a stupid question.
Did the ears give me away?
Do you know where your father is?
That depends.
Who is your mother?
I'm cold.
I don't like this.
Mother!
Where are you?
Mo-other!
May the Maker forgive us all.
I trust you are not the filthy type who intends to scavenge the southern battlefields.
The Maker watch over us, child, for the darkspawn have returned to make mankind pay for our sins.
I just cannot believe our young King Cailan already rests in his grave.
Maker take his soul.
All these poor people must keep fleeing north.
There is no protection here.
That murderous monster in the cage hasn't starved to death even after three weeks.
Why the Maker favors it so, I cannot imagine!
Some small part of me hoped the darkspawn were just a myth.
But they are real.
Why does the Maker not help us?
What are we to do?
How dare you walk around with that... <emp>murderer</emp>!
I cannot believe you agreed to free that creature!
He did terrible things to those families!
I hear you drove those bandits off again.
Bless you!
If they just stay away, the people fleeing the Blight could get here safely.
What's all the commotion?
I hear there's been fighting...
I thought there would be soldiers here.
Or at least a place to hide.
I almost feel sorry for the qunari locked in that cage.
It won't be able to defend itself from the darkspawn.
What will happen to us now that the king is dead?
You let out that... creature they locked up for murdering those families!
Why would you do such a thing?
There isn't enough food.
Even the Chantry is preparing to leave!
Where are we supposed to go?
I can't believe the qunari in that cage isn't dead yet.
It's been three weeks.
Why didn't they just execute him?
A few knights have come through here, searching for some holy artifact.
Not one of them stopped to help.
Does the revered mother know you freed that... creature?
You freed that creature from its cage.
Do you honestly think we need more killers on the loose?
There'll just be more bandits as soon as you leave.
As if we needed more fighting here!
Don't you see how scared everyone is?
Greetings to you, good ser.
If it... isn't too much to ask, might you spare some bread?
Or anything?
We're not beggars.
We were robbed!
Never mind, Hale.
It's no use.
Nobody will help one of us.
Never mind, Hale.
It's no use.
Not even one of our own will help us.
Thank you, that's very kind.
Bless you!
This will help us a great deal!
Bless you!
I knew another elf would help us!
We thought it'd be safer in Lothering, that the teyrn would bring his soldiers here.
But bandits attacked us and took everything!
Our food... our clothes... my daughter's pet lamb.
Nobody cares about a few elves.
Can you help us?
They're gone?
You... killed them?
That's wonderful news!
Perhaps our belongings are still there!
I can't thank you enough, friend.
Even if we don't get everything back, it's good to know others will be safe.
Nobody cares about a few elves like us.
Surely you understand.
Greetings, ser dwarf.
Your folk are famous for their generosity...
Might you spare some bread?
Greetings to you, my lady.
If it... isn't too much to ask, might you be able to spare some bread?
Leave us be.
There's nothing we can do for you, and apparently nothing you can do for us.
Yes.
Bandits set upon us, right in sight of the town.
Thank you again for helping us.
It's been difficult since we were robbed.
Wasn't everyone?
Those bandits have jumped every wagon and caravan in sight of Lothering.
I can spare nothing for beggars.
Here's fifty silvers.
I'm sorry for your situation, but I cannot help.
I told Ser Bryant about the bandits.
His men ran them off.
I met those bandits and drove them off.
I met those bandits.
They're dead now.
You said you were robbed?
Tell me what happened to you.
It was no trouble.
You were robbed?
If you seek refuge in the chantry, there's simply no room left.
So many are coming to Lothering, I make no assumptions.
We turn none aside.
But we simply don't have room for anyone to sleep.
Priests are within if you seek to offer devotion to the Maker, however.
May He protect us all.
Is he still alive?
The revered mother put him there a few weeks back.
He'll be dead soon enough.
Not since Teyrn Loghain passed by with his army.
It's a shame about the king, but with the darkspawn coming, few can think of anything else.
"Were"?
Did you drive them off?
Ser Bryant will appreciate that.
Yes, but we can barely keep order in the village right now.
We have no men to chase down bandits.
If you like, you can speak to Ser Bryant, but I doubt he'll tell you differently.
The revered mother runs the chantry itself, and Ser Bryant heads the templars stationed here.
Sister Leliana?
She's lived in this chantry for some time.
Came from Orlais.
I know it's not something many dwarves do, but if you wish to offer devotion to the Maker, you may enter.
It is good to see you again, Sister Leliana.
Thank you, Ser Maron.
Do I look like a refugee to you?
You're closed?
Can you tell me anything about the caged qunari?
Have you heard any news?
Did you know there were bandits on the highway?
Do you know about the bandits on the highway?
Who's in charge of this chantry?
Do you know someone named Leliana?
Will you listen to him?
He's been at it for hours, now.
You dealt with the Chasind handily.
I should point you at a few other nuisances.
Maybe with that blasted Chasind gone, my headache will go, as well.
Sorry, I can't talk.
I must watch over these wagons.
You, there!
If you're looking for safe shelter, I'll warn you: There's none to be found.
Move on if you can.
Lothering's lost.
I'm just giving you fair warning.
Thieves prey on the unfortunate whenever they get the chance.
You might find that, though it's probably just frightened gossip.
We've had refugees streaming from the south for the last two days.
The chantry and tavern are full to bursting.
There simply isn't enough food to go around, and we templars can barely keep order.
You'd be better off elsewhere, my friend.
I'll not turn you away.
We just ask that you don't bring more problems here.
People are frightened.
I'm just out here to keep an eye out for darkspawn.
Please ask someone in town.
No offense.
I'm just warning you things may not be as hospitable as you'd expect.
People are frightened.
The bann has marched north with Teyrn Loghain, so Lothering's on its own.
Most folks look to Elder Miriam.
I'm just here to keep watch.
I'll go where I want.
Do you know about the bandits just outside the village?
I was looking for some news, actually.
Out of my way.
Can I ask a few questions?
Are you keeping me from going in?
Is anyone in charge here?
There's word of darkspawn stragglers, but no sign of the main horde.
We are the only hope of protection this village has now, and I will <emp>not</emp> abandon them.
That is all.
May the Maker have mercy on us.
Yes?
Who might you be?
Yes, my lady?
Who might you be?
I am Ser Bryant, commander of Lothering's remaining templars.
You don't seem like the other refugees.
Are you one of Arl Eamon's knights?
Arl Eamon has fallen ill, and his knights are on a quest for the sacred urn filled with Andraste's ashes, said to cure any malady.
He must be very ill if they chase miracles as the only cure.
Now, unless there's something else you need...?
Travel safely, and may the Maker watch over you.
Other than the darkspawn horde bearing down on us?
I do not care who takes the throne.
Only fools fight over who owns a cottage while it burns down around them.
Teyrn Loghain has no legitimate claim on the throne.
He may be a hero, and his daughter may be queen, but he is a commoner and the king's corpse is barely cold.
If Arl Eamon was able to intervene, perhaps it would not have gone this far.
Don't look surprised.
I would be a poor templar if I couldn't tell that much.
I have heard word that the templars who watch over the Circle of Magi's tower have called for the Right of Annulment.
Hopefully, I've heard wrong.
If the Right of Annulment is invoked, the tower and every living soul within will be destroyed.
Is one of the treaties not with these mages? 'Twould be ironic to have them fricasseed just when they are useful.
We need the Circle's help.
We should go and find out what's happening.
That is very generous of you.
That's an impressive feat, indeed!
Will you accept a small reward for your efforts?
I wish I could afford such help, to be truthful.
Take your reward, at any rate... it is all I have to offer.
Maker's breath!
How many times must we drive them off?!
Well, you won't find it here.
We can barely keep control inside the village, much less on the roads.
But I will try once more.
I will not let them take any more advantage of this catastrophe!
Ser Varal!
Those fool bandits have returned.
Take some men and drive them off.
And see if you can't capture that leader of theirs this time.
As you command, Ser Bryant!
I was there at the farmhold.
The beast stood there, wet with the blood of the children.
He didn't even deny slaughtering them.
The revered mother ordered him caged.
She has more mercy than I do.
You can ask the revered mother.
I say let him rot until the darkspawn claim him.
I... see.
That is certainly worthy of notice.
Normally, our role is to protect the chantry and seek out unsanctioned magic.
For now, it is all we can do to protect the innocent.
We have more than swords at our disposal.
We are taught to dispel unholy magics, as well.
Our bann was summoned by Teyrn Loghain, and he took his soldiers north with him.
Lothering has been abandoned.
You have met her?
She came to the chantry years ago, to begin a new life of contemplation.
Yesterday, however, she packed up and left the chantry.
Forever, she said.
I don't think her life before she arrived was a happy one.
She was never well suited to the life here, but I do believe her faith in the Maker was sincere.
I assume she was fleeing the darkspawn, like the rest of us.
The revered mother leads this flock; I merely command her templars.
In her study, no doubt, preparing what she will take when we eventually evacuate.
Arl Eamon is sick?
Is it serious?
I'm told it's no natural illness.
They have found no cure, and thus must chase after miracles.
I... see.
Then what might I do for you?
I'd tell you what I told the others: Nothing here will assist your quest.
The Urn of Sacred Ashes is a myth.
A mythical relic of Andraste.
I... see.
I am Ser Bryant, commander of the Lothering templars.
Teyrn Loghain declared all Grey Wardens traitors, responsible for the king's death.
You know this, I hope?
And set a bounty on any who survived.
I don't believe the Grey Wardens would be as careless or malicious as the teyrn claims, but either way, there it is.
I cannot openly help you, I fear, but... here, take this key.
It opens the large cabinet on the far wall.
There is more there than we can carry when we evacuate, so take what you need.
Hello, again.
What can I do for you?
Greetings, Grey Warden.
What can I do for you?
I see you have returned, Sister.
I thought you had left the chantry for good.
I have, Ser Bryant.
And who is the gentleman with you, if I might ask?
And who is the lady with you, if I might ask?
I see.
Is there something more I can do for you?
Nobody of importance.
Pardon me.
I didn't mean to interrupt.
You can call me <FirstName/>.
Do many of his knights come here?
Have you heard any recent news?
You think there will be civil war?
But that means...
About those bandits outside the village...
One less.
I drove them off myself.
No need.
Your thanks is enough.
I could keep an eye out for trouble, for the right pay...
Certainly, thank you.
They robbed me.
I demand compensation!
What can you tell me about the imprisoned qunari?
Is there a way he could be released?
Is there any other help you can offer?
I'm hoping you can help me.
I'm a Grey Warden.
How do templars fight against magic?
Are you the only protection this village has?
Can you tell me of Sister Leliana?
What kind of person is she?
Do you know why she left?
Are you in charge here?
Where would I find the revered mother?
I'm a Grey Warden, actually.
No, I'm not.
And if I were?
What is the Urn of Sacred Ashes?
Have many of his knights come here?
I am the Grey Warden <FirstName/>.
He claimed we're responsible?
I've heard the rumors.
Are you here to see the revered mother, too?
I came to ask for a blessing.
With my family abandoning the farm to flee north, we'll need all the grace the Maker can offer.
Well, good luck to you.
I need to get underway.
If I'm lucky, I'll make it back to the farmhold by nightfall.
Err... not to be rude, but how's a dwarf come to be here?
I've seen you people in Lothering sometimes, but never the chantry.
Accept my apology, my lady.
A woman like yourself has the same right to the Maker's forgiveness as any of us.
Please accept my apology.
A man like yourself has the same right to the Maker's forgiveness as any of us.
It's wonderful how the Maker's arms are wide enough for all the nations of Thedas.
I suppose with the darkspawn coming you have other business with the chantry.
In her office arranging for everyone to leave, I suppose.
I don't think she's with anyone right now.
She's wonderful, isn't she?
The head of this chantry.
She's very busy, but I think she's free now.
Not all of us are alike, human.
Is there anything wrong with a dwarf honoring the Maker?
I'm not here to pray, if that's what you're thinking.
Where is she?
I've already spoken to her, actually.
The who?
Will you be making a donation to the chantry, my friend?
You look like you have salvaged more of value than most who make it here.
I understand.
Not all are wealthy enough to spare even a few coins for the Maker's favor.
A great number of people could be fed and clothed for a fraction of your finery.
But you must do as your heart wills.
What can I do for you, then?
Of course.
I would be pleased.
Not many of your people join our devotions.
How nice that you are an exception.
That is not a common request from a dwarf.
Naturally, I will be happy to oblige.
You haven't the courtesy to tithe and yet you ask for my blessing?
Never you mind.
For a Grey Warden?
Yes, you have a difficult road to walk, don't you?
In Andraste's name, I call upon the Maker to watch over His child and creation.
Watch over her path, O Maker.
Give her light in darkness.
In Andraste's name, I call upon the Maker to watch over His child and creation.
Watch over his path, O Maker.
Give him light in darkness.
You were contemptuous when I asked for aid.
A blessing would hardly be appropriate, wouldn't you agree?
I cannot help you without risking the safety of this village and chantry.
The best I can do is keep your presence a secret.
I am sorry.
A Grey Warden?
Here?
Oh dear.
You put me in a difficult position.
You must know that Teyrn Loghain declared the Grey Wardens to be outlaws.
You have not heard?
Teyrn Loghain?
That is as hard for me to believe as his condemnation of the Wardens.
There is a price on your head.
Lay low and I promise to keep your presence a secret.
That is the best I can do.
It might have been kinder to execute him, but I leave his fate to the Maker.
Why does he interest you?
Then his next victims might count you and me as their murderers.
I'm glad we're in agreement.
Now, if there is nothing else...?
That seems... highly unlikely.
Do you have any sort of papers to corroborate your story?
Well, that is... convenient.
I had no idea the qunari even knew he was here.
Your custody?
And who might <emp>you</emp> be?
How dare you?!
I will not be bullied by anyone, least of all the likes of you!
Then the teyrn was right.
Grey Wardens are no more than base traitors!
Begone!
You'll get no help here!
You threatened me!
Begone, and pray to the Maker for forgiveness!
How dare you?!
I will not be bullied by some base-born harlot!
How dare you?!
I will not be bullied by some piece of Dalish filth from the bushes!
How dare you?!
I will not be bullied by some gutter-born elf!
I see... you and the qunari are allies, then?
So be it.
Take the key to his cage and begone!
I will leave the teyrn's men to bring you to justice.
Be that as it may, I cannot release a murderer simply because you are of noble birth.
Be reasonable!
Hmm.
Since our bann has forsaken Lothering, perhaps you are the best choice for secular justice after all.
A Grey Warden?
Oh dear.
I will have to ask you to leave before you bring trouble on our heads.
To defend against the Blight?
Perhaps that is a form of atonement.
But are you certain you can control him?
You needn't threaten me.
I... no.
I cannot.
There will be too much trouble for us if we are seen co-operating with you.
The Maker cares no less for that qunari's victims than for the thousands who fell in Ostagar.
Now good day.
Then...  perhaps it would be for the best.
You have convinced me.
I'm not sure that would help, considering your group's current... standing.
But you have convinced me.
Here, then.
Take the key to the qunari's cage and take him away.
I pray this is the right path, for all our sakes.
The Maker demands justice, regardless of his race.
He butchered an entire farmhold.
Only one of the youngest hid long enough to survive.
The child said his father had found the qunari gravely wounded and took him in.
That kindness was repaid with murder.
The bann's men found the qunari just... standing amidst the carnage.
He did not resist them.
He would not say, though he acknowledged his guilt.
He confessed quite readily, but would give no reason for the crime.
Again?
We have already discussed this and I told you I would not release the creature.
I'm sorry, but I just don't see a reason to release the qunari to you.
Surely, you must understand.
I cannot, Grey Warden though you may be.
Please leave the qunari to his fate.
I suppose you are correct.
Teyrn Loghain is far away and you... are here.
I dislike being threatened, however.
She said something about a great destiny that would take her away.
She did not want to hear that we most often serve the Maker in small kindnesses, not grand gestures.
With Andraste's guidance, she is already traveling north, out of the darkspawn's reach.
I'm sorry.
She left our order yesterday.
Might I suggest thirty silver?
These poor souls will weep at your generosity.
Thank you!
Thank you, dear woman.
Thank you, my son.
One out of one is a more generous gift than ten out of thousands.
I am the revered mother of this chantry.
Traditionally, those who seek my blessing tithe first.
Farewell to you then, my daughter.
Farewell to you, then, my son.
Farewell to you, then, good dwarf.
May the Maker bless you and watch over you.
Begone, then.
I have important work to finish.
May the Maker guard you, Grey Warden.
Yes?
What can I do for you now?
Good day, Sister Leliana.
I'm surprised to see you're still in Lothering.
It is good to see you as well, your Reverence.
I do not recognize your companion.
Greetings.
Will you be making a donation to the chantry?
Our need has never been greater.
Is there something I can do for you, then?
Did I not tell you to leave?
Get out before I have the templars remove you!
I have nothing to offer.
Tithe?
To the chantry?
Are you joking?
Nothing of importance.
I was hoping to receive your blessing.
Can you provide any help to the Grey Wardens at all?
I am a Grey Warden.
I need your help.
So I've heard.
But it is <emp>Loghain</emp> who betrayed the king.
Outlaws?
What do you mean?
I want to talk about Sten, the qunari you imprisoned.
I want him freed.
I might have a use for him.
Is there any way I can convince you to release him?
I suppose that's a "no".
<act>Lie</act> I've come to return him to his people.
I think you should reconsider that stance.
Now.
I was thinking you might release him into my custody.
Never mind.
He's probably better off in that cage.
I'm someone who could kill you if I were of a mind to.
All right, I'll go.
Perhaps I should have said that I'm a Grey Warden.
I apologize for my rudeness.
Please forgive me.
My father was Teyrn Cousland.
Will you trust that?
I have no time for this.
Give me the keys to the cage.
Now.
I am a Grey Warden, in need of aid against the darkspawn.
I will do what I must to get help.
Even use force.
If not, I will kill him.
Problem solved.
But the darkspawn are the real enemy here!
I will not argue.
Give me the key to Sten's cage or die.
If you prefer, I could invoke the Right of Conscription.
What if this causes an incident with his people?
What did he do?
What would make him do such a thing?
Are you certain he did it?
Give me the key to Sten's cage.
Now.
Will you not reconsider your stance?
In desperate times, Grey Wardens will do whatever they must.
Can you tell me about Sister Leliana?
What tithe is acceptable?
I can offer five sovereigns.
Very well.
Thirty silver it is.
I am sorry, but I only have ten silver.
I'm sorry, but I must prepare the chantry's vestments before we flee.
There is very little time.
Who...?
I am Ser Donall, knight in the court of Arl Eamon in Redcliffe.
Or I was, prior to his... misfortune.
The arl is stricken with an illness that threatens his life.
We have found no cure, either natural or magical.
Our only hope now is a miracle.
Every knight of Redcliffe has gone in search of the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
Fare you well.
Fare you well, then, my lady.
Be careful, Grey Warden.
This is a dangerous time.
Good luck to you.
And to you, Alistair.
I hope to one day see you again.
And you, Ser Donall.
What?!
And you have his locket?
And a note?
With Henric gone, I need to return to Redcliffe.
Perhaps later I will seek out the scholar his note mentions.
But I must go.
Thank you again, good ser.
You have been most helpful.
Thank you again, my lady.
You have been most helpful.
Thank you.
I wonder how many of us have met similar fates on this mad quest.
A reward?
Oh, of course.
I hope a sovereign is sufficient?
Supposedly, the Urn contains the ashes of the prophetess Andraste.
Surely you know all this?
I expected to take advantage of the chantry's library, in fact, but my skills are better suited to battle than chasing down tales.
Why is that, if I may ask?
You can travel to Redcliffe if you like... perhaps he has recovered.
Or perhaps his son might assist you.
I don't like the sound of that.
We should see Arl Eamon for ourselves and find out what's happening.
Whatever the reason, the arl won't be seeing anyone until he's recovered.
The teyrn declared the Grey Wardens responsible for the massacre at Ostagar.
There is a price on your heads.
What?!
We didn't betray anyone, Ser Donall.
You must know that!
A Warden!
Then some <emp>did</emp> survive.
You must be who Loghain hopes to smoke out with his bounty.
Whatever the teyrn has done or not done, the arl remains ill, or worse.
That is my primary concern.
He may be dead already.
Or perhaps his luck has changed in the weeks I have been gone.
If nothing else, I am certain you would be welcomed at Castle Redcliffe.
The arlessa is there, and she could tell you more than I could.
We should see what's happening in Redcliffe ourselves.
I believe that now more than ever.
If Arl Eamon were well, I have little doubt he would assist you.
My quest, however, remains the same.
The arl fell ill before the king died.
But what if Loghain planned that, too?
Ah, such thoughts do not sit well with me.
The arl is a popular man, it's true.
Teyrn Loghain, however, is a hero throughout Ferelden.
When did this happen?
Only a few weeks ago, but he has declined quickly.
No one knows the nature of the illness, and even magic has done little to slow its progress.
Ser Donall...?
Is that you?
Alistair?
By the Maker, how are you?
I...
I was certain you were dead!
Very nearly, Ser Donall.
May I introduce my fellow Grey Warden?
We are the last two in Ferelden, as far as I know.
Terrible news, indeed.
But I'm glad to meet you, good ser.
Might I know your name?
Terrible news, indeed.
Pleased to meet you, my lady.
Might I know your name?
Perhaps wise.
You are aware of the bounty on your heads, then?
I trust you are staying discreet?
With the bounty placed on your heads?
The bounty?
Teyrn Loghain has declared the Grey Wardens responsible for the loss at Ostagar.
He claims he withdrew his men to save them.
I don't believe a word of it.
But with the teyrn offering hard coin for your deaths, you'd be smart to keep your identities secret.
If Arl Eamon were well, he'd set Loghain straight soon enough.
We've heard Loghain's accusations.
But he's the one who betrayed the king!
Ah, it is good to see you again!
Allow me to mark my place in my book...
Now then, what can I do for you?
His misfortune?
Your friend Ser Henric is dead.
I have something of his.
I dealt with the bandits that killed him.
I'm sorry about your friend.
Is there a reward, perhaps?
What are you doing here in Lothering?
Tell me more about this Urn of Sacred Ashes.
So your quest for the ashes brought you here?
I would prefer not to say.
I am a Grey Warden.
I need his help.
Bounty?
Loghain betrayed the king, not the Wardens.
Is there any point in going to Redcliffe?
Do you have any advice?
Do you think Loghain is involved with the arl's illness?
We need his help against Teyrn Loghain.
Yes, we've heard about his illness.
I was hoping to meet Arl Eamon, in fact.
I'd prefer not to mention that, thank you.
I am <FirstName/>.
It is a pleasure to meet you.
It's terrible.
So many come to Lothering seeking refuge, only to find that we can offer little more than prayer.
Does the Maker see our plight?
Is He moved by this destruction?
I apologize.
The Maker's plan is too grand for me to fathom, especially at times like this.
May the light of the Maker guide your path.
Please do not disturb them.
The Chant of Light must go on, particularly in these dark times.
When the prophet Andraste was burned by the magisters, the Maker turned away from His creations.
We gain His forgiveness by spreading Andraste's teachings.
The Maker will return when the Chant is sung from the four corners of the world.
We are preparing as we can, and when the revered mother calls on us to leave, we shall.
But not before then.
He created this world.
Every sunrise is proof of His existence.
Every child born shows He loves us still.
Would you see someone's soul denied the Maker's light just for the misfortune of having been born outside the Chantry's influence?
Everyone deserves redemption, my friend.
The Chant of Light.
Surely you know of it?
The Chant is our devotion to the Maker, our first commandment as followers of his prophet Andraste.
Perhaps you haven't heard these verses before.
Here, we can only sing a few verses per week, and finish anew each First Day.
The revered mother presides over the chantry, and Ser Bryant leads the few templars guarding us.
Tell me more about the Chant of Light.
Aren't you worried about the coming darkspawn?
How do you even know the Maker exists?
That seems like an excuse to spread the Chantry's influence.
What are those priests chanting, exactly?
I am not from Ferelden.
This is... a prayer?
Of course.
The Chant shows our devotion to the Maker.
I've never heard it sung quite like this.
And when the Maker spoke, the Chant of Light scattered in the darkness.
The Word dispelled fear and ignorance.
And then shall the Maker return to us.
And then shall the Maker return to the Black City in heaven.
And then shall the Chant of Light make it pure.
I'm sorry I cannot talk now.
I must feed the holy brazier, to ensure the flame never dies.
I wish you well.
Only that the revered mother sentenced him to starve in a cage for the murders he committed.
Perhaps the darkspawn will take him if he is not dead already.
It represents the flames that burned Andraste herself.
Do you know the tale?
The prophet was burned in the ancient city of Minrathous before the ancient mages she had fought.
Instead of dying in pain as the mages wanted, she was purified by the fire and taken by the Maker into the heavens to stand forever at His side.
We are all sinners.
The fire symbolizes our hope that forgiveness is possible.
Thus, we all serve by feeding its flames.
Of course.
The dwarves have offered us coal and special rocks.
Even the Circle of Magi volunteered to provide magical flames.
If that isn't irony, I don't know what is.
The flame means little without the act of remembering and atoning for our sins.
Always a pleasure.
It should take as much concentration to cleanse the soul as to cleanse the body.
Don't be ridiculous.
It is a symbol and not meant to be taken literally!
Now go, and leave me to my task.
The revered mother is in the other room, but Ser Bryant can probably answer your questions.
The Maker grant you His blessing.
Is there something else you wished?
I'll leave you alone, then.
Do you know anything about the imprisoned qunari?
What's the significance of the brazier?
In Orzammar, we know little of your ways.
The Dalish know little about human religion.
The fires... cleansed her sins, something of that sort?
I know all chantries keep a fire to honor her death.
Aren't there easier ways to keep a fire going?
I think I understand, thank you.
That seems like a terribly monotonous task.
So if I sin, I should just set myself on fire?
Of course.
Doesn't everyone?
Who is in charge here?
Greetings, and welcome to the chantry.
There is something... odd about you.
I trust that you are not here to make trouble.
You are welcome here, so long as you cause no trouble.
We are here to guard this chantry and all mankind from forbidden magics.
Please do not cause a disturbance.
Matters are delicate enough with all the newcomers.
That creature is a killer.
I hope the revered mother knows what she is doing in letting him go.
You dare bring that creature here?
Take him away at once!
There will be no fighting in here.
You've been warned.
You...
Miss.
What is your name?
You... seem quite odd to me.
You would not be the first to think so.
But avert your eyes.
I will not have you staring overlong.
Best get used to it.
I'll be watching you--we want no trouble here.
Please, I must continue playing, else I earn no coin tonight.
I just play what the innkeep asks.
We need his coin to travel north.
Sorry, I don't know any songs from the Dales.
I just play what the innkeep asks.
Sorry, I don't know any dwarven songs.
I just play what the innkeep asks.
Well.
Look what we have here, men.
I think we've just been blessed.
Didn't we spend all morning asking about an elf by this very description?
And everyone said they hadn't seen one?
It seems we were lied to.
Gentlemen, surely there is no need for trouble.
This is no doubt simply another poor soul seeking refuge.
Out of our way, Sister.
If you insist on protecting a traitor, I've no trouble teaching you a lesson.
I doubt he would listen.
He blindly follows his master's commands.
I am not the blind one!
I served at Ostagar, where the teyrn saved us from the Grey Wardens' treachery!
I serve him gladly!
Right!
Let's make this quick!
Enough talk.
Take the Warden into custody.
Kill the sister and anyone else that gets in your way.
Teyrn Loghain claims the Grey Wardens betrayed the king, or haven't you heard?
<emp>You</emp> don't need my protection.
But these men will blindly follow their master's command even unto death.
Uh-oh.
Loghain's men.
This can't be good.
All right, you've won!
We surrender!
Good.
They've learned their lesson and we can all stop fighting, now.
I was there!
The teyrn pulled us out of a trap!
The Wardens led the king to his death!
The teyrn could do nothing!
W-what do you want to tell him?
I'll tell him.
Right away.
Now.
Thank you!
Please!
Wait!
They have surrendered!
They were no match for you!
Let them be!
Y-yes... thank you!
Thank you!
But they failed, and I do not wish death on anyone.
You mean... very well.
May the Maker forgive your trespasses.
May He keep you in His sight and guide you.
Let's talk about this before things get out of hand.
It looks like he wants a fight.
I'm happy to oblige.
What makes you think I'm a traitor?
I don't need your help, miss.
Please stand back.
The Grey Wardens didn't betray King Cailan.
Loghain did.
You really are blind. <act>Kill them</act>
The teyrn left the king to die!
Take a message to Loghain.
He'll have to do better than this.
He'll pay for what he's done.
We're coming for him.
The Grey Wardens know what really happened.
I don't want them reporting to Loghain.
They aim to butcher us!
They deserve no mercy!
Start running.
Right now.
They were going to kill us!
Fine.
They should leave.
And quickly.
Then give them a final prayer, Sister. <act>Kill them</act>
But I do. <act>Kill them</act>
No.
They die. <act>Kill them</act>
If you want something, speak to Danal.
I don't deal with customers.
I'll not have any elves tracking dirt in!
Out!
No dwarves in the kitchen!
You think I don't see your grubby little hands snatching all the rolls?
Out!
Enough!
I'll not have my kitchen invaded by ramblers, tracking mud in on their shoes!
What's it now?
With all these poor mouths to feed, I've no time to spare!
Out you go!
I'll have no fighting in my kitchen.
Out with you!
Leave me to drown my sorrows, stranger.
The Maker wouldn't let us die, would He?
So darkspawn killed the king.
What are <emp>we</emp> supposed to do?
Ser Bryant needs to stop those blasted bandits.
I can't just pack up my whole farmhold and flee.
The army will save us, won't they?
I-I don't want any trouble...
Please don't hurt me.
And what do you need?
We trade in all sorts here, and business is good.
Take care of yourself, stranger.
Everything and then some.
I'm sure it's nothing you haven't heard yourself.
Let me show you.
With the demand now, I sell wherever I can.
I won't be able to take it with me, after all.
Need something else?
Repeat customers are always a pleasure.
Please, I don't want trouble.
Do you want to buy something or not?
You run a store in the tavern?
May the Maker forgive us.
Maker watch over us.
The darkspawn are punishment for our sins.
Soon we will evacuate and the Chant of Light will be silenced.
That murderous qunari still lives after three weeks in his cage.
The horde will get him, most like.
How dare you bring that murderer here!
I knew the families he slaughtered!
I have no intention of getting involved.
Please leave me be.
I am trying to listen to the bards' song.
Can we speak once they finish?
We're only resting until we can head north with everyone else.
With any luck, the king died quickly.
This will be our first night sleeping indoors since we fled our farm.
Please don't hurt us.
We're minding our business here.
We thought the soldiers would hold Lothering, but they've abandoned us again.
Same story here.
The soldiers are gone and we're the ones who suffer.
If I'd died a soldier, at least my wife would have my death coin.
My kids haven't had a roof over them in weeks.
Darkspawn killed all my livestock.
I'm ruined.
You know anyone in the north looking for a field hand?
Helpful Refugee
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Little Boy
Robbed Man
Ser Maron
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Ealisay
Guardian
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Tamlen
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Farmer
Revered Mother
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Ser Varal
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<emp>Find the Urn</emp>
Brother Genitivi, the scholar who was trying to track down Andraste's final resting place, has gone missing.
His assistant, Weylon, told you that he set off to follow a lead on the Urn.
However, on further questioning, the man who called himself Weylon became defensive and attacked you.
He is now dead.
<emp>Find the Urn</emp>
The only hint Weylon gave you on Brother Genitivis whereabouts is that he was going to an inn near Lake Calenhad.
Brother Genitivi went to investigate something around that area.
<emp>Find the Urn</emp>
You were ambushed by a group of men outside the Spoiled Princess.
There is something suspicious going on here.
Could Weylon have led you astray?
Seek him out in Denerim's Market District.
<emp>Find the Urn</emp>
The innkeeper of the Spoiled Princess thinks something bad may have happened to the Redcliffe knights who came looking for Brother Genitivi.
You should probably be on your guard.
Broken ribs be cursed!
I'm not abandoning decades of research!
My faith gives me strength.
Faith, with a liberal sprinkling of curiosity.
You're a tough old man, aren't you?
I don't know.
How can you help me?
Safe?
I'll be safe enough when I'm dead and sleeping soundly in my coffin.
And I'm not quite ready for that yet.
It is best for all of us that you return to Denerim.
<emp>Find the Urn</emp>
Brother Genitivi's research suggests that the village of Haven, in the mountains to the west, might have some clues as to the location of the Urn.
Brother Genitivi must have gone to Haven to continue his search.
Robbed Woman
Robbed Child
Yes, yes, of course.
That is very wise of you.
But time waits for no man.
I just wanted to understand more before setting off.
Angry Farmer
Chanting Brother
If you were wise, you would turn away and never look back.
Please, I beg you...
I do not think this will end well.
His intentions were noble and inspired by faith.
Select which plots/backgrounds to unset.
What skill level would you like to have?
Unset plots completed/background.
The Landsmeet is [not] over.
Jowan is [not] dead.
Jowan has [not] been banished.
Orzammar plot [not] completed.
Leliana.
Loghain.
Sten.
Wynne.
Remove a henchman from the party.
Dog.
Morrigan.
Modify my skills
Intimidate.
2
9
Poison.
5
Stealing.
8
Survival.
1
10 (High, automatic success)
I want a 50% chance of success on all checks.
7
I do not wish to modify any more skills.
You know about Genitivi.
You know about the search for the ashes.
Arl Eamon completed.
Next Page.
Player was undercover in the origin.
Player bribed the Arl's son instead of killing him.
You killed Prince Trian.
I am the Guardian.
I do not stand aside for anyone.
The Ashes!
Aneth ara.
I should get back to work before Master Varathorn skins me alive.
Have you ever seen an artifact made by the ancient craftsmen?
I saw a sword once, and it was beautiful!
The old crafts are a wonder.
Our ancestors believed that everything should be beautiful.
Master Varathorn keeps us very busy.
It takes many decades to master even what little we know of the old crafts.
Your people can't smith like the durgen'len or craft like us.
I suppose they do some things well enough, though.
I wonder why the ancient shemlen didn't study our crafts more when they took our people as slaves.
You'd think they would have seen value in it.
You're lucky your people still know all their ancient smithing ways.
You work with metal like our ancestors worked with wood.
Is it strange?
To... live amongst the shemlen?
To know nothing about your people?
Your clan's craft master is a great bow-maker, or so Master Varathorn tells us.
That's what I want to do one day: work solely in shaping wood and making bows.
I... really shouldn't be talking to you.
I have work to do.
Andaran atish'an, stranger.
I am Athras.
I hope the others have not been too harsh in their treatment of you.
That is very generous of you.
Most would assume we are unkind as a rule, and that is not the case... especially not to a Grey Warden.
I understand you will search for the wolves in the Brecilian Forest.
I would join you, but Zathrian has... forbidden me.
Dareth shiral, stranger.
Of course, my friend.
May the Creators watch over your journey.
Please, should you come across my wife, return and tell me.
None of us is happy about this situation, and I least of all...
But I... shouldn't speak too much about this, especially with an outsider.
I am sure you have little interest in my problems.
I, ah, didn't ask you for help, really...
I, ah... all right.
I...
I see.
That is the kind of treatment our people usually expect from yours.
No wonder there is little love between us.
I... no, it is too strange to discuss something like that with you.
It's odd to talk so freely with a stranger, but... perhaps you can help me.
But I shouldn't trouble you with this.
You have your own concerns, I am certain.
Well, perhaps you could help me with it.
I would certainly appreciate anything you could do.
My wife, Danyla, and I both fought the werewolves in the ambush.
She was injured so gravely the curse spread rapidly in her.
Zathrian fought hard to ease her pain, but there was little he could do.
And though he says that Danyla is dead, he will not let me see her... her body.
I am beginning to believe she became a werewolf, and that it is being kept from me so I do not go chasing after her...
If I could just... know if Danyla is alive, or what happened to her... then I could be at peace.
No!
It would be very rude to accuse the keeper of lying.
I know he means well.
I just need to know... one way or another.
I understand.
I suppose the clan will be moving on soon, anyhow.
If you are in the forest, perhaps you might... come across her, alive or dead.
Any news would be better than none.
And in return, I would be happy to gift you an amulet made by our craftsmen.
It may fetch you some coin in the human lands.
I can only cling to a faint hope... or rest once I find out the truth.
Ah.
I suppose your kind are used to greater rewards for such tasks.
Ir abelas--I am sorry.
It is all I have to offer.
That is the kind of response I would expect from a shemlen.
It is sad to hear it from a fellow elf.
As I surmised at the start.
You needn't bother with my problems.
Ma serannas--thank you.
The keeper means well, but...
I must discover the truth for myself.
We are banned from entering the forest now.
I have... more cause than most, but I will not disobey my keeper.
That is a tale I am not sure I should tell an outsider.
Surely you have greater concerns than my problems, stranger.
I suppose there's no harm in telling a fellow elf, but surely you have greater concerns than any problem of mine, no?
By the Creators!
Danyla's scarf!
Zathrian said that she was killed by the same curse plaguing the others!
Where is she now?
Here, take this amulet.
I understand our crafts have some value in human lands.
It is not much, but it might be worth something.
So... the keeper did not lie?
The curse killed her?
You are certain of this?
It is not our intention to insult a Grey Warden.
We are simply wrapped up in the plight of our hunters.
It is easy to forget simple niceties at such a time.
I greet you, stranger.
It is good to see another elf, even if you are not one of the wandering clans.
I trust my people have not been too harsh in their treatment of you?
We welcome our brethren, even if they have forgotten the old ways.
That is our charge, after all: to keep the old lore alive until we can bring it back for all.
Aneth ara, friend.
It is good to see another of the wandering clans.
Where is your clan now, if I might ask?
Isn't it?
I have no intention of seeking them out, but I expected warmer words from a fellow Dalish.
I see.
I am glad you have become part of such a respectful organization as the Grey Wardens, however.
Is there something else you needed of me?
True, but I should not have mentioned anything, especially to an outsider.
You have more important concerns, I am sure.
I did, but...
I do not expect you to be interested in hearing my tale.
Your concerns are far more important than mine.
So the hunters were cured, but not in time for my Danyla...
You have returned.
Is there... any chance you have news of Danyla?
Oh.
I cannot fault you for that.
You have your own business to attend to, after all.
Ma serannas, stranger--thank you.
Very well.
I suppose I shall have to wait longer and see.
No offense, but... you have nothing of hers, no proof that you bring word.
Danyla would have given you something...
Ma serannas, stranger.
Thank you.
I just desire the truth--that is all.
I... don't doubt your intentions, but I know my wife, and I know what she would do.
I simply want the truth, stranger.
If you can bring me that, I would be grateful.
If not, then there's no need for you to speak to me, is there?
I would prefer not to.
You are an elf, after all, but...
I know my wife.
I know what she would do.
Ir abelas--I am sorry, but unless you have some evidence, I cannot accept what you're saying.
Maybe I will in time, but... not today.
I... suppose if both you and the keeper are telling me the same thing, it would be foolish of me not to believe it.
You have news?
I... are you certain?
What do you know?
You have news?
Have you found her?
Are... are you certain?
That is her scarf...
Where did you find her?
What's become of her?
Mythal'enaste!
What... what do you mean?!
<emp>Joking</emp>?!
Are you mad?!
Tell me what happened to her!
Please!!
I should never have expected anything but cruelty from an outsider.
Begone!
I cannot believe one of my kind would ever be so cruel.
Begone, and leave me to my grief!
By the Creators, <emp>what</emp>?! <emp>What happened to her</emp>?!
So I was right... but what became of her?
That is a brutal thing to say...
But I must accept she is lost to me, just as much as if she were dead.
Of course... you had to.
She was a mindless beast, lost to me just as if she were dead.
She told you that?
Yes... that is what she would do.
Then... it is over.
I should be thankful, I think.
At least she is at peace now.
You have been most kind, my friend.
The keeper... told me the truth?
Are you certain?
Oh.
I see...
N-no, of course not.
It would be foolish of me to disbelieve both you and the keeper.
<desc>Sigh</desc> At least she is at peace.
Now I should go and make arrangements.
I must mourn my wife as is proper.
Dareth shiral--fare you well.
Here is the amulet, as I promised.
Ma serannas--thank you, again.
I wish you well.
Do not speak to me.
Do what you came here to do, then be gone.
I don't mind.
I understand.
You do not seem very happy about that...
That's how you ask for help?
Interesting method.
Come on.
Out with it.
Fine.
I'll pretend I didn't hear that, then.
Little to no interest, actually.
Just passing the time.
Please.
I'd like to hear about it.
Perhaps it has something to do with this scarf.
I'd like to hear about it.
Perhaps I could convince Zathrian to tell the truth.
I really don't have time to be a search party.
I will seek her out in the forest.
She's probably dead, you know.
I've no time for this sort of errand.
I'm sorry; that's terrible.
Perhaps this scarf will mean something to you...
Forbidden you?
Why do you want to enter the forest?
I sure do.
Just making conversation.
I found Danyla.
She gave me this scarf.
If you compensate me, I'd be glad to tell you everything.
An amulet?
That will do.
Time for me to go.
I found her in the forest.
She's dead now.
I found her in the Brecilian Forest.
She was a werewolf.
She's dead.
That's all you need to know.
They've been a bit suspicious.
They have and it's annoying.
I have a job to do.
Actually, everyone has been quite accommodating.
That's none of your business.
They went north just after I left.
I don't know.
I have been separated from them for some time.
No, I need to go.
You mentioned having a problem before.
You don't seem very happy, Athras.
You mentioned Zathrian forbidding you to join me...
No, nor was I looking.
Not yet, I'm afraid.
<act>Lie</act> I do.
Very well.
I'll see what I can do.
Are you doubting my word?
She didn't give me anything because she's dead, Athras.
She gave me her scarf.
See for yourself.
It... it's too horrible to repeat... so awful...
I'm only joking.
It's not as bad as all that.
No, this has been too fun.
No, too awful...
I can't speak of it...
She was a werewolf, just as you suspected.
Oh, who knows?
She a vicious beast now.
I killed her, naturally.
She died, Athras.
But not before she sent her love.
She died from the curse.
Zathrian told you the truth.
Absolutely.
And she sends you her love, as well.
If you must know, she was a werewolf.
Of course I am.
Do you doubt me?
Of course.
I'm-I'm very sorry.
It's just that... we don't get many visitors.
Like you, I mean.
Of your kind.
You... you're probably right.
We do keep to ourselves.
Oh, of course!
It's just that they don't--I mean you don't... oh, I should start over.
Never.
You're so much... bigger than I--oh, er, I didn't mean...
Oh, dear.
I should start over.
I didn't mean it like that!
I... <desc>sigh</desc> Can we start over?
I'm sorry; I'm not used to dealing with outsiders... th-though we do get people like you from time to time.
Elves from the city, I mean.
I... ah, that is... we, uh...
I... am sorry, I... didn't mean to offend you in, uhhh, any way...
You are the outsider.
It-it's good to finally meet you.
You're very personable.
Far more than I expected, to be honest.
Your kind can be pretty unreasonable.
I... no.
I don't get to interact with outsiders much.
Ever, in fact.
No!
Not that.
I don't get to interact with outsiders very much.
At all, in fact.
Oh, I didn't mean it like that...
I just don't get to interact with folks outside our clan very often.
Ever, in fact.
I am Cammen, a hunter apprentice.
Though I wish I could become a real hunter.
I... never mind.
Just... go away and leave me alone.
I... shouldn't be talking about this to an outsider.
You wouldn't understand.
Before you--?
Uh... a-all right.
I suppose it makes no difference.
No, I...
I really shouldn't talk about this.
Just... leave me alone.
I... suppose there's no harm in it.
It's not like you can help me.
I've been an apprentice for too long.
To become a true hunter, I must bring back the pelt of a beast I killed myself.
A boar or a wolf or... something.
I wanted to hunt in the forest, but we're forbidden to enter because of the attack.
But... the real problem is Gheyna.
She's my heart's desire.
I have asked for her hand, but she cruelly refuses it.
She will not bond with an apprentice, she says, and calls me a child.
I am no child!
If I was a hunter, I could prove it, but I cannot hunt and... and Gheyna will never bond with me!
I feel so helpless! <desc>Sigh</desc> I shouldn't have brought it up.
Just leave me to my misery.
I... suppose there's no harm in telling you.
You know our ways.
I... didn't know if it was a good idea to talk to you.
Your kind can be pretty unreasonable.
You are the Dalish Grey Warden.
Andaran atish'an.
It... it is good to meet you.
Oh, I'm just... you know, nothing much.
I... uh, I'm being rude.
I should introduce myself.
Everyone knows who you are!
Oh, I'm...
I'm very rude.
I should introduce myself.
Ummm, aneth ara once again.
I don't think there's anything I can tell you.
My clan-mates in the camp would be better at that.
Honestly, I am not.
I told you to leave me alone.
Look-- Please, just go away.
I'm not worth your trouble...
Oh, what do you want now?
I told you everything already!
You did?
What did she tell you?
Maybe it's best you don't.
I really don't see what this proves.
You're lying!
Gheyna would never say such a thing!
Take your hateful ways and begone!
N-never?
Why... why would she say such a thing?
Then why did you speak to her at all?
Now I'm a joke to her!
Please, just leave us be.
Do whatever you came here to do and begone.
She... said that?
Why that-- She won't get away with this!
How dare she play me for a bare-skinned fool!
Didn't go well?
What do you mean?
I see.
Well, I suppose that cannot be helped.
Until I am true hunter, there is nothing I can do.
Nor would I have expected differently.
But thank you for trying.
Until I complete my hunt and become a true hunter, it shall never be.
You think I haven't thought about this?
There's nothing I can do.
Wooing?
I... don't understand.
Yes, that's probably for the best.
No!
We've never done anything like that!
Never!
Of course not!
I'm not even bonded yet.
I've never kissed anyone, not like that.
It is?
Nobody tells me anything about that sort of thing.
Ir abelas--I am sorry.
You're right; I'm really not very good at this.
I don't think that would help.
Not really.
Oh, I don't think so.
Not until I'm bonded.
B-but... thank you for the thought...
Showed me?
You mean... with you?
Oh, that's a relief!
I thought-- never mind.
Let's just drop this.
Yes, of course...
Yes, of course.
But... you're not alone...
I... uhhh... well, I...
I suppose there's no harm in that...
Of course I am!
Why would you think otherwise?
I've serenaded her, and we've talked many times under the moon.
But that doesn't matter if I am still an apprentice.
Not to her.
Because I love her.
I really do.
I wouldn't expect you to understand.
Such as?
All right.
I'm not going anywhere, anyhow.
A gift?
No, that wouldn't be appropriate.
Not before we're married.
No, I couldn't do that.
I must kill the beast myself; it is my rite of passage to become a full hunter!
But...
I also want to become a hunter the right way.
I don't want to lie.
You... are right.
I <emp>do</emp> want to marry Gheyna, before she marries someone else.
So you would get a pelt for me?
Why would you do that?
You just wanted... why would you do such a thing!
Go!
Leave me alone!
I could reward you.
I have a tome on our history, written in the common tongue by the keeper.
He gave it to my father before he died.
All right, then.
I guess there's nothing I can do about it.
Then...
I am very grateful.
I will pray to Andruil, the Goddess of the Hunt, for your success.
If nothing, you could sell it!
It must be worth something in the human lands!
What... what about the book I mentioned?
Isn't it worth anything to you at all?
The book on elven history.
I thought I mentioned this to you.
But the keeper said... no, I just can't.
What if I encountered a werewolf?
I couldn't defeat one of those on my own.
The keeper would know right away if I left camp.
Ma serannas for the offer, however.
That's very kind of you.
I suppose you could.
But what good would that do?
The situation hasn't changed.
Really?
I...
I'm willing to try anything.
Then why even mention it?
You're very cruel to taunt me!
Leave me alone!
I... could reward you.
I have a book of our history, written in the common tongue.
The keeper wrote it and gave it to my father before he died.
If nothing else, you could sell it?
It must be worth something in the human lands!
What... what about the book I mentioned?
It's all I have.
Isn't it worth anything to you at all?
Then there's nothing I can do.
Please, just leave me be.
It's a book the keeper gave my father.
It's about our history.
Serannas!
Oh, ma serannas!
I will pray to the goddess of love that you are successful!
What?
But... she was to be my wife!
You... you don't even care for her!
You've ruined my life!
So... have you found a pelt?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Then just forget about it.
It was a bad idea to begin with.
It's fresh?
It is!
Thank you!
This is marvelous!
Finally, I am a hunter!
I have to go and see Gheyna now!
Come on!
So... have you spoken to Gheyna?
Ah.
Then I shall be content to wait.
I'm the one who said that originally.
Perhaps it... it's just best if you forget it all and leave me alone.
Gheyna!
How dare you!
How dare I what?
But I didn't--
Enough!
If only you had been honest with me!
We are through!
Cammen!
Leave me alone!
We will never be husband and wife!
Never!
Don't play the innocent with me!
I know what you told the Grey Warden!
Gheyna!
I have wonderful news!
I finally have my pelt!
Really?
It is marvelous, but...
I thought you could not enter the forest.
I, uhhh...
I didn't!
A wolf came out and attacked me!
And I killed it!
So you're a true hunter now!
What wonderful news!
Now we can be together!
There is nothing more for us to speak of.
Go away!
No.
Leave me be.
She... she's gone, now.
Lost to me forever...
Here.
Take this.
I was going to give it to her for our bonding.
But now...
I don't even want to see it.
Please, just... leave me be.
I, uhhh... never thought that was possible...
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
I...
I need to be away from you.
Perhaps it's best if we did not... speak more.
Ir abelas.
We are both very grateful for the part you've played in bringing us together.
How marvelous you are!
I am so happy!
Here... take this.
It's been in my family for a very long time, but...
I hope it plays some part in your battle against the darkspawn.
It's the very least we could do.
Here... take the book.
I hope it plays some part in your battle against the darkspawn.
It's the very least I can do.
Hello, yourself.
Who are you?
There's no need to be afraid of me.
Your people are very insular.
You've never seen a human before?
You've never seen a dwarf before?
Of my kind?
Why are you cringing?
Speak up!
Calm down.
I won't hurt you.
Is everything all right?
Are you daft?
What's the matter?!
You have a name, I assume?
You're about to if you keep this up.
You haven't offended me.
Please calm down.
The honor is mine, young ser.
That's true.
But it's not wise to say that, is it?
You've met many humans, have you?
You've met many dwarves, have you?
I certainly hope you don't mean because I'm a woman.
"My kind"?
Good luck with that.
I should go.
So be one and stop wishing for it.
Why can't you?
You're probably right.
I should go.
Tell me before I kick your head in.
Try me.
I might surprise you.
Who's Gheyna?
Likewise.
Who might you be?
Thank you.
Who might you be?
Can I ask you some questions?
You don't seem very happy out here, Cammen.
All right, that's it.
Spill it.
Right now.
Care to tell me why?
Tell me what your problem is.
I don't really care for your attitude.
I spoke to Gheyna for you.
Nothing yet.
I'll have to keep trying.
Not much.
After I bedded her, anyway.
She laughed in my face.
She said that she'd never marry you.
How should I know?
Because you're not a hunter.
As you said.
Because you were ugly and she was through playing with you.
She sure did.
Things didn't go so well.
She may or may not be angry with me.
She said that she couldn't marry you.
There must be some way to solve your problem.
Have you tried wooing Gheyna?
Let's forget I mentioned anything.
Not to be too blunt, but have you bedded her?
You've never even kissed?
That happens to be very important, Cammen.
This is hopeless.
Would you like me to explain it to you?
Maybe it's time someone showed you what you're missing.
With me?
Don't be ridiculous.
You want to be able to please Gheyna, don't you?
Then let's go somewhere private.
You mean you're still a virgin?
Romance her!
Show her you love her!
Then why do you bother?
Let me think of something else, then.
I'll have to get back to you.
Have you tried giving her a gift?
I suppose it would be too much to ask if you've bedded her.
How about really showing your love?
What if I got a pelt for you?
Do you want to marry Gheyna or not?
Make a decision.
I wouldn't.
I just wanted to see if you would agree.
For the right reward, of course.
Forget it.
I've changed my mind.
Keep your book.
I'll get the pelt.
I'll do it then.
No, it isn't.
To see you two get together, of course.
Because it suits me.
Do I need another reason?
Why not go into the forest anyway?
Why not come with me, then?
Perhaps I could talk to Gheyna for you.
I can be pretty persuasive.
It can't hurt.
Not a chance.
I'm not involving myself in this.
That depends.
What's in it for me?
Forget it.
Not interested.
Keep your book.
I'll talk to her.
Fine, I'll do it.
What book is this?
I'll go talk to her now.
And let me tell you something: I bedded Gheyna.
That seems a bit unlikely now, doesn't it?
And she still can be.
Now she's just more experienced.
I was just sampling the goods.
No harm done.
No, nor do I think I can.
Yes, I have one here.
Bedded her, more like.
No.
Nor do I think it's a good idea.
I've done better than that.
I found you a wolf pelt.
Look, if you'll just listen--
I just wanted to let you know I bedded Gheyna.
Hello.
I'm not afraid of you; I'm a great Dalish warrior!
When I grow up, I wanna be just like you!
It's too bad you had to leave your clan.
You must miss them.
It must be very exciting being a Grey Warden!
You aren't gonna hurt us, are you?
We wouldn't let you do that.
Your face is really round and your ears are so tiny.
I thought a shem would be uglier.
You're not so ugly.
Are you very sad?
Elves shouldn't have to live with humans if they don't want to.
It's too bad you don't have a clan of your own.
How come you aren't a Dalish like us?
I thought a dwarf would be shorter.
You're not so short.
I wish I could see Orzammar some day.
Does it really have a great lake of lava?
You're a dwarf, aren't you?
If you get no sun, shouldn't you be all white?
We are pleased you are here.
Perhaps the Creators have sent you to us in our time of need.
How strange that a Dalish should join the Grey Wardens.
But how thrilling that a Dalish would also do so much and be so important.
Elora says you lied to her about the halla.
Why would you do that?
I don't understand you.
The halla are our guides.
If they accept you, perhaps that is a sign that we should as well.
Elora says you have a way with the halla that she has not seen before.
That is a remarkable gift, don't you think?
It's wonderful to see Cammen and Gheyna so happy.
A little joy in such a sad time is not misplaced.
It is too bad what happened to Cammen and Gheyna.
You should have let nature take its course.
Poor Zathrian, to have died after all his long centuries of life.
He will be missed.
Our hunters have been cured.
We shall be forever grateful to you, Grey Warden.
Who comes--?!
Oh, I beg your pardon, stranger.
I was so busy attending to the halla I did not hear your approach. 
Aneth ara!
I was so busy attending the halla, I did not hear you coming.
Creators watch over you, friend.
I fear she may have been bitten during the werewolf attack.
I have tried speaking with her, but she is too agitated for me to understand.
The curse would not affect her as it would us, but it would still be lethal.
And it may prove contagious to the other halla, as well.
I can find no wound on her, but if she's truly ill, then... <desc>sigh</desc> then I will have to put her out of her misery.
For her sake as well as that of the others.
You speak so callously of my friend, remember?
Go, outsider, if my anguish means so little to you.
How can you say such a thing?
You are a Dalish, you should know of our bond with the halla.
Go, if my anguish means so little to you.
I don't know.
Do you have any skills that might help her?
If you do, I would be grateful.
Then I appreciate your concern, but it is time for me to be alone with her.
You are very kind.
No... that would not be right.
When the time comes then...
I will do it myself.
It is my duty.
As both master herder and as... as her friend.
She shall take her last breath knowing she was always safest in my care.
Your techniques are strange to me.
Can you tell anything?
I... see.
And you think this performance of yours is very convincing, do you?
No, don't answer.
I don't even want to know why you would lie to me so.
Perhaps you think to spare the halla further pain? 
Get out of my sight.
I shall watch my friend myself.
Ah.
It is as I thought, then.
Then there is no point in delaying the inevitable.
Let us make an end to it.
Lonely halla, lost in the rain, see the lights how they shine in the sky, let them guide your way home.
Dareth shiral, my dearest friend, farewell.
It is... customary for the herder to take the antlers of a fallen halla.
I give them to you, friend.
Bring them to Master Varathorn and he will make you a gift from them.
I insist.
You showed great kindness today.
As were you.
A keepsake, to remember our fallen by.
Ma serannas for the kindness you have shown today.
And?
What do you think?
I am glad you attempted it, regardless.
No... no, I'm sorry.
She isn't calming any more around you than she is for me.
I know.
It was kind of you to try.
I will watch her for a while longer and see if her condition changes.
I am grateful for your assistance, friend.
Yes... that's it.
She's calming down!
That's it, love.
Be calm.
Tell me what troubles you...
Ah, I see.
It is her life-mate who is sick, not her.
He was bitten on the leg during the attack and she fears greatly for him.
I did not realize another halla was injured.
This will allow me to prevent the sickness from spreading to the entire herd.
Ma serannas--thank you.
You have done my clan a great boon this day.
I will always be grateful for your help.
I wish I could calm her enough to speak with her.
We have lost so many of our hunters; I would hate to lose one of our halla as well.
I am, indeed.
I am Elora, and it is my place to speak to the halla and care for their needs.
In return, the halla guide us where we need to go.
They are the noble beasts that pull our aravel--what humans call "landships." They are our companions and our guides.
That is exactly what they are, in fact.
We ride the halla, but never with reins or a saddle.
It is the halla who decide where to lead us, and our privilege that they take our aravel with them.
In return, it's the herder's job to speak to the halla and care for their needs.
It is a bond of friendship and not servitude.
I have heard of the bronto.
They are beasts of burden, yes?
The halla are not like that.
I have seen your horses.
The relationship is different, as is the purpose.
My name is Elora.
I am the master herder, in charge of caring for the halla.
Not as exciting as being a Grey Warden, but the halla are vital to us.
Not as much as I assumed you thought my task boring in comparison.
Am I wrong?
In normal times, perhaps.
But in normal times, there would be no Blight and being a Grey Warden would not be such a dangerous occupation, either.
In truth, my place as the master herder is a small one, but one I am quite satisfied with.
Would that we could all find such peace with our lot in life.
You are kind to say so, but it is not quite on the same level as saving the lands from the spread of shadow, I am sure.
I am more than a simple shepherd.
True animal husbandry requires many long years of training, especially with our halla.
But I take no offense.
Oh, it... it is you, stranger.
You... startled me.
I was not frightened, though from all I have heard of you from my clan-mates, perhaps I should be.
Should I be?
I would rather you did what you came here to do and moved on.
I was simply preoccupied with the halla and did not hear your approach.
For a moment, I thought you a wolf.
I made no accusation.
I have no fear of you, despite your reputation.
Come to check on my halla and I again, have you?
I told you to get out of my sight.
There is nothing you can do, here.
Ma serannas for your help with my poor halla--thank you.
It was sad to see her go.
I hope she is the last, for now.
Allow me to say ma serannas once again for your assistance.
You were marvelous how you handled her; I would never have expected it.
I notice you've separated this halla from the herd.
That doesn't seem like much of a problem.
I wish I did; I'm sorry.
I could kill her quickly, if you wish.
<act>Pretend to examine the halla.</act>
<act>Lie</act> You are right.
This animal is suffering.
No, I don't need these.
Thank you, that is most kind.
What kind of gift?
<act>Examine the halla.</act>
I truly cannot tell.
I cannot find an injury.
I'm not sure what's wrong.
<act>Try to calm the halla.</act>
Then there is nothing more I can do.
I'm sorry, I tried my best.
I'm very sorry.
That must be a hard decision.
I take it you are the clan's master herder?
What is a halla?
You make them sound like friends.
They are not your mounts?
The humans keep similar herds, but of horses.
So why have you separated this one from the others?
We have nothing similar in Orzammar.
Except the bronto.
My own people keep similar herds, but of horses.
You think being a Grey Warden is exciting?
Less dangerous, certainly.
Working with animals would be quite rewarding.
If that makes you a shepherd, then no.
You're not.
There's no need to be frightened.
You don't seem very happy to see me.
I wasn't trying to sneak up on you.
Andaran atish'an, outsider.
Then may the Creators bring you fortune.
I am not sure what I can tell you, but I shall try.
Zathrian?
He has been our keeper since long before my parent's parents were born.
What could you wish to know about him?
What is that?
The keeper is not a fortune-teller.
He could not have known any more than the rest of us.
I don't know.
Very old.
It is said that Zathrian may be one of the first to become as our ancestors were long ago: immortal.
We... we all live longer than the flat-ears, the elves who live with humans.
The keepers even more so because of their knowledge of the old ways.
Why Zathrian differs from others, I do not know.
Perhaps he has been blessed by the Creators.
Your people do not have gods?
I don't think I could live without the hope that when I die, I will be greeted by the Creators.
The shemlen would have us believe otherwise, but their "Maker" is no more present.
At least the Creators are our own and they care for us as no other.
Of course.
Does your Maker need to come down from the heavens and speak out loud for you to believe in Him?
There is little harm in my belief that our own gods watch over us from the heavens, full of hope for our future.
All of us live longer than flat-ears; you know that.
Is your keeper not also very old?
He... keeps us safe.
And he keeps the knowledge of our people safe, so we may bring it to all of our people one day.
To the flat-ears, those who live with the humans.
When we have a new homeland to settle in, we shall teach all elves the ways they have forgotten.
To your people.
When there is a new homeland for us all to settle in, the Dalish shall teach your people what they have forgotten.
From the other clans.
And from the artifacts we uncover in our travels.
Everywhere the old empire was, so went their slaves... pieces of our past lie everywhere.
The ways of our ancestors, of course.
From the time of Arlathan, before the human empire enslaved our people.
You would be best to speak to Sarel.
He is our storyteller and knows far more of such tales.
You should speak to Lanaya.
She is the keeper's first and knows much of such questions.
Master Varathorn should have what you need.
Seek him out at the forge.
I am Gheyna.
Is... there something you need from me?
I am Gheyna.
Might I say you are very noble, Grey Warden.
None of us could have expected an outsider to act as graciously as you have.
So I am told.
It's sad that our peoples cannot simply exist in peace, is it not?
Perhaps we should.
From what I am told, however, you are an exception to most.
If we are to blame outsiders for their wrongs, we should also commend them when they do right.
You... spoke to him?
What did he say?
He didn't!
Cammen would never say such a thing!
How dare you speak such lies!
Leave me alone!
You are a cruel and ignorant person to sow such pain here!
That he would speak of such things to an outsider!
That--that bare-skinned calf!
I'll tell him exactly what he'll get!
He-- why, that bare skinned fool!
I'll show him exactly what he'll get!
He... hates me?
Are you certain?
Not... worth his time?!
Why, that--that bare-skinned calf!
I'll give him a reason to hate me!
I, uh, you... you are too kind...
You... you are a cruel man to say such things.
Leave me alone.
What do you mean?
I don't understand.
I hope one day Cammen will complete the hunt.
Just tell him...
I am sorry.
You mean... oh!
That's... quite flattering, but--
No, I...
I don't think that is a good idea.
Please, leave me alone.
Well...
I suppose there's no harm in it.
We could... talk... in one of the aravels...
Just the two of us, you mean?
You are not alone...
Oh.
I don't expect an outsider to understand our ways, but...
I just can't bond with Cammen.
He's been a hunter apprentice for over two years now and he's yet to slay a proper beast.
Each time he's tried, something has gone wrong.
Perhaps the Creators do not wish us to bond.
I cannot bond with an apprentice hunter, can I?
Cammen doesn't hate me!
Why would he say such a thing?!
He will get over it in time.
It hurts me to see him like this, but... just tell Cammen I am sorry.
I <emp>do</emp> care for him, but...
I cannot bond with him until he succeeds in his hunt.
Tell him I am sorry.
It <emp>does</emp> matter.
I am sorry, but I will not rest my future on the advice of an outsider, no matter how kind.
Please, tell Cammen I am sorry.
Yes, it does matter.
He is an apprentice, a <emp>child</emp>.
I cannot bond with him yet.
Please, tell him I am sorry.
But... what if he never becomes a proper hunter?
What will become of our family?
Why must you be so cruel?
And why am I discussing this with a stranger?
Please, leave me alone.
You're the one who brought him up.
Oh, there is no point in discussing this with an outsider.
Please... let us speak of it no more.
You are right.
As a woman, I must ensure that he believes in himself.
All I've done is make him miserable!
I know I cannot be like you, both woman and Grey Warden.
But I can be formidable in my own small way, can't I?
Ma serannas--thank you.
You have helped me put this into perspective.
I will go and speak to Cammen.
Oh, you are right... what is the point of worrying and making us both so miserable!
No wonder he cannot complete his hunt!
I know you mean well, but...
I cannot.
That is not our way.
Tell Cammen I am sorry, but... it just will not work.
I know you mean well, but... until he completes his hunt, he is still a child.
Tell him I am sorry.
Oh, you are right.
I have made poor Cammen miserable...
No wonder he cannot complete his hunt!
I... oh, I am embarrassed to talk about this to you, but I simply cannot accept his proposal.
I am Gheyna.
It is a grand thing that you have chosen to become a Grey Warden.
I wish I were as brave as you are.
I am sorry to hear that.
It always seems in the legends that the ones chosen for a great destiny never want it.
I am but a humble daughter with no more ambition than to be a humble wife.
I am Gheyna.
Please... do not hurt me.
I am nothing to you.
I am but a simple girl, no Dalish warrior and of no interest to you or anyone.
I... as it... pleases you, of course.
I... beg your pardon.
It's just that... you frighten me.
D-do you need something from me?
Welcome to our clan.
It is good to see more of my own people from elsewhere.
At the last gathering of the clans, I was too young to be permitted to mingle.
I look forward to the next.
Greetings once again.
This isn't about Cammen again, is it?
No, I am not interested.
Ma serannas, but no.
Cammen, I have been a fool.
Gheyna?
What do you mean?
H-have you changed your mind?
I have.
The outsider has helped me to see that I was wrong.
I have made you miserable and I should not have.
But what about my hunt?
<desc>Sigh</desc> I don't care about that.
I know you will pass your hunt in time and we will be happy, us and our children.
Thank you, Gheyna.
You've made me a happy man.
I feel blessed by the gods today.
Leave me alone.
I am sure you have more important matters to consume your attention.
You... you're telling the truth... he actually...
Cammen!
How dare you!
What?
But--but Gheyna--
No!
You will never have me, Cammen.
Never!
Don't you ever talk to me again!
Don't even start with your excuses!
I already know what you've been saying!
Did you really think I was so simple?
Please, let me explain, Gheyna!
You know exactly what I mean!
You... you-- With <emp>her</emp>!
But...
I did it for you...
Do you take me for some kind of fool?!
How dare you do this to me!
But I love you, Gheyna!
I just meant to--
Just... leave me be.
Have you not done enough already?
I can't believe I just did that!
How can I live with myself?
Can you answer some questions?
What can you tell me about Zathrian?
I want to know something else.
Why didn't he know the werewolves would attack?
Just how old is Zathrian, exactly?
But how could that be?
Why him and not others?
You don't actually believe in those gods, do you?
What is a keeper, exactly?
I have another question about Zathrian.
Bring it to all of your people?
Where does he get this knowledge?
What knowledge is that, exactly?
Tell me about the forest.
I want to know more about your people.
You are Gheyna, correct?
Cammen mentioned you.
You have every right to expect that.
Perhaps you should meet more outsiders.
Cammen mentioned you, actually.
He shouted your name while we made love, that's all.
He said that if he was lucky, he would bed you soon.
Well, he meant after you were married.
But you refused him.
He did say that you were heartless and that he hates you.
I assure you he did.
Before the season's end, apparently.
And I can see why.
You are very beautiful, indeed.
He said that you were cruel and that he hates you.
Why not?
You deserve it, after all, don't you?
I don't think he means it.
He feels spurned, that's all.
<act>Lie</act> He said you weren't worth his time anyway.
Yes, and it's a shame, for you are very beautiful.
True.
You're actually rather hideous.
Perhaps.
But we were talking about Cammen...
Kind?
Not at all.
Cammen is not good enough for you.
I mean maybe Cammen will prove himself in time.
I mean the right man will come along someday.
I mean you deserve a more worldly man.
Someone like myself.
That's all right.
The right man will come along someday.
Come.
Let's discuss this in private.
Just the two of us.
I really think we should talk.
He said that you refuse to give him your hand.
No, I don't suppose you could.
You <emp>are</emp> cruel.
No wonder Cammen hates you.
He told me that while we were making love.
Because you hurt him by rejecting him, that's why.
Because he thinks you don't care for him.
You do, don't you?
Why not?
He's good enough in bed, as I can attest to.
If you love him, it doesn't matter what he is, does it?
Then you're out of luck, aren't you?
I don't know.
Why are you asking me?
Why does everything depend on him?
What does it matter if you are both happy?
If you love him, then believe in him and help him succeed.
Of course not.
He's not good enough for you.
It wasn't by choice, I assure you.
You don't think you are?
That's pretty cowardly for a Dalish.
Why would you think I'd hurt you?
You've never met another Dalish?
No, I should go.
If you would just listen to me--
Forget Cammen.
He is not man enough for you.
Cammen is a remarkable man.
I bedded him, in fact.
It was fun.
Sorry about your engagement and all.
He'll be a better lover for you now once you're married.
Don't worry.
It was nothing, really.
Almost nothing.
Andaran atish'an, Grey Warden.
My name is Lanaya, and I am Zathrian's first... what you might call an apprentice, perhaps.
I have been studying under the keeper all my life.
I am... a bit curious of the outside world.
Do you mind if I ask you a question or two?
No, I... thought you might indulge my curiosity for a moment.
I apologize; I did not mean to offend.
Is there something that I can help with?
Many of my clan might not welcome an outsider's questions, but I have no trouble with it.
As you wish.
Dareth shiral.
He did?
Why would he send you to tell me such a thing?
I think that's likely.
How... odd.
I will not disturb him, however.
I am sure you must have misunderstood his intent.
Thank you, anyway.
How very odd.
I shall go speak with him at once, then.
Excuse me.
I just brought him the unguent an hour ago.
You must have misunderstood him.
Thank you, anyway.
Is he out of unguent already?
I just brought him some an hour ago.
Excuse me.
Nothing that you could not ask Zathrian himself.
He is the keeper of this clan and has been for a very long time.
He is also a very good man who has lost much.
The Dalish are everything to him, and he would do anything to protect them.
I... really shouldn't talk about that.
That's something you should ask him about yourself.
He... lost his family.
A very long time ago.
I don't know the story, but I understand the circumstances were horrific.
A keeper is, first and foremost, the leader of the clan.
He decides where we go and when we shall move.
He is also responsible for knowing the clan's ancient lore, and passing it on to the others in the clan.
Without a keeper, the clan's knowledge is lost forever.
So the clan protects him like no other.
They have reason.
Since the days of Arlathan, my people have been either subjugated or homeless.
It requires an individual to prove he is not the outsider we have come to expect.
Your own task to help our clan is certainly a step in the right direction.
That was our second homeland.
Our first was the great city of Arlathan.
The Dales came when we were freed from enslavement.
Elves everywhere journeyed hundreds and thousands of miles to the Dales, eager to start their lives anew.
They called it the Long Walk.
They reached the Dales and made it their own and one day it was taken from us, too.
And you wonder why we are hostile.
It was our ancestral home, long ago when the humans first came to these lands.
We were free then, and immortal.
We did not know how to deal with the humans and in the end, they turned their power against us and destroyed Arlathan.
Our ancestors were enslaved and our culture lost forever.
One wonders why we weren't more prepared when the humans conquered our second homeland.
We will be more cautious if we ever have a third.
They died, but not of an aged body as other races do.
Not until the humans came.
According to the legends, association with the humans caused us to quicken... our blood sped and we began to age.
So we avoided them, naturally.
And then we were enslaved by them for a thousand years, and in so doing we all were quickened permanently and our immortality destroyed.
Or so the old tales say.
In time, and with seclusion.
We Dalish have lengthy life spans, and they will get longer.
Zathrian himself has lived many centuries, though that is unusual even for us.
The Tevinter Imperium was a force to be reckoned with; it was ruled by mages with powerful blood magic.
Though Arlathan fought, they lost.
Yes.
After a millennium of slavery, our people were freed by Andraste, the human's prophet who spawned the Chantry.
Yes.
After a millennium of slavery, Andraste herself freed our people, she who was your Maker's chosen.
We worship the Creators, as we always have.
We give thanks to Andraste for her part in our freedom, but we do not worship her or her god.
Not to my knowledge.
According to the old tales, the human mages sank Arlathan into the ground, crushing it beneath the rock.
That's true, and you're not even a human so it is doubly unfair.
But fairness does not play into such feelings.
No outsider has ever been good for us.
Aren't you?
You're human, and to many of them, you represent the humiliations our people have suffered for generations.
You may not have been personally responsible, but such feelings are not easily overruled by logic or fairness.
Oh?
That is easy to say when you are not a homeless wanderer of a broken people.
It is all we can do to cling onto our past, now.
Perhaps this may change one day, but I believe the humans would have to take the first steps... if they are capable.
I was not born here, so I see things differently from the others.
Still, I do not blame them for what they feel.
True, but I come from  your world.
The clan is all many Dalish have ever known.
They fear outsiders.
I am not a keeper.
I am Zathrian's first.
Though because I was not born into the clan, becoming his first was very difficult.
We Dalish have old traditions.
The clans come from the ranks of the nobility that once ruled the Dales, you see.
The keepers of those clans have the strongest and purest blood that reaches back to the days of Arlathan.
I had to compete against the other candidates for first, to be better than them in everything simply because I was not of the old blood.
He was proud of me.
I've always thought of him as a father, in a way, and he could not hide his pleasure when I became his first.
The clan has placed great trust in me.
One day, I will lead them and be the one who secures our future.
I am.
The ceremony where Zathrian anointed me as his first was the proudest day of my life.
No.
Zathrian told me that time would take away their prejudices, and it did.
They became used to me.
It's possible I might have had some.
Maybe many.
Zathrian offered to take me back, but I had no idea where I was from, and I wanted to stay with the man who rescued me.
The clan is my family.
Any others out there... it's best they believe that little girl died with her parents.
Perhaps... one day, when I am keeper, I might inquire out of curiosity.
I am not sure what lies down that road except pain, however.
For now, the clan is all I need.
My old world could not have offered me all this and the knowledge of a keeper, as well.
The bandits killed a scout when the clan passed near their camp.
When the clan discovered him, Zathrian came looking for his killers.
He followed their tracks for almost a month.
And when he finally caught up to us, he fell on the bandits like a terror.
No one could stop him.
I sat there and watched him attack them in a blur, and I reveled in every blow.
When he saw me, the fury in his eyes turned to pity.
He took me back to the clan and I have been here ever since.
My parents were servants to a human merchant whose caravans plied the southern routes.
One day, bandits killed him and my parents both.
I was the only survivor, just a young girl, and the bandits took me.
I was their... servant... for several years.
Do I?
It's taken many years of reflection to come to terms with it, to... forgive what those men did to me.
I can only imagine what would have happened had the clan not saved me from them.
I owe them my life for that.
And more.
Oh, there were many times I wished I were dead.
I would cry myself to sleep wishing these men would let me die and join my parents at last.
It was, though long years of reflection have allowed me to come to terms with it, to put them in perspective.
I am hardly anyone special, I assure you.
If I seem different from the rest of my clan, it's only because I was born amongst humans.
I came to the Dalish at a very young age, but I've always retained my curiosity about the world I came from.
Perhaps there is something I can offer you, instead?
I can answer any questions you might have.
Of course.
You are carrying out an important task for my people; it was selfish of me to impose on you.
I hear the human cities are very large: thousands upon thousands of souls all packed together in their houses.
Is that true?
The few towns we have visited in my time have been small.
I find it hard to visualize something so large and... permanent.
How very loud that must be with everyone talking all at once.
I try to imagine those of our people living in such a place, surrounded by walls of stone and indifference.
It... is a difficult thought.
I suppose you haven't lived amongst the humans, then?
It was worth asking anyway.
It is said that one day, we will have a land of our own.
We Dalish gather the ancient wisdom in preparation for this.
I... have a question, if it is not too impolite to ask.
Do your people... regret what they did to ours? 
Ah.
How quickly your people seem to forget.
If it has not happened in their lifetime, it is a nebulous concept assigned to the past.
I don't know.
I cannot deny, however, that we have been dealt an unjust blow... what could we have done to deserve such a fate?
I see.
That is difficult for our people to accept.
Even if only some were in favor of what was done to us, the rest did nothing to stop it.
When that day comes, all elves--even those who have forgotten--will reclaim their former glory.
No?
Have you not seen how the elves live amongst your kind?
I thought, you being elven, that you might... have personal knowledge of such things.
I should not assume.
No, I suppose you haven't been traveling amongst them long enough to form such an opinion.
I have one more question, though I'm not sure you can answer it.
Do the humans... ever regret... what they did to us?
I understand.
One cannot expect to see the questions of history answered on human faces.
A poet once wrote of them, before the fall of the Dales: "Like dragons they fly, glory upon wings.
Like dragons they savage, fearsome pretty things."
But you don't need me to quote poetry to you.
Forgive me.
Perhaps you have some questions of your own.
Ah.
How quickly they forget.
And yet even if some regret, they do nothing.
Better for our people, yes.
Elves are not the same as your kind, our souls are more... fragile.
Is that the right word?
I suppose you must have met many of my kind in your travels.
My heart goes out to them.
What about you?
What was life like amongst the humans?
Ah.
Ir abelas--I apologize.
Curiosity simply got the best of me.
How surprising.
You are more fortunate than most, then.
I am not surprised.
The keeper teaches us that humans have little regard for history and less for the consequences of their actions.
Ah.
I am saddened to hear that.
You have my sympathies.
Yes, I suppose that would be a better life than many elves have.
You are fortunate.
Why do they stay, do you think?
These elves who live with the humans?
I would not be so harsh as that, but you know them better than I do.
I had not thought of that.
They must take joy in the home they have now, though they may not remember the homeland we once had.
That is sad indeed.
It would be worthwhile to see them with my own eyes, but...
I do not think I can leave the clan.
Perhaps I am too much of a coward.
That is a kind offer, but my work is here.
One day, the keeper will be no more and I must be ready to lead our clan forward.
I do.
We have a noble goal.
We keepers strive to recover what our people lost in the past... that is our task.
My duties as future keeper are crucial to the clan.
I have little say in my future.
Being accustomed to pain and suffering does not make it any less tragic.
No, I could never leave the clan.
My duties here are important to my people, and to me.
No doubt I would not even find my way.
I never thought of it like that.
They truly couldn't imagine this kind of freedom?
How... odd.
<desc>Laughs</desc> What an odd thing to say!
I mean about the outside world, of course.
Andaran atish'an, lethallin.
Andaran atish'an, lethallan.
My name is Lanaya, Zathrian's first.
I hear your clan has moved on to the north, and that you are now one of the Grey Wardens.
Allow me to congratulate you for stepping into a world that few of our people even dream of.
I wish I could do the same.
I have many duties here, my friend.
I love my clan and cannot part with them for my own selfish curiosity.
Perhaps... since you have traveled in the outside world yourself, might I ask you a question or two?
I must admit I am a bit jealous.
I have too many duties to my clan to do more than dream of such travels.
I would never leave my clan if I had the slightest choice, but the thought of adventuring in the wider world does have its appeal.
If you could have stayed with your clan and done none of it at all, would you have?
If having freedom to choose also meant abandoning your destiny--would you have?
Ir abelas.
I have so many things running around in my head sometimes that it seems I can think of little else.
As I suspected.
Neither would I.
That's not the answer I would have expected.
You really are swept up in circumstances beyond your control, then.
Yes?
Have you another question?
I am always glad to see you, my friend.
Is there something else you needed?
It distresses me to see them in such pain.
If the cure can be found, I hope it is found quickly.
Elora spoke of your facility at calming the halla.
We are grateful.
Without your aid, our friends would all have become sick.
Elora mentioned how you helped with her halla.
Sad that it was necessary, but I am glad you were there to help.
At least you brought Deygan's body back.
It pains me to think of all the other elves out there whom we will not get to bury.
I hear Deygan is alive thanks to you.
We are most grateful.
I have a question.
About what you did to Cammen and Gheyna...
But I am?
I think it's time you answered one for a change.
I can tell from your tone that a lecture would be wasted effort.
Regardless, my question is the same:
Why was it so important that you hurt them?
They're children and nothing to you.
No?
I would think that what happens to the people of my clan is very much my business.
Perhaps it's best they learn this lesson of trust now.
Congratulations on being an excellent teacher.
Excuse me.
You expect me to believe that?
You profit from the miseries of others?
I see.
Because you...?
I see.
I am told you were instrumental in bringing our Cammen and Gheyna together.
There's no need to deny it, though according to our traditions, Cammen is still da'len: a child.
At this time, it is an inappropriate match.
You needn't deny it.
Although it would have been better had Cammen got the pelt himself.
We try to teach our young to wean themselves off the impatience that humans suffer from.
Their belief that everything must happen now is what destroyed us long ago.
But there is no real harm in what you did.
I do not doubt your intentions were good.
By our traditions, Cammen is still da'len--a child.
Their match is hardly appropriate.
I see.
It would have been better if Cammen got is own pelt, don't you agree?
Not strictly speaking, though by our traditions Cammen is still da'len: a child.
It is not an appropriate match at this time.
Not strictly speaking, though I'm certain it would have been better had Cammen got the pelt himself.
Please, leave that be.
If you have need of equipment, I am sure Master Varathorn can help you.
That apology would prove more effective had I not already warned you.
Now, leave it be.
Please do not lie to me; I find it most unbecoming.
What is the point?
It is none of your business.
So, please, leave it be.
Why?
Surely even in your clan, there were things the keeper kept private.
Please, do not ask again.
You have betrayed the trust of my clan and, no doubt, stolen from us.
Zathrian shall hear of this, I assure you.
I suppose I should not be surprised.
Zathrian was right: I am too trusting of outsiders.
Go, do what you said you would, and bother me no more.
That you are Dalish makes your actions all the more baffling.
I cannot believe you took the time to befriend me.
You were just lulling my suspicions, weren't you?
He said Master Varathorn would supply you with equipment, not that you could help yourself to our treasures.
I don't want them back.
If you need so much assistance with your mission in the forest, keep them.
Even if that's true, you should not have opened the chest.
I warned you, didn't I?
I have nothing to say to you.
If you are truly here to help my clan, then please do so.
It is done.
The essence of the wolf's heart appears to have banished all trace of the cursed blood from the hunters.
It is too bad that Zathrian had to die.
I...
I felt it, when he departed.
I think he was ready to go.
Good.
Whatever you did in the forest, it seems to have pushed back the werewolves.
I suspected, but...
Zathrian did not like to talk about that.
Nonetheless, the curse is over, and no one else will be subjected to it.
It will be difficult to fill Zathrian's shoes.
He was our keeper for many centuries and he will be sorely missed.
But I am keeper now.
Let me say it officially, then: I hereby swear to uphold the terms of the ancient contract our people formed with the Grey Wardens.
But I am keeper now.
As promised, allow me to swear by the name of Mythal, He Who Watches, that we are indebted to you.
Call and we shall come, with great speed and purpose, and we shall strike at your foes.
This I swear.
It will be some time.
The curse leaves the hunters slowly, and they must regain their strength before they are ready to fight.
It has been a long time since the Dalish marched to war... but I trust that, in the end, we shall make a difference for you.
It is done.
The essence of the wolf's heart has banished all traces of cursed blood from the hunters.
I wish you well in your campaign against the darkspawn.
With luck, we will soon be able to join you.
It is good to see you again, my friend, as always.
We are making arrangements to build equipment and gather as many of the Dalish together as we can.
Do I look like I'm here to entertain you?
Zathrian says he needs to see you right away.
Perhaps I misunderstood him.
I told him I was coming to see you anyway.
He said that he needed something for the sick.
Lost much?
What has he lost?
What does a keeper do, exactly?
Why are the Dalish so hostile?
I want to ask something else.
Is there no way to get on your clan's good side?
Your homeland was called the Dales, I thought.
What is this "Arlathan" you mention?
So you lost a war.
You wouldn't be the first.
Elves were immortal then?
But you could get your lifespan back, no?
Didn't Arlathan fight back?
But the elves were eventually freed, right?
But you don't worship the Maker?
Does Arlathan still exist?
But I'm not responsible for what's been done to the elves.
I wouldn't act like them.
I would change things.
Wasn't your homeland called the Dales?
You aren't hostile.
How did you become a keeper?
What did Zathrian think of that?
You must be proud of your accomplishments.
Do they resent your success?
Didn't you have family you could have returned to?
You said that the Dalish rescued you from bandits?
How did you come to the Dalish if you were so young?
You sound very matter-of-fact about it.
How bad could it be?
At least you weren't dead.
I'm sorry.
It must have been horrible.
I have no time for questions.
If you like, go ahead.
Are you saying you can't imagine such a thing?
Yes.
Some are larger than the eye can see.
I wouldn't know anything about that.
We don't pay much attention to it.
It's history.
You don't think your people were partly responsible?
Some of us do.
Not all humans are the same.
I really can't tell.
I haven't seen anything.
I doubt they pay attention to it.
It's just history to them.
I think some of them do.
Not all humans are the same.
And your way is better?
It isn't an easy life for them; that's true.
I would rather not speak of it.
It was not as terrible as you might think.
It was not easy.
Little has changed.
The life I had was ruined by a human nobleman.
Better than most, since I was accepted into the Circle.
Because they're fools, obviously.
It's their home.
Why wouldn't they stay where they live?
They don't know any better.
Difficult for you, perhaps.
Maybe you should try it.
You could come with me when I leave.
You love your clan a lot, I see.
That's most likely it.
They are used to it, just as the humans are.
Why don't you go and see a city for yourself?
In some places.
They can't imagine how we live, either.
You just asked me a question right there.
What's stopping you?
For a fellow Dalish, anything.
Thank you; it has been an interesting adventure.
If I could return to my clan now, I would.
I had little choice in the matter.
I hate hypothetical questions.
Yes, absolutely.
How are the hunters faring?
I'm not here to answer your questions.
Is this where I get a lecture?
Ask away.
My motivations are none of your business.
What happened to them wasn't my fault.
There was profit in it.
Because I enjoyed it.
No, I had nothing to do with that.
It will be soon enough, won't it?
Maybe.
It's not really my concern.
Who am I to stand in the way of love?
But he was not allowed to go into the forest.
Yes, that's correct.
That's not a bad thing, is it?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'll leave it alone.
Zathrian said that I could have what's inside here.
Can I ask what's inside?
Fine, I don't care.
Zathrian said the clan would provide me whatever I needed.
Here, I can give those things back to you.
But I didn't take anything!
I don't think there will be any more attacks.
Did you know about his connection to the curse?
He was a hero in the end, Lanaya.
I'm sure he was.
How long before your people are ready?
Stop right there, outsider.
The Dalish have camped in this spot.
I suggest you go elsewhere, and quickly.
And now you do.
It makes no difference, however, for you are unwelcome in our camp.
This is no stop on a traveler's journey.
We have neither an inn for you to rest in nor bread to share.
I suggest you move on.
Good.
I suggest you avoid this area in the future, at least until we leave.
Do you see a tavern about?
We are not in the business of bartering with outsiders, regardless of whatever wealth you claim to have.
So I will repeat myself one last time.
Go back the way you came, and do so quickly.
Is that so?
Yet trusting outsiders always ends up with our people being enslaved or driven from their homes.
So I trust you'll forgive our lack of hospitality.
I am not threatening you; I am warning you.
We have always defended ourselves, when necessary.
Sometimes harm comes to those with the best of intentions.
Outsiders are like that, it seems.
We Dalish are masterful archers.
Imagine how dangerous an arrow might be if it pierced your heart, or your eye.
But again, we feel no urge to harm you.
We merely protect our own from dangerous outsiders such as yourself.
Move on and there will be no need for either of us to fight.
I find that hard to believe.
What business could we Dalish possibly have with a shemlen?
Considering what our people have suffered at the hands of outsiders, your surprise is remarkable.
But our reputation is not the point.
The business you claim to have with us is.
Considering our homeland has been destroyed twice by your people, I find your surprise remarkable.
We occasionally sell our wares to the merchants in the local shemlen villages.
If it is those wares you wish, I suggest you look for them there.
Our camp is not a store for your perusal.
There is none to take advantage of.
Sleep in the forest, if you wish, but do so far away from here.
No, I think not.
Either inform me of your purpose or turn around.
I am the gatekeeper, here.
Seeing as you are obviously no simple trespasser, I will leave it to the keeper to decide the importance of your business.
A Grey Warden?
How do I know you're telling the truth?
I do not appreciate your tone.
I will, however, take you to the keeper and let him decide for himself.
In the camp, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself and remember that our arrows are still trained on you.
Follow me.
I do not trust your word, but I shall allow the keeper to decide for himself the truth of what you say.
I suppose that a lie wouldn't gain you much benefit.
I shall bring you to the keeper.
No, that's true.
Perhaps I shall let the keeper decide for himself.
I find that hard to believe.
What business could we Dalish possibly have with a durgen'len--a dwarf?
I find that hard to believe.
What business could we Dalish possibly have with a group like yours?
Andaran atish'an, my friend.
You have come a long way.
I give you the welcome of our clan.
Your clan is off to the north, the last I heard.
What brings you so far, friend?
As you wish.
I will take you to the keeper, then.
Ask your companions to remain close.
We are unused to outsiders.
As you wish.
I shall take you to the keeper, then.
We... cannot offer you the hospitality you deserve, I'm afraid.
It is not for me to say.
I will take you to our keeper...
He will explain.
The Grey Wardens?
You... have joined their ranks?
How unusual!
Excuse my surprise...
I will take you to the keeper right away.
These are curious companions you have.
Might I ask the purpose of your visit?
Hold, outsider.
You may be of my kind, but you are not Dalish.
Why are you here?
And now you do.
If you have no purpose here, then I suggest you turn around and return whence you came.
Then the arrows currently trained on you will fire and you will quickly be dead.
The Dalish are excellent archers; you might wish to reconsider.
And we don't react well to outsiders.
I would die to protect my clan... though it need not come to that, I hope.
Yes, you do.
Either explain your presence or go.
We are in no position to offer hospitality right now, even to a flat-ear.
Unless you've other business, I suggest you go.
It is not my place to explain such things.
The keeper?
Not unless I know you have good reason to do so.
I see.
Perhaps that is best.
I will take you to the keeper and he can decide if your business is sufficient to remain in the camp.
Come with me.
We occasionally sell our wares to the shemlen merchants in their towns.
If you want our goods, seek them out there.
Flat-ears like yourself act little different from your shemlen masters.
I ask again: why are you here?
And what business is that?
It is, actually.
I am the gatekeeper... if you wish to enter our camp and speak to the keeper, you will tell me why.
I think not.
You may be elven, but I do not know you.
Identify your purpose or go.
That is not a lie that many would attempt.
I will bring you to the keeper, then, and he can decide if your business is worthwhile.
You return?
Have you lost your way or have you new business with my clan, outsider?
See that you don't get lost again.
Have you lost your way?
I thought you had decided to return whence you came.
I trust there are no hard feelings about my questioning of you when you arrived.
We Dalish must protect ourselves from trouble at all times.
If you're suggesting we are to blame for our troubles, that view is... shortsighted.
Our history has been one of persecution, after all.
Not that I would expect an outsider to understand, but there you have it.
We do what we must.
You might have just told me you were a Grey Warden and saved me the grief, though I suppose I can hardly blame your caution.
But I wish you good fortune with your task.
Dareth shiral.
Had we known a Grey Warden was coming, we might have arranged a different reception.
These days?
Very little, to tell the truth, for we have established a fearsome reputation amongst the shemlen.
We must still be vigilant, however.
It seems the keeper has charged you with a difficult task.
Do you feel up to it?
Misgivings are only natural.
Several of our hunters have not returned from the Brecilian Forest.
It is a dangerous place.
That one of our own people comes to us in our hour of need gives us great comfort.
You will find yourself welcome here.
I am glad to hear that, lethallin.
Surely the Creators have sent you to us.
I am glad to hear that, lethallan.
Surely the Creators have directed you to us.
Be careful in the camp.
We are not used to outsiders walking amongst us, remember.
I hope all fares well with you.
Be on guard if you travel into the woods beyond this camp.
Creators watch over you, friend.
I hope your quest fares well.
Begone from my sight.
I have enough to worry about looking for enemies from without, never mind those from within.
You were behind Cammen and Gheyna's announcement, I hear.
How odd that you would choose to involve yourself.
At least we have something happy to celebrate.
I understand you are behind Cammen and Gheyna's misery.
Had I known you would meddle so, I never would have allowed you entry.
It is sad that Deygan had to die, but at least you brought him back to us.
Unlike the other hunters, he will receive a proper burial.
I am pleased that you brought Deygan back to us safe.
We need every hunter we can find, now.
So I'm told you saved Deygan out in the forest.
We need every hunter we have; your efforts are most appreciated.
I understand we will be joining you in battle as soon as the hunters have recovered.
I look forward to it.
I had no idea there were Dalish here.
This is how you greet travelers?
Very well.
I'll go back the way I came.
Are you sure?
I have good coin, and plenty of it.
That seems like a poor attitude.
I don't take kindly to threats.
But I've business with your people!
There is no need to defend yourself.
I mean you no harm.
I could kill you without thinking about it.
I have business with your people.
Actually, I've been looking for the Dalish.
No wonder the Dalish have such a poor reputation.
I am interested in buying fine Dalish wares.
I was hoping to take advantage of your hospitality.
I will talk to your leader, and no one else.
I will tell that to your leader, and no one else.
I am a Grey Warden.
I wish to speak to your leader.
Enough.
Let me into your camp <emp>now</emp>!
You will have to take my word on it.
Many people go about pretending to be Grey Wardens, do they?
I cannot speak of my purpose here.
I seek the clan's hospitality.
Why not?
Is something wrong?
Then I must speak with your keeper right away.
I have come on behalf of the Grey Wardens, sister.
I must speak with your keeper immediately.
I had no idea there were any Dalish here.
And what will you do if I don't?
I don't react well to threats.
I wish to enter your camp.
I don't think I need to explain that to you.
I would like to take advantage of your hospitality.
Why can't you offer me hospitality?
What's wrong?
Then I would like to speak to your leader.
I wish to purchase some of your wares.
This is how you greet one of your own people?
I have business with your leader, actually.
That is none of your business.
I have no time for your attitude!
Take me to the keeper now!
I will tell that to the keeper, and no one else.
I lost my way.
I should go.
I <emp>do</emp> have business with your clan, actually.
And you wonder why everyone dislikes your people so much.
Do others truly trouble you so much?
You seem to go out of your way seeking it.
I shall do my best.
I am sorry, but I must attend to our ailing fallen.
The hunters are recovering quickly.
This is a most joyous day!
We few wanderers greet you, friend.
We do not see many of our city brethren here in the woods.
Would you help us break our fast?
Andaran atish'an, lethallan!
Would you come and help us break our fast?
Andaran atish'an, lethallin!
Would you come and help us break our fast?
Suit yourself, my friend.
I simply thought that after such a long journey, you might be hungry.
Come, then, and sit.
Join us by the fire.
I am Sarel, the clan's taleteller.
I understand you are venturing into the haunted forest to save our hunters?
I am Hahren Sarel, the clan's storyteller.
You have one in your own clan I assume?
Ah!
Hahren Paivel still lives?
That is good, for he was old even when I was but da'len.
How lucky you are to have been reared with his tales.
Our scouts tell us you left companions in an encampment outside the forest.
They are...
Grey Wardens like yourself?
I would have liked to see what kind of shemlen would so readily follow a Dalish.
Do you suppose you have been made a Grey Warden simply to get our assistance?
Maybe they think we would not live up to the treaty otherwise.
So bad?
So bad?!
Have you any idea of what the--
Please, Hahren Sarel, you are being most unkind to one who is not only of our blood, but also a guest who is here to help us.
Of course...
I apologize for my rudeness.
Our losses have been great and I am... not myself.
The hahren's own wife has perished from the werewolf's curse.
We are mourning her death, here, and many more to come.
You are correct; there is no excuse for my suspicions.
Forgive me.
These have not been easy days for us, and the idea that we may yet have to abandon our ill to their fate...
But let us not dwell on our problems.
Is there something we can do to help you in your quest?
We know only what Zathrian has told us over the years.
I never saw one myself until the attack.
Other than not to get bitten?
Not that I know of.
As you know, they can shapeshift into wolves, allowing them to hide amidst the true wolves.
The hunters say they have strength and speed far beyond what's ordinary, and are as tough as such beasts come.
Like wolves, they hunt in packs so as to combine their strength.
But in the end, a blade kills them as surely as it does any other. 
What you need to fear is their bite.
If you are infected, you are done... though not right away, and not all at once.
Some of us have wondered.
The keeper says they are simply cunning, that any beast can lie in wait... but this seemed more than that.
It was planned.
These are no simple beasts.
Then the real question is why the keeper would insist that it is not so.
I do not believe he would.
But even the wisest of men do not always see the truth in front of them, nor do they always wish to.
I know a few tales.
Our clan has passed this way many times before, even when the shemlen lived in these parts.
If you wish, I can tell you what I know.
It is not a long story.
Of course.
You wish something else?
I see.
You need something else from us, or no?
We are glad to hear it.
I should not have suspected otherwise.
Ma serannas.
Better her suffering be ended now than for her to have become a... a beast.
Oh, you do, do you?
No offense, young one, but you don't know half the--
They had no way of knowing that!
For all we know, you could have--
You would say that to us here in our own camp?
I should--
Then why did you not bring them?
I would like to see what kind of shemlen so readily follow one of the Dalish.
And the others are simply followers, then?
How remarkable that a Dalish has become so important amongst the shemlen.
I notice you are... not alone.
These companions of yours are Grey Wardens like yourself?
I am a Grey Warden, yes.
Pleased to meet you.
Nice... campfire you have, there.
Andaran atish'an--enter this place in peace.
I do find it odd that any of your kind would so readily follow one of the Dalish.
We greet you, child of the stone.
I understand you are to venture into the haunted forest to save our brethren.
We few wanderers greet you, shemlen.
We understand you are venturing into the haunted forest to save our brethren.
I suspect your efforts may be in vain.
An entire group of our hunters went into the forest to do as you intend, and they have not returned.
Ahhhh, bravado!
How encouraging to see it in our time of need!
Our people lie sick and dying but you boast for our amusement!
How thoughtful!
An outsider to the rescue, but of course!
What were we doing trying to solve our own problems?
Then you are very brave to adventure into such a place even knowing the danger that awaits!
Your courage impresses us greatly!
No, stay and remind us of how our fate rests in the hands of an outsider.
You are being most unkind, Sarel.
Would you refuse our hunters help simply because of the hand that offered it?
<desc>Sigh</desc> You shame me, lethallan.
I have allowed my bitterness to cloud my better judgment.
Forgive me, Grey Warden.
It is most difficult to forget the lessons these shemlen have taught us.
Perhaps I can yet make amends.
Stay while I spin a tale for our children and then I will tell you of the forest, if you desire.
That is too bad.
I certainly do not want to keep you from your promises, however, so by all means.
Then I'll tell you what I know.
Our legends say that before the shemlen came, the Brecilian forest was a place of our ancestors that predated even our oldest homeland.
The people of the Imperium came here and gave the forest its name.
If they found traces of our ancestors, we cannot say.
If they did, those elves were slain or enslaved.
We know only that a great many battles were fought here; these trees grow upon the graves of those who fell--shemlen and elves both.
Indeed, very wise of you.
There was so much death that the Veil into the Beyond was torn.
The shemlen know the Beyond as "the Fade," the place of dreams and spirits.
When the Veil is torn, spirits pass into our world freely.
The legends say that one great spirit possessed the wolf that became Witherfang, who passed its curse of rage onto men and created werewolves.
One last warning: the forest is like a thing alive.
It changes as it wills, closing paths behind you and opening up new ones.
No one knows.
When the shemlen lived in these parts, the curse would spread anew to a few of them with each passing year.
They would run off into the forest, never to be seen again.
Eventually, all the shemlen left.
One assumes the werewolves survive by passing their curse to their offspring.
They have had no new blood... until now, that is.
It is said that one or two have turned already, though the keeper denies it.
As for the rest, they will either die or turn, unless...
...they are killed out of mercy.
I would rather die than become a ravening, soulless beast.
Wouldn't you?
Who can say what value the Imperium placed on this land?
And how many elves died here in slavery?
Even the barbarians who came to overthrow the Imperium fought and died on this soil.
The forest is said to be haunted.
Spirits possess the trees, the wolves, even the bodies of the dead... they yearn for true life, you see.
So Zathrian insists.
He says that Witherfang does not age as the werewolves do.
So much death in one place tore the Veil into the Beyond.
Come, then.
Join us.
Now, what say we tell the story of the fall of the Dales?
Which of you children knows that best?
I...
I think I do.
Yes?
Then come, child.
Don't be frightened of the outsiders.
Now... where do you suppose such a tale should begin?
When we were slaves?
Yes.
Long ago, our people were slaves to an empire the shemlen had built on the darkest magic.
They took away our history and our language and left us nothing.
And then that empire fell and we were freed.
Because Andraste came with her army and Shartan joined her!
Yes.
Andraste, the shemlen prophet, came out of the south and challenged the Tevinter Imperium.
Our ancestor, Shartan, fought at her side.
And when the rebellion came to an end, we were given a new homeland in the west: the Dales.
We began to rebuild the culture and history we had lost in our years of slavery.
We worshipped the Creators and made the Dales our home.
Perhaps you know what happened next, stranger?
Do you know what happened to the Dales?
Could not say?
Or will not?
The shemlen wouldn't let us be.
Indeed.
They resented that we would not worship their Maker, and they resented our ways because they were so different from their own.
The shemlen nations grew cold towards the Dales.
They called us blasphemers and tyrants and declared war upon us--a great crusade.
And which is worse?
The actions of those who believed they were right?
Or the inaction of those who knew they were wrong?
Oh, I am certain we played a part in our downfall.
We believed that the shemlen would not revoke their prophet's gift so lightly.
We were wrong.
They took our lands, forcing us to abandon our gods and live as beggars in shemlen cities.
But there were those of us who refused to abandon our ways.
They emblazoned the symbols of the Creators upon their flesh and vowed to keep their ancient lore alive.
That's us!
That's the Dalish!
Indeed, child.
We chose to wander, homeless, rather than be ruled by the shemlen.
And all our clans wander alone until the day we have a homeland once more.
Then we bring the old ways back to our people because they have forgotten it all.
For we are the Dalish: the Keepers of the Lost Lore...
The Walkers of the Lonely Path...
We are the Elvhenan, and never again shall we submit.
And that is the tale of the Dales, stranger.
Thank you for allowing us to tell it to you.
Perhaps another time.
You are the guest here, and one who may yet prove of great help to our ailing hunters.
Now, as I said I would, I can tell you what I know of the Brecilian Forest.
Do you wish to hear it?
Perhaps.
If anything, it is meant to be more of a cautionary tale for us, not so much for you.
Didn't we?
You always have a choice.
I am glad you chose to listen.
Perhaps one day, you will tell us a tale of your people.
A day when you are not guest and stranger but savior.
Told by whom?
A history that has been dictated by the victors, no doubt.
It's not a long story, stranger.
And our tales are the only way we pass on our history to our youth.
Very well.
The Dales shall have to wait for another time, then.
What do you say, child?
Can you tell us what happened to the Dales?
But you do not?
You must know a great deal more than we.
We started the war, did we?
And you, child?
What do you believe happened to the Dales?
Come and join us, then, all of you.
Stop this, Sarel.
This outsider has done us little good, but would you turn away help for our people simply because of the hand that offered it?
Perhaps you do not.
But you are an outsider, and that we must rely on your largesse is a bitter pill for us to swallow.
Why Zathrian allows you to remain in our camp, I cannot imagine.
We must truly be desperate.
Perhaps not.
You have been remarkably kind to us, for an outsider.
But an outsider you remain.
Nothing will help us now, least of all the meddling of an outsider.
Then perhaps I should be silent and allow an outsider to decide our fate.
Creators willing, they have been so kind to our people in the past.
Is there something you need?
Aneth ara, my friend.
Join us, if you like.
You return?
What is it you want from us now?
That's a fine thing you did for Athras.
He would have worried forever had you not put his mind at ease.
I hear you had a hand in saving the halla.
Ma serannas.
I'm not sure what we would do without them.
Mmm.
I see Gheyna and Cammen are no longer a pair.
A petty thing for you to do.
Mmm.
Gheyna and Cammen together, I see.
Strange that you should take the time to involve yourself in that affair, of all things.
Deygan is in the ground already.
I expect we'll be burying plenty more before these days are done.
Thank you for returning Deygan to us.
You did it, outsider.
You saved us from the ravages of the curse after all.
May the Creators bless you, truly!
Now Keeper Lanaya prepares for us to enter into war alongside the humans.
I never thought I'd live to see the day.
I, for one, look forward to fighting against these darkspawn creatures.
Do you now?
Let's hope you return and tell us all about them.
As for you, outsider...
I expect I'll be telling tales about the Grey Warden one day, hmm?
But Zathrian is lost to us, after all these centuries.
He died heroically, I hope?
Some things are better left unsaid, I gather.
His will still be a tale worthy of telling Dalish children for many years to come.
I would like a happy ending to his tale.
He will be a role model for many Dalish children to come.
One of our own Dalish has saved us from the ravages of the curse after all!
Andaran atish'an, Grey Warden.
Join us at the fire if you like, but haven't you got a war to get to?
No, but thanks.
I would like that.
Yes, Paivel, our elder.
That's not really any of your business.
Would that be so bad?
That's no reason to be so rude.
What do you know about werewolves?
That's enough for me.
Is there a way to prevent being afflicted by their curse?
Do they have any strange abilities?
How does one fight them?
If they are so mindless, how did they ambush you?
Why would he lie?
What can you tell me about the forest?
I am sorry for your loss, Sarel.
I assure you that's not the case.
You cannot live up to the treaty as it is!
You overestimate the value of your clan's help.
They are here to help, just as I am.
One of them is, yes.
Yes, but they weren't us.
Yes, but they weren't me.
If I'm lucky, maybe I can find them.
The keeper mentioned that.
Perhaps I should go.
I'll leave you to your tales, elf.
Perhaps another time, but thank you.
I want to know about the forest... now.
And those battles... tore the Veil?
That's all I need to know.
How many werewolves are there?
Have the hunters become werewolves?
There were battles in the forest?
So there are many spirits in the forest?
This Witherfang still exists today?
What does that have to do with the werewolves?
Yes, I'd like that.
No, I really couldn't say.
Not every human felt that way, I'm sure.
You say that like there was no reason for it.
Perhaps you'll allow me to tell a story, as well?
No, I'm done here.
Yes, tell me of the forest.
That sounded more like a sermon.
You didn't give me much choice.
Thank you.
I enjoyed it very much.
It's a war that you started, I'm told.
Enough!
I don't like where this is going.
I know a lecture when I hear one.
I'm done.
I'd rather hear about the forest, instead.
Fine, go on, then.
Something you think was unfair, no doubt.
You were invaded by the humans.
You started a war with us and lost.
I haven't done anything to deserve this, have I?
You think sarcasm is going to help, do you?
Your attitude is getting annoying.
Let's just say his time had come.
I don't know if I would say that.
Yes, I believe he did.
What are you doing?
You've warped the wood completely?
Did you leave it out in the rain?
No, Master Varathorn, I...
I think I just used too much heat...
You're not smelting ore like a durgen'len!
This is living wood!
It requires patience and delicate hands, not more heat!
My actions bring me sorrow, Master Varathorn.
And so they should.
Truly the art will be lost to us forever at this rate!
Throw away your dead wood and start anew, and I shall speak to our guest.
Now, then.
Please forgive my distraction, stranger.
Is there something that you need?
Dareth shiral.
May the Creators visit fortune upon you.
Yes, I believe that is best.
Leave us to our work, please.
I am no merchant, but let us trade.
Perhaps there is something here which will be of value to you.
No.
I am no shemlen merchant who will traffic with any scoundrel.
I suggest you go.
I am no merchant, but I have plenty that you may need.
What little of the craft I have learned has been passed onto me through generations, such is the time it has taken us to learn a fraction of what has been lost.
I do not make bows as fine as Master Ilen's, perhaps, but mine have caused more than one shemlen to drool at the thought of possessing them.
I'm the clan's craftsmaster.
It's my responsibility to learn what I can of the ancient elven arts of shaping wood and ore.
In truth, we Dalish know little of the art compared to what we once did, and even what we know has taken us many lifetimes to achieve.
There is wood that, if treated properly, is as hard as steel but far lighter.
It grows only in this forest--ironbark.
The keeper has forbidden us from entering the forest to collect the wood.
This means I cannot make our finest crafts for years to come.
Yes, your sympathy overwhelms me.
No matter.
What else do you need?
Ah, but no matter.
It is not your trouble, but mine.
Now... what do you need from me?
I would be hesitant to ask it of you... but if you should come across ironbark, I suppose there would be no harm in gathering some.
It is blue and very distinctive.
You can only harvest the bark which has fallen off the tree from age.
If you find some, bring it to me and I will craft it for you.
As you wish.
The life of our hunters is the true task at hand for you, not this.
That would please me, so long as our hunters come first.
And I did not ask for a promise.
I only ask that you consider the task, should you come across the bark in the forest.
I excel in making blades from the ironbark, or... or perhaps a breastplate?
Provided there is enough wood, that is.
With the coming battle, we've no time to go into the forest and search for some.
This means I cannot make some of our finest crafts for years to come.
Yes, yes, the keeper sent word that you might ask me for such.
I took the liberty of assembling some goods that our hunters use.
There is a large chest by the aravel where I put everything we could spare.
Feel free to sort through it and take whatever you need.
I notice you've already found the chest I placed it in.
Feel free to sort through and take whatever you found there... if you have not done so already.
I have nothing left that the clan could spare, but... we do have goods that we were going to bring to the shemlen villages to barter with.
No, nothing.
Take what equipment you wish from the chest and go.
I met your father, for he was once keeper of your clan.
You carry many of his features.
He spoke at a gathering, telling the clans that more of us need to voyage into the shemlen world and learn their ways.
He would be proud to see his daughter a Grey Warden, I think.
Our people speak so little of the dead, especially those who end in... in tragedy.
I thought you should know, regardless.
Ah, yes, I understand the circumstances of his passing were... tragic.
It is unpleasant to speak of such things.
Ir abelas.
He spoke at a gathering, telling the clans that more of us need to voyage into the shemlen world and learn their ways.
He would be proud to see his son a Grey Warden, I think.
You are most welcome here, stranger.
Is there anything I might do to help you in your task?
Andaran atish'an, friend.
It has been some years since I met Master Ilen at the last gathering.
He is still hale, I hope?
No?
As you wish, though I find such an attitude curious.
It is a shemlen attitude to be so impatient and rushed.
Is that so?
Ir abelas.
To be separated from one's clan is to be separated from one's heart.
That is good to hear.
Your clan is more familiar to us than most, since we do not stray far from each other in this land.
Now, then.
To you I speak only because the keeper requires it.
So speak and then begone.
And you believe you're undeserving of it?
You offer to aid my clan, but so far all you've brought to us is mischief.
We do not require perfection.
Simply live up to your promise and do not wreak havoc in our home.
But enough.
I do not intend to trade more words with you.
State your business or leave.
I require no explanation.
I understand the situation perfectly.
<emp>Your</emp> patience?
It is we who are showing patience by continuing to allow your presence here.
That is just my point.
You have not helped us yet at all.
All you have given us are empty promises.
What do you wish?
Yes?
What is it now?
Ahhh, so the halla is dead at last, is she?
I told Elora it was better to end it sooner than later, but the halla are her province.
Poor girl.
Our tradition dictates that we honor our fallen friends by reshaping their horns into keepsakes.
Come, apprentice... let us begin.
And we are done.
The apprentice did an excellent job, I think.
Treasure it, for it is the last gift the halla can bequeath.
Truly?
Let me see.
Yes... that is indeed ironbark, and a substantial quantity of it as well.
Well done!
An agreement is an agreement, and I will craft something from this wood for you.
What would you like?
A bow?
Or perhaps a breastplate?
Both?
But... that is an unreasonable amount of crafting to expect just for finding the wood!
I will do no such thing!
I am willing to overlook your greed and still make an item for you, as promised.
Which would you prefer?
I see.
Here, then... take these shemlen coins for the wood.
It is not much, but it is something.
Very well, I shall.
I regret that nothing we could craft appealed to you more.
I ask for no favors.
I offered you a deal.
I am certain the wood does no good in your hands.
I... suppose you are correct.
It is much to ask, but if you aid my clan as you say, then I have no objection.
I had resigned myself to having none at all.
And what good does it do in your hands?
I am disappointed to see such greed.
Your apology is accepted.
I am still willing to make an item for you, as per our deal.
Have you a preference?
I... suppose you are correct.
It is much to ask, but for you I am willing to work so much of the art.
And I have reformed the wood to my will.
A Dalish longbow and a breastplate for you... may they serve you well.
Then keep your wood if it will do you so much good!
I had already resigned myself to a few years without.
There are other things I can craft for the clan.
Keep your wood and begone.
And neither do you.
Begone and take your greed with you.
I... must admit I am surprised to witness such generosity from an outsider.
You have my thanks and the thanks of my clan for this gift.
I will not allow your generosity to go without at least some reward.
Come...
I shall make something of the wood you bring.
I have reformed the wood to my will.
It is but a small token of our gratitude, but take it with my blessing.
That is very generous of you.
Ma serannas.
I see that you have not lost your Dalish roots in the time you have spent with the humans.
And I have reformed the wood to my will.
A Dalish breastplate for you... may it serve you well.
Ma nuvenin.
I will craft it myself.
Watch if you prefer, it will not take long.
And I have reformed the wood to my will.
A Dalish longbow for you... may it serve you well.
It is good to see you again.
Have you need of something?
We are working hard to make enough equipment for all of the hunters.
Our armaments will be superior to anything else you find on the battlefield.
I would like to barter with you.
You seem quite advanced in the old craft, Master.
What exactly do you make here?
Tough break.
Yes, that's a shame.
This wouldn't be what you're looking for, would it?
What if I found some ironbark for you?
No thanks, not interested.
Very well, I'll take a look when I'm in the forest.
We'll see.
I promise nothing.
What kind of item would you make?
I was told you could supply me with equipment.
Is there any other equipment you could spare?
I really don't care what he might have thought.
Thank you, that's kind of you to say.
I barely know anything about him.
I don't have time to discuss niceties with you.
I don't know.
I haven't seen my clan for some time.
He was fine when last I saw him, yes.
You're being quite hostile.
Yes, well, nobody's perfect.
I can explain, if there's been a misunderstanding...
You are beginning to wear my patience.
I'm beginning to wonder why I help you at all.
Elora told me I could bring these horns to you.
I found some ironbark for you.
I think both would be more appropriate.
Fine, perhaps you are right.
Neither.
Just keep your wood.
The breastplate.
The longbow.
You are awfully selfish for someone asking for favors.
Either do it or you don't get the wood, period.
You wouldn't have any wood at all if not for me, remember?
I apologize.
I did not mean to act so greedily.
I require nothing.
Take the wood and use it well.
All right, one item will do.
Take the wood, already.
I don't believe you.
You want this wood badly.
Then you don't get anything at all.
Neither.
I'm sure your clan needs it more than I do.
The breastplate sounds good.
I would like a longbow.
Hmm.
I see we have a guest.
Who is this, Mithra?
I have precious little patience and less time to spend on outsiders today.
Hmm.
I see we have guests.
Who are these strangers, Mithra?
I have precious little patience and less time to spend on outsiders today.
I understand, but this one claims to have important business with our people.
I see.
Tell me, stranger, what business could you possibly have with us?
We have our own issues we must deal with, as you can see.
That is your business?
To threaten us?
Answer the question or you'll quickly find out exactly how hollow your threats are.
Or you're certainly wasting mine.
Answer the question, and truthfully, or go.
Answer my question, first.
If I agree with you, I will indulge your curiosity at length.
You might have simply said so to begin with.
Ma serannas, Mithra, you may return to your post.
Ma nuvenin, Keeper.
Now, allow me to introduce myself.
I am Zathrian, the keeper of this clan, its guide and preserver of our ancient lore.
And you are?
I had already sensed the corruption spreading in the south.
The existence of the Blight is not news to me.
I would have taken the clan north by now, had we the ability to move.
Sadly, as you can see, we do not.
This will require some... explanation.
Please follow me.
I imagine you are here regarding the treaty we signed centuries ago.
Unfortunately, we may not be able to live up to the promise we made.
Do not allow our troubles to burden you, though I suspect they may impact your mission.
I see.
Be mysterious then, if that is your desire.
I guide my fellow Dalish, and they follow my word out of respect.
But I would still prefer to know with whom I am speaking. 
If you came to bring news of the Blight in the south, it is not needed.
I had already sensed its corruption.
Manners?
From a shemlen?
Interesting.
What might be your mission here?
Have you come to spread news of the Blight?
Now, perhaps we might introduce ourselves.
I am Zathrian, keeper and hahren of this clan.
You are?
This one claims to be a Grey Warden and wishes to speak with the clan.
I thought it best to leave the decision to you.
That was wise of you.
Ma serannas, Mithra, you may return to your post.
Hmmm.
I see we have a guest... and one of our own, no less.
This one comes from one of our sister clans to the north, Keeper.
Tell me, what business might you have with us?
As you see, we have our own issues to deal with.
I find that hard to believe.
The clans only communicate at the Arlathvhen once every ten years.
Are you sure you aren't here for some other purpose?
You needn't fear my anger, but I do require the truth.
You travel with a curious assortment of companions, I see.
This one is from one of our sister clans to the north, Keeper, but claims to have come on behalf of the Grey Wardens.
The Grey Wardens?
How unusual that one of our own should join their ranks.
How did such a thing occur?
Hmm.
It is as I feared, then.
Very well, let us speak.
Ma serannas, Mithra, you may return to your post.
Oh?
I find it difficult to believe.
Perhaps another time you could relate your tale to me.
Perhaps so.
At the moment, I'm afraid I have little time to spare for long tales.
The clan came to the Brecilian Forest one month ago, as is our custom when we enter this part of Ferelden.
We are always wary of the dangers in the forest, but we did not expect the werewolves would be lying in wait for us.
They... ambushed us, and though we drove the beasts back, much damage was done.
Many of our warriors lie dying as we speak.
Not enough to make a difference for you and not simultaneously leave us defenseless.
Within the Brecilian Forest dwells a great wolf--we call him Witherfang.
It was within him that the curse originated, and through his blood that it has been spread.
We would assist with the Blight, of course.
And you would have our gratitude...
Anyone who would undertake such danger for our benefit would be remembered for it.
Few have who are not one of our own.
This <emp>attitude</emp> has been burned into our souls after long years of slavery and oppression.
It is not... personal.
But... <desc>sigh</desc> very well.
I will... remind my people of the danger you will undertake on our behalf.
A reward, is it?
Very well.
We have very little of the coin your people use, but we do craft items they find valuable.
Return with the heart and I will give you something extra that I'm sure you will have no trouble selling.
Good enough?
Where there is so much death, the Veil separating the spirit realm from our own becomes thin, allowing spirits to possess things living or dead.
If he is killed and his heart brought to me, perhaps I could destroy the curse, but this task has proven too dangerous for us.
From whom?
The children of the stone?
The shemlen?
Do you truly think they have time to spare for us?
There is no guarantee that this will work as I suspect, but it's the only hope we have left.
They are savage and unrelenting; they need no reason to attack anyone.
What is curious, however, is the ambush.
We expect werewolves to be no more cunning than a rabid wolf.
The ambush suggests a level of intelligence we've never seen before.
I doubt that.
The very curse that is in their blood fills them with an unreasoning rage that precludes any true thought.
There was a time in Ferelden's history when werebeasts roamed the lands in great numbers.
Spirits possessed animals and turned them into horrific monsters.
The humans warred against and destroyed these creatures.
No doubt their tales of those days grow ever more inaccurate.
The werebeasts are not all gone from this land, and the ones that stalk the Brecilian Forest are proof of this.
Even with all our magic and healing skill, we will eventually be forced to slay our brethren to prevent them from becoming beasts.
The Blight's evil must be stopped, but we are in no position to uphold our obligations.
I am truly sorry.
Yes?
What is it you need?
Have you news?
I must return to caring for my people.
Creators' speed on your way.
Then I suggest you see Master Varathorn.
I will instruct him to put aside some supplies for you, the kind that the hunters use.
Make them quick, if you please.
I have much to do, here.
My apprentice, Lanaya, or Sarel, the clan's storyteller, could provide you with answers just as easily.
We call those possessed trees "sylvans"... the only ones I have ever encountered were little more than berserk killers.
Was it a shemlen hermit?
If so, I have heard of such a man, a blood mage hiding from the Circle of Magi.
He built a tower in the forest long ago, and then it disappeared mysteriously... and I assumed he along with it.
Hmm.
The forest itself is leading you astray, then.
I was not aware they have names.
But no, I know nothing about any Swiftrunner.
Speak?
You mean, speak actual words?
That seems unlikely.
They are savage beasts.
Even if they could speak, I doubt they would have anything worthwhile to say.
The werewolves are unimportant: it is Witherfang whom you must seek out.
And if they keep you from him, then your course is clear.
I think you can see for yourself what the end result of such a venture would be.
Intelligent or not, they are hardly peaceful.
The same grudge they hold against any who trespass in the forest, I imagine.
We also killed many of them during the attack.
There is not much to say.
It stemmed originally from Witherfang, but now any werewolf may infect someone with it.
Go on, then.
That is a long tale I do not have time to tell.
Ask Sarel about it, if you wish.
You will know within a matter of days.
You will begin to sweat and vomit and, most tellingly, your temper will become wild and uncontrollable.
If that happens to you, you should seek out Witherfang even more swiftly.
Your mission at that point will be rather... personal.
It is possible, but not guaranteed.
The only way to protect against the curse is not to be bitten.
No.
The ones from this forest, however, do.
Watch for the white wolves.
They are his eyes and ears in the forest.
She was one of the first to succumb to the curse.
She is dead.
Even if she did, whatever existed that was Danyla is still dead.
Please do not give Athras false hope in this, he will accept the truth in time.
Of course not.
She is buried, as is our way.
Athras is a grief-stricken man, who seeks hope that does not exist.
He will accept what has happened, in time.
And what did she have to say?
And I of her.
One day she will be keeper after I am gone.
She is more than ready.
I have.
I have lost much to these werewolves, and now they are about to take even more from me.
I do not wish to dwell on the past.
It is... too painful.
Just help, if you can, or leave us to our misery.
I... would rather not speak of it.
It is very painful for me, even now after so long.
The werewolves were responsible.
That is all you need to know, and should adequately explain my hatred of them, no?
Let us leave it at that.
That's true.
Hundreds of years, if you must know.
Slowly the Dalish will all know once again the agelessness of the elves.
For now, only a few of us have regained that ability.
But I cannot say any more on that.
I trust your curiosity is sated?
I know who Danyla was.
She died the moment she turned into a ravening, mindless beast.
Athras needs to accept that.
She spoke, did she?
Surprising, but then her transformation was very recent.
Still, she is doomed in the end.
I hope you put her out of her misery.
Good.
I hope it ends there and you do not tell Athras.
Please... just do what you came here to do.
Good.
Athras should not have known of it, poor man.
Please, just do what you came here to do.
I have led my clan for many generations; I know their needs better than you.
Now, if there is nothing else? 
I see.
I hope it brought him some peace and not more pain.
Still, I don't think it was really for you to judge.
Mithra brought Deygan's body to me.
We are preparing him for burial.
Ma serannas for this kindness.
Deygan was engaged to be married soon...
His bride-to-be gave me this gem from her betrothal necklace to pass on to you.
She would prefer you have it, instead, in thanks.
Yes, Mithra told me you returned with Deygan.
I was able to heal his wounds, and he has not developed the curse.
If you have not spoken to him already, you should seek him out.
I understand he wishes to see you before you return to the forest again.
Have you any other news?
Yes, we were relieved to see Deygan return to the camp.
We are grateful for your assistance.
We are building equipment and gathering as many of the Dalish together as we can.
But it will be some time before we can join you.
You'll listen to what I have to say until I'm finished, elf.
Perhaps I am wasting my time here, then.
And what issues are those?
I come representing the Grey Wardens.
Call me <FirstName/>.
You don't need to know who I am.
The keeper?
Does that mean you're in charge here?
My name is <FirstName/>, a pleasure to meet you.
I come representing my clan.
They need all the assistance they can get.
It is a long story.
Perhaps another time?
Surely you must have some warriors to spare.
Is there no way to help your men?
If I help you, what will you give me?
Good, let's hope you don't forget it.
Your people could improve their attitude towards me.
I would prefer a more substantial reward.
I'll find this Witherfang for you.
Have you considered seeking outside help?
You said you could "perhaps" destroy the curse?
Why did these beasts attack you?
Maybe they aren't as unintelligent as you think.
There are actual werewolves in the forest?
Nothing yet.
I need some equipment.
I have some questions for you.
Have you ever encountered a rhyming oak tree in the forest?
Do you know anything about a strange hermit in the forest?
For some reason I can't enter the center of the forest.
Do you know anything about a werewolf named Swiftrunner?
Did you know that some of the werewolves can speak?
Perhaps you are right.
Have you tried talking to them at all?
They seem to have some grudge against your people.
Tell me more about this curse the hunters suffer from.
I want to ask about something else.
How did this curse start?
How do you know if you have been infected by the curse?
So if a werewolf bites me then I will become infected?
So did all werewolves everywhere stem from Witherfang?
How do I find Witherfang?
Do you have any advice?
Could you tell me what happened to Danyla?
You sound like you've been asked that before.
Did she become a werewolf first?
Where is her body?
Can I see it?
Are you sure of that?
Athras doesn't seem to think so.
I spoke to Lanaya about you.
It's not important.
Lanaya obviously thinks very highly of you.
She told me you'd lost much, but wouldn't elaborate.
She told me you'd lost your family, but wouldn't say how.
She said that you have been keeper for a very long time.
I encountered Athras's wife, Danyla, in the forest.
She wasn't such a mindless beast.
She spoke, for one.
I actually met another werewolf who spoke, as well.
She told me the werewolves had overcome the curse.
Why didn't you just tell him what happened?
I told him the truth.
I was more interested in what she had to say.
But it was all right for you to judge?
She said that she wanted him told.
I found one of your hunters in the forest.
<desc>This campsite appears remarkably intact.
The tents and bedrolls are covered with leaves, but are dry and whole.</desc>
<desc>You get no hint of danger, though it strikes you as odd that the camp is abandoned.
Perhaps searching the camp will give more clues as to its nature.</desc>
Mercy!
An old camp in the middle of the bloody forest?
Now I call that an invitation.
Looks like someone fled in a hurry.
You think they left any provisions?
Someone camped here.
This must be a secluded spot, doesn't it agree?
Oh, my.
Did this belong to the elven hunters?
I'm surprised the fire hasn't burned out of control.
Lucky for us, perhaps.
<desc>Barks menacingly</desc>
No tracks.
Whoever built this must still be here.
Now this is peculiar.
Whoever this belonged to must have just recently abandoned it.
We should be careful.
This is strange.
The werewolves would not use such a camp, would they?
Whoever this belongs to must be nearby.
How odd.
A camp with no campers, complete with fire and warm blankets.
Rather inviting, would you not say?
<desc>You lay your equipment down and pull out a bedroll.
You are incredibly tired, and it is too hard to resist the allure of a safe rest.
You drift off to sleep within moments...</desc>
It's very clean and inviting, at least.
It might not be a bad idea to take a look around, perhaps.
Be careful.
We don't know what happened to the owners.
A lucky find.
It must have been abandoned not long ago.
Perhaps.
It does seem like the werewolves haven't been here.
We should be careful.
This seems strange.
Calm down, boy.
Whoever this belonged to is gone.
I know what you mean.
Still, it looks like nobody's here.
You sense something, boy?
It does seem odd, doesn't it?
I doubt they're invisible.
Looks completely safe to me.
It could belong to the elves.
Perhaps they will return?
I don't see any tracks around.
It seems safe.
You're probably right.
Keep an eye out.
This does look like an ideal place to camp, I must admit.
Everything is so clean.
Where are the ones who set it up?
More suspicious than inviting.
<desc>As you turn to leave, you find your steps growing leaden.
Fatigue tugs at your limbs and you yawn.
It has been a long journey, perhaps it is safe to rest here?</desc>
<desc>You struggle to remain awake, taking each step after the other slowly.
You want nothing more than to turn around and rest in the comfortable tents...</desc>
There is a force at work here.
I did not feel it earlier, but now...
I am having trouble moving.
Can you feel that?
It feels as if... the strength is running out of me.
I want nothing more than to sleep, to light the fire.
How... strange...
I am suddenly feeling quite drained.
Do you feel that?
Is the forest doing that?
Perhaps we should rest a bit before moving on...
<desc>Yawns</desc> You wish to leave already?
Why?
We're going?
My feet are so sore.
If we're careful, we could use this camp, couldn't we?
Would it be that bad?
Perhaps we're being too hasty in leaving.
I'm too old for all this running around... the camp looks like a good spot to rest, so long as we're watchful.
<desc>Whines plaintively and yawns</desc>
You know, if it's all the same to you, why don't we sit down a while?
Strange as it sounds, I'd rather camp here before going back out into the forest.
We're not bloody leaving?
I'm exhausted!
Why let this camp go to waste?
<desc>You start to turn around, but the fog doesn't quite take hold of your mind.
As if it were a dream, the vision of the campground dissipates!</desc>
<desc>You almost turn to head back, but with the last of your willpower, you pull out of your delirium.
As if it were a dream, the vision of the campground dissipates!</desc>
<desc>Before you is a cold and long-dead campsite filled with bones of the many travelers who have been lured here by a shade... which now angrily lunges toward you!</desc>
<desc>Gathering your will, you shake off the delirium which clouds your mind and suddenly, the vision of the campground dissipates before your very eyes!</desc>
I'm not... going to fight it. <act>Turn around</act>
Can't... think clearly... sleep....
Sleep, must sleep... can't... resist...
I'm under... some kind of spell...
I need to turn around and... no!
Must... resist!
Have to... get out of here!
No!
Must... resist...
I feel so weak... why can't I think?...
I'm... trying to resist it... so strong, I can't...
We need to get out... no matter how hard!
I feel it, too.
It's... so hard to resist.
Need to sleep...
I'm not staying here.
Resist the spell!
There's... something affecting us!
We need to resist it!
Let's not fight it.
Let's turn around and see what happens.
You're right... it's so hard to think clearly...
Yes, we should... use the camp.
We need to... sleep...
You're under some kind of spell.
I feel it, too...
I feel exhausted, too.
We should...
No!
No, resist it!
Stay here if you want.
This place is dangerous.
No!
There's something wrong here!
Resist it!
<desc>You examine the remains of the fire pit.
It has been untended for several hours at most.
The embers draw you in, almost hypnotizing you...</desc>
<desc>You barely resist plunging into a deep sleep.
You start to nod off, but your willpower keeps you moving...</desc>
The fire attempts to drain our energies.
Even I feel its power.
Quick, look away from the fire.
There is a power at work here...
It... makes us weak...
Mmmm.
I sense magic at work.
The fire is... it's weakening us.
Can you feel it?
It... it wants us to stay.
The lights in the fire... they are so pretty.
The flickering... glowing warmth... comfort...
I wish I could just lie here and...
Do not... look in the fire.
It draws my strength.
Perhaps we should... sit down... rest...
<desc>The flames emit a sudden warmth, draining your strength even more.
You turn away, the chill seeping back into your bones.
You are exhausted.</desc>
Maybe we should tend that... get the flames going, you know, cook something.
I'm starving.
Or we could sleep...
I'm surprised that fire hasn't burnt out.
We should tend it...
Is there a stick about? <desc>Yawns</desc> I am tired...
There is something odd here... the way the fire draws the eye...
<desc>The flames dance in the pit, drawing your gaze within.
You look away quickly.</desc>
I can feel the power here.
What is this?
Must stay alert.
This could be some kind of trap...
I need to get away from this!
Can you feel the power here?
What is this?
Stay alert.
This could be some kind of trap...
Stop!
We need to get away from this, now!
<desc>You examine the bedroll.
It looks clean and warm.
You feel like you haven't slept in ages.
It would be so nice to curl up and sleep...</desc>
<desc>You reluctantly turn away from the bedroll.
The lure of sleep is almost overpowering.
Your eyes flutter closed several times.</desc>
<desc>At the last second, you stop yourself from lying on the bedroll.
Your head is clouded and your eyelids are heavy...</desc>
<desc>Unable to resist its strange siren call, you trudge back to the tents and quickly collapse and drift off into a blissful sleep...</desc>
I am so sleepy.
I feel... drunk, almost.
I could fall over right now.
Mmmm, do you feel that?
The bedroll is calling me.
I'd collapse right here if my smallpants weren't riding up on me.
These bedrolls look... mmmm... do you feel that?
Like a cloud is settling over my head.
To think, I usually pay good coin to get this kind of sensation...
I did not realize I was so tired.
We should... sleep for a while.
Or... did I just say that?
<desc>You turn away from the bedroll, but only reluctantly.
The lure of sleep is almost overpowering.</desc>
You know, I feel as if I could sleep for days.
Do you feel it?
It's... not quite right.
Keep moving.
Something is wrong...
I find it difficult to move.
We should leave this place at once, before we are frozen in place forever!
I feel... magic here.
Draining my strength.
We must leave, and soon...
<desc>The bedroll's inviting warmth almost forces you to pass out.
You turn away quickly.</desc>
This is so strange.
I should look around some more.
I feel so tired.
I need to stay awake!
Sleeping here would be a mistake.
I should leave...
This is so strange.
Let's look around some more.
I feel it, too.
We need to stay awake.
Sleeping here would be bad, I think.
We should leave...
<desc>You look inside the tent and are surprised by how dry and cozy it feels.
It is clean, but empty.
What a pleasant place to rest your head...</desc>
<desc>It takes all your strength to step back from the tent.
A wave of weariness washes through you.
How simple it would be to give in and stay in this simple camp...</desc>
Must... resist this exhaustion.
Strange and malevolent power... but my, that does look inviting...
Strong magic is at work here.
It is not wise to enter the tent.
Mm.
I do not like this.
It is too inviting.
Don't... go in there.
Can't you feel the... power?
Something is dreadfully wrong here...
<desc>It takes all your strength to step back from the tent.
A wave of weariness washes through you, despite your efforts to resist it.</desc>
I never understood these 'tents'.
Better to dig a hole in the ground, I think.
Still, it looks so comfortable inside...
Wow, that is a nice tent.
Could we sleep here?
This seems like the perfect spot.
And I am just so... tired.
The elven hunters didn't make this camp.
Yet I don't feel very bloody concerned about that.
I just want a nap, of all things.
Go figure.
The elven hunters didn't set this up.
How strange.
And yet it all just seems so... friendly.
I want to do nothing but remain.
<desc>You cannot look inside the tent without coming close to falling unconscious.
It is all you can do to turn away from it now.</desc>
I want to know what's going on!
I'm not leaving.
I can't leave yet.
I need to stay alert!
No, I can't sleep here.
I need to go.
I want to know what's going on.
We're not leaving.
We can't leave yet.
We need to stay alert.
No, we can't sleep here.
We need to go.
<desc>With the shade destroyed, the fog seems to lift.
The camp that was here is ancient, and the remnants of the shade's victims all lie as if sleeping still.</desc>
P-please... help... listen...
I am not... the mindless beast I appear to be...
I was... not always as you see.
I have been cursed, turned into this... this creature...
It burns in my blood!
I... fled into the forest.
The werewolves, they... took me in.
But I had to return.
I had to!
You are... human.
I am...
I was once an elf, one of the Dalish folk.
Do you know of my clan?
You are... one of the dwarven folk.
I am... was... once an elf, one of the Dalish, until my... change.
Do you know of my clan?
You are... an elf, but not one of the Dalish.
I was, until my... change.
Have you... seen my clan?
You are...
Dalish?
I am, as well.
Or I was, until my... change.
Please, tell me, have you seen my clan?
I... yes, yes of course...
Then... perhaps they have left?
No, please let it not be so...
No, there... is no time.
Please, you must listen...
No...
I cannot be healed, not even... by magic.
Please, you must listen...
The keeper sent you?
Then... you seek Witherfang.
I-I don't understand.
But... no, no... it is not important.
I have very little time...
I know why you seek him.
But... there is no time to explain.
You must listen...
I have, but... it is not what you think.
But... there is no time to explain.
You must listen...
My name is Danyla.
My husband... he is called Athras.
Please, you must... bring him a message.
The scarf I wear... bring it to him.
Tell him I love him.
Tell him...
I am dead and with the gods.
I beg you...
No, I cannot...
I cannot betray her!
I want... to give Athras peace...
I do not wish him to suffer...
Ah, the pain!
The curse... is fire in my blood!
Please!
End it for me!
End it quickly!
Then...
I will... end it myself! rrr!!
Gods... bless you...
No, I...
I cannot.
I cannot betray her!
Ah!
Please... end it now!
I...
I will tell you... what I know.
If you promise... to end my pain.
Then... then know this: the werewolves are no longer... violent animals.
They have... overcome the curse.
Like I have.
There is a ruin in the center of the forest...
You may find them there.
They will think... you mean to kill them.
I can tell you no more... the pain!
It is... too much.
Please... fulfill... your promise...
Magic... will not work against... the curse!
Ahh!
You must end it!
No!
No!!
He must not see me like this!
I... rrr!!
Thank you.
Thank you.
I only... want him to be at peace.
He is... a good man.
I want him to be at peace...
He is a good man.
Please do not... let him suffer thinking of me.
I will be... soon enough.
I just... want him to be at peace.
Yes, just scant days ago.
So you know what happened to us.
They...
I am cursed, turned into this creature.
The curse, it... it burns in me!
You certainly look like a werewolf to me.
No, I've met no Dalish on my travels.
Your keeper, Zathrian, is the one who sent me here.
That's not important right now.
No, I've met no other Dalish recently.
I need you to answer some questions.
I can try to bring you back to the Dalish for help.
You're heavily wounded.
Let me try to heal you.
Your keeper is the one who asked me to venture here.
No, not any more.
I do.
Have you seen him?
Answer my questions, first.
No.
You'll die soon enough. <act>Leave her</act>
Very well.
I will end your pain. <act>Kill her</act>
I need answers, first.
Please, you must help me!
No, I can't promise that.
Very well.
I promise.
So be it. <act>Kill her</act>
No!
I still have questions!
There must be some way to heal you!
I can't do that.
I will take you back to the camp.
I don't have time for that.
Very well.
I will do it.
I spoke to Athras.
He worries about you.
But you're <emp>not</emp> dead.
You are a Dalish who has already become a werewolf, then?
What?
Who... wh-who comes?
We were sent to find Witherfang... bring his heart... attacked...
I-- <desc>He falls unconscious.</desc>
The elf does not seem infected.
Can it not be healed?
<desc>There is no resistance as you cover the hunter's mouth and nose.
Within a few moments, he is dead.</desc>
<desc>The hunter's armor has been all but ripped to shreds.
His bow is missing, but he still possesses a blood-encrusted blade and most of his arrows.</desc>
<desc>The hunter also still possesses his boots as well as a belt pouch with various small personal items in it, including a small figurine carved from bone.</desc>
<desc>You divest the body of all its undamaged equipment.</desc>
You... healed me... with magic?
I suppose you must have.
Thank you.
I only vaguely remember you finding me.
I am very lucky that you did, I think.
You are... human, obviously.
It is strange to receive aid from a human, but I am grateful.
You are... a child of the stone, obviously.
Thank you for your help.
You are elven, obviously, but not Dalish.
Thank you for helping me.
You are...
Dalish yourself, though I do not recognize you.
Thank you, friend.
That would be wise.
I must speak with the keeper.
I... have nothing to offer you that is of value.
Should you find my people, I am certain the keeper might... reward you?
That is really all I can think of.
Certainly you deserve something.
No, I am certain I can make it safely back to my people alone.
But thank you for the offer.
We were in the forest searching for Witherfang.
We found traces, but made no sighting of the beast itself.
We were not a day into the forest when we were ambushed by a group of werewolves.
We did not expect them to be so cunning.
I managed to crawl away during battle.
I... expect the others are dead.
At least I was not bitten.
I am just a simply hunter of my clan, Deygan of the Dalish.
Obviously my clan must know of you.
Might I ask who you are? 
A pleasure to make your acquaintance, then.
A Grey Warden?
Indeed?
I am impressed... and grateful.
As you wish.
I'll certainly not question your motives.
You are... the same one who woke me before, correct?
If you had not happened by, I surely would have perished.
<desc>A few shakes and the elven hunter starts to come to.
Some water appears to help as his eyes flutter open.</desc>
I... wh-where am I?
Am I still in the woods?
I see.
I... ahh!
What of... the other hunters?
Do they yet live?
That is... kind of you to say.
Stop!
He should be healed or brought back to his people!
P-please, just... bring me back to... <desc>He falls unconscious once more.</desc>
<desc>You cover the hunter's mouth and nose with your hands.
His eyes go wide and he struggles weakly, but within moments, he falls unconscious and quickly dies.</desc>
Yes... the keeper, he can... <desc>groans</desc>.
I... <desc>He falls unconscious once more.</desc>
Traces only.
We did not see the great wolf itself... before the werewolves attacked.
No, nothing.
Only... traces of the wolf... we never saw it... before the werewolves attacked.
We... we were beset upon by... a pack of werewolves.
Savages... not like the ones who... attacked the camp.
We tried our best, but... too many... ahhh, the pain!
I... <desc>He falls unconscious once more.</desc>
My... my name is Deygan.
I am Dalish.
There... there should be a camp nearby.
I hope that they found safety... though it seems unlikely.
Ah...
A sad day for my people, then.
<desc>His wounds are deep and some are still bleeding heavily... the result of an attack by creatures with large claws.
He does not appear to have any bite marks.</desc>
<desc>The elven hunter lies on the ground, bleeding from his wounds.
His breathing is ragged and shallow, and he will not survive much longer.</desc>
<desc>It is obvious from the pallor of the Dalish hunter's skin and his stillness that he is quite dead.</desc>
Greetings again, my friend.
I should thank you again for your help.
I don't want your efforts to go unrewarded.
Here is a gem I traded for when I was amongst the outsiders.
I don't want you to go unrewarded for your efforts.
Here is a gem that the keeper gave my father long ago.
I am happy to pass it on to a fellow Dalish.
Then take it, with the blessings of the gods I hope.
And now I am afraid I must rest.
The keeper says I am not yet fully recovered, after all.
I wish you well, my friend.
You wish me to keep it?
Then you are truly generous.
Thank you again.
I... have nothing.
You... did not?
You are sure?
That figurine was a gift from my mother and is irreplaceable.
Everything else I had is nothing compared to that.
Ah.
Thank you.
I wish you had not attempted to lie to me, but at least you are honest enough to return it.
I appreciate that.
Good day to you.
You... lost it?
I see.
Then I suppose that is that.
Good day to you.
I see.
Well then.
The keeper says I need to rest, so I should go and do that.
Good day to you.
Ahhh, then the beasts must have taken it.
That is too bad.
It was a gift from my mother, you see, and is irreplaceable.
The keeper says I must rest, as I am not fully healed, so I should be off.
Good luck to you!
Could I have it back?
That figurine was a gift from my mother and is irreplaceable.
Everything else I had is nothing compared to that.
Oh, wonderful!
I was so fearful that I might have lost this!
Greetings to you, friend.
I understand I have you to thank for my rescue from the forest?
Ahhh, the pain!
Ahhh, it burns!
You're badly wounded.
What happened to you?
<act>Leave the hunter where he is.</act>
<act>Kill him while he is unconscious.</act>
<act>Let him live.</act>
<act>Kill him anyway.</act>
<act>Take the hunter back to the Dalish camp.</act>
<act>Check the hunter's equipment.</act>
<act>Loot his equipment.</act>
<act>Cast a healing spell on him.</act>
You should head back to your camp.
That's it?
No reward for saving your life?
Do you want me to come with you?
Tell me what happened.
Just someone who is willing to help.
I am <FirstName/> of the Grey Wardens.
<act>Try to revive him for questioning.</act>
I think I'll ask the questions here, if you don't mind.
Yes, this is still the Brecilian Forest.
I think they're fine.
They got away.
That's all I needed to know. <act>Kill him</act>
I should get you back to the camp.
Did you find any trace of Witherfang?
Did you find anything of interest in the forest?
I don't know.
I haven't seen them.
If you mean the bodies I found, then no.
They died.
<act>Examine him.</act>
<act>Leave the body where it is.</act>
<act>Take the body back to the Dalish camp.</act>
That'll do, yes.
It's not necessary.
Keep it, I insist.
No, I didn't.
Sorry.
I figure it's the least reward I deserve, don't I?
I didn't realize that.
Here, take it back then.
Regardless, I don't have it anymore.
I said I didn't find it.
I did, actually.
Of course.
Here you go, by all means.
Sorry, I don't have it anymore.
Yes, that's me.
We are invaded!
Intruders have deceived their way into the forest's heart!
Fall back to the ruins!
Protect the Lady!
Stop!
Brothers and sisters, be at ease!
We do not wish any more of our people hurt.
I ask you this now, outsider: are you willing to parley?
But why?
The Lady believes that you may not be aware of everything you should, and has asked to speak with you.
Hrrr, that was different.
The Lady believes that the Dalish have not told you everything, so she has asked that you be brought to her.
On the contrary, the Lady believes that you may not be aware of everything you should be, so she has asked that you are brought to her.
Not with me.
I have been sent to you on behalf of the Lady.
She believes that you may not be aware of everything you should be.
She means you no harm, provided your willingness to parley in peace is an honest one.
Then it seems we are done.
The die is cast, so be it.
Follow me.
But I warn you, if you break your promise and harm her, I will come back from the Fade itself to see you pay.
She is not Witherfang.
But she can tell you of Witherfang, if you ask.
But first you must agree to parley.
Swiftrunner did not think it would matter.
The Lady disagrees, and since you have forced your way this far, we must acquiesce to her wishes.
We would not let her.
We will protect our Lady to our last breath.
It may yet come to pass that you will kill the rest of us, but until then we will not chance her coming to harm.
What would be the point?
You have already proven your strength.
We have no wish to anger you further.
I am merely another of the cursed who guards the entrance to our sanctum.
I have been sent to parley.
I've come for Witherfang's heart, nothing less.
Like you parleyed with the Dalish?
Parley?
Talking will accomplish nothing.
We are talking right now, aren't we?
So talk.
Forget it.
I'm not about to trust any of you.
Then take me to this Lady.
Is your Lady Witherfang?
If you were willing to talk, why didn't you earlier?
So why doesn't this Lady come and speak to me herself?
And how do I know I won't be walking into another ambush?
Hrrrrm... what manner of beast be thee that comes before this elder tree?
Hrrrm.
A were, thou say'st?
How can this be?
I sense no curse inside of thee.
Could it be instead a lie?
There is no need.
Why even try?
Ahhh, a child of the deeper stone.
I should have heard it in thy tone.
The woods have never been thy home, 'tis far beneath the earth you roam.
Ahhh, yes, I remember thee.
Long ago, the elves roamed free, their numbers few and passing fast until one eve we saw their last.
Ahhhh, yes, I remember thy kind.
So brief of life and all but blind to the peril you cause, the lives you take, such chaos is sown within thy wake.
Allow me a moment to welcome thee.
I am called the Grand Oak, sometimes the Elder Tree.
And unless thou thinkst it far too soon, might I ask of thee a boon?
As thou dost wish it, so it must be.
A safe journey do I wish for thee.
I can only speak to what a tree may see.
It may not help you, but it is enough for me.
Shall we speak of other things?
Or wait for what the morning brings?
I have but one acorn: my child, my seed.
It has been stolen, a vile deed.
I cannot leave, for I am bound, and thus I beg the thief be found.
In the center of the forest the weres do dwell, or so go the tales my fellows tell.
But they cannot be followed there; the forest doth protect the weres.
Perform the boon as I ask and I shall reward thee for the task.
Perhaps weres use magic to command the trees?
All I know is they move as they please.
Most of what was is overgrown, leaving only broken stone.
Perhaps some ruins remain free of rot.
I know not where, I see them not.
A great war perhaps, I cannot tell.
I was not here when it befell.
But many deaths here, all the same, and with the deaths the spirits came.
The spirits entered corpse and tree and most went mad as thou canst see.
The forest had a spirit of its own, from back when its first seeds were sown.
Perhaps she died of grief that day, or perhaps she simply went away.
Or perhaps the weres are the ones to blame, for the day she left is the day they came.
I speak as clearly as I see.
Plainer than this I cannot be.
That is but a human name, one placed upon this land, their claim.
A claim they stole from ancient elves, whom they first killed, and were killed themselves.
It was the elves who planted the seeds, raised the forest, saw to its needs.
But that was all... so long ago.
That they are dead is all I know.
I have but one desire, to solve a matter very dire: as I slept one early morn, a thief did come and steal an acorn.
That is the thief, the one I seek.
It is he who rendered my future bleak.
All I have is my being, my seed.
Without it I am alone indeed.
I cannot go and seek it out; yet I shall die if left without.
Then I feel I shall perish soon.
I shall not see another moon.
Go to the east to find this man.
I shall await, do what thou can.
Hrrrrrm.
My wooden skin has some magic, see, and part of it I can give to thee.
Without my will, the wood is still.
Pray, why wouldst thou kill a tree for nothing that's of use to thee?
Thou dares to threaten me with flame?!
For what now comes I am not to blame!
The forest would see thee as a tree, and so no harm would come to thee.
Willst thou then perform the task?
Willst thou save me as I ask?
It was stolen by a human man, deep within these woods he ran.
Would'st that I could travel there, I'd teach the fool to soon beware!
A hermit, is he?
And mad, as well?
It may be that one, I cannot tell.
My joy soars to new heights indeed!
I am reunited with my seed!
This cannot pass without reward; I shall give what little I can afford.
Keep this branch of mine with thee, and pass throughout the forest free.
I wish thee well, my mortal friend.
Thou brought my sadness to an end.
May the sunlight find you, thy days be long, thy winters kind, and thy roots be strong.
As I promised, here it be.
I hope its magic pleases thee.
Keep this branch of mine with thee, and pass throughout the forest free.
I do not know.
Why dost thou not?
Thy words seem plain, a mundane lot.
Perhaps a poet's soul's in me...
Does that make me a poet tree? <desc>Chuckles</desc>
It was but a simple jest, a jibe to entertain my guest.
I am an elder oak and nothing more, though once I dreamt of a time before, when I roamed the world and howled with pain, not of this world but twixt and twain.
Perhaps I was a spirit then?
A wandering thing drawn to this glen?
But then that spirit joined with a tree; since then, a tree is all I be.
Of the sylvans, this is true: they are quite mad, their virtues few.
A spirit trapped within a tree, no mouth to scream or eyes to see.
A cage of bark, a prison wood, a thing of rage where nature stood.
So twisted sylvan they become, but I am not the same as some.
I accept my fated oaken home, I feel no need to rage and roam.
And what willst thou do?
Willst thou see thy contract through?
This thief has stolen my precious acorn.
I will have it back, this I have sworn.
I have nothing to give, and less reason to live.
Do as thou wilst, my mortal friend.
If today I die, then so I end.
How do I speak?
The same as you.
I form the words and sound them true.
Now I have answered a query of thine, but thou hast yet to answer mine.
Why hast thou returned so soon?
Hast thou changed thy mind about the boon?
My acorn is still gone, so I pray to thee... hast thou any news for me?
Then continue thy search, I beg of thee.
Injustice reigns when thieves run free.
Then there is naught for me to do but perish as the mortals do.
I have nothing he desires, I dread, or he would have taken that instead.
Greetings to thee, once again.
Thou hast not yet left the forest, then?
Can't you see me?
I am a werewolf.
Very well.
I am a dwarf.
Very well.
I am an elf.
Very well.
I am a human.
Can't you see me?
I am a dwarf.
Can't you see me?
I am an elf.
Can't you see me?
I am a human.
I would like to know more of this forest.
I want to talk about your boon.
Where can I find Witherfang's lair?
Is there any other way to get to the center of the forest?
Why do the trees protect them?
Is there anything around here of note?
What happened here to make the forest like this?
Why is it called the Brecilian Forest, exactly?
There were elves who lived here?
What's this boon you mentioned?
Is this the acorn you're talking about?
I think the hermit mentioned an acorn.
An acorn?
No, I'm not interested in helping you.
Very well, I will help you.
I could look for your acorn.
What's in it for me?
I think it's better if I just kill you. <act>Attack</act>
I would prefer you helped me find Witherfang.
I could just take your wood if I wanted it.
Fair enough.
I'll just go, then.
I say hand over some of your wood before I burn you down!
We'll see about that. <act>Attack</act>
What good will your wood do me?
That sounds like a fine reward.
Where would I find this thief?
A human man deep in the forest?
Do you mean that mad hermit?
Is this the acorn you seek?
Why do you speak in rhymes?
A poet tree.
Yes, I get it.
What... are you, exactly?
It just seems that the other trees are far more hostile.
I have come to kill you.
The hermit wants you dead.
Of course I will. <act>Attack the tree</act>
No, I just thought you should know.
Could I ask you about the forest?
Well, I hope you find it.
What if I found your acorn for you?
What's this about your acorn?
I've heard enough.
Let's end this here. <act>Attack</act>
Perhaps it's best if I just kill you. <act>Attack</act>
I have your acorn here.
Not unless you give me a better reason not to.
Then let us end it here. <act>Attack the tree</act>
How is it you can talk?
No, but apparently the hermit wants you dead.
No, nothing yet.
I no longer wish to look for it.
Give me my reward anyhow, before I burn you down.
I'll help you along with that. <act>Attack</act>
The hermit has your acorn, but he won't give it to me.
I'll do my best to get it back, then.
<desc>Once again you end up at the beginning of the path.
The forest is somehow keeping you from reaching its center.</desc>
Well, that was productive.
We are once again no further along.
Perhaps we should seek another way inside?
No, brute force is not the key.
Something magical is denying us entry into the center of the forest.
We should find another way.
No... we're back at the beginning.
I'm sure about it.
Obviously something is keeping us from finding our way through.
We're back here again!
So what do we need to do?
Is it magic that is keeping us from getting through the path?
Why did we try this again when it failed the first time?
The definition of insanity is to keep performing the same action and yet expecting different results.
Perhaps we should find another way.
Back here again.
Huh.
Maybe it's time to start going in a straight line, right through the blasted trees!
Yes, let's just keep going down the path.
Whatever force is turning us around is bound to get bored eventually, right?
<desc>After spending some time on the path, it seems you have returned to where you started.</desc>
I may just be stupid, but isn't this right where we started?
We could barely see our way.
Did we get turned around?
I could have sworn this is where we started.
Hmph.
Usually that doesn't happen until at least my eighth tankard.
We did not reach the end of the path.
Somehow it... turned about, and now we are again at the beginning.
How bizarre.
<desc>Sigh</desc> And now we're back at the beginning.
Is it my imagination, or are we back at the beginning of the path?
That... was odd.
Did you feel that?
We got turned around somehow.
We're right back where we started, at the first part of the path.
I do not think we made any progress.
We could barely see our way through the mist, and now we are back at the beginning again.
Wait.
We are back at the beginning of the path.
The forest, it seems, does not wish us to reach wherever the path leads.
How protective.
Oh dear, oh dear!
Not a werewolf and not a spirit, even, what are the woods coming to?
Questions, questions, always questions!
They say it was questions that made me mad; will it do the same for you?
Ask a question and you'll get a question, but give an answer and you'll receive the same!
Oh, I do so love to trade!
!!
That is not a question!
And if it be an answer, it be an answer to a question I've not asked!
Have you no sense for the rules?
Wouldn't I have to ask you a question first?
Would you know a question if it was asked?
Do you see anything that might stop you?
But those are the rules!
A question for a question, an answer for an answer!
Were you not listening?
Aaah!
Ahh!
Not fair, not fair!
This is completely against the rules!
And again you break the rules!
Bah!
Bah, I say!
Why does anyone talk to you if you don't even know the rules?!
I think it is your turn to ask, is it not?
Oh no?
Well, you just let me know if you change your mind.
Run along and tell <emp>them</emp> whatever you wish...
I intend to keep digging!
No?
Well, how about I ask you something, then, hmmm?
That horrible talking oak... you were the one who killed it, weren't you?
Admit it!
Because it's my rules! rules!
Ha, ha!
So... did you do it?
Are you a tree killer?
A murderer of oaks?
A silencer of rhymes?
Yes, I live here and it's not as bad as you think.
Where else to go, eh?
I must stay away from <emp>them</emp>!
They are out there and looking.
They will take your secrets, oh yes.
All of them and leave you empty!
No!
Nothing!
All gone!
No more trading!
The store is closed!
La-la-la!
I still have the book.
It's not missing <emp>too</emp> many pages.
I still have the helmet, if you like.
You'll have to clean it, though.
I still have the acorn, if you want it.
Of course!
The acorn and the helmet both, naturally.
Oh, yes, I still have the acorn and that old book, oh yes.
Oh, yes, yes.
I still have that old helmet and the book.
Mmm-hmmm.
Let's see...
I'll trade you an acorn, a helmet I found, or a book I finished reading years ago.
Provided you have something interesting in return.
Hmph.
Well that's your business, then, isn't it?
I still answered your question and now it's my turn again.
And what do you have to trade for the book?
And what do you have to trade for the helmet?
Oho!
And what do you have to trade for the acorn?
A-ha!
Boots!
Yes, good!
My feet are freezing!
Give me that!
Eh?
I once had a ring like that.
This one's shiny, still.
Yes, I'll take it.
Give me that!
Ooh.
Warm.
Warm enough to keep my neck from freezing on a cold night when the mice are biting at the toes!
Give me that!
Ooh!
Shiny!
I could lure a few ravens with that pretty!
I'll be feasting for weeks!
Months, even!
Hee, hee!
Give me that!
Oh my!
My, my, my!
Shiny!
And rare, too!
That will do just fine.
Give me that!
Songs?
What kind of songs?
Learning a good song or two might keep the mice away at night.
Give me that!
Elven history, you say?
Hmmmm.
That might make for good reading by the moonlight.
Or it'll be better than using leaves.
Give me that!
There!
Now that's done.
What else have you got on your agenda, hmm?
Coin? <desc>Scoffs</desc> What possible use could I have with coin?
Do you see a moneychanger about?
Ahhhhhh... suddenly it all becomes clear.
You here, that talking tree there, it all makes sense now.
As a matter of fact, yes, I do have that tree's acorn.
I stole it and it was easy.
Silly tree should have locked it up tighter!
If you want it, you'll have to trade me for it.
And nothing from that silly tree... no leaves or branches or anything.
Too many spirits, that's the problem of this forest.
And all the curses and the angry wolfmen who howl enough to drive you... to madness.
And you yell at them but they run and hide deep within the center of the forest, and the trees protect them.
There's a way to fool the trees, of course.
Trees are thick, wooden things, after all.
Easily fooled if you know how.
Oh my, now that's quite a question.
I think that answer deserves something a little extra first, don't you?
I stole something from an oak tree some time ago and it won't stop pestering me for it back.
Would you be so good as to turn it into firewood, or something equally dead?
Oh, just some large, talking, rhyming oak tree that's missing its acorn now.
He's far off to the southwest, deep within the forest.
Rather hard to miss.
I will, indeed!
After all, why not?
It's up to you, however, time to move on!
It's up to you, yes indeedy.
Your choice!
Time to move on now!
Just what I said.
That's what I stole, after all, weren't you listening?
So the oak needs to be chopped down.
You know of it?
Good, that makes this much easier.
Yes, that's the one.
Since you've already gone and killed that nasty old oak tree--I saw the splinters and even did a little jig to celebrate--maybe I'll just tell you.
The secret to getting by the trees... and listen close, now... is to make them think you're one of the wolfmen!
Tee, hee, hee!
Isn't that a grand idea?
I know what you're thinking: "My teeth are flat, and I'm not nearly hairy enough where it counts for anyone to think I'm a wolfman!" So true!
I have the solution to that!
I can make you smell like a wolfman!
Enough like one to fool some stupid tree.
And you only need to bring me a werewolf skin.
Good, you do that.
Time to move on!
That's a terrible thing to say to someone who you need to cast a spell on you.
I could turn you into a toad?
That wouldn't be comfortable.
No, no, no.
Simply one will do, though it will be used up when I cast the spell.
If you need it cast again afterwards, naturally I'll need a new skin.
Did I stutter?
Yes, of course!
Unless you can convince one to drop his skin and run around naked forevermore!
Hee.
Oh, I know what you're thinking: "I'm short, and my teeth aren't <emp>nearly</emp> sharp enough for anyone to mistake me as a wolfman!" So true!
Oh, I know what you're thinking: "I'm far too pretty and not half hairy enough; how could I ever be mistaken for a wolfman?" So true!
It's where the wolfmen have their lair, but the trees will block the path.
Who am I?
Why do you want to know?
Did <emp>they</emp> send you?
Did <emp>they</emp> tell you to ask?
Oh, oh, oh!
Did they tell you pretend to be an innocent stranger, with a head full of fluff and nothing?
I'm trickier than I look!
Ha, ha!
I survive still, and the trees they leave me be!
Ha, ha!
I've won! <emp>They</emp> will never find me!
Never!
That's good; I like hearing that!
Never find me never.
But that's all I have to say about that.
An answer for an answer, there you go!
Oh, I see.
You're going to report to <emp>them</emp> now, are you?
Fine.
Good bye!
Then I would hide again!
Ha, ha!
The forest... it would get them first, it would! <emp>They</emp> will never find me, never!
Ha, ha!
So you did!
But I'm watching you!
If <emp>they</emp> sent you, I'll know!
Do you know a better way to live in a forest like this? <desc>Laughs</desc>
Ahhh!
Damnation!
Caught by my own rules!
May I?
Oh, yes, I think I might!
Hmmm.
Have you... ever been in love?
Oh?
How boring.
Maybe they didn't send you after all.
That's a bit of a relief, isn't it?
All right, then, if you still have something to ask, ask away.
The same as any other question.
Have you been in love?
Simple!
Have you ever seen the Grand Cathedral of Val Royeaux?
Drat!
I've always wondered what it looked like.
Oh, well, it was worth a question.
Your turn!
Oh, really?
Was it nice?
Mmm?
Oh, yes, indeed you are correct.
Drat!
Ah!
That's my business, isn't it?
Have you seen it or not?!
What is your relationship with your father?
Hmmmn.
Interesting, most interesting.
So that means that you did indeed have a father!
Ha!
I knew I would trip you up sooner or later!
Ah!
Now now, it's just a simple question.
And it is <emp>my</emp> turn, after all.
Let's see... do you have knowledge of the arcane arts?
Oh, well, that's disappointing.
But wait!
What if you are lying?!
A-ha!
You thought to scamper away without suspicion, did you?
Well I'm on to you!
A-ha!
I knew that!
Or did I?
I forget now.
But if you are a mage, that means... that means that <emp>they</emp> sent you!
Ha!
Or does it?
Drat!
If I could tell I wouldn't have to ask you, now, would I?
Do you have the knowledge or not?
Hmmm... where were you born?
Hmmm.
So you say.
Fiendishly clever of you to maintain this facade for so long.
But I will see through it yet!
Mark my words!
Now... what shall be the first?
Oh yes!
What is your name?
A-ha!
So you claim!
They sent you, didn't they?
But you're too tricky, and you're trying to fool me!
Well, I'm onto you!
Just so you know.
But it is your turn to ask now.
Ask!
Ask away!
I dare you!
Then you don't get to ask me anything either!
So there!
Ha!
I say <emp>hah</emp>!!
You don't fool me!
They sent you, didn't they?!
Well I won't let you take me!!
Now, let's see.
Ah yes, I know!
That horrible talking oak... you were the one who killed it, weren't you?
Haven't I asked enough questions about you?
I think I have.
You bore me now.
Good bye!
I don't know.
Are you mocking me?
Mayhap I did and mayhap I didn't!
Have you come to claim it back?
Oh, what fun!
But we are getting ahead of ourselves already.
Mayhap I did and mayhap I didn't!
It doesn't matter, oh no!
That dried-up old rhyming stick has been snapped in two!
But we are getting ahead of ourselves!
What's this now?
You again?!
Why don't you go away?!
So you have, so you have.
Nice, too.
Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a pair of slippers?
No?
Well, let's see what I can do with this, then.
And here you are... just keep it with you, and the trees will let you into the center of the forest.
Remember: the trick will fool trees, but not anyone with a pair of eyes.
And don't lose it...
I might not remember that spell a second time.
Anyhow, that's it!
That's all there is!
Off you go!
Have fun with the wolfmen!
You just watch your manners!
I've only so much blood in this frail body of mine and I intend to keep it there!
Hmph.
Stealing!
From me, of all people!
I hope you're happy with yourself!
Have you anything interesting to say?
Then I'll stand over here, away from your grubby hands, thank you very much!
What's this, now?
Are you aware that you killed that bloody oak that has been irritating me for weeks, now?
Hah!
There's no need to be so modest.
Let's see, there must be some reward I could give you...
Oh, I know.
Have you been to the center of the forest, yet?
It's quite the sight.
Grand place for a picnic.
Hmph.
Let me think.
There must be something you might be interested in...
You've destroyed that annoying oak.
No, no denying it.
I saw the splinters and danced a merry jig!
It's good to be free from that annoying tree.
I suppose that means you'll want to hear about the secret to fooling the trees, yes?
Let's see... do I remember?
Oh, yes, now I do.
You're a robber is what you are! <emp>They</emp> sent you, didn't they?
Well, I'll show you! <emp>They</emp> won't get away with this!
Hold on, old man, I want to ask you a few things.
Hold on, human.
I have some questions for you.
What are you babbling on about?
Or I could just kill you.
I really just want the Grand Oak's acorn.
You're quite mad, obviously.
You... want me to answer a question?
I'd rather ask the questions, myself.
Isn't that a question?
Is there something to stop me from killing you?
Stop answering every question with a question!
I think I'd rather just kill you. <act>Attack</act>
I'm not going to put up with this nonsense.
Then... would you like to ask me a question?
I don't have anything to ask.
Hey!
Why do you get two questions in a row!
So you live in this stump?
I'll just take it off your dead body. <act>Attack</act>
I want to trade for the book.
I want to trade for the helmet.
I want to trade for the acorn.
I've changed my mind.
I'm not interested.
How about these leather boots?
How about this silver ring I found in the ruins?
How about this scarf?
How about this Dalish pendant?
How about this halla horn amulet?
How about this book of songs?
How about this book on elven history?
How about some gold coin?
An acorn?
Is that the Grand Oak's acorn?
Do you have the Grand Oak's acorn?
How do I enter the center of the forest?
And how do you fool them?
Which oak tree are you talking about?
And in return you'll help me?
I'm not going to kill some oak tree because you ask me to.
What do you mean by 'missing its acorn'?
Are you talking about the rhyming oak?
How about you do it now and I don't kill you?
Do we each need a skin of our own?
You want me to kill a werewolf?
Is that where the werewolves fled?
No, they will never find you.
It's time to kill you. <act>Attack the hermit</act>
Do you want to ask me another question?
And what if I tell them you're here?
<emp>I</emp> found you.
You're mad!
That's a lot of questions.
You'd better have some answers.
Who's "they"?
Yes, I'm in love right now, I think.
Yes, I have been.
In the past.
No, I've never been in love.
I'm not going to answer that!
Now what kind of a question is that?
No, of course not.
Val Royeaux is a thousand miles away!
Yes, I have.
Imagine that.
Isn't it my question now?
Why would you even want to know that?
I never knew my father.
My father is dead.
My father and I get along just fine.
My father exiled me from Orzammar, if you must know.
I'm not going to tell you anything about my father.
With my father?
What kind of sick--
Can't you tell?
I'm not telling you where I was born!
I was born in the town of Highever, far to the east.
I was born amongst my people, the Dalish.
I was born in the city of Denerim, actually.
I was born in the town of Denerim.
I was born on my family estate in the north.
I was born in Orzammar, of course.
My name is Winifred.
My name is Alfred.
I'm not telling you my name!
So be it, then.
Then I'll just have to kill you! <act>Attack</act>
No, it wasn't me.
I don't know.
Is it worth a reward?
Yes I was, actually.
Are you mocking me?
I should certainly hope so.
A madman hiding in the forest?
Who are you?
Wait, are you the thief who took the Grand Oak's acorn?
I brought a werewolf skin for you.
I'll get you eventually! <act>Attack the hermit again</act>
No, I didn't do that.
Oh?
Is that worth a reward to you?
Of course I'm aware of that.
<desc>It appears someone has dug a hole beneath the stump, leading to a tiny and filthy cave of sorts.
Obviously, the hermit sleeps in there.</desc>
<desc>There also appears to be a small cubby-hole within the body of the trunk itself.
It is filled with mud, twigs, and other debris.</desc>
Hold on, you!
That's private property!
That's an old man's home, that is!
Keep out! <emp>Keep out</emp>!
<desc>You try to squeeze into the small opening, but it is too small for even a child to fit into.
How the hermit enters is a mystery.</desc>
<desc>You put your hand into the mud and feel around.
You find something and grab onto it.</desc>
<desc>You feel something else moving around in the mud and it stabs your hand painfully as you yank your prize out...</desc>
<desc>You feel something moving around in the mud, but you yank your prize out too quickly for it to touch you...</desc>
<desc>You examine the cubby-hole once more.
The smell from the small cave below is as foul as ever.</desc>
Ahhh!
Don't you have any manners whatsoever?
Were you raised by a rodent?!
<desc>There is nothing in the trunk that appears worthy of your time.</desc>
<act>Leave the tree stump alone.</act>
<act>Try to enter the small cave.</act>
<act>Reach into the cubby-hole.</act>
Hrrr.
The watch-wolves have spoken truly, my brothers and sisters.
The Dalish send a human, of all things, to repay us for our attack, to put us in our place.
What bitter irony.
You speak to Swiftrunner.
I lead my cursed brothers and sisters.
Hrrrr.
Turn back now, go back to the Dalish and tell them that you have failed.
Hrrr.
Tell them we will gladly watch them suffer the same curse we have suffered for too long.
We will watch them pay!
You think we would help you find the great wolf?
You think we would let you kill him?
Then you are a fool!
Hrrr.
Come, brothers and sisters.
Swiftrunner calls you to battle!
Drive this invader from our midst!
No, there shall be no talk!
You invade our forest and you insult us with your talk!
Was it not Zathrian who sent you?
Hrrrr.
He wishes only our destruction, never to talk!
Witherfang is the first and the eldest.
This forest is his home, and you will never see him.
If you are lucky.
And instead we have ripped out theirs!
Their threats are empty, as are yours!
We are done speaking.
Hrrr.
I know why you seek him and it is not to speak!
We are done speaking!
The first of us.
If there are others of his kind elsewhere, we know nothing of them.
The time for peace is long past.
There will be no peace between the elves and we who are cursed.
You know nothing, do you?
Nothing of us and even less of those you serve.
You are a fool, and we are done talking.
Run from the forest while you can.
Run to the Dalish and tell them they are doomed.
I do not wish to fight you.
But our enemy has sent you to us, and now you force our hand.
I do not wish to fight you, either, but we cannot trust you.
Hrrr.
We have never met, he and I.
He would not survive the experience, I swear it.
That we do.
How dare they send you here against us!
Turn and leave, while you still have the chance!
We are.
I regret only that we did not inflict every single one of them with the curse that night.
Hrrr.
I suspect you lie, but perhaps you are wise.
If you lie, then the forest itself shall deal with you.
It has eyes of its own and it cares for us.
You have been warned.
We are not afraid of you!
Hrrr!
Come, brothers and sisters!
We fight!
Hrrr.
Very well.
I will not risk throwing my people at you like unthinking brutes.
Come, brothers and sisters, let us retreat.
The forest has eyes of its own, and it will deal with intruders as it always has.
Hrrr!
So the elves wish the great wolf slain?
That is to be their revenge?
Do you take us for fools?
Hrrr.
We know you come from their camp outside the forest.
No doubt the old keeper himself sent you.
We are beasts, but we are no longer simple and mindless.
Let that thought chill your spine.
The Dalish send a dwarf, of all things, to put us in our place.
They send a dwarf to make us pay for our attack.
Another of the Dalish, come to put us in our place, come to make us pay for our attack.
We do not care why you are here.
You intrude in our forest and you are not welcome, elf.
It makes no difference to us.
One elf is as good as another, especially when they are dead.
Enough!
The forest has eyes of its own and it shall deal with you!
You have been warned!
The forest has not been vigilant enough.
Still you come.
You are stronger than we could have anticipated.
The Dalish chose well.
But you do not belong here, outsider.
Leave this place!
Hrrr.
You are an intruder in our home!
You come to kill, as all your kind do!
We have learned this lesson well.
Here Witherfang protects us.
Here we learn our names and are beloved!
We will defend Witherfang and this place with our lives!
<desc>Howls</desc> Then we fight!
With our blood and our very lives we will defend our home!
You came even though we warned you not to.
You are as treacherous as the Dalish.
We will not allow harm to come to Witherfang!
Hrrr.
You are sent by the treacherous Dalish to kill Witherfang!
I will not stand by and allow that to happen!
I do not believe you.
I will not risk believing you.
Hrrr.
You know nothing about him.
And I am not about to enlighten you.
And they deserved no less!
And who are you supposed to be?
Out of my way, unless you can tell me where Witherfang is.
I would prefer to talk to you.
I mean you no harm.
Tell me more about this curse of yours.
I want to know more about this wolf, Witherfang.
You should warn him that the Dalish want his heart.
I would like to meet with him to parley.
So he was the first werewolf?
Is there no way this can be resolved peacefully?
But you're the one who attacked the Dalish first.
Why do you hate the Dalish so much?
You attacked his clan, why should he not retaliate?
I don't want to fight, but neither can I retreat.
I'm going nowhere.
You talk of Zathrian as if you know him.
I have nothing else to ask.
Why, exactly?
Why do you hate him so much?
You sound as if you hate the Dalish a great deal.
You're the werewolves who ambushed the Dalish, then?
Then I'll turn around and go.
No reason to fight.
Begone, beast, or suffer the consequences.
I'm here to kill Witherfang, that's all.
I am no servant of the Dalish.
You speak?
I thought werewolves were savage beasts.
That is not why I'm here.
I'm no Dalish elf, or can't you tell?
Why won't you let me try to settle this dispute?
I'm not going anywhere without Witherfang's heart.
Then come and fight or get out of my way!
You don't actually expect me to leave, do you?
I want to know why you attacked me last time.
I've no intention of harming Witherfang.
I want to talk.
Why?
What is Witherfang to you, exactly?
Is he your leader?
And what will you do to stop me, exactly?
I've already proven myself stronger than you.
Why do you call the Dalish treacherous?
You attacked them.
<desc>The altar is plain and covered in a thin layer of dust.
Numerous carvings cover its surface, but most are eroded beyond legibility.</desc>
<desc>You kneel uncertainly before the altar and say a simple prayer.
Nothing appears to happen.</desc>
<desc>You kneel uncertainly before the altar and say a prayer to your dwarven ancestors.
Nothing appears to happen.</desc>
<desc>You kneel uncertainly before the altar and say a prayer to the elven gods, especially the All-Father.
Nothing appears to happen.</desc>
<desc>You kneel before the altar and pray.
The water inside the jug suddenly begins boiling and bubbling until gas jets out of it into the air...</desc>
<desc>You kneel before the altar and pray, touching your forehead to the ground as depicted on the tablet.
Nothing happens.</desc>
<desc>You kneel before the altar and pray, touching your forehead to the ground as depicted on the tablet.
You feel a sense of rightness and approval around you.</desc>
<desc>You leave a few coins upon the altar.
Immediately, you get the strong sensation that this is wrong, and without knowing why you take the coins back.</desc>
<desc>You take the earthen jug.
Nothing is on the altar, now.</desc>
<desc>The water in the jug is cool and surprisingly clean.
You replace the empty jug on the altar.</desc>
<desc>The water in the jug is cool and surprisingly clean.
You replace the empty jug on the altar.
A moment later you begin feeling very odd...</desc>
<desc>You take a sip from the water in the jug and replace it on the altar.
Immediately the water begins to boil, until gas jets out into the air.</desc>
<desc>You carefully take a sip from the water in the jug and then replace it on the altar.</desc>
<desc>The water spills over the altar, dribbling down its sides until it disappears into cracks in the floor.</desc>
<desc>You place the filled jug back onto the altar.
Suddenly the water within boils and bubbles and gas jets out of it...</desc>
<desc>The filled jug is now on top of the altar.</desc>
<desc>The empty jug is now on top of the altar.
Nothing seems to happen.</desc>
<desc>Most of the carvings are faded.
What little you can make out involves a scene where the honored dead is laid to rest inside a grand chamber.</desc>
<desc>There seems to be some kind of process involving the altar before the body can be laid to rest, but most of those runes are illegible.</desc>
<desc>Atop the altar sits an empty earthen jug.</desc>
<desc>Atop the altar sits an earthen jug filled with water from the pool.</desc>
<act>Leave the altar alone.</act>
<act>Kneel before the altar and pray.</act>
<act>Leave an offering on the altar.</act>
<act>Drink all of the water within the jug.</act>
<act>Take a single sip from the water in the jug.</act>
<act>Pour water from the earthen jug onto the altar.</act>
<act>Place the filled earthen jug on top of the altar.</act>
<act>Place the empty earthen jug on top of the altar.</act>
<act>Examine the carvings on the altar more closely.</act>
Mamae?
Mamae na mara san...
Mamae!
Mamae!
Mamae!
Can you hear me?
What are you doing here?
Are you looking for your mother?
I can help you find her.
Calm down.
Tell me who you are, child.
Whoever you're looking for isn't here anymore.
Oh, just shut up!
This is pointless.
Calm down!
What are you seeing?
<desc>This elaborate artifact has a gem-like structure that contains what appears to be blood, fresh and liquid even after all this time.
The gem is vibrating slightly.</desc>
<desc>As the Life Gem nears the altar, the Presence becomes overcome with emotion.
Could its endless nightmare finally be over?</desc>
<desc>The images that are sent to your mind depict a clear question: Do you still wish to learn the skills of the Arcane Warrior?
The Presence is ready to teach you now.</desc>
<desc>The memories flood into your mind.
They are hazy and incomplete, but enough for any mage to gather a few of the talents that the Arcane Warriors once possessed.</desc>
<desc>Now the Presence asks that you keep your promise.
Release it from its eternal prison.</desc>
<desc>The last images from the Presence are ones of joy.
Oblivion will be a welcome relief.</desc>
<desc>The shock and outrage of the Presence turn into a wail of despair.
The images become a flash of light, and then are silent.
The gem vibrates no more.</desc>
<desc>Bashing the gem against anything hard seems to do nothing.
The gem isn't even scratched.
It would no doubt take extraordinary force, or magic, to affect the artifact at all.</desc>
<desc>The gem is warm to the touch, and your mind immediately begins swimming with visions, images and memories from a life not your own.</desc>
<desc>The Presence in the gem is at first alarmed when it senses your touch.
It recoils in fear, and the images that rush your mind are ones of imprisonment and loneliness.</desc>
<desc>The Presence calms and then is wracked with indecision.
Rather than have you leave, it begs you to stay.</desc>
<desc>The Presence thinks quickly, bewildered.
Finally, it decides that you are indeed real and not a product of its fevered imagination.</desc>
<desc>More images flash through your mind.
Time that the Presence has spent trapped within the Life Gem.
Time where the Presence has slept, gone mad, and then slept again.</desc>
<desc>The Presence has no name it can remember.
You get the sense of an elf, a mage in glittering silver armor.
But this was long ago, remembered as if through a fog.</desc>
<desc>There are no images for a time, only a feeling of keening loneliness, a sense of being trapped and a mind that is only tenuously present any longer.</desc>
<desc>The Presence can remember little.
You see images of an order of elven mages who channel their spells into their strength, fighting as Arcane Warriors to defend their charges.</desc>
<desc>The Presence could give you what knowledge remains within it of how to become an Arcane Warrior.
You are no mage, yourself, but you could teach such knowledge to those who are.</desc>
<desc>This is all the Presence has left to offer any longer: the last of its memories.
In return, the Presence asks only one thing from you: oblivion.</desc>
<desc>The images become tinged with desperation.
The Presence cannot remember where the altar is, but it knows the Life Gem must be placed on it.</desc>
<desc>The images fade to a dim nothingness.
There is no hope.</desc>
<desc>The Presence has nothing else to offer.
It possesses nothing, and remembers little of a life from so long ago.</desc>
<desc>The images that the Presence sends are desperate.
It will give you what memories it has.
Whoever follows the Arcane Warrior's path will be the last of its order.</desc>
<desc>The images that come are faint and uncertain.
You see a stone altar, and the Life Gem placed upon that altar.</desc>
<desc>The Life Gem then vibrates and explodes, destroying the Presence within forever.
The yearning that follows this image is keen and almost hopeless.</desc>
<desc>The Presence could give you what knowledge remains within it of how to become an Arcane Warrior.
You could become one yourself or teach the knowledge to other mages, if you chose.</desc>
<desc>You see images again of the elf in silver armor, one who is mage and warrior both.
The name for the order he belongs to translates in your mind to "Arcane Warrior."</desc>
<desc>You see images of a great battle, elves and humans both screaming and attempting to flee from some terrible presence.
What that presence was is blurry and lost to time.</desc>
<desc>The Presence fled the destruction by using the Life Gem, escaping its body.
It was sure that someone would come, to rescue it.
But no one did.
Not until now.</desc>
<desc>You see faint images of a mage holding the Life Gem and chanting in an unknown language.
There are no other memories.
The Presence does not know how to prove this to you.</desc>
<desc>The images that come are slow, as the Presence must think back to a time it barely recalls at all.</desc>
<desc>You see a place of serenity, where the Eldest come to slumber and are visited by those who offer tribute to the gods on their behalf.</desc>
<desc>The Presence's memories of what happened there are uncertain.
There are flashes of violence, of war... but it is all too long ago.
None of it is clear.</desc>
<desc>The Presence is desperate to be released from his eternal prison.
The images of the stone altar repeat in your mind.
It asks again if you will give it what it seeks.</desc>
<desc>There does not appear to be any way to open the gem.
There is no crack along its length, no hinges or lock mechanism that you can see. </desc>
<desc>The blood inside the gem moves slowly, as if viscous.
How it was placed inside the gem, however, is impossible to tell.</desc>
<desc>What would you like to do?</desc>
Pretty.
I bet you could get a silver or two for that shiny bit there.
Is that blood in there?
Whose, I wonder?
You'd think it would be all dried up after so long.
There must be magic involved.
Hmph.
Elf magic.
It looks elven, all right.
Considering that what I know of my ancestors you could fit into a gem half that size, that's all I could really tell you.
It is warm.
There is a soul within this stone, that much I can see.
This appears to be a phylactery of some kind.
The essence of a mage, kept magically preserved.
If that were all it is, however, I would be surprised.
A device meant to hold a spirit, perhaps.
Such would be my guess.
Though what might be left of any spirit within after such a long time trapped?
We have little knowledge of the magic used by the elves of Arlathan's time.
The magisters of Tevinter were more interested in subjugating the elves than recording their history.
As it is, I would hazard a guess that the object you're holding is a form of phylactery, meant to hold living essence.
Perhaps even a spirit of some kind.
<act>Leave the artifact alone.</act>
<act>Approach the stone altar with the gem.</act>
No, I'm not interested.
Keep your skills.
I require nothing in return for an act of mercy.
Yes, give me your memories.
<act>Place the artifact on the stone altar.</act>
Nah. <act>Toss the artifact aside.</act>
Sorry.
You might be useful later.
<act>Break the gem open.</act>
<act>Touch the gem.</act>
I am sorry; I did not mean to frighten you.
Is this some kind of trapped spirit?
Who are you?
What are you?
<act>Stop touching the gem.</act>
Is there anything I can do for you?
What useful information can you offer me?
What is an Arcane Warrior, exactly?
Yes, I will try to help you.
No, I will not help you.
Is there nothing else you can offer me?
You could teach me to become an Arcane Warrior?
How would I give you the release you seek?
You were once a mage?
How did you end up in this gem?
How do I know you are not a spirit, tricking me?
What is this place?
What happened here?
<act>Try to open the gem.</act>
<act>Show the artifact to other party members.</act>
<desc>The water in the pool appears cool and clean.
It is refreshed from some internal source, perhaps magically.
Submerged in the water is what appears to be a small, earthen jug.</desc>
<desc>Slowly, you spill the water out of the jug so it splashes back into the pool.
Nothing happens.</desc>
<desc>Slowly, you spill the water out of the jug back into the pool.
As soon as the jug is empty, it suddenly shatters, the pieces falling into the pool.</desc>
<desc>You dip the jug into the water until it fills up completely.</desc>
<desc>You carefully place the earthen jug back into the pool.</desc>
<desc>You take the jug out of the pool.
It is made of clay and appears to be none the worse for its long submersion.</desc>
<desc>The water appears normal and, dipping your hand into it, is cool to the touch.
It is definitely circulated by some unknown force.</desc>
<desc>The water is surprisingly refreshing, but otherwise has no special effects.</desc>
<desc>The water in the pool appears cool and clean.
It is refreshed from some internal source, perhaps magically.</desc>
<act>Leave the pool alone.</act>
<act>Dump the water in the jug back into the pool.</act>
<act>Fill the earthen jug with water.</act>
<act>Put the earthen jug back into the pool.</act>
<act>Take the earthen jug.</act>
<act>Examine and test the water carefully.</act>
<act>Drink some of the water.</act>
Viran se lan'aan?
Ir annala for ros...
Nae!
Ga rahn s'dael!
Ga rahn!
Ir emah'la shal!
Ir emah'la shal!
Begone, creature.
You have no place here.
You need... help?
Are you lost here, spirit?
I don't understand what you're saying.
Please, be at peace, all of you.
This is my sanctum and I do not wish it violated.
But they have slain those who guarded your sanctum, Lady!
They seek to harm you!
What they seek is quite something else, I fear.
Allow me to bid you welcome, mortal.
I am the Lady of the Forest.
Then perhaps you can listen.
I ask only that you stay your wrath long enough to hear me out.
No, my lady!
We must protect you!
We must attack them now!
I bid you welcome, mortal.
I am the Lady of the Forest.
They come to me and I remain with them, that is true, but I am no prisoner nor a valuable to be guarded jealously.
No, that I am not.
If I could have revealed myself sooner, I would have.
Do not listen to her, Lady!
She will betray you!
We must attack her now!!
Do not listen to him, Lady!
He will betray you!
We must attack him now!!
You will not speak to the Lady in this manner!
Hush, Swiftrunner.
Your urge for battle has only seen the death of the very ones you have been trying to save.
Is that what you want?
No, my lady.
Anything but that.
Then the time has come to speak with this outsider, to set our rage aside.
I apologize on Swiftrunner's behalf.
He struggles with his nature.
Those whom I have helped are very grateful for what I have done for them.
I offer them guidance, but I do not command them.
No doubt you have questions, mortal.  There are things that Zathrian has not told you.
I would think a being such as yourself would not enjoy being manipulated.
Listen, and decide whether Zathrian has been entirely truthful to you.
It was Zathrian who created the curse that these creatures suffer, the same curse that Zathrian's own people now suffer.
Centuries ago, when the Dalish first came to this land, a tribe of humans lived close to this forest.
They sought to drive the Dalish away.
Zathrian was a young man then.
He had a son and daughter he loved greatly, and while out hunting the human tribe captured them both.
Hrrrr.
The humans... tortured the boy, killed him.
The girl they raped and left for dead.
The Dalish found her, but she learned later she was... with child.
She... killed herself.
Your answer shall come.
Continue, Swiftrunner.
Indeed they did.
Zathrian came to this ruin and summoned a terrible spirit, binding it to the body of a great wolf.
So Witherfang came to be.
Witherfang hunted the humans of the tribe.
Many were killed, but others were cursed by his blood, becoming twisted and savage creatures...
Twisted and savage just as Witherfang himself is.
They were driven into the forest.
When the human tribe finally left for good, their cursed brethren remained, pitiful and mindless animals.
Until I found you, my lady.
You gave me peace.
I showed Swiftrunner that there was another side to his bestial nature.
I soothed his rage, and his humanity emerged.
And he brought others to me.
We seek to end the curse.
The crimes committed against Zathrian's children were grave, but they were committed centuries ago by those who are long dead.
Word was sent to Zathrian every time the landships passed this way, asking him to come, but he has always ignored us.
We will no longer be denied.
Hrrr!
We spread the curse to his people!
So he must end the curse to save them!
He will never break the curse, my lady!
He will never allow it!
You know this!
We... cannot know that.
Surely his rage does not run so deep he would endanger his own clan!
Please, mortal... you must go to him.
Bring him here.
If he sees these creatures, hears their plight... surely he will agree to end the curse!
Tell Zathrian this.
If he does not come, if he does not break the curse, he will never find Witherfang, and he will never cure his people.
You wish to find Witherfang?
Very well, I will summon him.
Let us make an end to this wretched existence once and for all!
Then we shall await your return.
Outside of this chamber, the passage leading back to the surface has been opened for you.
Return with Zathrian as soon as you can.
Hrrr...
I do not trust this plan, my lady.
We could be betrayed!
No good can come of it.
No, bring Zathrian to us here and I will summon Witherfang.
That is our only option.
I believe there is.
There must be.
If there is no way, then he dies.
Hrrr!
Then they all die!
If Zathrian comes, I shall summon Witherfang.
I possess that power.
I also have the power to ensure Witherfang is never found.
I... do not trust this plan, my lady.
We could be betrayed.
No good can come of it.
No, bring Zathrian to us here.
That is the only way we will succeed.
I like this plan.
Hrrr.
And you would... help us in this?
You would attack the Dalish?
Then our plan is unchanged.
You must go to Zathrian and bring him here to us.
Then we attack!
They are weak with the curse... let us leave him no choice but to break it!
Break it or die!!
So be it.
Come... gather the others.
Tonight we go into battle.
The curse cannot entirely be abated.
Each new victim it claims must be brought to me before the healing can begin.
They are still cursed, mortal.
The bestial side of their nature cannot be denied, and this places them forever outside of the company of their people.
There is more to understanding Witherfang than what Zathrian told you.
Listen, and decide whether he has been entirely truthful.
Because there are things that he would not tell.
Things that you should decide for yourself whether you need to know.
To be rabid is to be diseased without hope of a cure.
Swiftrunner's curse was forced upon him, and there is a cure.
Truer words were never spoken.
But few could claim the same as these creatures: that their very nature is a curse forced upon them.
Go, and return with Zathrian.
One way or another we shall see an end to this curse today.
I want to know where I can find Witherfang, that's it.
I did not come here to talk, to you or anyone.
So you're what the werewolves have been keeping down here.
I must admit I was expecting another werewolf.
Thank you.
I am glad we have this chance to talk.
Really?
You seem more like the Lady of the Ruin to me.
You lead the werewolves, do you?
No, I don't have any questions, really.
And?
What does this have to do with anything?
That's horrible!
They deserved whatever they got.
So Zathrian cursed them, I take it?
Why should I care about any of this?
I think he just wishes to cure his own people, nothing else.
Why would Zathrian agree to come here alone?
Forget it.
I'll find Witherfang the hard way.
Very well.
I will go to Zathrian and tell him this.
I have an alternate plan.
Kill the elves.
Kill Zathrian.
And what if there is no way to break the curse?
What happens to you doesn't matter to me.
I'm no messenger.
I'm here to kill Witherfang, that's it.
I have another plan.
Kill the elves.
Kill Zathrian.
Hmmm.
Maybe not, then.
The Grey Wardens need allies.
I'll take you over the elves.
These werewolves still seem plenty savage to me.
So why didn't you rejoin human society?
Why did you ambush the Dalish?
For revenge?
I'm only wondering where Witherfang is.
How do you know what he has or has not told me?
Is that so?
Such as?
Rabid dogs usually need to be put down.
As do we all, Lady.
<desc>Growls</desc> These chests contain most of the bounty we collected from this camp.
Anything within is yours, of course.
Some of the elves have died, but many are now turning.
Soon our numbers will be restored.
<desc>The white wolf is otherworldly in nature, like a spirit made flesh.
Behind its bright eyes lies an intelligence, watching you carefully to determine your intent.</desc>
Ma halani!
Se vara lassa'val!
Nae mal!
'Tis cold in my tent, all alone.
I see the stories they tell of Grey Warden endurance are not exaggerated.
What have you there?
A mirror?
What?
You found Flemeth's grimoire?
You have returned from the Wilds... alive.
What news have you?
You have something to say, do you?
I have a thought.
Do you realize that you have been smiling for hours, now?
I wish to ask a question of you.
You remind me of an ill wind, scented with carrion.
Your desire?
Mmm?
What comes, my friend?
I await your command.
What do you wish of me?
So what do I have to do to get on your good side?
So life in the Wilds must have been very lonely.
Tell me... are you really Flemeth's daughter?
Do you really want your mother dead?
So Flemeth is dead.
What now?
How did you become a shapechanger?
Can you teach others to become shapechangers?
Did you grow up in the Korcari Wilds?
Have you ever been hunted by the Chantry?
Is Flemeth really what she seems to be?
Is there anything that can be done for a possessed mage?
I'd like to discuss something personal.
You called for me, Keeper?
No, I didn't.
I need you to keep preparing the unguents, Lanaya.
I was...
I was told you called.
Then you were mistaken.
It's... over.
She's gone, and... we're human.
I can scarcely believe it.
Compared to the beast inside that we had to fight every moment, this is just fine.
It feels glorious!
Time to pay up?
What do you mean?
I... have this shield, if you want it.
I found it here a very long time ago.
You're welcome to it.
You're joking, right?
You don't actually intend to kill us after all this?
Err... thank you, I suppose.
Come on, everyone.
Let's go.
Quickly.
We'll leave the forest, I suppose.
Find other humans, see what's out there for us.
It should be quite interesting don't you think?
Oh, of course... they're going to wonder why their wounded are recovering.
And they'll want to know that Zathrian is dead.
Thank you.
We... we'll never forget you.
Hrrr.
The passage just outside of this room is open to you now and it will lead you to sunlight.
Go, and return quickly.
We are eager to see Zathrian face-to-face after all this time.
Don't worry.
It could be a lot worse.
You aren't going to miss all that strength and speed?
I do good work.
Time to pay up.
I mean that you owe me a reward.
A good one.
No, not enough.
Time to die.
You caused me a lot of grief.
I intend to kill you all.
The elves are cured.
I don't need you.
Why not?
I think I'd enjoy it.
Not unless you got a reward decent enough to stop me.
No, maybe not.
Just go before I change my mind.
Oh, never mind.
I should get back to the camp.
So what are you going to do now?
Yes, well, I should get back to the Dalish camp.
Hrrr.
It will take some time, yet, to organize a large force of my people.
I shall work quickly.
You have earned the reward you demanded.
Take it: consider it a gift from our ancestors to the Grey Wardens.
Though you did not ask for one, you have earned a reward to go along with our respect and gratitude.
Consider it a gift from our ancestors.
Let me say it officially: I hereby swear to uphold the terms of the ancient contract our people formed with the Grey Wardens.
No, no more.
I...
I cannot... cannot defeat you...
Finish it!
Kill him now!!
No, Swiftrunner.
We will not kill him.
If there is no room in our hearts for mercy, how may we expect there to be room in his?
I cannot do as you ask, spirit.
I am too old... to know mercy.
All I see are the faces of my children, my people.
I...
I cannot do it.
Perhaps I have... lived too long.
This hatred in me is like an ancient, gnarled root...
It has consumed my soul.
What of you, spirit?
You are bound to the curse just as I am.
Do you not fear your end?
You are my maker, Zathrian.
You gave me form and consciousness where none existed.
I have known pain and love, hope and fear, all the joy that is life.
Yet of all things I desire nothing more than an end.
I beg you, maker... put an end to me. <emp>We</emp> beg you... show mercy.
The dread beast is dead.
And the heart is now mine.
Well done, Grey Warden, you have succeeded in your task.
Small chance of that.
But Lanaya knows how to use the heart to cure the hunters, so my people would have survived.
Shall we leave now?
She is my first, of course she does.
What of it?
Ah... yes, I should have thought of that.
How stupid of me to mention it.
Clever Grey Warden.
Let us end this now, then.
So I've gathered.
Let us end this now, then.
Ma nuvenin.
I shall speak to you when you return to the camp.
Excellent.
I am most eager to see my hunters hale and hearty once more.
True enough.
We'd best leave this mess and get back to the camp, then.
Lanaya will be eager to get the cure started.
Shall we go together?
Then I'm glad you haven't the option.
Let us get back to the camp quickly.
Lanaya will be eager to get the cure started, I'm certain.
Shall we go together?
So here you are, spirit.
Hrrr!
She is the Lady of the Forest!
You will address her properly!
You've taken a name, spirit?
And you've given names to your pets?
These... beasts who follow you?
It was they who gave me a name, Zathrian.
And the names they take are their own.
They follow me because I help them to find who they are.
Who they are has not changed from whom their ancestors were.
Wild savages!
Worthless dogs!
Their twisted shape only mirrors their monstrous hearts!
He will not help us, Lady!
It is as I warned you!
He is not here to talk!!
That is true.
I am not here to talk.
I am here for Witherfang's heart, and that is all.
Hrrr!
He has come to kill you, Lady!
And what of you, mortal?
Do you support Zathrian in this?
Even after all that you have heard?
Be wary!
The Lady must be protected!!
And will you not change your mind after all this time, Zathrian?
I beg you to see what you have wrought here!
As my daughter begged for mercy, perhaps?
I see only beasts, and a spirit who has misled them into thinking they are more than what they are.
Come, Grey Warden.
Let's end this.
We both know there can be no peace.
Their nature compels it, just as mine does.
So you force me to talk?
What is the point?
We know where this ends.
Their nature compels it, just as mine does.
I had hoped for compassion.
Must it come to this?
It is long overdue, spirit.
Your place here is done.
No, I am here to talk, though I see little point in it.
We all know where this will lead.
Your nature compels it, as does mine.
It does not have to be that way.
There is room in your heart for compassion, Zathrian.
Surely your retribution is spent.
My retribution is eternal, spirit, as is my pain.
This is justice, no more.
Are you certain your pain is the only reason you will not end this curse?
Have you told the mortal how it was created?
And so he did.
Witherfang and I are bound as one being.
But such powerful magic could not be accomplished without Zathrian's own blood.
This is an old forest, mortal, and I am its spirit, its heart.
I was not summoned from across the Veil, but pulled from the trees, the rock, and soil.
I was bound to the body of the great wolf, Witherfang.
Not possessed, like a sylvan or the undead, but bound into one being.
Your people believe you have rediscovered the immortality of their ancestors, Zathrian, but that is not true.
So long as the curse exists, so do you.
No, that is not how it is!
No.
The curse has a life of its own, though Zathrian's life depends on it.
His death plays a part in its ending, however.
What could keep one going after so many centuries of life?
Love, or a bitter hatred that clutches at a heart that should long ago have ceased beating?
It is not a betrayal!
I did what was necessary!
I did what was just, and it still is!
I did it for my people!
I did it for my son, and my daughter!
For them, for justice, I would do anything!
The curse would not end with Zathrian's death.
His life, however, relies on its existence.
And I believe his death plays a part in its ending.
Then we kill him!
We tear him apart now!!
For all your powers of speech, you are beasts still!
What would you gain from killing me?
Only I know how the ritual ends, and I will never do it!
You see?
We must kill them all!
See?
They turn on you as quickly.
Do what you have come here to do, Grey Warden, or get out of my way.
Then you die with them!
All of you will suffer as you deserve!!
No, don't do this!
Have you all gone mad?!
Hrrr!
Then you die with him!!
Ah.
And here you are already.
You have carved a safe path through the forest... safe enough for me to follow, anyhow.
Just so.
Did you?
Yes, yes, there will be plenty of time for that.
Did you acquire the heart?
You didn't?
May I ask, then, why are you leaving the ruin?
There was no need.
I knew you would find it, and I did not care to give you a history lesson about things that have no bearing on your purpose here.
But it seems the spirit convinced you to act on her behalf.
Might I inquire what she wants?
Oh?
Is that what the spirit calls herself now?
And what does she want with me, if I might inquire?
You do understand that she actually <emp>is</emp> Witherfang?
She is the powerful spirit of this ancient forest that I summoned long ago and bound in the body of the wolf.
Her nature is that of the forest itself.
Beautiful and terrible, serene and savage, maiden and beast.
She is the Lady and Witherfang both, two sides of a single being.
The curse came first from her.
Those she afflicted with it mirrored her own nature, becoming savage beast as well as human.
I find that difficult to believe.
Come.
I will accompany you back to the ruin.
Let us go and speak to the spirit and I will force her into Witherfang's form.
He may then be slain and the heart taken.
Even so, they are still the same worthless creatures that their ancestors were.
They deserve nothing more than the misery they possess.
This is not your battle, Grey Warden.
Let us just take the heart and be done with it.
You were not there.
You did not see what... what they did to my son.
To my daughter.
And so many others.
You are Dalish.
You know how we must struggle to be safe, how we must fight for justice.
I could not let their crimes go unanswered!
You are elven.
You know what it is like to have injustice thrown in your face.
Their crimes could not go unanswered!
You are not Dalish.
How can you know how we had to struggle to be safe?
How could I have let their crimes go unanswered?
I remember them as if it were yesterday.
Even if they are more than animals now, they desire nothing but revenge.
They will never let my clan be.
I have sworn to protect my people, and I shall.
I will not lift a finger to help the descendants of savages who deserved the curse they received!
Tell me, if you held your own daughter's lifeless body in your arms would you not also have sworn an eternity of pain on those who did such to her?
Then do you honestly expect me to go and speak to these loathsome creatures?
To even consider absolving them of their sins?
Then we have no alternative left but to take the heart.
Very well.
You wish me to go and talk?
I will do so.
But what if it is only more revenge they wish?
Will you safeguard me from harm?
They are awaiting our arrival, are they not?
So this should not be a difficult approach.
I am eager to have this over with.
No.
Witherfang's heart will cure the hunters... but it does not end the curse.
The curse is more powerful than that.
And even if I could, I would not break the curse.
These savage beasts deserve their existence.
I will do nothing to help them.
Ever.
Why?
You claim they have regained their minds, but they are still savage beasts.
Their nature is unchanged.
All they will want is revenge... or a release that I will not give them.
No, let us take the heart and end it.
If you do not help me get the heart, then my hunters are not cured and you get no assistance against the darkspawn.
And what if it is revenge they want, and not talk?
Will you safeguard me from harm?
I fail to see the purpose behind this... but very well.
It has been many centuries, now.
Let us see what the spirit has to say.
Then talking is out of the question.
If I am to walk amongst the wolves, I will do so only to kill them.
You think your precious werewolves would be so pleased you killed me?
I rather doubt that.
Kill me and you lose any chance of help from either of us.
Perhaps not lied as much as did not clarify.
Witherfang is part of her, but also separate.
Excellent.
I was half afraid that I would find that Witherfang had killed you and I would have to battle him myself.
Please, accept my apology.
You are an elf and yet I did not trust you completely.
It is... difficult for me, after the life I have led.
I did not lie to you.
I told you what you needed to know.
Whether or not the curse was of my creation made no difference to your mission.
Please, accept my apology.
It is... not easy for me to trust outsiders so completely.
Old habits die hard, as they say.
Whether you came here for your army or not, you have done us a great service.
I am grateful.
Ma serannas-- thank you.
And what use would a history lesson have been for you?
We both need my people cured and now that is possible.
That is not true.
I value your life very highly.
I think you can see for yourself why I would not have been able to do what you have.
That would free us from having to live up to the terms of the treaty, that's true, but this is not what has happened.
This will have to do.
Only I can make use of the heart.
Killing me would ensure that you received no army for all your trouble.
You don't desire that, do you?
No, of course not.
So let's dispense with what might have been and get on with what must be, shall we?
The curse cannot be broken so easily, nor would I wish it to be.
But we now possess the means to cure the ailing hunters.
The curse has endured for centuries, and will continue long after I pass on.
I will not break it.
What is done is done.
Naturally.
Shall we return to the camp now, then?
As soon as we see the heart is taking effect we can deal with the rest that implies.
Excellent.
There are those who need that cure in a timely fashion.
Don't be ridiculous.
We are no savage beasts lying in wait.
Come, let us return now.
As a matter of fact, I do.
I am not letting that heart out of my sight.
Let's go.
Is that true?
Or are you afraid of dying?
Hasn't this gone on long enough, Zathrian?
Would you really let your clan die?
For this?
What would have happened if you had been killed?
So...
Lanaya knows how to use the heart?
There's no need to keep you alive, then, that's all...
Or perhaps after all that, you really do want to die.
Yes, it was.
Very much so.
I've been waiting for this...
Nothing.
I'd like to look around first, though.
Nothing.
Let's head back to the camp now.
I'd prefer to look around a bit, first.
Yes, let's go back to the camp now.
It's done with and that's all that really matters.
I didn't exactly have much of a choice.
Don't thank me.
Had I the option, I'd kill you myself.
I do.
I came for the heart, and that's it.
I'd prefer a peaceful solution, if one can be arranged.
No, I don't support him.
I just made sure he came.
What do you expect?
Pity?
Don't make me laugh.
He said he summoned you and bound you to a wolf.
He may have but I didn't understand it.
Does it make a difference?
So would Zathrian's death end the curse?
Can you blame him?
Who wants to die?
I can't believe you would betray our people for revenge!
Just how far will you go for your revenge, Zathrian?
I don't care, Zathrian.
I won't help you do this.
You'll end that curse if I have to force you myself!
I'm sorry it had to come to this, Swiftrunner.
Go for the heart, Zathrian.
You have my support.
Zathrian?
What are you doing here?
You mean you wanted to make sure I got the heart.
There was no need.
I have the heart.
We need to talk, you and I.
So you knew about this ruin.
Why didn't you tell me?
She won't summon Witherfang unless you break the curse.
I've been sent to bring you back to the Lady of the Forest.
The Lady won't summon Witherfang until you break the curse.
Yes, I thought as much.
But the werewolves have regained their minds.
I assure you, the werewolves have regained their minds.
Do you still have so much hatred after all this time?
But those crimes were committed centuries ago.
But it's your own people suffering now, as well as them.
So your answer is to let them suffer forever?
You're right, I would have done the same.
Yes, I do.
I might have, but who is being punished now?
I would not have done the same.
Fine, if that's how it has to be, let's kill Witherfang.
No, I won't help you kill them.
I'm making this my fight.
Very well.
Let's kill them and get this over with.
Will killing Witherfang break the curse?
Won't you at least consider talking to them?
I'm not going to help you do that.
You can at least meet with them; that's what I propose.
Yes, I will.
I don't think it will come to that.
I will, unless you attack first.
Fine, then I will guard your safety.
And what if I kill you?
I don't need the Dalish.
I thought Witherfang was a male wolf?
Err... she is?
So they lied to me?
I don't appreciate being lied to.
That's rubbish and you know it!
I would have preferred to know everything up front.
I believe you were actually hoping Witherfang had killed me.
And what if I kill you now that you're here alone?
I think you underestimate just how angry I am.
So this heart... will it break the curse or not?
So you intend to keep your side of the bargain now, yes?
I have one question: Will this heart break the curse or not?
You don't want to break the curse?
But you could?
Do you intend to keep your part of the bargain?
Yes, let's head back.
So long as there's no ambush waiting for me.
I'll find my own way back, if you don't mind.
So it has come to this.
The Grey Warden betrays us after all.
I will not.
You think you gain something by supporting this spirit and these rabid beasts?
You are a fool!
Fool!
You know nothing about what has passed.
You think you gain some advantage by supporting rabid beasts?
Then you are a fool.
These rabid, uncontrollable beasts will spread their curse if you allow them out of the forest!
Then you are twice the fool I thought.
You think you gain anything by siding with rabid, uncontrollable beasts?
You began this, Zathrian, not they.
You summoned me and placed me in the body of the dread wolf.
This is your doing.
And they deserved their fate, spirit.
They still do!
The humans that caused you grief are centuries dead, Zathrian.
You bring suffering to innocents, as well as to your own people.
My people will be cured when we rip the heart from your chest!
As for these... these beasts, they will continue to suffer for what they did!
They and all their descendants!
Hrrrr!
You will end this curse!
End it or you will all die!!
Never!
Never!!
You shall suffer as I suffer!
You're going to end this curse, one way or another.
You deserve whatever you get here, Zathrian.
I think an army of werewolves will be very handy.
So?
This way sounds like more fun.
You are most welcome here, mortal.
Efforts continue to gather the werewolves to make war under your command.
And so it is done.
You have had your revenge, good Swiftrunner.
Hrrr.
We shall never be free of the curse, my lady.
I am sorry.
Perhaps not.
But perhaps we can try to find a place for ourselves outside of the forest, now.
But... we will never be accepted...
We shall see.
Thank you, mortal, for the part you played in this.
What would you ask of us in return?
Hrrr.
Then I offer you my oath.
The werewolves shall do battle, at your command and yours alone, this I swear.
And I, as well.
I can leave my forest for a time and join Swiftrunner's people in battle, if I am needed.
It will take some time for us to gather.
The elven hunters will begin to turn, and they will need to be brought into our fold.
But you will have your army, mortal.
Only that you battle the darkspawn when you are called to.
I need you to form an army under my command.
Join me, and defeat the Blight.
Andaran atish'an, Grey Warden. 
Ahhh, alas, it is Deygan.
The clan will sing mourning songs for him tonight.
Allow us to relieve your burden.
I have just one question.
His equipment is missing.
Might you have found near him a belt pouch?
With a bone figurine in it?
That is too bad.
It was made by his mother.
Deygan would have wished to have been buried with it.
Come, lethallin.
Let us bring Deygan to our family.
You are quite certain of that?
The figurine was a gift from his mother, who is also dead.
I am sure Deygan would wish to be buried with it.
We shall simply have to bury him without it, then.
It troubles me that you would lie, but what is important is that Deygan's wishes are met.
Ma serannas.
Would you return it?
The figurine was a gift from his mother.
I am certain Deygan would wish to be buried with it.
You are most kind.
Surely the keeper will give you a reward for this.
Ma serannas.
You are kind to return him so we can offer him a proper burial.
Ma serannas.
Ah, Deygan.
He is wounded, but I think he will live.
Ma serannas--your help is appreciated.
Come, lethallin.
Let us take Deygan to the keeper, and quickly.
If we are lucky, we may still save him.
No, nothing like that.
I said I never found it.
Oh, I didn't realize that.
Take it, then.
Yes, I did, actually.
Of course, by all means.
I don't have it anymore.
Sorry.
It's mine and I'm keeping it.
I think it'll do as a reward, actually.
Bandits on the Road
Cammen
Dalish Apprentice
Elf Nurse
Elora
Gheyna
Sarel
Varathorn
Zathrian
Grand Oak
Witherfang
Hermit
Danyla
Gatekeeper
Ghostly Boy
Ghostly Elf
Firepit
Bedroll
Phylactery
Fountain
I was not born such. 'Tis a skill of Flemeth's, taught over many years in the Wilds.
The Chasind have tales of we witches, saying that we assume the forms of creatures to watch them from hiding.
When a child is alone and separate from his tribe, that is when we strike, dragging the young boy kicking and screaming to our lair to be devoured.
A most amusing legend.
Changing her form, certainly.
Devouring lost children, I cannot say.
She has not done it in my experience, though in truth my lifespan is but a fraction of her own.
Oh?
I truly doubt that children would be worth the effort.
They are filthy, smelly things full of tears and snot and trouble.
That said, I cannot speak for the tastes of my mother.
She has, after all, lived a very lengthy time in the Wilds and done many things I know nothing of.
So I assume.
My mother has walked the Wilds far longer than I.
Who am I to suggest what things she has done and not done in her past?
Why do you ask?
Is there something specific you wish to know?
The form of an animal is different from my own.
One may study the creature, learn to move as it does, think as it does.
Your mother has been doing this for a long time, then?
That does sound like something you'd do.
But it's just a legend, right?
Can you change into other human forms, as well?
Can anyone become a shapechanger?
Do you spend a lot of time as an animal?
I've never heard of magic like that before.
There have been Dalish keepers who use similar magic.
No, nothing specific.
Mithra
Brecilian Conversations
In time, this allows one to become as it is.
I gain nothing by studying another human.
I already am the same as they are, I learn nothing.
So the answer is no, my human form is the only one I possess.
Clan Attitudes
Cammen's Lament
Cammen is in love with Gheyna, but she won't agree to a bonding until Cammen has completed his hunt.
You told Gheyna that she needs a real man to fulfill her needs, and seduced her.
You told Cammen, and now he has run away into the forest, heedless of the danger.
<emp>Help Cammen win Gheyna's hand</emp>
You ruined Cammen and Gheyna's relationship, and any hope of them being together is gone.
You brought Cammen and Gheyna together, and they seem very happy.
<emp>Bring the dead hunter back to camp</emp>
You returned Deygan's body to his clan.
They were sad, but thankful to you for bringing him back to his people.
Wounded in the Forest
<emp>Help the wounded hunter</emp>
You found a wounded elven hunter, Deygan, in the forest, and brought him back to his clan.
They were very thankful that you found him.
You found the wounded elven hunter, Deygan, and healed him.
He has returned to camp.
You have earned the respect of the Dalish elves, and they have agreed to help the Grey Wardens battle the Blight.
I...
I would have come sooner had they allowed it.
How are you?
<emp>Help Cammen win Gheyna's hand</emp>
Cammen is in love with Gheyna, but she won't agree to a bonding until Cammen has completed his hunt.
You told Cammen that you'd try to change Gheyna's mind.
<emp>Obtain a wolf pelt for Cammen</emp>
Cammen is in love with Gheyna, but she won't agree to a bonding until Cammen has completed his hunt.
You told Cammen you'd get a pelt for him, to prove that he's been on a hunt.
Jump directly to the Sacred Urn.
It is an honor to meet you at last.
<emp>Help Cammen win Gheyna's hand</emp>
Cammen is in love with Gheyna, but she won't agree to a bonding until Cammen has completed his hunt.
Cammen needs to hunt and kill a beast of the forest, and bring back its pelt.
<emp>Deal with the bandits taking advantage of travelers</emp>
Bandits have set up a barricade on the road to Lothering.
They are robbing innocent travelers by forcing them to pay a "toll." You tricked them into believing that a large, unguarded caravan is coming their way and that it would be best for them to wait for that instead of trying to rob you.
<emp>Deal with the bandits taking advantage of travelers</emp>
Bandits have set up a barricade on the road to Lothering.
They are robbing innocent travelers by forcing them to pay a "toll." You revealed that you are a mage, and the bandits let you go, fearful of being turned into toads or being fried.
<emp>Deal with the bandits taking advantage of travelers</emp>
Bandits have set up a barricade on the road to Lothering.
They are robbing innocent travelers by forcing them to pay a "toll." You revealed that you are a Grey Warden and they let you go, afraid to cross you.
<emp>Help Cammen win Gheyna's hand</emp>
Cammen is in love with Gheyna, but she won't agree to a bonding until Cammen has completed his hunt.
You decided that you would show Cammen how to please Gheyna by offering a hands-on demonstration.
How this will affect their relationship remains to be seen.
<emp>Deal with the bandits taking advantage of travelers</emp>
Bandits have set up a barricade on the road to Lothering.
They are robbing innocent travelers by forcing them to pay a "toll." You paid their price of ten silvers.
<emp>Deal with the bandits taking advantage of travelers</emp>
Bandits have set up a barricade on the road to Lothering.
They are robbing innocent travelers by forcing them to pay a "toll." After paying the bandits the first sum they asked for--ten silvers--they demanded more.
You paid them an extra twenty silvers.
The hour grows late, and you need your rest.
The bandits surrendered to you, after suffering defeat at your hands.
You let them go with a warning and you doubt they'll cause any more trouble for Lothering for a while.
The bandits surrendered to you, after suffering defeat at your hands.
However, they needed to pay for their crimes, so you slew them all.
Indeed?
Have you an opinion on my abilities, then?
Am I an unnatural abomination to be put to the torch?
Oh?
You're simply full of surprises, little man, aren't you?
A most practical opinion.
Far more so than any man I have spoken to.
Typical.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> What a bizarre thing to say.
No doubt it would.
I see.
I find such opinions good to know in advance, so thank you.
But enough of such talk.
Let us proceed, lest the dust gather on us.
Anyone with sufficient will.
But the act of transformation is a magical one. 'Tis a spell, and thus requires a mage's talents.
Indeed, you could learn the spells required.
If I cared to teach you.
If you had a notion to learn such a skill for yourself, sadly you must remain disappointed.
There were nights when the Wilds called to me, 'tis true.
You look upon the world around you and you think you know it well.
I have smelled it as a wolf, listened as a cat, prowled shadows that you never dreamed existed.
But my life is as a human.
I am under no illusions to the contrary.
They do not shy away from me.
To their senses, I believe I seem like any other of their species.
As to what they think, I truly cannot say.
Just as I am still human, no matter my form, they are still animals.
Thus they cannot speak, even were I to ask.
No? 'Tis not unheard of, in the remote corners of the world.
There are traditions of magic outside of the Circle of Magi, despite what those mages would have you believe.
Some of these traditions are old, indeed, passed down as carefully-guarded lore from one generation to the next.
The zealots of the Chantry would uproot all such practitioners if they could, but as luck have it some still exist.
My mother is such a one.
Not all apostates use the forbidden blood arts.
Maleficarum do, but to condemn all who do not fall under the Circle's thrall for the sake of what might be is a dangerous path to walk.
There are those who look on the word "apostate" as meaning freedom.
I'm shocked that you think so, being a mage of the Circle as you were.
But perhaps you felt a little like a caged bird, as well, caught within that dark tower?
I see.
An odd opinion to have, then.
Have it your way.
I am surprised you think so.
Still, 'tis a pleasant thing to hear.
Oh?
Then I have no doubt your people do much to keep their talents well-hidden from humans.
I wonder if I was to ask one of your keepers of the origin of their magics if there would be any relation to what I was taught?
Ah.
This makes sense, according to what I know of the elves.
Alas.
True.
Though I suspect I have more in common with your people then my own kind, but such is how it must be.
I may even ask my mother about it some day, though I doubt she would tell the truth of it even so.
Such is her way.
So glad I could indulge your idle curiosity, then.
By "others," do you mean yourself?
I cannot teach you, no, but any other mages that cared to learn... yes, I could do that.
Send whoever you wish my way and I shall teach them what I can in the camp.
Provided they possess the will to even make the attempt.
I think your abilities sound quite useful.
It does seem a little... revolting.
Maybe tied to a flagpole and tickled.
That would just make you angry, I think.
At the very least.
And what do other animals think of you when you're changed?
By "practitioners" you mean apostates, don't you?
The Chantry simply seeks to protect us from danger.
Isn't that sort of magic open to abuse?
That's good.
Such traditions need to be preserved.
Maybe a little.
Yes, very much so.
That's all I wanted to ask.
If I did, I wouldn't tell you.
We don't know much about our origins, I'm afraid.
I doubt they would be willing to tell you much.
That would be intriguing, wouldn't it?
<emp>Gain the cooperation of the Dalish clans</emp>
You met a Dalish elf who seemed rather hostile.
You have decided to leave the Dalish alone for the time being.
<emp>Gain the cooperation of the Dalish clans</emp>
You met Mithra, a Dalish elf, in the Brecilian forest who took you to see her clan's keeper, Zathrian.
Zathrian explained to you that his clan is unable to uphold its promise to the Grey Wardens because a horrible curse has fallen upon them.
The elves have sent hunters into the forest to search for the great beast, Witherfang, as his heart's blood is the key to ending the curse.
Until the curse is ended, the elves cannot help you.
Possibly, if I had the desire to.
I do not.
Perhaps you should dispense with your threats.
I will pass on my mother's knowledge if and when it suits me.
I trust I am supposed to be shocked and dismayed by your language?
Do not make me laugh.
I was told to accompany you and to help you, and that I shall.
Beyond that, I do not like you.
I would not be here if I had a choice in the matter, and I certainly will not teach you my mother's secrets.
If that means you will wish to see us part company, then so be it.
That is your decision to make.
This may extend to the teaching of my mother's skills, in time.
For now, I simply do not know you well enough.
I promise nothing.
Then I shall teach you what I can whenever we are in camp.
Provided you have the will to even make the attempt, that is.
I see.
Let us hope that old dogs truly can learn new tricks, then.
In time, I grew curious.
I left the Wilds to explore what lay beyond.
Never for long.
Brief forays into a civilized wilderness.
For the most part.
Flemeth taught me well.
Would you not do the same?
Your world is an unforgiving and cold place.
The Wilds I hail from is home to me, and I a natural denizen.
I am no primitive, painted in blood and unable to speak the language.
Flemeth knows much of your world, and taught me well.
For all that I had been taught, however, the truth of the civilized lands proved to be... overwhelming.
I was unfamiliar with so much.
So confident and bold was I, yet there was much that Flemeth could never have prepared me for.
Perhaps you had better <emp>find</emp> the desire, then.
I should have known you'd be a selfish bitch.
And why not?
Possibly.
Yes, I am considering it.
I was thinking of Wynne, actually.
Do you see any other mages about?
And you remained unnoticed?
But you kept going back to the Wilds?
I have a hard time picturing that.
You must have looked quite the fool.
I can just imagine.
You released Sten from his cage and he has agreed to follow you.
The Qunari Prisoner
Zathrian the Keeper
<emp>Slay Witherfang and bring his heart to Zathrian</emp>
Zathrian told you that the curse that has befallen the elves originated in the great wolf, Witherfang.
If the beast is slain, Zathrian may be able to use its heart to break the curse.
<emp>Help the wounded hunter</emp>
You found a wounded elven hunter in the forest.
There might be something you can do to help him.
Lost to the Curse
<emp>Find Danyla</emp>
You told Athras what happened to his wife, Danyla.
He accepted what you said, and has left to make arrangements to mourn her.
<emp>Find a way past the magical barrier in the forest</emp>
The way deeper into the forest is blocked by some magical barrier.
To get past, you must find some way to placate the forest, or trick it.
Heart Path
Lanaya
Brecilian Checks
Sarel the Bard
Elora's Halla
Elora, the Dalish master of the antlered halla beasts, is concerned that one of the herd has been infected with the werewolf blood curse and may die.
Elora, the Dalish master of the antlered halla beasts, is concerned that one of the herd has been infected with the werewolf blood curse and may die.
You attempted to calm the halla but were unsuccessful.
Skill at survival would probably assist an examination of some sort.
Elora, the Dalish master of the antlered halla beasts, was concerned that one of her halla beasts had contracted the werewolf blood curse.
You were able to ascertain that the beast was concerned for its mate, and thus spared the Dalish herd from further problems.
Elora was very grateful for your help.
Elora, the Dalish master of the antlered halla beasts, is concerned that one of the herd has been infected with the werewolf blood curse and may die.
You examined the beast but have not discovered the problem--greater survival skill would likely be needed to tell for certain.
Elora, the Dalish master of the antlered halla beasts, was concerned that one of the herd had been infected with the werewolf blood curse.
With your advice, she agreed that the halla needed to be put out of its misery.
She is grateful for your assistance.
Elora, the Dalish master of the antlered halla beasts, is concerned that one of the herd has been infected with the werewolf blood curse and may die.
You tried to lie to her by saying you knew what the problem was, but she saw through your attempt and is now furious with you.
Rare Ironbark
You told Ser Bryant about the bandits on the road to Lothering.
He has sent templars to deal with the menace.
Why do you ask me such questions?
I do not probe you for pointless information, do I?
Oh, what luck.
What is it you asked?
If I "grew up" in the Wilds?
A curious question.
Where else would you picture me?
For many years it was simply Flemeth and I.
The Wilds and its creatures were more real to me than Flemeth's tales of the world of man.
I think not.
I am no frail flower, wilting at the first heat.
I rather doubt that.
Was I hurt?
What manner of simpering weakling do you take me for?
Only once was I accused of being a Witch of the Wilds, and that by a Chasind who happened to be traveling with a merchant caravan.
He pointed and gasped and began shouting in his strange language, and most assumed he was casting some curse upon me.
I acted the terrified girl, and naturally he was arrested.
Men are always willing to believe two things about a woman: one, that she is weak, and two, that she finds him attractive.
I played the weakling and batted my eyelashes at the captain of the guard.
Child's play.
Who cares?
As I recall, he was executed.
I do not know how well I lie, but I will do whatever I must in order to survive.
The point being that I was able to move through human lands fairly easily.
Whatever humans think a Witch of the Wild looks like, 'tis not I.
Not that I did not have trouble.
There are things about human society which have always puzzled me.
Such as the touching--why all the touching for a simple greeting?
Do not speak to me of trivialities.
Your culture is not so entirely different.
Yes, yes, some men have painted lines across the maps.
I've seen them.
I'm sure the human world is very diverse, but the differences are mostly meaningless.
To begin with, yes.
What is the point of touching my hand?
I find it an offensive intrusion.
Hmm.
At least with that sort of touching I would have been able to intuit the intent with far greater ease.
There were many nuances that Flemeth could never tell me of.
When to look into another's eyes, how to eat at a table, how to bargain without offending... none of these things I knew.
I still do not understand it all, truth be told.
But, then, I gave up long ago any hope of doing so.
When I returned to the Wilds last, I swore to Flemeth that I had no intention of leaving again.
Yes.
Here I am.
I have no qualm with the mission I have been set to.
Flemeth was correct, like it or not: the darkspawn are an enemy of all.
You are a fine one to be pointing out the humor of fate.
Shall we examine your predicament, on the whole?
Let's not.
Me, I prefer the jest on me to the jest on you.
Yes?
Let's ignore the entire darkspawn threat and the presence of a simpleton as your only other Grey Warden ally, then.
Not that I lack appreciation for the intent of your comment.
Thank you.
Well, let's get on with it before the ground opens up and swallows us, yes?
Beg pardon, then, while I jump for joy.
Any number of cats could inform you of the answer to that question.
But have it your way.
I did not ask to be left alone.
I simply wondered from whence comes this strange curiosity.
And now you grow short with me?
Curious.
Have it your way, then.
What a stranger does not know cannot hurt him.
But have it your way.
Would it not be easier simply to poke at me with a stick?
Hmm.
I think I will elect to answer the question, for now, if you do not mind.
No doubt 'tis the only manner you can convince a woman to obey you.
Have it your way, then.
You could if you wanted to.
Were you hurt?
That was quick thinking.
What happened to the poor man?
I'm supposed to be surprised you're a good liar?
I have no idea.
I'm not human.
It's not "human" society.
You're in Ferelden.
Touching?
Like a handshake?
Were you upset by all the bad touching?
Yet here you are.
You can go back, if you like.
I guess the joke's on you, then.
Well, I'm glad it worked out this way, at least.
You can probe me anytime.
I'm curious.
What's wrong with that?
Fine, I will leave you be.
Just answer the damned question, then!
We don't need to be strangers, do we?
It's my favorite way of annoying you.
I could give it a whirl.
How about I use a large club, instead?
<emp>Find ironbark for Varathorn</emp>
Varathorn, the clan's craftsman, is in need of ironbark.
Ironbark is a very rare wood--light, but strong--and looks very distinctive.
If you find some in the forest, bring it back to Varathorn.
You found ironbark for Master Varathorn, and he was very pleased.
You found a qunari locked in a cage near the highway leading to Lothering.
He introduced himself as Sten, and seemed content to remain in his prison.
<emp>Find a way to free Sten</emp>
You agreed to speak to the revered mother to see if you can get Sten released.
<emp>Free Sten</emp>
You have obtained the key to Sten's cage.
You may free him now, if you wish.
<emp>Free Sten</emp>
You convinced the revered mother to give you the key to Sten's cage.
<emp>Give Danyla's scarf to her husband, Athras</emp>
You met a werewolf who said she was once an elf called Danyla.
She wanted you to bring her scarf to her husband, Athras, and then she forced you to kill her to end her suffering.
You have taunted Athras one time too many, and he no longer cares to hear from you.
<emp>Find Danyla</emp>
Athras's wife, Danyla, was infected by the werewolf disease.
Zathrian says she is dead but will not allow Athras to see her body.
Athras believes that she is still alive, but has become a werewolf.
He hopes you find her when you venture out into the forest.
Hi!
I'm Sten's cage!
(got cage key) open the cage
(no cage key) pick the lock on the cage
Leave 
<emp>Find Danyla</emp>
Athras's wife, Danyla, was infected by the werewolf disease.
Zathrian says she is dead but will not allow Athras to see her body.
Athras believes that she is still alive, but has become a werewolf.
You promised him that you would try to find Danyla in the forest.
<emp>Bring the dead hunter back to camp</emp>
You found a seriously injured elven hunter in the forest, and smothered him to put him out of his misery.
Perhaps you should bring him back to camp.
The elves will certainly want to bury him.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> You are very cute to ask so many questions.
And I am glad you are so glad. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Really?
Perhaps we should be wrapped in ribbons and adorned with flowers, so cute are we two. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Of course I don't. 'Tis no matter.
Ah.
I did not realize I was being interrogated.
My mother has been hunted from time to time, yes.
By templar fools like Alistair, which should tell you how successful they generally were.
Flemeth made a bit of a game of it, in fact.
The templars would come again and she would look at me and smile and say that the fun was to begin once more.
I found the game fun.
I was too young to understand the truth behind what was happening.
I am unsure.
I was too young to understand, and perhaps 'twas bravado on Flemeth's part.
Or perhaps she was merely amused, I will never know.
They came with as much swagger and arrogance as they did self-righteousness.
Pity them if you wish, for they held none for us.
Flemeth would warn them once. 'Twas a warning they inevitably failed to heed.
And then the true game began.
Often Flemeth would use me as bait.
A little girl to scream and run and lure the templars deeper into the Wilds and to their doom.
'Twas a game and I a young girl.
If I didn't get to play, I would have been very upset.
Me?
No, I never did any of the killing until later.
And even then Flemeth was a glutton for... that sort of thing.
Sometimes.
Eventually.
Thankfully, the Wilds is a vast place.
Once they found us, Flemeth would simply move us elsewhere and we would be lost within the forest once again.
I did not understand the danger we faced until I was much older.
I had never heard of "apostates" or "maleficarum."
Would they have regretted hurting me?
I was a young child, yet do you think they would not have gleefully held my head aloft as a trophy?
There are no trials for apostates, no prisons, no mercy.
There are only absolutes, so only survival matters.
If the Wilds have taught me anything, 'tis this: first you must survive.
Do you disagree?
Oh?
I would ask what, exactly, but I'm certain that would be a lengthy conversation and suddenly I grow very weary.
I see.
Pathetic, am I?
And I would have expected no less from one such as you.
Ah.
Lovely how hypocrisy always bubbles to the surface eventually, isn't it?
An interesting answer, for a mage.
An enlightened view.
Or at least an agreeable one.
An evasive answer.
Either you have no opinion or will not speak of it.
No matter.
You do not know?
The zealots use that word for any magic they do not control.
The Chantry sees any mages not leashed to the Circle of Magi as "apostates." And apostates could become "maleficarum:" evil mages that resort to blood magic and become demon-enslaved abominations.
It may even be true.
Still, those of us who prefer freedom see no reason to submit.
I will note that we only ever defended ourselves.
But if they wish to come for us?
Certainly.
Responsibility to whom, exactly?
I will point out that we lived in the middle of a remote wilderness.
Granted, eventually we might become dread abominations and endanger others.
Possibly.
Such is simply the price that nature demands.
No?
I am not surprised you say such.
Thank you for small favors, then, at the very least.
Oh?
I hope you are not simply being agreeable.
It would be a refreshing change.
How agreeable of you.
Enough of this talk.
Let us return to the task at hand.
Is it true, then, that given enough time the prisoner will learn to love the cell?
I think that my mother made it fun so that a child did not learn to fear.
And I think that it was necessary.
Perhaps they did.
Still, I do not begrudge them doing what they believe is necessary.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Well that depends, does it not?
What does she seem to be?
<desc>Laughs loudly</desc>
Oh, she is certainly old.
Have no mistake of that.
You mean is she truly <emp>the</emp> Flemeth of legend and story?
<desc>Laughs</desc> Sometimes I do wonder the very same thing.
Oh, she certainly was human.
Once.
Tell me: how much do you know of the tale?
The one that the Chasind still tell of my mother, to frighten them into obedience?
Ah!
I see.
That does explain much.
I can relay what Flemeth once told me, herself.
And you can decide whether or not 'tis the truth.
If you desire.
No doubt such a tale has mutated much over time and telling.
I'm glad you think so.
And you are cute when you're evasive.
You don't have to answer if you don't want to.
Just answer.
Or don't.
Fun?
You found it fun?
You really had no trouble with them?
I feel sorry for the templars.
Flemeth used you as bait?
Did you actually kill them all?
Surely more would have followed.
Don't you regret hurting any of those men at all?
Absolutely.
There are worse things than death.
That's a pathetic justification.
I have no opinion on the matter.
What exactly is an apostate?
Meaning what? "We'll fight you to the end?"
Have you no responsibility to those around you?
The Circle is not quite what you picture.
If I were a mage, I might think the same.
I agree completely.
They probably thought you were dangerous.
With good reason.
Do you still think that was fun?
They got what they deserved.
An old woman.
A powerful maleficar.
A nutty old bat.
Human?
I didn't even know there was such a thing.
That sounds interesting.
All right, but make it quick.
And the point would be?
No thanks.
I've heard a little of it.
I'm more interested in the truth.
Spare me the bedtime stories.
<emp>Find a way to free Sten</emp>
The revered mother believes that Sten is a danger, and will not release him.
<emp>Help Cammen win Gheyna's hand</emp>
Cammen is in love with Gheyna, but she won't agree to a bonding until Cammen has completed his hunt.
You told Gheyna that she needs a real man to fulfill her needs, and seduced her.
<emp>Talk to Cammen</emp>
You spoke to Gheyna but were unable to change her mind about Cammen.
She thinks he is a child and refuses to consider him until he completes his hunt.
<emp>Tell Cammen the good news</emp>
You managed to talk some sense into Gheyna.
She realizes now that all that matters is the love between her and Cammen; everything else will fall into place eventually.
You ruined Cammen and Gheyna's relationship, and any hope of them being together is gone.
Cammen has left the camp, crushed.
A Fallen Templar
Camping in the Forest
Leliana's Past
<emp>Slay the Grand Oak for the hermit</emp>
You encountered a strange hermit deep in the forest.
He claims that he has been harassed by a talking tree he calls "the Grand Oak" and has asked you to slay it for him.
The Mad Hermit
<emp>Recover the stolen acorn from the mad hermit</emp>
You have encountered a friendly sylvan in the Brecilian Forest that speaks in strange rhymes.
The Grand Oak claims that a mad hermit elsewhere in the forest has stolen its precious acorn, and it has asked you to get it back for him.
A Stolen Seed
You have slain the sylvan known as the Grand Oak.
Whatever information it might have possessed has no doubt died with it.
As the tale is sung by the bards, there was a time when Flemeth was young and beautiful.
A fair lass in a land of barbarian men, the desire of any who saw her.
Many centuries, before this land was even named Ferelden.
The tales say that Flemeth fell in love with Osen, the bard, and fled the castle of her husband, the dread Lord Conobar, and that he swore vengeance for her infidelity.
In truth, my mother claims that 'twas Osen who was her husband, and Conobar the jealous lord who looked on from afar.
Lord Conobar approached young Osen and offered him wealth and power in exchange for his lovely wife.
And Osen agreed.
The life of a bard is a poor one, and love fades in the wake of hunger. 'Twas Flemeth who suggested the arrangement.
Aye, it was. 'Twas Flemeth who suggested the arrangement in the first place.
All would have been well had Lord Conobar kept his end of the bargain.
But he was a foul man who bargained with coin he did not possess.
Osen was led off to a field and slain, left for dead.
Flemeth spoke to the spirits and learned of the deed, and swore revenge.
Flemeth begged the spirits to aid her and 'twas they who slew Conobar.
The demon the legend tells of came later.
Lord Conobar's allies chased Flemeth, you see.
Chased her to the Wilds and there she hid.
There she found the demon and he made her strong.
The legends all speak of the great hero Cormac, he who defeated Flemeth and her great army when she invaded the lowlands centuries later.
All lies.
You would be surprised at how little my mother cares what I or others think of her past.
The truth of the matter is that there was never an invasion.
As Flemeth tells it, the Chasind never raised an army under her banner and she never fought with any warrior named Cormac.
Cormac led a brutal civil war against his own people, and later claimed it was to vanquish evil that had taken root amongst the lords.
Thus was he hailed a hero.
Flemeth was only attached to the legend much later.
Perhaps 'twas due to the great war with the Chasind that eventually came, but Mother claims not to know how it began.
I do not believe everything that Flemeth claims.
Oft it seems her bitterness has colored her memories.
But on the whole?
Yes.
I believe this tale, if not all.
The demon within her has transformed her into... something else.
An abomination, perhaps some would say?
I know not.
I only know my mother is clever.
And she is part of the Wilds as it is part of her.
But she is no immortal.
She bleeds.
A blade in her heart would kill her like any other, were it lucky enough to find her.
You ask if I have sisters?
I have asked of this, myself.
The stories tell of many witches of the Wilds, after all.
Not just the one.
And these tales existed long before I did.
Flemeth refuses to speak of other daughters, if they existed.
So should I believe I am her first?
I doubt that, too.
The Chasind tell of a falling out between Flemeth and her "daughters." They say that one day she hunted them all through the Wilds and ate their hearts.
It may be true.
I have never seen another witch or heard of one.
Perhaps one day Flemeth will eat my heart, as well.
How often is this "usually?" Always?
If not always, then when is it not true?
There are more things in this world and the next than you or I could ever hope to understand.
What Flemeth became is a mystery...
I suspect even to her.
Flemeth tells it with far more embellishment than I.
But you are welcome.
Dare I ask of your own mother?
Few are abominations of legend, 'tis true, but I find myself curious nevertheless.
Ah.
Then you have my sympathies, for what it is worth.
Which is very little, I am certain.
It matters not.
Let us move on.
I... nothing.
I wish to know nothing more.
I find myself a little envious, to tell the truth.
But it matters not.
Let us move on.
Shall I say the same the next time you grow curious, then?
Have it your way.
If that is what you think, so be it.
I have thought so on occasion, myself, but there it is.
That was not the point.
Conobar had no honor, so she would not have him.
No, quite true.
But this part only.
'Twas you who made the query of Flemeth.
Why ask, if you do not wish to know?
As you wish.
I'll not tire my tongue for the ignorant.
'Tis no child's tale, I assure you.
Just how long ago is this?
Yes, I've heard this part.
He sold his wife to another man?
Flemeth must have been angry.
Seems like a fair deal.
She spoke to spirits?
Or demons?
Of course Flemeth would say that.
Which?
She never invaded?
Or he never defeated her?
Do you believe her version?
How is it that Flemeth has survived for so long?
The legend tells of Flemeth having many daughters?
Why would she refuse to speak of them?
Aren't abominations usually insane horrors?
An interesting story.
Thank you.
My mother died.
Recently, in fact.
My mother died when I was born.
My mother died a long time ago.
My mother is a useless drunk, if you must know.
There is nothing really to say about her.
I love her.
What else do you want to know?
Keep your curiosity to yourself.
That all sounds like hogwash.
Cormac is a revered hero, I understand.
Even my people have heard of Cormac.
But wasn't she now married to a wealthier man?
So she truly loved Osen, then?
Not true, then?
Very well.
Tell me your story.
Jump directly to Lothering
The Grand Oak has his acorn back.
It was very grateful and has given you an enchanted branch, which will allow you to travel into the center of the forest where the werewolf lair exists.
<emp>Find a werewolf pelt</emp>
The strange hermit you found in the forest claims that the key to getting into the center of the forest is to fool the trees into thinking that you are a werewolf.
He says he can help you do this if you bring him a werewolf pelt.
<emp>Return the acorn to the Grand Oak</emp>
You obtained the Grand Oak's lost acorn from the mad hermit who lives in the forest.
You'll do no such thing.
Though I apologize for speaking out of turn.
Leave?
We got a good thing going here, and you and your... mighty....
All right, you have a point.
We'll just be going, then.
Have a nice day in Lothering, now.
And who's gonna make me leave 'em?
You?
Do, and may the Maker teach you the error of your ways.
T'is the child abomination you speak of, from the haunted castle?
If what you seek is to remove the demon from the child without harming the child, there is a way indeed.
There is a connection between the child and the demon, one which can be followed to the demon's true form within the Fade.
There the demon can be battled directly.
Only a mage may enter the Fade.
It requires lyrium and group of mages to cast the ritual... neither of which we have, yes?
And had we those things, it would still fall on one mage alone to defeat the demon.
No simple task, but there you have it.
I want to talk about last night.
We've never talked about our nights together.
You are a heartless shrew, you know that?
Why are you still here?
We need to discuss us.
The strange hermit you encountered within the forest attacked you, and you were forced to kill him.
Whatever potential information he might have had has no doubt perished with him.
The hermit took the werewolf pelt you brought to him and enchanted it.
He says it will fool the forest into believing you are a werewolf, allowing you to pass freely into the forest center where the werewolves lie.
Please, I told you everything I know.
Just leave me alone.
Swiftrunner
Not that they'll be safe here with the army gone.
You took the knowledge of the Arcane Warrior from the Presence, but refused to set it free.
<emp>Grant the Presence oblivion</emp>
You found an artifact, a Life Gem, that appears to contain the essence of a person who lived many generations ago.
All the Presence seems to want is release from a lonely existence.
To release the Presence, you must place the Life Gem on a specific stone altar, but the Presence no longer remembers where the altar is.
<emp>Grant the Presence oblivion</emp>
You found an artifact, a Life Gem, that appears to contain the essence of a person who lived many generations ago.
All the Presence seems to want is release from a lonely existence.
You told the Presence you were not interested in anything it had to offer, and refused to release it.
Placing the Life Gem on the altar destroyed it, granting the Presence the release it had craved for centuries.
The Arcane Warrior
Let me talk, then, and you shall listen.
I shall be brief.
What was done had to be done.
I regret it not.
I shall be leaving, as I said, and so this... entanglement of ours must end.
Do you understand?
I... yes.
If it shall make this easier... then yes, that is all it was.
An entanglement and nothing more.
I... should have known better.
I should have maintained my distance, as I knew what was to come.
It is.
What happens now happens because destiny demands it.
Yes.
That... and perhaps some things I did not want.
I should have known better.
Enough.
To accept this would make things far easier for you.
I am... sorry.
But this is how it must be.
You are... welcome.
And I am sorry.
What was done had to be done.
I regret it not.
Let us not complicate matters further.
It is.
You have no idea.
But let us not forget that you got something out of this, as well.
Your life.
If you wish to spend that life being resentful of me, by all means.
But it lasts only so long as the child inside me does.
Now let us finish this and be done.
You are free to try and stop me.
I... yes.
I see.
You are welcome.
And... thank you.
This... means everything to me, you cannot know.
Discuss away.
This "entanglement?" Is that all it was to you?
If that's what you really want.
Got what you came for, did you?
No, I don't understand.
Why do you have to go?
I understand.
I wanted to thank you... for everything.
If that is what you really want.
And what if I don't let you go?
When I asked you to join me in my tent...
We must end this.
Nothing.
Forget I brought it up.
The Elven Ritual
<emp>Complete the ancient ritual</emp>
The steps depicted on the earthen tablet for the elven ritual appear to have been completed.
The last pictograph shows an elaborate door either opening or closing.
Perhaps the ritual has changed something nearby?
According to the tablet, the doorway leads to the honored dead.
<emp>Complete the ancient ritual</emp>
In attempting to perform the elven ritual , you have set off some kind of trap.
But perhaps she is right and the Maker has love for all his creations.
Even the qunari.
Undead
The Lady's Request
<emp>Convince Zathrian to speak to the Lady</emp>
The Lady of the Forest wishes to see Zathrian so she can convince him to end the curse that plagues both the werewolves and the elves.
She has opened up a passage that will take you quickly to the surface.
You led the werewolves to the Dalish camp to exact vengeance upon Zathrian for what he did.
Zathrian and many of the Dalish lie dead, but you have earned the trust of Swiftrunner and his kin.
They will make a powerful addition to your army.
Eager to leave the farmhold, were we?
Lucky for us.
Which is now full of its own darkspawn.
I'm fond of it myself.
I was glad to get away, to be honest.
What difference does that make?
<emp>Return to the elves to tell them of Zathrian's sacrifice</emp>
Zathrian, after years of anger, has finally let go of his hatred.
He ended the spell that bound the Lady of the Forest to Witherfang, and with that ended his own life.
The werewolf curse has been lifted off both the wolves, and the elves.
It is time to return to the Dalish, to tell them of Zathrian's sacrifice.
<emp>Bring Witherfang's heart to Lanaya</emp>
After helping Zathrian to kill Witherfang, Zathrian revealed that Lanaya could do the ritual without him.
Knowing this, you decided to kill Zathrian as well.
You should take the heart to Lanaya now.
Witherfang's heart has cured the elves.
No traces of the werewolf curse remain.
Cut from the body of Witherfang, this still-warm heart may end the curse on the elves.
Ironbark
Somewhat blue in color, this rare wood is found only in the Brecilian Forest.
It is surprisingly strong and is very light.
Brecilian Plot Items
So I'm not going with you, I see.
Any particular reason?
I thought maybe you might need another Grey Warden when you find the archdemon, but have it your way.
I guess this is where we part ways.
Good luck.
And be careful.
I know we haven't always gotten along, but... good luck.
And be careful.
You seem pretty sure about that.
I hope you're right.
Just remember that ritual isn't going to help if you get your head squashed first.
Go kick its ass.
I... guess you're right.
We won't forget the sacrifice you're making.
I swear it.
And here I thought you'd want me at your side, just in case.
As your comrade.
Is that so?
You're not just trying to keep me safely out of the fight, I hope.
And you think I want you going in there and sacrificing yourself?
You think I want you to die?!
But there's no use in arguing about it, is there?
We don't have time and... you are a stubborn, stubborn woman.
Somehow, that's a compliment.
I'm sure of it.
Maybe.
I guess we'll never know, will we?
Rub it in, why don't you?
Know me too well, do you? <desc>Sigh</desc> You're probably right.
I guess I deserve that.
Well at least you're honest about it.
And you think I want you going in there and fighting that thing without me?
Ritual or no ritual, that's a dragon!
Maybe you're right, though I'd rather be in there facing in the archdemon.
But I won't argue about it.
I'm a Grey Warden.
My place is facing that archdemon at your side, as your comrade.
Even so, I won't argue with you about it.
I'll do my best out here.
Be careful in there, will you?
I don't want to lose another Grey Warden, nor another friend.
We won't forget the sacrifice you're making.
I swear it.
Oh?
Do I even want to know?
Probably not.
Just find it, then.
And kick its ass.
No?
That has something to do with... last night, doesn't it?
Well... good.
Be careful in there, will you?
You said you'd help me be king, and I'm not letting you off if you go dying or something.
I guess this is the last chance we'll get... before this is finished, one way or another.
Be careful in there.
I don't know about you, but I'm hoping for a miracle.
Just remember that the ritual won't protect you from being squashed by the dragon.
Other than that, I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
You're right.
I guess we do.
I won't forget you.
Ever.
And I'll make sure they don't forget you either.
I swear it.
That's my girl.
Just remember that the ritual won't prevent you from being squashed.
Now go kill it.
And come back safely.
Now go kill it.
And come back safely.
Or I'll be very cross with you.
And I love you.
Always.
Then I won't say anything.
No good-byes, then.
Where I belong is in there, with you.
As a Grey Warden.
Before we head after the archdemon, I want to say something.
Either we both die trying to kill it, or one of us dies making the final blow.
Either way, both of us aren't walking out of here.
So I just want you to know that it's been an honor fighting by your side.
Nobody's dying?
Is that wishful thinking?
I suppose we could always hope for a miracle, right?
Let's find this archdemon, then, and kick its ass.
To the honor of the Grey Wardens.
I know Morrigan's... what she did is supposed to save us, but who knows if she can be trusted?
Or if we'll even survive long enough to take that final blow.
So this could be it.
Soon this will be finished, one way or another.
I...
I'm sorry, too.
For a great many things.
Then let's hope for a miracle.
You put more faith in Morrigan than I would in your shoes.
Just remember that her ritual doesn't protect us from getting squished by the archdemon.
So let's kick it's ass.
You made me king.
After all this is over with, they're actually going to put me on the throne.
I'm still...
I'm going to be the king.
Pull myself together?
That's what you say to me?!
Do you have any idea what you've done to me?
No, no, I'm fine.
Just shocked.
I just somehow went from this... to this...
That's a lot to process.
Thank you?
You want me to thank you?!
How could you do this to me?
Cute.
I suppose I would have been mad about this before, but since our talk after seeing my sister... well, perhaps this isn't so bad.
Congratulations?
Congratulations?!
Why would you do this to me?
How could you?
Oh, thanks.
That should be interesting, shouldn't it?
I suppose there are worse things that could happen to me other than becoming king and being hitched up to a beautiful woman.
Anora probably thinks she'll just be able to push me off to the side, but I'm not that person any more.
She won't be able to walk all over me.
Speechless?
I'm furious!
How could you do this to me?!
I've done nothing but regret my blood since the day I was born.
I don't want this.
I never wanted this.
I hate the very idea of it.
I knew that Arl Eamon wanted this for me, but I never did.
I thought for sure that there would be a way out of it, but then you went and put me on the throne yourself.
Why?
I know you don't give a damn how I feel about anything, but why would you do this to me?
Do you hate me that much?
I thought we were friends.
You knew how I felt about this, yet you went ahead and did it anyway.
Why?
Oh, wonderful.
And here I thought I only had the darkspawn to worry about.
Oh, wonderful.
With friends like you, who needs enemies, right?
Thanks a lot.
A good thing.
Are you serious?
And what I want doesn't factor in anywhere, does it?
Funny how it always works out like that.
Yes!
Well... no.
She would have executed me, so that would have been bad.
I've just... never thought of myself as a leader.
I'm going to make a terrible king, you have to know that.
How can I make decisions that are going to affect the lives of everyone in the kingdom?
I guess I don't really have a choice in this now, do I?
I'll do my best, of course.
And I expect that you'll be there to help me, right?
You're the one who got me into this mess.
You owe me, that's what I think.
If I'm going to rule over anyone, I want you there to see me suffer.
You're the one who got me into this mess.
And besides, where else would you go?
We're a team.
So you throw me to the wolves, is it?
It was your decision, but you don't need to be involved with it?
I see.
Have it your way, then.
I see.
I guess I really shouldn't be surprised.
Have it your way, then.
So you throw me to the wolves, is it?
I expected more from you, somehow.
So I'm on my own, am I?
Well, I was hoping to convince you to stay, but if you won't, you won't.
I can respect that.
That's good enough for me.
Well, that option isn't really open to me any more, is it?
I'm going to be king whether I like it or not, Grey Warden or no.
And if I can be an exception, then so can you.
As a matter of fact, I insist.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure I can do well enough if I try.
But I wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for you, so in a way you owe me.
What do you say?
Good, then it's settled.
I think I would have been furious at you once, but since our talk after seeing my sister... well, I suppose this might not be such a bad thing.
This was always a possibility.
I always feared it, but maybe there's nothing to fear.
I might actually make a good king, you never know.
I'll tell you what, though.
I'll make a far better king if I have the right people by my side to help me once I'm on the throne.
People like you.
We... need to talk.
I don't really question why you did what you did.
I didn't want to become king, and you knew that, but it had to be.
But... being king, that raises some questions about us.
About you and me.
Let's not kid each other.
You and I can both see where this is heading.
I've been able to think about almost nothing else since the Landsmeet.
I am.
But this is all I can think about since the Landsmeet.
I'm... not so sure of that.
I've thought of almost nothing else since the Landsmeet, believe me.
You don't think so?
Maybe you're right, but I've thought of almost nothing else since the Landsmeet.
First, there's the fact that both you and I are Grey Wardens.
It's not just a question of obligation, but of blood.
You know that Grey Wardens don't usually live to become old, right?
The taint in our blood... the taint we took in at the Joining... it will kill us in the long run.
Grey Wardens maybe live to their forties at most, no longer.
As king, I'll be required to have a child.
Even more so because my death is assured.
That's assuming that someone with the taint can or even should have a child.
No, I'm not.
I mean... both of us have tainted blood.
Both of us will die young.
I... yes, I suppose she would.
If we can.
Even one parent having tainted blood is not recommended, but I suppose I'll have no choice.
Not with each other.
Even one parent having tainted blood means having children is not recommended.
All the Grey Wardens I knew with children had them before they joined the Order.
I will need to find a wife, one who can bear a child.
Who will live to raise it.
I don't relish it, but...
I will have a duty as the king.
You mean a great deal to me.
I was hoping that it would lead to something more, but...
I have to face what this means.
I love you.
More than I ever thought possible, but...
I have to face what this means.
I can't run away from it any more.
No, I'm sorry.
I'm not joking.
I wish I were.
I know this is selfish of me, but if we continue as we have been...
I'm just not sure I will be able to do this later.
I have to do it now.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, too.
I... need to go back to the camp.
Be by myself for a while.
I think it is best.
For both our sakes.
I hope so.
I really do.
After this is over, we should talk of it again.
What is the alternative?
Shall I ignore my duty, instead?
Make my queen a laughing stock as I carry on with whomever I please?
No.
We still have our duty as Grey Wardens to fulfill.
That hasn't changed.
If I don't end it now, I fear I never will be able to.
I'm sorry, but...
I have no choice.
No, of course not.
I said I understand why you decided what you did, and I do.
But at the same time I cannot avoid what that entails.
I could see it becoming very hard to tear myself away from you.
Impossible, even.
If this is what must be, then... then I have to do it now.
I'm sorry.
Please don't say it like that.
I didn't know it would turn out like this.
Yes, I...
I guess I am.
Meaning what?
Meaning that I could be married and a father and yet still see... whomever I wanted on the side?
No, no.
No, I couldn't do that.
That would be very unfair.
You mean... marry who I want?
Carry on with whomever I want?
You don't think that would be very unfair?
To my wife as well as you?
If I don't do this now, I will never be able to.
My duty as the king must... it must take precedence.
I love you.
I will probably always love you.
But... my duty as the king has to take precedence.
I know how incredibly stupid that must sound.
But I have to do this now or I never will.
You know what?
You're right.
Damn them all, anyhow.
If they want to make me king, then... then I'll be king.
And I'll do exactly what I want to do.
I feel like such an idiot for bringing this up, now.
Can you ever forgive me?
Ah.
It's going to be like that, is it?
All right, then, just let me put my glum face on.
I'll take my punishment like a man.
Oh, ho?
That sounds rather saucy.
We'll have to discuss my punishment later on, I see.
Good.
Then let's forget about it.
Maybe we didn't.
Really, whatever we have... it's just started.
Maybe it just came about because we were thrown together, maybe we wouldn't last.
Maybe this is just all in my head, and you don't feel the same at all.
Am I being too presumptuous?
Are you just trying to make it easier for me?
I guess...
I guess it doesn't matter, really, does it?
You're right.
It doesn't need to go any further than this.
No matter how much I might have wished otherwise.
Then... then I suppose this is just as well.
I thought... well, it doesn't matter what I thought.
Thank you for making this... easier.
Anora is going to be my wife.
She will have my child, if I can give her one.
I may not love her, but...
I will have a duty as the king.
But... being king, being engaged to Anora... that raises some questions about us.
About you and me.
I'm not going to question why you made me king.
I even think I'm starting to come around on the idea, anyhow... it could be an interesting future for me.
I'm taking only those I need to help me fight.
The archdemon doesn't stand a chance.
You and I both know how this ends.
I'll be back.
Don't worry about me.
Piss off.
Just go.
We don't have time for good-byes.
Because I don't like you?
I'm not going to risk you getting hurt, Alistair.
You'll be a distraction.
I can't have that.
You would do something foolish.
You have to be king, Alistair.
I don't need you doing something foolish for me.
Your duty comes first.
You said it, yourself.
That I am.
You're going to be king.
You belong out here with your men.
I don't plan on dying.
I guess this could be it, couldn't it?
I'll be back.
I don't plan on dying.
I still love you; I don't care what you say.
Just go.
I refuse to say good-bye.
If I fall, you need to warn the Grey Wardens.
Enough.
We've got work to do.
Just watch my back in there.
I feel the same.
You've been a good friend.
Nobody's dying.
So enough with the speeches.
To the honor of the Grey Wardens!
I'm sorry it has to end this way.
Neither of us are dying, Alistair.
Let's just go.
No good-byes.
Pull yourself together, will you?
Is this a thank you?
Congratulations?
Congratulations on your engagement, by the way.
And here I thought you'd be speechless.
Don't you think this is a good thing?
I don't hate you.
This is a good thing.
Because I enjoy torturing you, that's why.
I don't see why you're so upset about this.
We are friends.
This is a good thing.
Your country needs you, Alistair.
You'd prefer that Anora ruled on her own?
Would you prefer I gave Anora the throne instead?
Help you be king?
Don't be absurd.
You won't need my help, Alistair.
You want me to help you?
No, forget it.
I think I could be convinced.
I'll have to think about it.
And what about the Grey Wardens?
I wouldn't have it any other way.
If you want me there, of course I will.
I wasn't aware there was a "you and me."
I thought you were in love with me.
It doesn't need to impact on us at all.
What sorts of questions?
How does that affect anything?
Yes, I'm aware of that.
I still don't see how that affects us.
Are you suggesting I have this child?
I assume Anora will be having your child.
Don't Grey Wardens have children?
You must be joking.
Tell me you're joking.
I'm sorry it came to this, Alistair.
I love you, Alistair.
I'm sorry it came to this.
So this is it.
It's over.
I'm sorry it had to come to this, Alistair.
Can we not remain friends?
Then you are an ass.
But do what you want.
I won't accept this, Alistair.
So... what happens now?
Are you leaving?
Why do this now?
Why not wait to see what happens?
Is this revenge for my making you king?
So we had sex, and now... that's it?
Are you saying we can't be together?
Nobody can force the king to do anything he doesn't want to.
But I love you.
Isn't that important to you?
Being king is not a punishment, Alistair.
Perhaps you should do what pleases you, for once.
Maybe.
You'll have to earn it, I think.
Of course I can.
Who says we ever had a future?
No, I suppose not.
I love you, too.
No, I feel the same way.
And why can't things stay as they are?
Yes, you are.
It needn't go any further than it has.
Yes, you are.
I like you, but... that's it.
So those... designs you have all over your back...
They're called tattoos.
And I have them in many more places than just on my back, my friend.
Err... right.
I hear that someone gets those by having needles put the ink under your skin?
A great many needles, amongst other things.
Yes, that would be true.
Didn't that hurt?
Ohhh, yes, yes.
But it is not so bad, in truth.
If you like, I could give you one.
I learned a bit of the art myself in Antiva.
Oh, no.
No, I don't think so.
Come, it will just be a small one.
Perhaps the symbol of the Grey Wardens?
Something manly!
Where are my needles?
Um... maybe some other time.
I'm...
I'm going to go stand over here, now.
The stories we hear down here about the Crows... they're not true, are they?
They all sound a little far-fetched.
I cannot say.
What have you heard?
In Antiva, we hear that Fereldan men cannot sleep without a dog in their bed.
Is that true?
A dog?
No, of course not.
We value our dogs, it's part of our history.
Oh.
Perhaps it was simply a reference to your Fereldan women, then?
<desc>Laughs</desc> Well, now that you mention it...
But those stories you heard?
All true.
Really.
Even the ones that talk about how you all... you know... get paid to...
Especially those ones.
Wow.
I am totally in the wrong order.
I've been thinking about those ink drawings, what did you call them?
Tattoos?
Are you... still willing to do one?
Oh-ho!
You've decided to take the plunge, have you?
What is a little pain, am I right?
I'm not worried about that.
I think they look interesting, though I'd want mine... smaller.
When can you do it?
Not so fast, my friend.
There is an entire ritual to how this is done, do you not know?
First I need to bathe you in a mixture of olives and rosewater.
You need to... bathe me?
That seems... odd.
No, no, no, not at all.
It needs to be worked into your skin, preparing it to receive the ink.
The massage is quite pleasurable, do not worry.
You are in good hands.
The... massage?
You're... having me on, aren't you?
I might be.
I might not be.
Shall I describe the rest of the ritual to you?
Hmm.
No.
No, on second thought I'll just pass.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Excellent choice!
As a Crow, you were an assassin in Antiva, right?
Professionally?
Technically speaking, I still am.
Somewhat between jobs, as it turns out.
So how much did you charge to... you know... kill someone?
Was it very expensive?
Did it depend on who they were?
Such curiosity.
Are you thinking of having someone murdered, my friend Alistair?
Or are you considering a career change?
No, neither.
It just seems odd to me that you could make a living doing that.
Or that you would need an entire guild just to handle so many... jobs.
Ahhh.
Assassination in Antiva is a tradition.
It is more efficient than an election, as we say. "Politics and death go together like kisses and love-making."
It costs a great deal depending on how experienced the Crow is... and how difficult the target is to kill.
You?
I would charge perhaps five thousand andris for you.
Five thousand andris?
Is that a lot?
Mmm, not really, no.
So let me ask you something.
What are your intentions with her?
You speak of her as if she is not present.
She is just right over there, you know...
Don't dodge the question.
I'm serious.
Is this brotherly concern I detect?
Or something else?
Perhaps you are concerned for me, yes?
I am just asking what your intentions are.
You did try to kill us all, remember?
And now I owe her a blood debt, as she has spared my life.
It has brought us... closer together.
Is that a smirk?
Are you smirking at me?
I assure you, ser, that I am not smirking.
No smirking here, no.
Well, just... watch yourself, then.
I'll be keeping an eye on you.
Mmm.
Do I detect a bit of jealousy there?
Feeling territorial, are we?
Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?
You may ask, but I may choose not to answer.
Fair enough.
Have you... had very many women in your time?
I mean... you seem like the sort of man who would...
I have indulged from time to time, perhaps, when my interest is not elsewhere.
Right.
Well, how do you... woo them?
Is there a... technique?
Or...
"Woo them?" Are you quite serious?
Er... yes?
I don't know what else to call it.
So let me get this straight.
You have... never wooed?
Not once?
You are woo-less, as it were?
All right.
Bad idea.
Never mind.
So what do you have to say about me becoming king?
I suppose you don't care?
No, no, I think it is quite marvelous.
A most unusual way to pick a king, however.
Unusual?
I guess it was a bit... unorthodox, even by our standards.
Why?
How does a king get picked in Antiva?
Oh, he or she is elected, of course.
Provided they make it to the election without being first assassinated.
Yes, from what you said that seems to happen a lot there.
Makes me wonder why anyone would even want to be king.
It is considered a very brave and impressive thing to attempt to become king of Antiva.
Sometimes nobody steps forward at all, sadly.
And what happens then?
Why, we start assassinating those who we think should run until someone does.
Never let it be said that the Crows are not patriots.
So, you... know that I am a templar, right?
I believe what I heard was that you were not, in fact, a templar.
You were trained as one before you became a Grey Warden.
That's right.
But I still have... all the abilities of one, of course.
That doesn't... make you nervous?
Should it?
I am no apostate.
Perhaps you should be directing this question at Morrigan.
She claims not to be afraid of me... or anything, really.
But you've had more experience with the templars than her.
I know how mages can sometimes...
The templars serve a function, and a necessary one.
If what has happened at the tower proves anything, it is that we mages can be dangerous... even to ourselves.
That's... one way of looking at it.
And regardless, you seem like a decent enough young man.
If you decide to slaughter me out of hand, I'm sure you would at least inform me first, no?
Oh, sure... count on it.
So tell me, you have any children?
Grandchildren?
I don't know, great grandchildren?
What would make you think I have any children at all?
You have to know I've spent most of my life in the Circle of Magi.
You just seem like the grandmotherly type to me, I don't know.
I suppose I'll take that as a comment on my demeanor and not my age.
Mages aren't forbidden to marry or anything, are they?
It's not such an outlandish question.
Isn't it?
What sort of man would marry a mage, do you think?
How about another mage?
There are just as many men as there are women within the Circle, as I recall.
That sort of union is... not encouraged.
Although that does not stop us from seeking out each other's... company from time to time.
I... all right, suddenly you don't seem quite so grandmotherly to me anymore.
Good.
I would hope not.
You know, of all the mages I've met you have to be the first one I can honestly say I've really liked.
Why thank you, Alistair.
I am quite touched.
I like you, too, Alistair.
I imagine my son would have grown up to be someone like you.
Your son?
I thought you said you were never married?
That's true.
I never have been.
I... oh.
Then this wasn't... before you joined the Circle?
I joined the Circle at the age of nine.
So, no.
Do you still like me?
Err... yes?
Why wouldn't I?
Good.
It appears you got away from the Chantry just in time.
So you know about him and Morrigan, right?
You've heard?
I think I know what you are talking about, yes.
And you agree with it?
You don't think that it's... dangerous?
Dangerous for whom?
Her?
Or Him?
Anyone.
She's maleficar... and rotten to the core.
How can he even... this can't be a good idea.
She can't be a good influence on him.
I will admit that the thought did cross my mind, several times.
But look at it another way...
You know, you are just too understanding about stuff like this.
Can't you be more judgmental?
I'm trying to rant, here.
Oh, I'm sorry.
You go ahead and rant, dear, and I'll just nod my head if you like.
So... what would you do if someone told you that they loved you?
Check their eyesight first, perhaps.
Is this someone I should know about?
No.
I mean, pretend you're a woman...
I am a woman, Alistair.
That shouldn't be too hard, but I'll give it a try.
Ahhh, that's... not what I meant.
Just... pretend you're another woman.
And someone told you that they loved you.
How would you react?
Well, that depends.
Does this someone just blurt it out?
Do I love them back?
I need context.
I...
I don't know if you love him back.
Maybe you do.
You've... spent a lot of time with this person.
Perhaps you need to wait for the right moment?
You could get her alone in camp, give her a gift perhaps.
Oh, I wasn't talking about me... just... forget I said anything.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> As you wish.
Do you think the tower is ever going to get back to what it was, Wynne?
I don't know.
A great number of people died.
It will be difficult to imagine rebuilding with that cloud hanging over everything for many years to come.
Do you think you will be there?
To help rebuild, I mean?
Once this is all over with?
I cannot say.
Even if I survive this Blight...
I am a very old woman, Alistair.
Why?
Because of some grey hair?
You are a formidable woman, Wynne.
You could see that it happens.
I think you overestimate the number of years I have left.
But perhaps you are right.
Or perhaps the memories of what happened there... will be too strong for me to face.
I have a hard time believing that.
Well, it's good to have someone that believes in me so.
Now if I could only feel the same way, myself.
That would be something.
Were you really in that cage for twenty days?
It might have been closer to thirty.
I stopped counting after a while.
What did you <emp>do</emp>?
I mean... twenty days is a long time to sit in one place and do nothing.
On good days, I posed riddles to the passersby, offering them treasures in exchange for correct answers.
You know, you never did tell me how you passed the time in that cage for so long.
Hmmm...
I spy with my little eye, something that begins with... "G."
So I suppose once I'm actually king I could end up in negotiations with the qunari one day.
My people do not negotiate.
What do you mean?
They negotiated a peace treaty after the war, and as far as I know they've kept to its terms.
They signed a piece of paper.
But only because they knew that you believed in it.
And what is the difference between that and negotiating?
They stopped fighting for their own reasons.
And they will resume it again, one day.
The agreement means nothing to them.
But I thought you said your people believed in honor.
They do.
The honor of the qunari is what will bring our warships back to your shores.
So, Shale... when you were standing there all that time?
Did you... sleep?
I have no need to sleep.
My body does not tire or do--ugh--other flesh-related functions.
But don't you get bored?
Wouldn't you want to dream, at least?
I do not dream.
This is what it does when it sleeps?
It paws its nose and mumbles incoherently.
Yes, of course.
I thought we all--huh... you watch me?
I watch all closely when they are still at night.
There is little else to do.
For... hours and hours?
I count the breaths.
It helps to overcome the overwhelming urge to crush their faces while they sleep.
Well.
I won't be doing much of <emp>that</emp> anymore.
So tell me something... do you feel pain?
When you get hit in combat?
This is when it squeals loudly and spurts blood about?
This is when it feels pain?
I'm not sure.
I don't think I'd call it distress, exactly.
It's more... <desc>screaming</desc>
For me, it is more... <desc>pained growl</desc>
That sounds more like a bowel movement.
I mean that sharp, stabbing... <desc>screams</desc> Like that?
No.
Nothing like that.
No?
Huh.
Good to know.
So this... "bird thing" of yours.
I do not have a "bird thing." I have an extremely justified rage of the flying vermin that plague this world!
But there are some birds that are useful.
Like the ones you eat!
I approve of the ritual slaying of the foul beasts, but--it eats one?
Disgusting.
They're really quite tasty.
You just need to rip off the feathers, first.
I like the skin, myself.
I... think I am going to be sick...
So do you ever want to go back?
To Honnleath?
Perhaps it should stare at a patch of grass for thirty years and then tell me how much it misses it.
Point taken.
Still, if you can't remember anything else ever... it would be scary to leave, I'd think.
Fortunately, I am not as comfortable with the mundane and familiar as some.
Ooh, ow.
Ow!
Sort of an adventurer, I see.
Brave new world, that sort of thing?
And instead, I should be content to remain in that village, standing still out of fear of the unknown?
What life is that?
I know what I am, now.
I know how I was made.
I can move forward.
It who has had so much more should do half as well.
Um.
Thanks for that.
I feel... really good, now.
A pleasure.
Next time, we shall speak of its grammar and personal hygiene.
What?
You're... you're drunk, aren't you!
Eh?
Was that a question?
It didn't sound like a question.
How in the Maker's name do you manage to be constantly drunk?
Are we even carrying that much alcohol with us?
Jealous, huh? <desc>Laughs</desc>
A little, yes.
Why can't I be drunk all the time?
I never get to be drunk.
You know, if you drank more wine, you would whine much less.
So... that game you were playing in camp, what was that?
Diamondback.
You've never played Diamondback, have you?
That's Diamondback?
I've... heard of it.
I thought it was a card game played by dwarven... er...
Go on, say it.
Prostitutes.
It's not true, of course.
It's not?
Of course not.
A noble hunter never charges money.
Not if she wants to see him again, that is.
Never saw one turn down a gift, though.
Err... what does that have to do with card games?
Even a noble hunter can get bored.
Tell you what, don't ever bet your clothes.
They'll strip you clean and leave you naked in the street, trust me.
I'll... take your word on it.
So you and Branka were really married?
Tell you what, boy: you ever been married?
Of course not.
I was raised in the Chantry.
Thank the hardest stone you can find.
Marriage is for suckers.
So no pitter-patter of little Oghren feet running around the home cave, I take it?
All I ever got out of that moss-licker was a headache, a deaf ear, a scratched-up back and that rash it took three different ointments to get rid of.
Wow, she gave up on you, did she?
And here you are, a keeper, too.
So... let me get this straight.
You were a cloistered sister?
You must have been a brother before you became a templar, no?
I never actually became a templar.
I was recruited into the Grey Wardens before I took my final vows.
Do you ever regret leaving the Chantry?
No, never.
Do you?
Yes.
You may not believe it, but I found peace there.
The kind of peace I've never known.
It used to get so quiet at the monastery that I would start screaming until one of the brothers came running.
I would tell them that I was just checking.
You never know, right?
I... no, I never did anything like that.
I enjoyed the quiet.
Suit yourself.
The look on their face was always priceless.
You know, I've heard about the Orlesian bards.
Who hasn't?
They are quite famous, after all.
The stories I heard were a little... racier.
It had to do with how a bard assassinated her target.
How they were... lulled into complacency.
If those stories were true, who would ever agree to entertain a bard in their court?
Oh, I don't know, there's a certain allure to danger, isn't there?
And besides, you couldn't all be assassins, could you?
I'd take my chances.
If the stories were true, that is.
We had rules about that sort of thing.
Strict rules.
Such as?
You're not going to tell me, are you?
Let's just say I had plenty of reasons to join the Chantry, shall we?
And leave it at that.
So what do you think will happen to all those people we left behind in Lothering?
Some of them will find their way to Denerim.
Many will die.
As the Maker wills.
Don't you wish you could have stayed there?
To help more people, I mean?
If the Blight isn't stopped, everyone will die.
This is the greater good we're serving, both of us, right here.
So it's all right to let some people die for the greater good?
I...
I'm not so sure about that.
I felt bad leaving all those people there, all panicked and helpless.
You're doing what you must, Alistair.
There will be worse to come yet... you will need to steel yourself, you know this.
I've never been very good at that.
The steeling myself part.
I find it better sometimes to just be a little weak.
I'm all right with that, really.
I don't believe you.
And either way, it's not as if any of us has a choice.
So let me get this straight.
You think the Maker actually spoke to you?
Gave you a mission?
Who told you that?
Was it Him?
Are you two talking about me behind my back?
Calm down.
I'm just curious.
People have claimed that the Maker has talked to them before.
Hundreds, all recorded in the Chantry archives.
But they were all...
Crazy?
You don't think that I've asked myself that once or twice?
You've asked yourself that?
And what did the Maker have to say about it?
I received visions.
It is not as if the Maker and I... chat about everything in my life.
Oh, I don't know.
From what I hear, the Maker's not up to much these days.
Just twiddles his thumbs, really.
That's heresy!
And you're making fun of me now.
Please stop.
So have you heard?
Morrigan and him are... you know.
Have you nothing better to do than spread idle gossip.
And besides, he can probably hear us both.
You're not being very discreet.
No, look, he's not even paying attention.
Hmmm.
Maybe.
You don't... think that he's serious about it, do you?
The woman is a vile fiend.
Well, look here, now who's an idle gossip?
Me-ow!
You're the one who started this, I might remind you.
And I'm... well, I'm ending it!
So I'm wondering something... what exactly does a woman see in a man like Zevran?
Oh, he's handsome enough for some.
Why do you ask?
No reason.
It's just... doesn't he seem to be a bit too much?
The hair, the clothing...
I don't understand.
A bit too much what?
Do you have a problem with him?
Beyond the fact that he's an assassin who's tried to kill us more than once.
No... no, not really.
Do women go for that sort of thing?
Where I come from they do, oh yes.
Huh.
Really?
I see.
So... this thing you and him have going?
Doesn't that violate your vows?
What?
What kind of question is that to just blurt out?
What do we "have going?"
Yes, I'm that blind.
I so totally did not see you ogling each other before.
He was not ogling me.
Was he?
Was he really ogling me?
Now that you say it, I'm not sure.
Maybe he wasn't ogling you.
I don't know...
I could always ask him...
You can't do that!
Could you?
You couldn't do that...
I could.
But I won't.
Next thing you'll have me pulling his hair and passing him love letters.
I... just mind your own business.
How inappropriate!
So... let's talk about your mother for a moment.
I'd rather talk about your mother.
There's nothing to talk about.
And besides, isn't your mother a scary witch who lives in the middle of a forest?
Much more interesting.
To you, perhaps.
You would find the moss growing upon a stone interesting.
You know what's more interesting than that?
Apostates.
Mages outside of the tower.
That's illegal, you know.
You did not read that in a book somewhere, did you?
I hope the small letters did not strain you overmuch.
Or we could not talk about your mother.
That works for me.
So tell me something, Morrigan.
Did you live there in that forest your entire life?
I left it on occasion, but I always returned.
Why?
Is that so strange?
It was my home.
But it was just you and your mother there?
No one else?
Mother occasionally had... company.
What?
Company?
Do I even want to ask?
No.
You really don't.
Why do you always go on about how stupid I am?
I'm not stupid, am I?
If you need to ask the question...
Because it hurts my manly feelings, you know.
All one of them.
Then I'll be sure to write you an apology once all of this is over.
I was educated by the Chantry.
I studied history.
They don't make stupid templars.
Then I must have been mistaken.
I'm very impressed.
No you're not.
You're not even listening to me.
My, you are smarter than you look after all.
Your Chantry must have been very proud.
All right.
I've come up with one, a question that you can't answer.
Are you talking to me?
That's right.
You think you're so smart?
I've got an academic question that I bet you won't be able to answer.
Oh, I doubt that.
So tell me, then: what was the name of Andraste's husband?
This is a religious question, not an academic one.
You're joking, right?
A five year-old could answer that question.
Do you not know more than a child?
I care nothing for your religion.
And this game of yours is over.
Oh, how the mighty have crumbled.
So what's the deal with you and him, anyway?
Dare I ask?
Him?
Him who?
Is this supposed to mean something to me?
You know exactly who I'm talking about.
Mister Let's-Make-Kissy-Faces over there.
My, my.
You are jealous, aren't you?
Did I take your favorite Grey Warden away from you?
What?
I'm not jealous!
I'm horrified.
Those blushing cheeks of yours tell a different tale.
These blushing cheeks are terrified that you'll suck all the blood out of them once you're finished with him.
If I feel the need to suck on anything of yours, Alistair, you'll be the first to know.
That... was so not what I meant.
Perhaps we should go and tell him together about your touching concerns?
Perhaps he'll pay more attention to you if you ask nicely.
Uh-huh.
I think we're done here.
Done before you started, in fact.
So tell me, was the Tower of Magi everything you thought it would be?
Abominations running rampant?
Templars ready to slaughter every mage in sight?
Yes, it rather met all my expectations.
You don't think you might have been better off getting your training there?
Instead of whatever your mother taught you?
You're right.
My mother didn't nearly have as many abominations running about.
That certainly would have improved my education.
Hmm.
I'll give you that one.
I'm so relieved.
So you've heard, I hope?
How I'm going to be king?
With a crown and everything.
Proud of yourself, are you?
Well, they don't let just anyone be king, you know.
They don't let evil forest witches be king, for instance.
There was a Fereldan king once who drooled on himself in such volume that he required a constant attendant to wipe his chin in court.
You're making that up.
Not at all.
The kings of old would be pleased to see that their bloodline has not strayed very far from its roots.
Look, can we talk for a moment?
I need to tell you something I, ah, should probably have told you earlier.
Well... yes?
I guess so.
Err... all right.
Later it is.
Sorry to, umm, bother you.
It's important.
But...
I suppose it could wait.
It already has, after all.
Yes, that's right.
I stopped you to tell you I'm an idiot.
Whew!
Thank the Maker you know already!
Now I can stop worrying I'll be found out.
Oh, ho, ho.
I'm trying to be serious, here.
Just listen.
What can I say?
I'm a witty idiot.
But...
I'm trying to be serious, here.
Just listen.
I am?
That... no, no, never mind that.
I'm not trying to be cute, I'm trying to be serious.
Just listen.
I don't know.
I doubt it.
I've never liked it, that's for sure.
I told you before how Arl Eamon raised me, right?
That my mother was a serving girl at the castle and he took me in?
The reason he did that was because... well, because my father was King Maric.
Which made Cailan my... half-brother, I suppose.
Ha!
Yes, I guess it does at that.
I should use that line more often.
<desc>Sigh</desc> How?
When would I say that? "Oh, by the way, King Maric had sex with a servant and she produced a bastard son.
That's me."
I would have told you, but... it never really meant anything to me.
I was inconvenient, a possible threat to Cailan's rule and so they kept me secret.
I've never talked about it to anyone.
Everyone who knew either resented me for it or they coddled me... even Duncan kept me out of the fighting because of it.
I didn't want you to know, as long as possible.
I'm sorry.
Why wouldn't he?
He was King Maric's best friend.
I don't know if that means anything, though...
I certainly never considered the idea that it might ever be important.
Yes, because we've gotten along so swimmingly before now?
Because you're such a close confidante?
Look, I said I'm sorry!
I know I should have said something.
This... it's never brought me anything but problems.
I wish it weren't even true.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Good.
I'm glad.
It's not like I got special treatment for it, anyhow.
Arl Eamon eventually married a young woman from Orlais, despite all the problems it caused with the king so soon after the war.
He loved her a great deal.
Anyway, the new arlessa resented the rumors which pegged me as the arl's bastard.
They weren't true, but of course they existed.
The arl didn't care, but she did.
So off I was packed to the nearest monastery at age ten.
Just as well.
The arlessa made sure the castle wasn't a home to me by that point.
She despised me.
Heh.
I suppose you're right.
I wasn't raised as the arl's son, though, if you're picturing that.
I slept in hay out in the stables, not on silk sheets.
I remember I had an amulet with Andraste's holy symbol on it.
The only thing I had of my mother's.
I was so furious at being sent away, I tore it off and threw it at the wall and it shattered.
Anyway... that's really all there is to the story.
So there you have it.
Now can we move on, and I'll just pretend you still think I'm some... nobody who was too lucky to die with the rest of the Grey Wardens.
Some nobody who was too lucky to die with the rest of the Grey Wardens.
Welcome to the club.
The reason I think we have a chance of setting things right.
The reason why I say I was lucky.
I... feel very unworthy of that.
But thank you.
I can't believe I didn't say something sooner to you.
I feel very unworthy of such a compliment.
No, I...
I suppose not.
I don't feel very lucky at all, to be honest.
He was King Cailan's uncle.
And he's a good man, well-loved by the people.
So, yes, I think he will be motivated to help us somehow.
My blood has never been important to me.
I've spent my whole life trying to forget about it and being told that I would never sit on the throne.
Yes, I'm quite sure.
At any rate, I don't look anything like him... you'll see for yourself.
Not that that stopped the rumors any.
Probably.
It was just a kindness he did to a woman who had served him.
It wasn't like he was my father.
I didn't sleep on silk sheets in the keep, you know.
Oh no, no I don't like the sound of that, if that's where you're going.
It was made very clear to me early on that there's no room for me on the throne.
I have no illusions about my status, however.
It's always been made very clear that I'm a commoner and now a Grey Warden and in no way in line for the throne.
Let's hope not.
I'm the son of a commoner, and a Grey Warden to boot.
It was made very clear to me early on that there was no room for me raising any rebellions or such nonsense.
Yes, because that's what I want.
Someone to find attractive the one thing I hate the most.
Gosh, watch me swoon.
I... ah... not that I would want someone to like me for that reason, but there... are worse fates.
Ahem.
Oh!
Did I just find the one damn decent thing about my birthright?
I think I did.
No!
Maker's breath, just hearing that gives me a heart attack!
It's not true, anyhow...
I'm the son of a commoner.
It was always made clear that the throne is not in my future.
And that's fine by me.
No, if there's an heir to be found, it's Arl Eamon himself.
He's not of royal blood, but he is Cailan's uncle... and more importantly, very popular with the people.
Well, let's see.
How do I tell you this?
We're almost at Redcliffe.
Did I say how I know Arl Eamon, exactly?
Errr... no.
Why would you think that?
Wait, don't answer that.
Just let me finish.
No.
No, I'm not his son.
I'm a bastard.
My mother was a serving girl at Redcliffe castle and she died when I was born.
Arl Eamon took me in and raised me before I was sent to the Chantry.
Then tell me later.
You guess so?
Let me guess: You're an idiot.
Spit it out, then.
It wasn't exactly a secret.
Ha!
That sounds suspiciously like sarcasm.
You're cute when you're sarcastic.
I'm not going to like this, am I?
What's on your mind?
Why did you wait to tell me this?
Doesn't that make you the heir to the throne?
What?!
You don't think you might have told me this before?
I think I understand.
And you think the arl will help us?
And what does that make me?
You're here with me.
I think I'm the lucky one.
Aren't you?
You were young.
But you are an heir to the throne, right?
Did she know the truth about you?
You're the heir to the throne, then?
Are you sure?
You're not hiding anything else?
So I should be calling you Prince Alistair?
I hope this isn't something sordid.
Why?
Are you his son?
I think you said he raised you.
Halla Antlers
The curiously intertwined antlers from a halla.
What is there to speak of? <desc>Chuckles</desc> Do you wish me to tell you how wonderful you are?
Shall I say you are virile and manly?
I prefer action over words.
Why don't you prove it to me, hmm?
Details, details.
Words it is, then.
What is it that you wish to know so badly, hmm?
How we...?
That is... that is a rather tiresome topic.
Why are you being so tiresome?
Enough.
I do not...
I have no patience for this sort of blather.
If you wish to know something specific, I would prefer you ask it.
Otherwise leave me be.
Excellent.
Then this has been a very productive discussion, has it not?
Let us have more of them.
Good.
I hate long discussions.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Aye, that is me indeed.
<desc>Sigh</desc> You are determined to be tiresome, are you?
Oh, has my poor widdle man's feelings been hurt?
What do you say I kiss it and make it better, hmm?
An odd question, is it not?
What do you foresee?
Marriage?
Children?
Shall we settle in the countryside, you paint the shed while I bake the bread?
<desc>Laughs</desc> Are you truly serious?
What do I want?
I...
You are a rather curious and frustrating man.
Is what you already possess not enough?
Must you always want more?
Enough.
I grow tired of this topic.
Let us speak of it another time.
Do you have something else in mind?
You are the one who asked the question, as if there were somewhere for us to go.
I did not say that, precisely.
I... no, never mind.
And you are being very tiresome.
Must you be so dour and tiresome?
What is it, then, that you wish to know so badly?
How sentimental you are.
So you have said.
Am I supposed to take this as an endearment?
Yes, yes.
I shall take that as a compliment, whether intended or not.
Is there more?
It's a clumsy start, but we can move onto the flirting, if you like.
Fair enough.
I hope it was as good for you as it was for me.
Charming.
Please continue while I pretend not to listen.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Let us continue on, then, while I think of something to rhyme.
Thank you.
It warms my heart to know you care so.
I do know this.
In fact, you have said so before.
Indeed?
I understand repetition is in fact the source of true genius.
Do you have something else to say?
Or is that contribution to be the only interaction I cherish for the moment?
Good.
Then let us contemplate our brilliance in silence.
I'd prefer a few things about you, as well.
Let us ponder these wishes in silence, shall we?
Yes, I do in fact know that.
Would you like a recitation of adjectives I could use for you?
I do not care what you think.
Or what you think of me, for that matter.
And you are a fool.
Is there a reason for this sudden insult?
Do you wish me to leave?
Sadly, we don't all get everything we want, do we?
Then I assume our discussion ends here.
Ah.
Too kind of you, then.
You helped me avoid the fate my mother had in store for me.
At the very least, I think I can aid you in return.
Because I need your help with my mother, of course.
Why else?
I am here because Flemeth commanded me to aid you.
Why?
Do you wish me to leave?
I can do so, if you prefer.
Are you sure?
If I leave, I can be of no further use to you.
So be it.
May you find your victory on your own.
Are we?
Then why do you ask such a question?
If you have something to ask, then ask it.
I do not enjoy this dance.
If I wanted to leave, then I would go.
I remain, so do not ask such pointless questions.
I'm assuming you are referring to our... flirtation.
Think nothing more of it.
I certainly shall not.
Nipping it in the bud, so to speak?
Ah.
I see.
End...?
Ah.
Our relationship.
Such as it is.
Does this have something to do with Leliana?
No, do not answer that.
I do not wish to know.
I will not lie to you.
I have enjoyed our... closeness.
But if... this is what you want, I will not bore you with... pointless questions.
So be it.
But if this is what you wish, I will not draw this out further.
So be it.
Only if you really want to.
Right here?
We're not even in camp!
I want to know how we feel about each other.
Why are you being so defensive?
I don't wish to know anything.
I like that idea.
Let's do that.
You are one saucy minx, you know that?
Are you avoiding the question?
Suddenly I feel like I'm none of those things...
I just want to know where this is going.
And what's so terrible about that?
I don't know.
What do you want?
Do you really think I want those things?
If you don't want any of those things, then fine.
I was simply curious.
I just want to be with you.
Is that so terrible?
You are being very defensive.
So... this is just a fling, then?
Nothing more?
Do you always have to make light of everything?
No.
I just wanted to say that.
Oh, there's plenty more where that came from.
No, that's about it.
I'd actually prefer it if you changed.
Yes, actually.
I want you to go.
What I want is for you to not be a bitch.
<desc>Sigh</desc> No, of course not.
I actually meant it as a compliment.
Yes, I want you to go.
You're of no use to me now.
I'm fine with that.
I want you gone.
No, I don't want you to leave.
I thought we were friends?
I was thinking maybe you had other reasons.
Do you want to leave?
Grand Oak Acorn
This acorn is enormous, as large as a human skull.
The sight of it would probably cause a squirrel to die of sheer joy.
Archons of the Imperium: Volume 1. <desc>Codex</desc>
The Tale of Iloren
This book, acquired from Cammen, relates the Tale of Iloren in its most cherished form.
Song Book
A leather bound book entitled, "In Uthenera."
Ironbark Bracer
As vestments for the hands and wrists go, these bracers are purely protective.
Unlike gloves, they offer neither warmth nor style.
Good evening, my lady!
Thank you for your lenience, my lady!
Oh!
My lady, we were just... ah...
Yes, my lady.
Thank you...
We won't forget this!
My lady is very kind to show us such lenience.
The teyrn, and perhaps the teyrna?
I honestly don't know, my lady.
We... appreciate that, my lady.
Thank you.
I believe you heard me, as I did not stutter.
Pardon me?
You're saying I stink.
You remind me of a few things, as well.
I shall see you tonight, my lady, after dinner is done and everyone has retired.
Until then.
Is there something else you would like to discuss, my lady?
Did I not just overhear you asking my mother's lady-in-waiting this exact thing?
Thank you, my lady, but I think not.
I look forward to this evening, my lady.
It is good to see you again, my lady.
And you also, Ser Gilmore.
Likewise, madame.
You are... very kind, my lord.
I am nobody special...
You make me blush.
And I you, my lady.
I am an open book, my lady.
What would you like to know?
You flatter me, my lady.
I am not so pretty that suitors are lining up, if that's what you mean.
Perhaps I should not take up your time further, then.
Good evening, my lady.
If I come to your door once everyone is asleep... would that be agreeable, my lady?
Farewell, my lady.
My lady is very kind.
Thank you.
Oh... you wish to talk to <emp>me</emp>?
Truly, it's a courtesy for one so... well-armed to notice a lowly merchant.
Best of luck to you.
It's not your business, but like my father, I was born on the surface.
We never had a caste to leave.
The Assembly says we've turned our back on the Stone, but they still use the goods we bring.
Hypocrites.
Maybe it'll change by the time my children are grown.
Someone has to.
Trade with other races can dry up.
We surfacers are Orzammar's lifeline, even if we're denied a caste.
Twice a year.
I am confined to a trade stall in the commons, but I see enough.
It is very... closed in.
My grandfather says I've lost my stone sense.
I was born topside.
I don't remember having it.
Again, I'm flattered by your interest, great lord.
Again, your interest flatters me, fine lady.
All this waiting for a king who will ignore me.
The world tests my patience.
My family could starve!
Doesn't that mean as much as who is king?
I-I'm sorry.
I should not speak such things aloud.
How can I help you?
Never mind.
I should go.
Did you lose your caste when you left Orzammar?
You live on the surface?
How often do you restock in Orzammar?
The Assembly is still deadlocked.
Veata!
This land is held in trust for the sovereign dwarven kings.
I cannot allow entry at this time.
King Loghain demands the allegiance of the deshyr or lords or whatever you call them in your Assembly!
I am his appointed messenger.
I don't care if you're the king's wiper, Orzammar will have none but its own until our throne is settled.
The Assembly has gone through a dozen votes without agreeing on a successor.
If it is not settled soon, we risk a civil war.
Threatening a sovereign guardsman only shows how far from House Aeducan you've fallen.
Your conviction and guilt were entered into Assembly records.
I suggest you leave and not compound this tragedy.
Losing a son to murder and a daughter to exile?
Who can blame him for seeking peace among the ancestors?
Any dwarf who chooses to walk topside chooses to be excluded.
Your business will wait.
Orzammar must limit outside influence until the throne is settled.
No one gets in.
Orzammar has no king.
Endrin Aeducan returned to the Stone not three weeks ago, sick over the loss of his sons.
You've done me a service.
That fool Imrek was barking for a week.
Are all humans so touched?
Safe journeys, Grey Warden.
I knew you wouldn't get much help of them.
I fear there's no help for any of us.
Long live King Harrowmont!
Call me that again and we'll see more slayings.
I didn't kill Trian!
How did Endrin die?
I am a Grey Warden.
This treaty obliges Orzammar to aid me.
I was born in Orzammar.
Let me pass.
I have important business in Orzammar.
The Assembly is deadlocked.
No one knows when they'll reopen the city.
They say no one goes in or out until the Assembly speaks.
Took them long enough to reach a sodding decision!
At last!
They've picked a king.
Everything's back to normal.
Hail to the Grey Warden!
Welcome, traveler.
You look like you'd appreciate a chance to browse some good Orzammar steel.
Atrast tunsha.
I appreciate your patronage.
Good.
People are starting to look at you.
Aye.
They say King Endrin named an heir on his deathbed, but the deshyrs are too busy fighting for power.
I met him once.
Didn't even mind talking with one of the merchant-caste.
But when he left, I saw him slap around his second.
If he wasn't prince, he'd be the kind of man I wouldn't want my daughter marrying.
They say Lord Harrowmont's a strict disciplinarian, but a good and fair man.
He's always paid on time, ten percent up front.
Don't go getting all imperious.
If you want to talk to a noble, head up those stairs.
Steward Bandelor's usually around the Assembly, and there's plenty of lordlings who'll happily talk your ear off about their "authority."
That's a broad question.
If it's gossip and ale you want, Tapsters is just east of here.
If you want more action, check out the Provings.
I heard there's a memorial tournament for King Endrin this afternoon.
Best fighters in Orzammar.
I hope you find something to your liking.
Good afternoon and-- Oh.
I don't do business with your kind.
I don't do business with casteless.
Oh.
You must be the Warden, then.
I remember that Proving.
Well, look around if you must.
Oh.
The, uh, one from the Proving, right?
I heard about that.
Well, fine, then.
Let me know if there's anything you want to see.
No brands welcome in my store.
Welcome back.
Is there something else you'd like?
Perhaps a dagger to complete that ensemble.
Sorry, friend, but I'm almost sold out.
King Bhelen just sent a man to stock arms for an entire army he's sending surface-side.
But you're welcome to take a look through what's left.
Isn't everyone?
Anything not nailed to the floor is up for bids.
Sorry, friend, but I'm almost sold out.
King Harrowmont's man Dulin was just here, buying stock to equip a whole army.
It sounds like things are pretty tense around here.
Do you know Lord Bhelen at all?
Do you know anything about Lord Harrowmont?
I need to talk to someone in authority.
So, what do you dwarves do for fun around here?
Let me see your inventory.
Take a close look.
You really want to say that?
I'm <FirstName/>, a Grey Warden, and you will sell to me.
No thanks.
I'm pretty busy.
Let me see what you've got.
Maker's blessing on you, brother.
Oh... you look as if you come from the surface.
I thought perhaps you were raised in the way of the Chantry.
I'm Brother Burkel, of the Redcliffe Chantry, returned to my ancestors' land to spread the Chant of Light.
I'm petitioning to open a chantry in Orzammar.
May the Maker's light shine through the darkness in your soul.
I... <desc>sigh</desc> never mind.
The shaper of memories has refused me so far.
I thought perhaps with another advocate...
Well, if you have a change of heart, let me know.
There is... resistance.
It's obvious the world wasn't created by the mortal souls who dwelt within it.
Yet the dwarves of Orzammar persist in worshipping their own forefathers.
You speak as if these people have deliberately chosen to reject the Maker.
But most of them haven't even heard His name.
How can they choose the path of enlightenment if they never learn that path exists?
Andraste revealed the truth!
The Maker took her up to live at His right hand and--
No.
Never mind.
It's clear you've strayed too far to be brought back with a single conversation.
Do you have any influence with the shaper of memories?
The Shaperate controls changes in Orzammar's structure and society.
I need the shaper of memories' permission to open a prayer meeting.
Oh, I'd hoped you'd say that!
Could you talk to him?
You're from the surface; you know the Chantry's good works.
A chantry here could provide more than just spiritual guidance.
It could be a place of education, of refuge for widows and orphans, a place of charity.
Too many in Orzammar spend their lives overlooked.
The Shaperate is in the prime tier of the city, near the royal estate.
Does this mean you're--you will help me, then?
I can see the Maker's hand on your shoulder, guiding you always.
Please, let me know as soon as you've heard anything.
The shaper of memories controls the Shaperate, Orzammar's record system.
Like the Chantry's historians, but, but more thorough.
They track the births and lineage of every dwarf born in the city, every property sale, death in battle, marriage, or divorce.
Even with our new king on the throne, I need the shaper of memories' permission to open a prayer meeting.
Ah!
It's a great pleasure to meet a fellow believer.
The Maker brought forth this world and every creature in it.
He chose a human woman as His prophet and bride, but He loves all races.
Maker's blessing on you, sister.
Maker's blessing, brother.
I never expected to see you back.
Is there something you seek?
Then may your paths be righteous and the truth light your way.
Mm... not yet.
But I have an audience with the shaper this afternoon.
Of course, the shaper has heard my plea before.
I doubt he'll change his mind now.
Great.
Thanks.
Um, I mean, with the Maker guiding me, I've no need for mere luck.
Would you?
The Shaperate must approve any large change to Orzammar's society.
Without their blessing, the Maker's word will never be heard here.
Maker's blessing, sister.
Have you spoken with the shaper yet?
Well... perhaps more prosaic tasks have occupied you today, but it was no small favor you promised.
You offered to ask the shaper of memories to allow a chantry within Orzammar's walls.
Without his blessing, thousands of dwarves may never hear Andraste's message or feel the Maker's light.
Andraste teaches that patience is the child of wisdom, but I'm eager to hear if you've seen the shaper.
Oh.
Well, I should not have asked another to meet the challenge the Maker has set before me.
Best of luck to you, brother.
May we both walk in the light.
Best of luck to you, sister.
Oh, praise the Maker!
You truly walk in the light, friend.
I already found a convert among the merchants who offered his shop as a temporary chantry.
It's just by the Tapsters.
Please, come to our first service!
May the Maker guide your way.
Welcome to what will soon be Orzammar's first chantry.
The Chant of Light will reach all corners of the world.
We will never forget who made this possible.
The Chantry never turns away a soul in need.
How can I help?
Ah.
So many suffer as long as people deny that all are equal in the Maker's eyes.
Tell this woman that the Chantry will raise her child without questions.
Whatever her reasons for giving him up, she can know he always has a place with us.
To send someone like yourself on such a mission, I suspect she needs more than that.
But send her here and she will find succor for any wounds, of the body or soul.
I will, um, see what I can do.
May her memory live forever.
We promised a place to your friend and her son.
The Maker smiles on your compassion.
Not very religious.
Sorry.
I will not help spread your lies.
Well, good luck with that.
Let me know how it turns out.
That's their religion.
You shouldn't interfere.
Whose permission do you need to open a chantry?
Do you want me to talk to him for you?
Of course.
I know the shaper well.
You'd probably make a more convincing case than I could.
Any idea where I could find this shaper?
If I bump into the shaper, I'll be sure to mention it.
Very well, I'll speak with him.
The shaper of memories?
Why would we want a human chantry in Orzammar?
Don't dwarves worship their ancestors or something?
May His divine spirit always light your way.
Why are you invoking a human god?
I didn't think dwarves believed in the Maker.
I'd like to talk to the shaper for you.
Any luck opening your chantry?
Well, I wish you luck.
Maybe I could talk to him for you.
Not yet.
Let me go look for him.
What did you want me to ask him, again?
Right.
I'll go find him right now.
I couldn't get him to see reason.
He agreed to let you hold prayer meetings.
I met a woman who needs your help.
Will you take her casteless son as a ward of the Chantry?
She needs a job.
Can she find work here?
She needs food and a warm bed for her child.
Good.
I expect a plaque on the door.
I serve only Andraste.
Excuse me.
I, um, do you... have a moment?
I overheard you talking before...
Are you from the surface?
Oh, I actually was talking to your companions... or are you from the surface, too?
A-A thousand pardons for soiling your path with my presence.
I've been trying forever to find someone who really knows the surface world.
I-I don't suppose you've heard of something called "The Circle?"
I've been trying to reach someone there for years; I've sent missives with every caravan, but I never get a reply.
I want to know if they would accept me for study.
I don't want to <emp>do</emp> magic.
No dwarf can cast spells, but I don't see why I shouldn't study it.
It would be a valuable exchange.
Orzammar would learn of one of the great natural forces of the surface.
And the Circle gains direct access to our knowledge of lyrium smithing.
Uh-What do you mean...?
Oh.
You're looking for payment?
My father's shop refines lyrium for smithing.
If you help me, I'm sure I could get you some.
Then you'll tell them about me?
Then I'll wait for the next caravan.
I'm not giving up!
Someday, they <emp>will</emp> take me.
I refuse to accept anything less!
That would be wonderful!
My name is Dagna, daughter of Janar of the Smith Caste.
Tell them I've already begun reading the Tevinter Imperium's "Fortikum Kadab," and it's just fascinating!
Did you know the Imperial Magister Lords once had genealogies of every human family known to produce a mage child?
<desc>Gasps</desc> Oh, I'll go pack my bags right now!
I'll be waiting by my father's shop!
No dwarf has ever studied at the Circle of Magi!
I guess you never read First Enchanter Caethelun's "Treatise Concerning Dwarves and the Non-Heritability of Magic."
Oh, my lady, it's an honor.
I've never met an actual mage.
Is it true you can manipulate nature's forces with your mind?
Like you were born with lyrium in your veins?
Don't let the glamour fool you, child.
Wielding magic is a dangerous occupation and a great responsibility.
Of course not!
Haven't you read First Enchanter Caethelun's "Treatise Concerning Dwarves and the Non-Heritability of Magic?"
He tested dwarves from twenty bloodlines, and found they couldn't perform any level of spell casting, regardless of lyrium exposure or time on the surface.
The Circle speculates that lyrium in the Stone shields us from spiritual influences and over time made us immune to them.
I want to go to the Circle to study.
Then I'm truly honored.
You look like you're not from around here.
Do... do you have any more time now?
I know you're busy, but... it will just take a moment.
I'm Dagna, daughter of Janar of the Smith Caste.
I tried to talk to you earlier, but... if I can just have a second...
Forget it.
I know what you think of my dreams.
You're back.
But it takes two weeks and four days <emp>minimum</emp> to make the journey to the Circle Tower.
I'm guessing you haven't left yet.
You talked to him?
Of course he won't let me go.
He wants to sell me off for the highest dowry.
I don't <emp>care</emp> if I lose my caste.
I'll stay on the surface forever.
Thank you.
Thank you!
No!
They ruin everything!
They want me to be just like them.
They'll never understand!
Here in Orzammar, we're surrounded by stone and tradition and more stone.
Nothing ever changes.
But to break every natural law by thinking about it... to dream and walk in a realm where everything you think comes true, I can't imagine anything more wonderful.
Tell the Circle I wish to study there.
I know they don't normally admit anyone without magical aptitude, but I could bring much as a student of magical history.
I'll do whatever they want: scrub floors, mend clothes.
If they just let me sit quietly at the back of the classroom...
Well, I've waited nineteen years.
Another month won't kill me.
I'll be waiting!
Hello.
How can I--it's you!
And it's been... well, quite a while.
Enough time to get to the Circle and back, I hope?
Oh, please tell me what they said.
Then I will.
I'll go right now.
I'll do whatever it takes... just to be there.
Thank you for asking.
That's more than anyone else has done for me.
But...
I could help them.
I'm a smith.
I can build whatever they need.
Did you tell them that?
How can that be?
There's always a Circle, in every human nation.
All the books agree...
You talked to him!?
Of course he wants me to stay!
He wants to sell me off to some pockmarked smith with a good dowry.
He's never understood me.
But I'm going anyway!
I-I mean... if they'll have me.
Did you get an answer?
But... what will happen to the mage-born now?
They'll still need somewhere to train.
They'll need a new Circle, and people to help them rebuild.
Oh, those are the mages who've had their Fade connection severed.
I've read about that.
They must be just like dwarves!
Ancestors bless you!
Ancestors bless you; I can't believe it!
There hasn't even been a dwarven observer in the Circle since Ureldin in the thirteen century!
Uh...
I-I-I need to pack.
No.
My parents would get suspicious.
I need to <emp>go</emp>.
Is there anything I should bring?
Books?
Tuition?
Then I should go... before my parents come looking for me.
If you ever go to the Circle again, maybe I'll see you there.
Of course.
A reward...
I was just bringing some lyrium in from the storeroom.
Will that do?
I have either a lyrium rune that can be implanted in any weapon or some of the serum mages use.
Which do you want?
Here you go.
I hope it's enough to thank you.
I'll never forget what you did.
Right.
Um.
Lyrium.
Look, I can't go inside or my parents will know something's wrong.
But I have a bit from the storeroom.
I hope it's enough.
The Circle is amazing!
Thank you so much for making this possible!
Get out of my way.
Can I help you?
Yes, you could say that.
Sorry.
Can't help you.
Why is a dwarf interested in the Circle?
You want to leave Orzammar?
You're crazy.
Dwarves can't do magic.
Ridiculous.
Stay in your place and leave the mages alone.
And what would the messenger get?
I'm out of your price range, girl.
But good luck.
I'll talk to the first enchanter next time I see him.
The Circle needs all the allies it can get right now. 
I'm not a messenger, but I wish you luck.
How much do you want to convince me?
I doubt the Circle's ready for new students right now.
I can bring the Circle your request.
Why wouldn't they?
My companion here is a senior enchanter of the Circle.
Oh, great.
A fan.
Sorry, I'm busy.
We'd be happy to answer any questions.
Aren't there any mages here?
Why don't you read about axes and ale, like a proper dwarf?
Right.
Uh, of course I read that.
So what do you want with the Circle?
I'm a mage, myself.
Of course I've heard of the Circle!
The Circle of Magi?
Have we met?
Your father doesn't want you going to the Circle.
I'll talk to the Circle for you.
You should do as your family asks.
Why are you so interested in magic, anyway?
I'm not leaving Orzammar until this election is resolved.
I'm on my way there now.
Bring your petition to the templars.
They're in charge now.
The mages are rebuilding.
They have no time for you.
I'm sorry.
The Circle Tower is no more.
It's better you stay.
You must obey your father.
The Chantry performed an annulment on the Tower.
The mages were corrupted and had to be killed.
You can go to the Circle to live alongside the Tranquil.
First Enchanter Irving accepted you for study.
Nothing.
The mages need every ally they can get.
A little token of your gratitude would be nice.
I'll take the serum.
I'll take the rune.
My reward would be a nice start.
Ancestors bless you for saving my poor store.
I don't know how to express my gratitude.
May you walk in the footsteps of Paragons!
She's a monster, plain and simple.
A band of casteless thugs.
They're to blame for all the crime in Orzammar these days.
The carta used to prey only on their own kind.
But since Jarvia stepped in, they even dare the upper city.
I-I've never met her, of course.
They say she never leaves Dust Town.
That's, uh, the older area of the city, where the casteless congregate.
She's the one directing this depravity.
Since good King Endrin died, they're getting bolder.
They used to be a problem only in Dust Town, but now they're in the Commons, shaking honest men down for coin.
I wouldn't be surprised if her men come after me in the Diamond Quarter itself.
Don't even whisper that.
She's untouchable.
She has a secret base below the city, and they say there's a whole army down there, ready to die for her.
Actually... we shouldn't be talking here.
I-I need to run.
These casteless, they're all the same.
Beggars, thugs, and murderers, every one.
Whoever takes the throne had better root out the whole nest of them.
That carta's worse than a pack of cave rats.
Back to work?
I can't stay here after...after that.
Jarvia will be looking for me.
They're criminals and the children of criminals.
The ancestors themselves declared them irredeemable.
How dare you!
I should've known better than to think there was one decent brand in the city.
Now, get out of my store!
I suppose there are a few decent souls born in the lot...
Their births are abominations.
They were born from no kalna, with no acknowledgement by the shapers.
They are destined to be criminals.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
I'm grateful for your help, but I don't think we have any more to talk about.
What have you done?
Great ancestors, he's dead!
In <emp>my</emp> store.
I have to get out of here.
I have to hide.
Jarvia will hunt me down for this.
You've ruined me!
If I die, it's your fault.
I have to run...
For painting my name on the largest target in Orzammar?
Sodding stone, why do you think we <emp>pay</emp> Jarvia's extortion?
Ah, my savior, back again.
What can I do for you?
I'm showing you the lowest prices I can afford, I assure you.
Did you have something more... pleasant you wished to discuss?
Stone preserve King Harrowmont.
Stone preserve King Bhelen.
No thanks are necessary.
Goodbye.
You could start by letting me look around your store...
Jarvia runs the carta?
Know anything about that?
What do you know about this Jarvia?
Don't worry.
I'll take care of her.
I should let you get back to work.
What do you know about her carta?
I should have let you die.
Check your eyes before I black them.
A casteless saved you.
Their children as well?
You go that far?
I suppose I'll just leave you to clean up, then.
What?
No token of gratitude?
Never mind.
Goodbye.
I'd like to see what you have for sale.
Thank you for your help.
We all need to rally against that treacherous Harrowmont.
Stand up straight!
I won't have you slacking just because good King Endrin is dead!
Tell me what we guard against, when the biggest villain walks unpunished through the Assembly!
You hold your tongue!
I won't!
If it weren't for Lord Harrowmont, we'd still have a king to bow to!
Don't be a fool!
It was Bhelen who killed the king, his own father!
Lord Harrowmont was the only one brave enough to say!
You'll not speak that way about the man who should be king!
Orzammar welcomes the Grey Wardens.
Surfacers appoint no Paragons?
Truly you're lost in all that sky.
They are the best of us, declared living ancestors.
Are you sure you're still a dwarf?
Ancestors have patience, if Branka could hear this... well, I wouldn't be standing in dried blood.
Veata!
I have enough crime without some casteless carrying weapons in the city.
Your actions risk pain of death!
Name yourself!
It's hard to believe we have a king again.
I suppose the ancestors figured the Aeducans had enough.
I suppose the ancestors truly favor the Aeducans.
The Proving?
You bother a Grey Warden on risk of... lots of pain.
Caste means nothing.
I'm <FirstName/>.
"Grey Warden" is all the name you need.
Welcome to Janar Family Armorers.
I must say, you look like my favorite kind of customer.
Looking for a new set of mail?
At Janar's we have everything from leather to platinum.
You're welcome back if you change your mind.
And you needn't bring a lot of coin.
We also accept items in trade.
Aye.
Has she been bothering you?
Gets a whiff of surface stink and she's like a cave tick--won't let go.
Ah, good.
Well, let me know if she does trouble you any.
What?!
Do you even know what you've done?
She's casteless now!
She can never marry, never work, and-and never be part of this family again!
My daughter is dead to me now.
Leave my store; you're not welcome here.
Do you even know what that means?
If Dagna goes to the surface, she forfeits her caste.
She'll never be able to marry or-or work in Orzammar again.
Dwarves don't do magic.
Dagna knows that.
It's just a childhood fantasy that dies hard.
Please.
If you see her, send her back and let me talk some sense into her.
That girl!
I've been telling her for years to give up those foolish notions.
Magic's a human trick; if Dagna wants enchantment, I can apprentice her to a lyrium crafter.
I'm sorry she bothered you.
Many apologies.
Perhaps I could take your mind off the insult by showing you around the store?
She's a smith.
The ancestors granted her to us to carry out that role, not pretend to be what no dwarf can.
Aye.
For a hundred generations.
My father made his name by inventing a fauld and tasset, which were integrated into the cuirass...
But, ah, I'm guessing by your face, you're not a smith yourself.
That she was, the best to walk these tunnels since Caridin himself.
Threw it away chasing old dreams, though.
Didn't last six months as a noble before she set into the Deep Roads looking for "ancient secrets."
Now she's dead in the tunnels.
All that brilliance... wasted.
The best smith who ever lived, bar none.
He gave us the secret of forging golems that could walk, talk, and defend our borders.
When we had them, no dwarf had to risk himself against the darkspawn.
It was a golden age for the Smith Caste.
His work was lost centuries ago when his thaig fell to the darkspawn.
No one even knows where it is anymore.
I stay out of politics.
It's not good for a smith to get the attention of those who grant vendors' licenses.
Lord Harrowmont's a fair man.
My father did business with him and he always paid on time.
But the Aeducans have served us well.
If it is the ancestors' wisdom to keep them on the throne, I cannot object.
They say Harrowmont's a fair man, and I'm proud he's my king.
Things have calmed down with a firm hand on the throne again.
May the ancestors bless King Bhelen's reign and that's the end of it.
Of course.
Keep in mind, we also take items on trade.
I must say, you look like our type of people.
I, uh, assume you have some kind of dispensation to let you wear all that.
Many apologies, I had to ask.
So, what can I help you with?
Atrast vala, stranger.
Here for armor or conversation?
Leave us alone!
Your foolishness killed our daughter.
There is nothing for you here.
Please don't encourage Dagna further.
Tell her you were wrong and that her place is with her family.
You monster!
You sent my daughter to the surface!
Now she can never return.
Get out!
No thanks.
I'm not interested.
Janar...
Do you have a daughter named Dagna?
No.
She hasn't been any bother.
You should know: she left for the Circle Tower.
I'd like to help her study with the mages.
She wants to become a mage.
Good.
I don't need to hear everyone's personal problems.
She very smart--shouldn't you let her do what she loves?
She already left to study at the Circle Tower.
Are you part of the Smith Caste?
Wasn't the Paragon Branka a smith?
What do you mean, Branka threw it all away?
Who's Caridin?
Just let me see what's in your store.
You know anything about what's happening with the king?
Let's see what you've got.
Yes.
I'm a Grey Warden.
How many times do I have to say it?
So, I been hearing rumors that a certain wine merchant is falling behind on his payments.
I... can't imagine what you mean.
I pay my expenses--
What about the expenses your good friend Jarvia incurs when providing your protection?
It's not easy ensuring nothing bad happens, that no one decides to just... burn everything in your store...
My store!
Please...
I don't have much.
Business isn't good... people are scared...
T-tell Jarvia I'll get her money, I--
Jarvia's not happy with your promises, old man.
Now, let's go inside and see what you've been holding back.
T-this is all I have right now.
I could get more if I sell something--
Well, well.
Looks like we have a visitor.
Friend of yours?
You... g-get out of here.
This is private business.
Not so fast, stranger.
You look like you're new here, so consider me your official guide.
These are dangerous times in Orzammar.
Lucky us, the merciful Jarvia is offering protection from the chaos.
You're wearing some fancy stuff there.
Might make you a target.
So if you want the carta's guarantee of safety, it's yours for the reasonable price of ten gold sovereigns.
Or I can't say what might happen.
Not at all.
And it takes more than an ugly face to scare me.
You ready to try...?
Not a-- Hey! 
You're the duster!
The one who axed Beraht.
Jarvia's been looking for you, and I bet she'd rather deal with you herself...
Enjoy your last night alive, duster!
You know what?
I'm thinking I do.
Whoa, whoa.
All right, you win.
I'm not gonna die for ten lousy sovereigns.
Wise decision.
I'm guessing Jarvia'll want to do business again real soon.
Then I can't be responsible for what happens to you.
Are you going to make your donation to the Stranger-Safety Fund, or do I have to show you how dangerous Orzammar is?
Whatever you say, dead man.
Whatever you say, lady.
And what the sod do you know about-- Hey!
You really should learn more about the places you visit.
The carta is the foundation of business in Orzammar.
It's a commercial venture of like-minded individuals who make money in whatever way suits their talents.
I don't see anyone who's going to make me.
You say "protection racket," I say "honorable business." You say "thief," I say "dead human."
You say "protection racket," I say "honorable business." You say "thief," I say "dead elf."
You say "protection racket," I say "honorable business." You say "thief," I say "one dead dwarf."
Please.
Don't get involved with this.
You don't know what they're like!
Then allow me to make some introductions.
These are dangerous times in Orzammar, stranger.
All right.
I'll go.
Don't you know who I am?
Take a good look.
Do you really want to start this?
Here's the money.
Now leave us alone.
I'll risk it.
That sounded like a threat.
Show me.
Did you say <emp>Jarvia</emp> is running the carta?
The carta?
I don't care what you call yourself.
Leave this man alone.
Or a gang of thieves running a protection racket.
Then, I'd better just kill you right now!
Is this man threatening you?
Looks more like extortion.
What's going on here?
Back to buy something, I hope.
I want that surface wealth coming back to us, Bhelen's ascension willing.
Your surface gold can come back anytime.
I'll take your gold.
You're good for that.
I can't believe that <emp>scheming</emp> Harrowmont stole the throne.
Now his taxes will bankrupt us to pay for his wife's diamonds!
Well, are you here to buy something or what?
Then stay away.
Some of us have to make a living.
At last, the rightful king is on the throne.
In honor of our good King Bhelen, two silvers off anything you buy!
This shop is closed.
Let me see what you have in your store.
Sorry.
Just looking around.
Did you see that?
I cannot <emp>believe</emp> what this city has come to.
This would never have happened when Endrin was alive.
Aye.
In the end, Endrin himself recognized that Bhelen cared for nothing but power.
It was Endrin who ordered his son away from his deathbed and embraced Lord Harrowmont as his heir.
Aye.
I thought you'd know this.
Lord Harrowmont should be our king!
He was King Endrin's closest advisor, the only one he could trust.
Endrin himself, ancestors welcome him, asked the Assembly to endorse Harrowmont.
You come at a sad time, stranger.
I'm going home to wait it out.
I suggest you do the same.
He is a good man and a skilled general.
King Endrin trusted him with his life and I will do no less.
Everybody knows he killed his brother Trian and let his father's favorite son take the blame.
And many question whether Endrin died abed as we were told... or whether Bhelen helped him along!
He died in bed after his eldest son was murdered and the Assembly condemned his second son for it.
I cannot blame him for preferring to join the ancestors in eternal peace.
If Bhelen didn't murder him himself.
Only as a potential match for one of his sons.
He was a good king--stern and fair and just.
I am Nerav Helmi, third daughter of the second matron of House Helmi.
And you, stranger?
What brings you to Orzammar at such a time?
A Grey Warden?
That explains why they allowed you past the gates.
What kind of aid do you mean?
A Blight?
Now?
But... our warriors are killing each other in the streets!
I'm sorry, stranger.
I fear there will be no aid for you in Orzammar.
If you seek Lord Harrowmont's support, I suggest you talk with his trusted advisor, Dulin Forender.
He might be able to get you an audience.
But there are no dwarven Grey Wardens this generation except for...
Oh, that's who you are.
I thought... with the brand...
I assumed you were a surfacer.
I-I have to go.
You're from the surface?
I thought with all your finery... but I suppose that explains the... mark on your face.
From long ago, I suppose.
The city is torn apart.
King Endrin is dead and the Assembly can't decide who takes the throne--Lord Harrowmont, or that monster, Bhelen.
Who are... by the ancestors!
You were exiled into the Deep Roads.
How can you be standing here?
After what he did to Trian?
He should be!
But I forget, you don't know how things have been here.
More than considered.
Aye, and worse.
But I'm glad to see you back. 
Then I hope your return is a good omen.
Since your father died, many have begun to wonder if it was Bhelen's hand behind Trian's death, not yours.
Even your father believed that.
It's why he appointed Lord Harrowmont as his heir.
But enough deshyrs support Bhelen to keep the Assembly in a deadlock.
You can see how bad things have gotten.
He dares not leave his estate often; you've seen what sort of thugs support your brother.
He still lives in the king's quarters, pretending your father never repudiated him.
He seems to think if he's close to the throne long enough, we'll forget he has no right to claim it.
In his sleep, though many whisper those are only sweet words to hide the smell of poison.
May the ancestors accept the king among their blessed number.
He wouldn't dare say so, but the common folk do.
Not enough of them, I say.
Exactly half the Assembly still supports Bhelen, and their loyalty runs deep.
Exactly half the Assembly.
But as you know, that means his numbers are dropping.
I am glad to see you're safe.
A Blight?
Now?
But... our warriors are killing each other in the streets!
Who will lead the battle?
How will we survive?
Then may the ancestors guide your efforts.
If you seek Lord Harrowmont's support, talk to Dulin Forender.
You'll find him in Harrowmont's estate.
Tell him who you are and I'm sure he can get you an audience.
I should return home, until the streets become safe again.
And I'm sure some curse their decision to exile you.
But House Aeducan stands behind Bhelen still, and they have stricken your name.
I should hope so!
I'd be quite hurt if you didn't recognize me.
After all, under different circumstances, we might have been married.
But you were supposed to be dead.
How is it you live?
After all, under different circumstances, we might have been sisters-in-law.
I hope you'll support Lord Harrowmont.
It's about time the Assembly saw sense and put Harrowmont on the throne.
I can't believe the Assembly was <emp>foolish</emp> enough to put Bhelen on the throne!
We will all suffer for it.
Is it true King Endrin turned against Bhelen?
This Bhelen, is that King Endrin's son?
What do you know about this Lord Harrowmont?
Is Harrowmont qualified to rule?
Why such hate for Bhelen?
Did you know King Endrin?
I am <FirstName/>, a Grey Warden, and I am here seeking aid.
But isn't Bhelen King Endrin's son?
People are at each other's throats.
Is Bhelen really suspected of killing my father?
Is Lord Harrowmont being considered for the throne?
What's going on?
The city is in chaos.
The Grey Wardens rescued and recruited me.
Where is Harrowmont now?
Where is Bhelen now?
How much support does Bhelen have?
Does Harrowmont believe Bhelen killed my brother?
How many still support Bhelen?
That's enough.
I must go deal with this now.
Who has the authority to defend against a Blight?
Orzammar must settle its differences to defeat this threat.
Once, the Assembly wished me to rule...
Nerav?
Nerav Helmi?
Is that you?
I'm sorry.
Did you have an offering for the ancestors?
I can move aside.
I don't have much to bring them.
Stone guide your steps.
My name is Filda, widow of Teruck of the Smith Caste.
I pray here every day for my son, Ruck.
I only wish I knew whether I should be asking for his safe return or for the ancestors to accept his soul.
It was five years ago.
He was only a youngster.
He joined a Deep Roads excursion--the only smith to go with the warriors to repair their arms.
He was so proud.
But he got... separated somehow.
When they came home, he wasn't with them.
Perhaps his body could be recovered, his bones.
Something to ensure his spirit is not trapped forever.
That would be some comfort.
The Deep Roads are where darkspawn come from.
They descend for miles into the earth, and we must patrol them constantly or be overrun.
I lost my husband to them.
If I lost my son the same way...
The captains don't want to lose anyone searching for stray men.
Too many were taken by darkspawn that way.
You're... asking what I would pay for your services?
I have little money since my husband died.
But wait.
I saved his shield: the masterpiece my husband smithed.
I was saving it for Ruck's return.
If someone were to find my son... or his body... they can have the shield, with my blessing!
How?
There is no way except to brave the Deep Roads yourself.
I appreciate your offer, though.
Your heart is generous to be moved by another's grief.
Alone?
But... that's unheard-of.
No one risks the Deep Roads without a full company backing them.
But I guess it is not my place to question you.
If you'd look for my son... if you even find his bones... you'd have my eternal gratitude.
Please.
Find me as soon as you return!
But perhaps that explains why one of your kind has come to Orzammar today.
A Warden!
So you <emp>could</emp> do it!
Only Wardens face the Deep Roads without a company backing them.
Oh, thank you!
The ancestors finally heed my prayers!
Although...
I can't imagine <emp>your</emp> ancestors reside in the Stone.
Uh...
I don't know that word.
This is a section of stone kept bare to receive our prayers.
The Stone gave rise to our people, and it is where their spirits return in death.
Ancestors, guard my son, for he is lost in darkness.
Mothers, keep him safe, for you know what it is to mourn.
Did you wish to make an offering after all?
My son, Ruck, is missing in the Deep Roads.
You seemed... sympathetic.
It would mean a lot to me to have him back safely... or even to recover his body for a proper funeral.
I didn't expect you back so soon!
Have you been to the Deep Roads already?
The Assembly doesn't allow anyone into the Deep Roads alone.
If you want to get through, you need permission from one of the deshyrs.
I don't suppose you know any, do you?
He was a beautiful boy, so meticulous.
He used to polish his armor until it glowed.
He was with a unit under one of the Dace boys, so his shield would have their insignia--double axes.
My son was on a mission near...
Oh, it was one of the old thaigs.
I never paid much attention.
I know it was one of the famous ones.
One that was lost in the last Blight.
May the ancestors guide you.
You've returned!
Did you learn anything about my Ruck?
What do you mean, out of his misery?
You killed my boy!
You monster!
Why?
What could it have hurt to bring him to me?
Or let me go to him?
Ancestors curse your path; don't ever talk to me again!
What is it?
Is he dead?
Please don't torment me.
Crazy?
Oh, ancestors save him.
I've heard of this: lost soldiers turning on each other, eating darkspawn flesh.
Is that what happened to my boy?
Why didn't you bring him home?
Such a good boy, still thinking of me after all he's been through.
I have to go to him.
He needs me.
Oh, he must be so frightened out there.
So lonely.
I thank you for what you've done, even if you couldn't be bothered with more. 
Take this.
It's my husband's masterwork, the first shield he smithed.
I was saving it for Ruck, but I want you to have it.
As my thanks.
No.
There must be a way.
If he lives, there's hope.
Oh, my poor boy.
I-I guess I knew, but...
I just wish I could have seen him one last time.
Here.
This is my husband's masterwork, the first shield he smithed.
I... don't have anyone to save it for anymore.
I'd like you to have it... for what you risked to bring me this news.
I guess it was foolish to think there'd be any sign of him after all this time.
With all the excitement over the new king, I never expected you to remember my poor son.
Thank you for looking for him, at least.
Ancestors cherish my boy's spirit.
Get away from me!
Help!
Guards!
Murderer!
I'm going to find Ruck now.
I know I can save him!
Did I hear you mention your son?
What were you praying for?
I'll leave you with your grief.
"Safe return?" Your son is missing?
Then he's almost certainly dead.
The Deep Roads?
Did anyone go after him?
What would you give for his safe return?
We shouldn't abandon him.
I'll look for him if you want.
You're right.
That is too much to ask.
Actually, I'm on my way there right now.
I didn't say I'd do it for free.
Your son is surely dead by now.
There are darkspawn in the Deep Roads?
So this is some kind of shrine.
Was there something you wished me to do?
The guards wouldn't let me in the Deep Roads.
How will I know Ruck if I find him?
Where did you want me to go again?
I'll go look for him right now.
He was crazy.
I put him out of his misery.
Lady, your son is a dung-eating lunatic.
Yes, but you... might not want to hear it.
I'm afraid Ruck went crazy after too long in the Deep Roads.
Trust me.
He's too far gone to help.
Forget him.
Ruck didn't want you to see him like that.
He's too tainted to come back to Orzammar.
<act>Lie</act> I'm sorry.
Ruck's dead.
<act>Lie</act> I'm sorry.
I never found anything.
I'm sorry.
I never found anything.
May the ancestors protect Branka... wherever she is.
Now that's a thing of beauty, daughter.
If you work hard like Branka, all Orzammar will know your name.
Mother, I don't want to be like her!
She--
Don't say that!
Not to me, not to anyone!
Now get back to the forge; I want to see more details! 
Yes, Mother.
Who you lookin' at?
Maker preserve you.
Welcome to Lord Harrowmont's estate.
If you're looking for Lord Dulin Forender, you'll find him at Tapsters, taking his evening drink.
You are always welcome at House Harrowmont, Warden.
The household is mourning, Warden.
Do not show your face here again.
I heard there was a Grey Warden here.
I am Dulin Forender, second to Lord Harrowmont, King Endrin's own choice as successor.
The king may recommend any successor he chooses.
Lord Harrowmont was chosen after Bhelen was implicated in his own brother's death.
Better a trusted advisor lead us than a scheming child.
Bhelen's claim to the throne is based on nothing but his own pride.
I understand you're bitter to see the throne outside the Aeducans' hands after so long.
But do you honestly think Bhelen would better represent your father's wishes?
No, I wouldn't imagine you do...
Harrowmont spoke out against Bhelen on your behalf.
That your father believed him only says how well he knew Bhelen's failings.
That may be, and that is a terrible risk for the surface.
But even if the world would end tomorrow, Lord Harrowmont cannot ignore Bhelen today.
He cannot afford to trust anyone of unproven loyalties.
In an ordinary time, Lord Harrowmont would be honored to meet you.
Unfortunately, we've already caught more than one of Bhelen's spies approaching Harrowmont under a pretense of friendship.
I see.
Well, it hardly increases my confidence to hear that you went to him first.
I assume you refused?
Consider me warned.
Now stop wasting my time.
If you want Lord Harrowmont's assistance, first you'll have to prove he can trust you.
So, I'm afraid I won't be able to take your word.
If you want to speak to Harrowmont, you will need to prove he can trust you.
Lord Harrowmont always had too much affection for you, but I know you Aeducans and your thirst for glory.
You will not worm your way back into his lordship's graces unless you prove your loyalty to more than your own ambition.
If you wish to show you have no loyalty to Bhelen, then work against him in Harrowmont's name.
Bhelen is hosting a Proving today, supposedly to honor his father's memory.
You're asking the king of Orzammar to send armies to the surface, but Orzammar has no king and we have no army.
Right now, the men who should be fighting darkspawn are brawling in the street.
If this situation is not resolved, we face civil war!
If you want Lord Harrowmont's time now, you'll have to prove you have no intention of turning against him later.
That's a generous offer.
If you mean it, you might attend the Proving today.
The Proving is a contest of the best warriors in Orzammar.
By fighting, they show who has the ancestors' favor.
The deshyrs take it very seriously.
And unfortunately, Bhelen found some way to blackmail or intimidate House Harrowmont's best fighters into stepping down.
If they don't change their minds, or Harrowmont cannot find new warriors, he will lose great face with the Assembly.
My pardon.
A deshyr is a member of the Assembly.
That's their formal title.
It is not just a tournament.
It's how the ancestors show valos atredum: their voice.
In all fights on the sacred Stone, the ancestors guide the winning blow and their verdict is final.
If you were to enter the Proving as Lord Harrowmont's champion, it would prove your loyalty beyond a doubt.
Then I'm afraid your only choice is to wait until there's a winner.
Lord Harrowmont cannot risk his life working with someone of unproven loyalties.
If you change your mind, let me know.
The Proving is this afternoon and Lord Harrowmont could certainly use you on his side.
If you wish to show your loyalty, enter the Proving as his lordship's champion.
With your order's reputation, I've no doubt the ancestors would favor your arm.
That would be... enlightening, though I hope you won't pry too deeply into things they don't wish revealed.
It would certainly make your loyalties loud and clear. 
Bhelen would never work with anyone who humiliated him in that way.
Harrowmont would have no fear of meeting with you then.
Excellent.
The arena is located off the Commons.
Talk to the proving master and tell him you're entering Lord Harrowmont's roster.
If you need to find me again, I will wait in the Tapsters Tavern, off the Commons.
There is no better place to hear gossip.
Perhaps even word of your victory.
His lordship would appreciate that... as well as your discretion on whatever you learn from them.
The key fighters we lost were Gwiddon and Baizyl.
You can look for them in the fighters' preparation chambers, behind the ring.
And be sure it's before the fights begin.
After the first bout, no one may change the roster.
I'm sure you would relish the chance to enter the ring once more.
You may have convinced his lordship of your innocence, but it's my duty to protect him, even from his own folly.
After what you did, why would he trust you?
You and Bhelen worked together to kill a rival before.
We've already caught more than one of Bhelen's spies trying to get close to his lordship.
Word is spreading that the surface may suffer a Blight.
It is shameful we are not in a better position to help.
Lord Harrowmont sends his greetings, exile.
He was surprised to see you back here.
I'm surprised to see you back, exile.
Lord Harrowmont asked me to find out why you're here.
You left so abruptly, I didn't think I'd see you back.
Do you have more time to talk now, Warden?
That is unfortunate.
There is much we could discuss.
I am Dulin Forender, Lord Harrowmont's second.
I represent his interests in the city while he protects Orzammar's rights in the Assembly.
Have you realized yet that both Bhelen and Vartag are snakes whose words aren't worth the air they take to speak?
As I expected.
Do you see how things lie, Warden?
Lord Harrowmont cannot trust you unproven, but he welcomes a good faith gesture.
That you spoke to him even after our discussion is <emp>not</emp> reassuring.
So, have you decided to earn my lord's trust, or will you throw your lot in with the snakes?
I assume you still intend to fight in the Proving?
Do not tarry.
The Proving starts this afternoon.
The Provings are how our ancestors show their judgment, pitting body against body in a ring of sacred Stone.
Everyone in Orzammar accepts that judgment.
Have you decided, then?
Will you enter the Provings in Harrowmont's name?
Then you and I have nothing more to say.
Good luck.
Lord Harrowmont will pray for your swift victory.
I served under General Harrowmont for three years.
Under his command, every dwarven life is important.
He would not waste even a single soldier.
He is the king Orzammar needs, especially in a Blight.
Bhelen would call any fight a victory, so long as <emp>he</emp> remained standing.
The usual.
A couple of Aeducans, some Gavorns.
He has many men lined up, but not all of them are top-ranking.
Piotin Aeducan and Wojech Ivo are his best.
They're both unpredictable, and some of the best fighters Orzammar has seen.
I think Ivo's younger brother won at your commission Proving.
I think you beat Ivo's younger brother on your commission day.
Two of his best: Baizyl Harrowmont, his own cousin, and Gwiddon, a decorated war captain from several Deep Roads excursions.
They have each fought in a dozen Provings.
It would go a long way toward earning his lordship's trust if you convinced them to return to the ring.
It is another example of Bhelen's arrogance that he would tamper with such a trusted institution.
Bhelen is hosting a Proving tournament to honor his father's memory, but he somehow scared off most of Lord Harrowmont's fighters.
If you can enter as Harrowmont's champion, you would prove your dedication well.
Back so soon?
The Proving is not finished.
What happened?
May the ancestors guide your arm.
My second just brought me word from the Proving.
You made a good showing, he says, though the ancestors withheld their final favors.
Atrast vala, Champion.
I hear your performance in the Proving was nothing short of amazing!
There can no longer be any doubt where your sympathies lie.
If you're ready, Lord Harrowmont will see you now.
I apologize.
But having lived with that serpent, Bhelen, your whole life, you cannot blame me for wanting to test your loyalties.
The honor is ours, to have found such a staunch and upright ally.
Join me here when you're ready to leave.
His lordship is looking forward to meeting you.
His lordship is eager to see you again.
I thank you for whatever you said to Gwiddon.
He fought like a bereskarn and showed many deshyrs the strength of House Harrowmont's support.
Thank you for convincing his lordship's cousin to rejoin the fight.
Baizyl's victories convinced several deshyrs that House Harrowmont has the ancestors' favor.
I must thank you for bringing both Baizyl and Gwiddon back into the fight.
His lordship was touched to see his old friends stand for him.
Are you ready to see his lordship now?
I've heard about the lies you spread to Lady Dace and Lord Helmi.
I am Dulin Forender, Lord Harrowmont's advisor and first lieutenant, and I have nothing to say to the likes of you.
Leave us alone, Warden.
We don't need you interfering in Orzammar's private affairs.
You've made it perfectly clear whose side you're on.
The easiest lie is exactly what you think I want to hear.
I will not applaud you for recognizing the obvious.
I don't know what you think to do now.
Give us an insider in Bhelen's ranks, I suppose.
A spy, if you will...
Lord Harrowmont will not stoop to Bhelen's level.
If he cannot take the throne without spies and treachery, he will leave it up to the ancestors.
Well, that wasn't what I expected.
What are you saying?
You want to aid Harrowmont by... betraying Bhelen from the inside?
Why should we trust you when you're so eager to sell out the last man you helped?
Ah.
I heard he had brought a noble-hunter into his house.
I didn't realize you were related.
But if so, I can't see why you'd turn against him now.
If you want Lord Harrowmont to believe you would side against your own sister's family, you'll have to prove your loyalty.
True...
If anyone understands how that snake's mind works, it would be you.
But if you're going to support Lord Harrowmont, I hope you're prepared to prove where your loyalties really lie.
You wouldn't be the first to back away from him after a closer look.
But if you want Lord Harrowmont to trust this change of heart, you'll have to prove your loyalties have shifted.
It took you long enough, given all he's done to you.
Bhelen's already sent you to attack Lord Harrowmont's support.
What has he asked of you next?
Then go to him now.
Find out what he wants and let me know before you do anything.
I look forward to seeing you again.
And if you still intend to fight the Proving, use your own name.
Lord Harrowmont wants no more public association with you.
He's sending you after the carta.
A shrewd move.
If Bhelen can take credit for shutting down Jarvia, it will buy him more support than any speech.
Yet given Bhelen's own experiences with Dust Town, that might give us a better opportunity than it appears.
That won't be necessary.
Stopping Jarvia is a public service.
But while you're there...
Lord Harrowmont believes Bhelen hired Jarvia's thugs to kill his brother Trian.
Casteless sell-swords he disposed of after the murder.
If you could prove Bhelen hired these thugs, prove he sent casteless men to kill a royal prince...
Let's say that might change a few votes.
In Jarvia's hideout, I imagine.
But you're the one trying to prove yourself.
Figure out how, or whatever you're offering isn't worth the insult.
If you find anything incriminating, bring it to me and I'll get you an audience with Lord Harrowmont.
If we don't hear of any further slanders against his name.
And if you want to finish out the Proving, do it in your own name.
Lord Harrowmont is no longer interested in having your face attached to his cause.
You reported that casteless sell-swords ambushed you the day of Trian's death.
I know how close-mouthed Bhelen is.
Even Vartag probably doesn't know the details of his plans.
No.
I'd rather see your proof with actions, not words.
If you think you're the one who will determine that, you're sorely mistaken.
How much you look like your brother when you say that.
I'm glad Lord Harrowmont will never see what you've become.
I should have known you'd betray us!
Spreading lies that Lord Harrowmont promised the same land twice over.
You've turned both the Daces and the Helmis against us!
Forget our deal.
Neither Lord Harrowmont nor I want anything to do with you.
I told you that if that happened we were through.
Forget our deal.
Neither Lord Harrowmont nor I want anything more to do with you.
I have nothing to say to one of Bhelen's puppets.
Did you talk to Bhelen?
What does he want you to do?
We have nothing to say until you do.
I hear Jarvia will be troubling us no longer.
I assume that's what you're here to tell me?
Then we have no business here.
There will be guardsmen all over Dust Town in a few hours, cleaning up what's left.
If you want to keep searching, I would do it soon.
Hmm.
It's as we suspected, but still somehow chilling.
To call so coldly for his brother's death... 
Bhelen is a monster.
I'm glad you will help us make sure he does not rule.
We need nothing from Bhelen's puppets here.
You've proven your loyalties.
Lord Harrowmont has no need for the support of one of Bhelen's thugs.
Lord Harrowmont doesn't <emp>buy</emp> loyalty.
If you cared about Orzammar and wanted a king who will preserve it, you'd have come to him already.
Lord Harrowmont will rule just as Endrin wanted.
He is a fair man, with respect for the ancestors and our traditions.
Bhelen is hardly more than a child who likes to pull the wings off flies.
He would destroy this city.
Bhelen has no automatic right to the throne just because his father sat there.
The Assembly selects the king, often influenced by the last king's choice.
Which, as it happens, was Lord Harrowmont.
Well, you'll have to contain yourself.
Bhelen has sent far too many assassins in the guise of washer-women and cooks for us to trust an open agent of his.
Please do.
Leave Orzammar entirely.
We'd be better off without your "help."
I know the lies you're spreading, the work you're doing to put that tyrant, Bhelen, on the throne.
I am Dulin Forender, Lord Harrowmont's first lieutenant, as you'd have known if you'd bothered to find out what's happening here before hitching yourself to Bhelen.
I am Dulin Forender, loyal retainer to both your father and Lord Harrowmont, as you'd know if you'd ever looked beyond what serves <emp>you</emp>.
Don't try to start anything with me.
I know your kind.
His lordship appreciates your support.
You have done more for us than I ever imagined.
I apologize for doubting you.
Because of you, Lord Harrowmont, the most honest man in Orzammar, lies dead at the headsman's block!
How dare you show your face around here?!
I'm busy right now.
We can talk later.
I have nothing to say to the usurper.
I have nothing more to say to you.
Vartag Gavorn says Harrowmont turned father against Bhelen.
I have a treaty obliging Orzammar to aid against a Blight.
I would speak with Lord Harrowmont.
Vartag wants me to besmirch Harrowmont's reputation.
I am working for Bhelen.
I just wanted to warn you.
I'm looking for a better offer.
How can Harrowmont think I'm working for Bhelen?
You'd risk the whole world rather than trust me?
What do you want me to do, denounce Bhelen publicly?
Stop playing games!
This treaty compels you to help!
So, you would make the whole world wait?
How can I prove I'm not working for Bhelen?
What's a deshyr?
Why would your Assembly care who wins some tournament?
I don't want to start picking sides...
And what do you want me to do about it?
Do you want me to find out why your fighters dropped out?
So, you'd like me to enter the Proving in Harrowmont's name?
I will not let Harrowmont send me on this run-around.
I'll enter the Proving for Harrowmont right now.
I'll also look into why your fighters dropped out.
No.
I was just leaving.
Who are you again?
Right.
I need to go.
Vartag wants me to show people that Harrowmont is a cheat.
I still haven't decided if I want to help you.
The Provings.
Tell me about them.
How well do you know Lord Harrowmont?
I would rather give my support to Bhelen.
Who is fighting for Bhelen today?
Which of Harrowmont's fighters pulled out of the Proving?
I'll try to find out why they dropped out.
What did you ask me to do again?
I'm just heading to the Proving now.
It would be an honor.
I have a few more things to do, first.
Excellent.
Lead the way.
Fine, then.
Goodbye.
I'd like to talk to Lord Harrowmont.
I want to tell him to back down.
Bhelen's the rightful king.
Let me make it up to Harrowmont.
He'd be the better king.
Bhelen trusts me.
You need an inside man, right?
I needed to know my sister--Bhelen's concubine--was safe.
Bhelen wouldn't have trusted me if I came to you first.
I've seen what Bhelen's like.
He shouldn't be on the throne.
I will do whatever you like to prove myself to you.
I wanted to talk to you, before I met with him again.
I haven't spoken to Bhelen yet.
I don't know what he wants.
He's having me do a little clean-up in Dust Town.
Do you want me to sabotage the mission?
Any idea where I'd look?
I was planning to look for that anyway.
I'll comb Dust Town until I find the proof.
What experiences are those?
Bhelen wants me to shut down Jarvia's carta.
I can tell you everything Vartag told me.
I can explain.
You should take the hint and side with the winner.
Jarvia's dead, but I found nothing incriminating Bhelen.
I have the evidence.
Bring me to Harrowmont.
I found these papers.
Mercenaries were hired to kill Trian.
Aren't you going to try to convert me to Harrowmont's side?
What would you give me if I agreed to support Harrowmont?
You think Harrowmont would make a better king than Bhelen?
Why does Harrowmont want to take Bhelen's rightful throne?
I want to talk to Lord Harrowmont.
This has dragged on too long.
It's an insult to King Endrin's memory.
Oh, I suppose you're the Grey Warden everyone's talking about.
Now, was that an attempt to cozen me into revealing my choice, or are you simply making small talk?
It's so hard to tell with you surface types.
You're all so charmingly direct and artless.
You certainly should.
Who wants to know?
It certainly can't be you.
What interest would a Grey Warden have in who rules Orzammar?
Yes.
I am a member of the Assembly, a deshyr.
I will be one of eighty nobles of purest blood to pick our sovereign king.
If you're asking where my vote lies, I'm forbidden to tell until the stones are cast.
Well... this isn't exactly a surface broadsheet.
An interesting accusation.
But to cheat me, wouldn't Harrowmont and I need to be in business?
If I did, I'd need to see what evidence makes you so eager to accuse a man who might be king.
That's ridiculous.
Harrowmont would never make so obvious a mistake.
What evidence do you have?
Where did you get these?
Never mind.
It is true enough.
But there is nothing I can do about it.
This deal was made on behalf of our entire house.
Only my father can revoke it.
My vote is the voice of my house.
I cannot go against the wishes of my lord.
Unfortunately, he won't be back for weeks.
I cannot.
Not for weeks.
He is leading a Deep Roads expedition, trying to secure an ancient thaig.
It's unlikely he'll be back before the election, but perhaps this vote is important enough for you to brave the tunnels to tell him?
The Dace family would be in your debt.
If Father returns before the election, I'll be sure to tell him.
The abandoned tunnels outside Orzammar.
Once, they were part of our empire, but now only darkspawn live there.
Few except armed war parties, or Wardens, ever venture their depths.
He was searching an old Aeducan site.
He left me with this map, in case his expedition never returned.
I'll give you a pass as well.
Usually, no one is allowed past the front lines.
Does that mean you'll go?
So Bhelen's victory means enough for you to risk your life.
How interesting...
Actually, it's the same place you had all that distasteful business with your brother Trian.
I am.
And what business would you have with me?
It's fascinating the surface has an entire order dedicated to fighting darkspawn.
Down here, that's just what fighting means.
But I'm sure it's more difficult on the surface.
It must be much harder to find them.
Are you a messenger from some other deshyr?
The exile?
Your house declared you dead.
I have no business with you.
Ah.
Such a noble profession, cleaning up whatever darkspawn stragglers make it to the surface.
You must be very proud.
Are you one of those tiresome noble-hunters?
Neither my sons nor I are interested.
You're back.
Was there more you wished to discuss?
You should find my father in the mines.
He will be very interested in what you told me.
You have House Dace's thanks.
So, I hear we have you to thank for putting a new Aeducan on the throne.
How <emp>is</emp> the surface managing without you?
So Harrowmont managed to snatch the throne after all.
And I hear we have you to thank.
I can't imagine why you supported him after what you told me.
I hear you'll be voting on the next king.
Never mind.
I should be going.
Here's direct and artless: Who are you voting for?
I notice you didn't answer my question.
You might want to look at these papers.
Harrowmont is trying to cheat you.
You know what I'm talking about.
Why don't you look at these promissory notes?
He promised the same land to both you and Lord Helmi.
I have the promissory notes right here.
Does that mean you won't change your vote?
Where is he?
I'll bring these to him.
Well, will you tell him?
Never mind.
You have the information; vote your conscience.
How would I know where to find your father?
Yes.
I'll leave right now.
I'll go tell him.
Are you Lady Dace?
Yes.
I am <FirstName/>.
Do you not recognize me?
I am Princess <FirstName/>!
Do you not recognize me?
I am Prince <FirstName/>!
I am <FirstName/>, a Grey Warden.
How can I find your father in the Deep Roads?
I'd like to find your father.
Can you believe it?
Oghren's barely even Warrior Caste anymore, and he just clomps in here like he's entitled!
If you see any guardsmen, tell them Oghren was at it again.
The only elected Paragon in the last four generations.
Quite an honor for a girl from the Smith Caste.
It's been two years since Branka left.
No one has ever stayed in the Deep Roads that long and survived.
The search teams who went out found nothing, but Oghren wants to keep risking lives searching.
Oghren's a drunken wretch.
He comes up here two, three times a week, hounding people to lead some suicidal rescue mission after Branka.
Gets quite violent about it.
I'd be scared if they hadn't practically gelded him after he killed young Lord Meino.
Aye.
Paragon or not, the Deep Roads are no place for a lady smith.
If there was any hope, believe me, people would be looking.
Oghren just doesn't know how to give up.
And then some!
What he did at that Proving was just unforgivable.
Well, he killed Lord Meino's youngest son in a duel to first blood.
All Meino's son said was how unlikely it was that a bunch of smiths would return safely from the Deep Roads.
Which is true!
Ancestors preserve us, that's what the Warrior Caste is <emp>for</emp>.
But Oghren claimed it was an insult to a Paragon.
Next thing, they're in a duel to first blood to defend Branka's honor, then Oghren starts screaming and runs him through!
It was a huge scandal.
Oghren should've been executed, but he'd won honors in the Deep Roads.
Instead, they stripped him of all weapons and forbid him from engaging in fights within city limits.
If he breaks the decree, he'll be exiled.
<desc>Sighs</desc> She's still his wife, isn't she?
Even if she took their entire house into the Deep Roads and abandoned him.
Well, before she was a Paragon, she was just a smith, and Oghren was one of the best warriors of his generation.
She invented a smokeless fuel that let the Smith Caste increase their output by nearly a third.
Deaths from the black lung also dropped.
The Assembly said she had the favor of the ancestors and declared her a Paragon.
They moved Branka, Oghren, and all their relatives to the Noble Caste and founded a new house in her name.
Chasing some old treasure.
She was quite secretive.
Outright rude, really.
Said she never asked to found a house, that she didn't care about politics, and that we were too self-absorbed to defeat the darkspawn.
She actually threatened anyone who said they'd come after her.
They were the highway system of our old empire.
We lost them to the darkspawn generations ago.
No one ventures there now except on organized advances to clear darkspawn nests.
Or with Branka.
What?
Is Oghren back again?
Good idea.
This area's gone to the worms.
I need to set an audience with the new king.
He'll understand that my bad knees exempt me from fighting, right?
Well.
I see what sort of company <emp>you've</emp> taken up.
I should leave before you start complaining about me, too.
Who's Branka?
What were you and Oghren arguing about?
Who is Oghren?
What do you mean "barely Warrior Caste?"
Branka's been lost for two years.
She's most likely dead.
He did seem rather... belligerent.
Is that what you two were arguing about?
Branka?
What do you mean, "gelded him?"
What happened?
Wasn't the duel to first blood?
Why does Oghren care so much about Branka?
How did she become a Paragon?
Branka was married to that drunk?
Why did Branka go into the Deep Roads?
Oops.
Never mind.
I should get going.
I can't believe it!
I heard a dwarven Grey Warden came to Orzammar and I couldn't help but hope...
Look at you!
My little brother, the returning hero.
It's so good to have you here!
Why, what's wrong?
You look so good.
And so fancy!
I've been worrying that we're living in luxury while you're suffering on the road.
Can you imagine?
As of last month, I'm a royal concubine to House Aeducan.
They've moved Mother and me into the palace.
You could fit our whole neighborhood just in the bathing room!
I wish you could meet little Endrin.
But they don't let me bring him outside the royal nursery.
Mother is...
Mother.
We have everything we could want now, but... well, you know what they say.
You can't leave Dust Town if you always take it with you.
And I haven't seen Leske since you left.
Bhelen doesn't like me spending time off the estate.
Can you believe it?
Prince Bhelen!
Can you believe it?
Now you see why I didn't tell you.
It just seems so amazing.
My son is an Aeducan.
The future king of Orzammar spends his nights in my bed.
Beraht was a toad, but I have to thank him for teaching me to read, dance, massage, and whatever else Bhelen sees in me.
Of course not.
His wife will be queen.
But my son is a prince.
Your nephew could sit on the throne of Orzammar.
Then you've heard.
This Lord Harrowmont is a terrible man.
Bhelen told me all about him.
Bhelen thinks his brother and Lord Harrowmont conspired to frame him for Trian's murder.
He's lucky he caught his brother red-handed.
That's a horrible, vicious lie!
Bhelen told me all about it.
Lord Harrowmont always favored Bhelen's older brother, the one who murdered Trian.
Bhelen thinks Harrowmont set the whole thing up to frame him.
Then he had the gall to whisper these things to the dying king.
When the king sent him away...
Bhelen cried for weeks.
Tell me you don't believe these horrible rumors!
How could you say that?
Have you been in the sun so long you forget who raised you and kept you from having to beg?
My life finally means something, little brother.
Don't take that from me.
But this isn't why you're here, is it?
What's wrong?
This is my life now, little sister. <emp>Bhelen</emp> is my life.
How can you begrudge me this happiness?
Then you'll have to meet Bhelen.
You'll see what he's like.
He's even kind to Mother, and you know how hard <emp>that</emp> is!
But... this isn't why you're here.
What's wrong?
I am.
I promise.
Bhelen could never do anything like that.
His first loyalty is to his family.
And now you're part of it.
Thank you.
It's been a little scary, I have to confess.
Some people are so angry with him... they'd come after us if they could.
But this isn't why you're back, is it?
All the news from the surface says terrible things are happening.
Darkspawn attacks and a civil war among the humans.
No one is, sad to say.
And I'm sure the Assembly would agree if they weren't busy arguing the succession.
Ancestors save us!
I was afraid you'd say that.
I hate this!
Until there's a king, the Assembly would let the world collapse rather than bow to anyone's better judgment.
But...
I can introduce you to Vartag Gavorn.
He's Bhelen's chief lieutenant.
He could help you if anyone could.
I can't believe you!
If Bhelen becomes king, your nephew is in line for the throne.
You'd deny him that chance?
I-I can't talk to you when you're like this.
Come back when you regain your wits.
I'll be outside the Assembly with Vartag.
I-I can't talk to you when you're like this.
Come back when you regain your wits.
Vartag spends most of his time at the Assembly.
I'll meet you there.
He's more likely to listen if I introduce you.
They say I'm Bhelen's favorite.
He may be suspicious at first.
Don't take it personally.
It's been so hard to tell who's against us.
But...
I'm Bhelen's concubine now.
I know his chief lieutenant, Vartag Gavorn.
He can help you if anyone can.
Can you believe it?
He moved Mother and me into the palace and named our son Endrin, after his father.
But I'm sure he'd want you to meet Vartag, so he can help with whatever you need.
Little Endrin was born right before his grandfather died.
His grandfather, the <emp>king</emp>.
Can you believe it?
And with quite the unusual entourage...
Look at you!
My little sister, a battle-scarred veteran.
So, are your eyes falling out of your head?
Mine were the first time I came here.
I'll be right here.
I can't wait to hear.
Is it true the sun burns all day with nothing to fuel it?
No, tell me later.
You should deliver your news to Lord Vartag.
Are you ready to meet him?
And to think, my son will grow up believing this is normal.
The Stone turns in mysterious ways.
Shall I take you to Vartag now?
So, did you find that beastly Harrowmont, and hear the slanders he speaks of my son's father?
Look, then, and see everything you'd take from us if you let Harrowmont steal the throne.
Do you do this just to taunt me?
What do you think that man would do to us if he took the throne?
You'd see Mother and me back in the streets and your nephew left fatherless?
Of course not.
You're too busy destroying your only nephew's future!
Oh, thank you!
I knew you wouldn't let me down.
I'll take you to Vartag.
He's Bhelen's chief lieutenant.
I'm sure he can help you.
You don't understand what nobles are like.
They fight for power like rats over bread.
His brothers hated him.
They, and Lord Harrowmont, would do anything to bring him down.
But he wouldn't stoop to that level.
He knows the most important thing to the ancestors is family loyalty.
I hope you know that, too.
Which he hides behind to spread his lies!
What does it matter to you who rules?
You've found a life on the surface.
This is <emp>my</emp> life!
Support Bhelen, for me.
I'll do all I can to ensure he helps you in return.
Then you are no longer my brother.
I wish I'd let you die as a boy, so you wouldn't be killing my son now!
Then you are no longer my sister.
Maybe if I'd let Mother sell you on the street you wouldn't be forcing my son there now!
I knew you'd see reason!
Vartag is very loyal.
I'm sure he can help you.
I knew Vartag could help you!
And just wait until you meet Prince Bhelen.
You'll love him!
Off with you, then.
Far be it from me to keep you from service to my house.
I still love saying that.
My house!
Only if it's to tell Vartag you'll help him.
Otherwise, I'll keep you here all day!
Finally you ask!
He's beautiful, with the biggest brown eyes, and so smart!
He already knows who his father is.
I'm sure his first word will be "prince."
But you're giving me that look...
I can take a hint.
Finish your business and we can talk later.
His mother is getting on in years and gave up her Assembly seat to him.
Many of the nobles think he's a disappointment.
He actually thinks the lower classes are people...
I could almost like him, if he wasn't such a vocal supporter for Harrowmont.
Not a lot.
She's supposed to be very practical.
She doesn't care about larger issues, only how her own house is affected.
Vartag speaks favorably of her dedication.
He isn't.
But Gavorn is a very minor house, and Bhelen has always favored them.
Vartag's son was fostered with Aeducan, which was a great honor.
Bhelen promised that when little Endrin is twelve, he'll spend a year there in exchange.
Why didn't you tell Vartag you'd help him?
Everything he said sounded reasonable: You stop Harrowmont from swindling those deshyrs and in return, you meet the prince.
Thank you!
I've already heard Lady Dace talking about what a swindler Harrowmont is!
Bhelen told me what he wants you to do.
Be careful.
I can't believe you went and fought a Proving--a <emp>Proving</emp>--for that wretched Harrowmont.
And I told Bhelen we could trust you!
Bhelen told me you're going into the Deep Roads to look for Branka.
Be careful.
I know you're a Warden now, but you're still my little brother and I hate the thought of you getting hurt.
Nothing seems to make any difference.
The money, the nice clothes...
All she does is spit.
As far as she's concerned, the only difference between the palace and Dust Town is the quality of the wine.
I... thought that might happen.
I'm sorry.
I know you two had fun together, but Leske... never had your strength.
If Jarvia leaned on him, he would've bent to whatever she wanted.
That's how he stayed in favor with Beraht.
But don't dwell on it.
One moment's distraction and the Deep Roads could kill you.
But don't let that spoil what you've accomplished here.
You never did shy away from danger, did you?
I know you'll be fine.
And you'll come home with Branka, put my Bhelen on the throne, and we'll all live together in the palace!
Back in Dust Town, could you ever have imagined saying that?
I know you're a Warden now, but to me, you'll always be that little girl toddling around and pulling up on door handles.
My Bhelen is on the throne, and it's all thanks to you!
I knew we could count on you!
I have to go now.
Bhelen wants little Endrin and me dolled-up for the inauguration!
Sitting quietly was never your idea of a good time, was it?
I'll give Bhelen your regrets.
Come down and visit sometime, little sister.
Come down and visit sometime, little brother.
<desc>Laughs</desc> I knew you'd finally see Harrowmont for the snake he is.
You traitor!
I have nothing to say to you.
You are no longer my brother.
You are no longer my sister.
Be careful fighting the Blight.
I don't want little Endrin to grow up not knowing you.
I'm afraid I'm not here just to visit.
I've missed you, Rica.
This is the Diamond Quarter.
What are you doing here?
Rica?
Is that you under all those jewels?
How is Mother?
And Leske?
You're <emp>Bhelen's</emp> concubine?
A royal concubine?
To who?
Then, are you going to be queen?
I'm sure the Assembly will see reason and vote Bhelen in.
But...
Bhelen poisoned his father and killed his brother.
Bhelen is a liar and a kinslayer.
I can't promise anything until I know what happened.
I hope, for your sake, you're right.
Of course.
Bhelen is my brother now.
I need to talk to whoever's in charge.
I need Orzammar to support the Wardens.
A new Blight is beginning.
I'd rather talk to Lord Harrowmont.
I have some things to do, first.
Maybe later.
Just tell me where he is.
I'll find him.
Great.
Take me there.
You're Bhelen's concubine?!
You...
You're a mother?
I'd like to look around for a while longer.
Can you introduce me to Vartag now?
You should see the palaces I've been in on the surface.
It is lovely.
I just want to look around.
Yes, and he seems like a good man.
<desc>Lie</desc> I'd like to speak to Vartag, instead.
Not yet, but I hear he'd be a better king than Bhelen.
I don't want to have this argument now.
You're right.
Whatever the truth, I must support my family.
What if Bhelen <emp>did</emp> kill his brother?
Harrowmont has a reputation for honesty and fairness.
I'm sorry.
I cannot support Bhelen as king.
I changed my mind.
I'd like to talk to Vartag.
Tell me about little Endrin.
Is there anything I should know about Lord Helmi?
Do you know anything about Lady Dace?
How is Vartag related to Bhelen?
Just take care of yourself and little Endrin.
I saw Mother.
She hasn't changed, has she?
I had to kill Leske, Rica.
He betrayed me to Jarvia.
Some risks are worth taking.
Great.
Glad I'm leaving before all that starts.
Congratulations.
No one deserves this more than you.
I'm going back to the surface.
Take care of yourself.
The Assembly is in session.
Enter quietly if you wish to observe.
I'm sorry.
An important debate is in progress.
No one may enter.
The Assembly is in recess until King Harrowmont can address them.
The Assembly is in recess until King Bhelen can address them.
The Assembly will come around and vote for Bhelen.
They have to.
I'm sure Harrowmont had the Provings set up somehow.
You shouldn't have been allowed in the Proving.
It's good you and your brother have reconciled.
Prince Bhelen has my vote.
Look out!
For King Bhelen!
Down with Harrowmont!
He will never take the throne!
She sided with the usurper.
Get her!
Get him!
Get out of here, Warden.
You have no place here!
Dust-lover!
House Aeducan is glad to have you on its side.
Don't worry, Warden.
None of these protestors will be troubling you long.
The throne will stay with the Aeducans for another thousand years.
Harrowmont was Endrin's choice for the throne!
Lord Harrowmont is a good man.
It's about time the Aeducans lost the throne.
Lord Harrowmont has my vote.
When I saw Bhelen's champion eat your dirt, he lost my vote.
Get out, Warden!
There is no place for you here!
Traitor!
King Endrin would roll over in his grave to see Bhelen today.
You will always have a place in King Harrowmont's court.
The king will not forget your service, Warden.
Your mind has gone to dust if you think we would pass such a writ.
Half our houses would go broke without the surface trade.
The proposal is only effective until we have a king to ensure we are respected by the surfacers!
Leaving you conveniently positioned to take over all contracts.
I'll see your head on a pike, first!
Deshyrs, lords, and ladies of the Assembly: I've already doubled the guard to prevent violence.
Must I summon more?
Steward Bandelor, Bhelen's sympathizers are tying our hands with trivialities!
They may as well open us to the sky!
I suggest we put the matter to a vote.
And I suggest you have a taste of my family's mace--
<emp>Enough</emp>!
The Assembly is in recess until the members can regain control of their emotions!
Stone-forsaken fools and dusters...
I'm sorry.
This is the Assembly of the Clans.
Only deshyrs and occasional guests of state are allowed in.
Oh, Stone!
You must be the Grey Warden.
I completely forgot about the gate guard's message.
Forgive me, I am so exhausted.
I completely forgot about the message from the gate guard.
Welcome to Orzammar, Warden.
I hope you can forgive our unrest.
The loss of our king has hit us hard.
Troubling, but it will still seem distant compared to the empty throne.
The Assembly is blind to all else.
Welcome back to Orzammar, Warden.
A great deal has changed in recent days.
So it's true.
The exile has returned and we are to treat you as a respected guest.
Even as Warden you are very like your brother.
Perhaps it is best the Assembly is preoccupied.
Your tone would only inflame them.
It's the one perk to this position, child.
Or should I call you "Warden?" I'm glad to hear the surfacers are making use of your talents.
And for that, you earn my respect more than as a member of your lost family name.
If only the Assembly thought the same.
Respect for your role is great, but you won't receive a proper hearing until we have a king on the throne.
This <emp>is</emp> their world, and it ended when Endrin died.
Warden, I'm afraid the Assembly is still locked in debate.
What can I do for you?
Not until something forces their hands, I'm afraid.
Only Bhelen or Harrowmont can settle this.
As Steward, I am a non-voting member.
I am not permitted to voice opinions about the vote, although I am forming some about our members.
Only members of the noblest houses are eligible: those who claim a deshyr, general, or Paragon among their ancestors.
At this point, they're stone for stone.
I wouldn't put any coin on the outcome.
It's still up in the air, though.
One big surprise, and it could go either way.
Bhelen still has the edge, but after the latest Proving Harrowmont picked up a few more supporters.
Well, Harrowmont has many loyal supporters, but the whole Dace House just turned against him.
Well, Harrowmont's still holding his main supporters, but the whole Helmi House just turned against him.
Bhelen's gained ground recently, but Harrowmont's recent announcements caused a real flurry.
He's back in the running.
Harrowmont started to pull ahead, but Bhelen got a huge surge of support when he announced Jarvia's death.
After the preliminary voting, it looks like Harrowmont has a narrow edge, but Bhelen's been buying support right and left.
Bhelen has a solid lead in the preliminary voting, but Harrowmont's trying to disqualify a number of his supporters.
I'm just observing.
Pay me no mind.
I am a guest of Prince Bhelen.
I am a guest of Lord Harrowmont.
You don't recognize a Grey Warden?
A Blight is coming.
Watch your tongue, greybeard.
I have no liking for you.
Do as you wish, Steward Bandelor.
You always have.
I am a Grey Warden now.
Does this city not care the world is about to end?
Let me know when they stop bickering.
Who is on the Assembly?
How is the election looking now?
Warden, welcome.
It is always a blessing for Orzammar to host your order.
I am Vartag Gavorn, top advisor to our good Prince Bhelen.
What news do you bring?
Then I will see you again when you give your concession speech, for I have nothing to discuss with Harrowmont's puppets.
Unless... you're here for a better offer?
I heard of the troops you seek.
Do you wish a new alliance?
Well, given your relationship with his rival, I don't see why the prince should offer you anything.
Perhaps you should make that preparation yourself.
As you like, Warden.
My prince has little time to spare on surface matters.
Why, the rightful ruler of Orzammar, a title he would have greeted you under had not subversive elements been plotting against him.
He is King Endrin's only surviving son.
There is no reason to seek any other to take the throne.
Yes, the treaty.
I've seen it in the shapers' libraries.
Ah, ancient documents, indeed.
These were signed in the reign of Eithnar Bemot, Paragon and king.
That was sixteen generations ago.
They compel the king of Orzammar to support the Grey Wardens against any future Blight.
Now, the difficulty is that the treaty only compels our <emp>king</emp>, and we are sadly lacking one of those right now.
No one wishes this fight over more than Bhelen.
But while it rages, Orzammar can spare no one to combat what may or may not be a new Blight.
Wait.
We must be cautious about whom to trust, but perhaps we could find a way.
There might be a way, if you demonstrate to Bhelen that you owe Harrowmont no fealty.
There might be a way, if you demonstrate to Bhelen you are part of his family.
I believe you.
But what are we to do?
If Bhelen followed his heart and sent his men to aid you, Harrowmont would steal his throne.
We would defeat the Blight and return to find our homeland devastated by an incompetent tyrant.
Perhaps you could prove to Prince Bhelen your intentions are just.
If you show you owe Harrowmont no fealty, I'm sure Bhelen would help you.
You must understand, Harrowmont hides behind his good reputation while sending spies and assassins.
Bhelen can't know who to trust.
It's been like a knife in the heart for Bhelen to see so many of his father's men stand with the usurper.
You've been turned by Harrowmont's slanders already.
I should have known no soul in Orzammar would be neutral.
Harrowmont has engaged in a campaign of bribery and coercion to ensure that every house serves him.
He has turned them so against us they will not even listen to warnings from anyone known to favor Bhelen.
But if a neutral party, a stranger, were to approach certain key members, perhaps with irrefutable evidence of Harrowmont's deception...
I'm certain my lord prince would show his gratitude.
Very well, but do not expect my prince to see you as anything more than another ignorant surfacer.
I will be here if you change your mind.
If you change your mind, this offer still stands... so long as you do not champion Harrowmont in the Proving.
Very well, but do not expect my prince to grant your rightful place in his household if you cannot reject Harrowmont's lies.
I <emp>hope</emp> he won't take out any disappointment on your sister.
Harrowmont promised the same portion of his estate to two different deshyrs, Lady Dace and Lord Helmi.
Harrowmont can't possibly grant it to both of them, but they won't find out until after the vote is cast.
Normally, the shapers would handle this sort of accusation.
They are the scholars who manage our laws, histories, and genealogies.
They are the final arbiters of all disputes in Orzammar.
Unfortunately, the shaper of memories is the most important among them, and his grandfather was Lord Harrowmont's aunt's first cousin.
Obviously, we cannot expect him to offer an unbiased opinion.
I guess I can't expect you surfacers to understand the importance of family in Orzammar.
The shaper is biased, and if you want Prince Bhelen's help, you'll have to show where <emp>your</emp> loyalties lie.
Will you do it?
I guess I shouldn't be surprised a kinslayer has forgotten the importance of family loyalty.
From what your sister says, I'm sure I don't have to tell you the importance of family.
As I'm sure you remember, their libraries hold all our laws and records.
They should be the final arbiters of this debate.
I have copies of the promissory notes Harrowmont gave each of them.
Once they see those, they should both reconsider their votes.
That's not important.
If they ask, say you found them while searching the shapers' libraries for your treaty.
Don't expect this offer to last.
If my prince hears you swore allegiance to his enemy, he won't be so friendly next time.
Lady Dace doesn't leave the quarter much.
But Lord Helmi's adventurous, likes to spend his time at Tapsters... in the Commons.
Remember, don't tell them you got these papers from me.
You learned of them and drew your own conclusions.
Right?
And just to be clear, all deals are off if you fight that Proving for Harrowmont.
How else would a deshyr know where to give their vote?
But this is no honest bribe.
He's planning to bilk one or both of them of their reward.
Oh, excuse me, two Assembly members. "Deshyr" is their formal title.
Would you be willing to prove that?
That hurts worst of all.
That Harrowmont would take advantage of the dying king's delirium to plant such poisonous suspicions against his own son.
After that, you understand why Bhelen cannot trust the word of a stranger.
However reputable that stranger might be.
However close to family that stranger might be.
It would be hard not to notice the Grey Warden and his eclectic entourage.
I hear you seek the aid of Orzammar's finest.
It would be hard not to notice the Grey Warden and her eclectic entourage.
I heard you had returned to us, exile.
What insult do you mean by coming here?
I won't be passing that message on, exile.
Your brother will be king soon.
He's the one who decides who lives and who dies.
After what you did to Trian, you come to your only living brother for help?
Ha!
There were many cruel whispers about Bhelen after you left, which he could only assume came from you.
It's difficult to believe that.
After you left, many cruel accusations fell on Bhelen.
He could only assume they came from you.
Why would he trust you now?
House Aeducan struck your name from its records the day you killed Trian.
With Endrin gone, Bhelen must take his throne.
I have seen this treaty in the shapers' libraries.
But it is only the king it compels, and your father has unfortunately passed on.
If you seek Bhelen's help, he can only give it from the throne.
And only if no one stands in the way of his getting there.
As if you would give up the throne of Orzammar to throw your lot in with these surfacers.
The prince has no reason to aid you, and I suggest you not seek his attention.
You might not like what happens.
So you really have thrown your lot in with the surface.
Very well.
As long as you understand Orzammar is Bhelen's.
I will allow you the chance to prove it.
You have no honor, kinslayer.
It was stripped from you by the Assembly.
Now, there is a way you could prove your good intentions.
I will only ask you once; will you do it or not?
Harrowmont has been buying the votes of every deshyr he can turn, but he is running out of promises.
Recently, he offered the same estate to both Lady Dace and young Lord Helmi.
He hopes the vote will pass before he has to pay up.
I have the promissory notes, but they know of my loyalties to Bhelen.
If you, on the other hand, brought them this evidence...
They know you have little love for your brother and will believe you.
Prove your loyalty and perhaps you'll get the reunion you desire.
If you wish to convince me of your good will, you'll have to show you've put the past behind you.
I'm saying that if you want a king who'll heed your call to fight the darkspawn, you'll have to show you've put the past behind you.
You should leave Orzammar now, exile.
Seek whatever you wish on the surface, but there is nothing for you here.
As we were taught as children, our histories are never wrong.
And the history of House Aeducan lists <emp>you</emp> as Trian's murderer.
Rica?
I'm at the Assembly.
This is no place for a woman.
What do you mean by this?
Vartag, this is my brother.
He comes on behalf of the Grey Wardens with dreadful news.
Of course.
I wasn't thinking.
Vartag, I want you to meet my sister.
She's a Grey Warden and comes from the surface with terrible news.
Don't show your face near House Aeducan again, exile.
Last time we met, you were hardly civil.
Is there more you would say now?
I hope you're not wasting my time with more dithering.
The choice I gave you was clear.
If you do, there can be no further business between us.
Now, do you wish my prince's support?
Or will you risk everything to aid the usurper?
Now, is there more you need before you commence your search?
Better make up your mind, or Bhelen will wonder why you're spending so much time here.
What's to decide?
Do you want your nephew in line to rule Orzammar or not?
Harrowmont tried using the same plot of land to buy the votes of both Lady Dace and young Lord Helmi.
I have the promissory notes to prove it, but neither of them would listen to anyone they knew favored Bhelen.
As a neutral party, you could present the evidence and convince them Lord Harrowmont plans to cheat them.
I'm asking you to deliver a message, not enter marriage negotiations.
Now are you going to help or not?
That's not important.
If they ask, say you found them while searching the shapers' libraries.
I don't know what insult you mean by pretending not to recognize me, but as you know, I am Vartag Gavorn, trusted associate of our future King Bhelen.
Now, are you going to help us in return for Bhelen's aid or not?
Now, have you done what I asked or not?
I've acquired evidence Harrowmont is using the same piece of land to bribe both Lady Dace and Lord Helmi to vote in his favor.
I have the promissory notes right here.
Just take them to Lady Dace and Lord Helmi and show them Harrowmont is not as honest as he claims.
Well?
Have you found Lady Dace and Lord Helmi?
Forged?
W-well, naturally they're forged.
There is no legal way for Harrowmont to sell the same land twice-over, is there?
You want to know how the game is played?
I wrote the papers, and left a sizable fee with the registry office to back them.
But if you think figuring it out gets you off the line, you don't understand how this works.
I'm asking for a show of loyalty.
So, exactly how much truth is involved shouldn't matter in the slightest.
These "forgeries" reflect badly on Lord Harrowmont, so unless you care about his reputation, I can't say I see your concern.
Now, where does your allegiance lie, Warden?
Be careful about so boldly declaring yourself the prince's enemy.
If you cannot support my prince, do not expect him to serve you.
If you change your mind, you know what you must do to earn his indulgence.
Good.
Now prove it.
And don't come back again until you do.
Now, where does your allegiance lie, exile?
Now, where does your allegiance lie?
With your nephew, or with the man who would send him back to Dust Town?
Don't bother me again without something to report.
Now, that's a conundrum.
But if I recall, I asked you to change her vote, not tell me how hard it is.
Either help or not.
It's a small difference to Prince Bhelen, but it might be quite a large one for you.
Well, I hear there were a few angry messengers sent to the Harrowmont estate a moment ago.
So you were serious about wanting to help us.
Are you ready to meet Bhelen now?
I'm going to assume that <emp>wasn't</emp> sarcasm.
I warn you, be on your best behavior.
And keep your weapons sheathed.
Your new brother will be pleased to welcome you into his house.
It's touching to see how strong your love is for your brother.
He's ready to see you now, if you wish.
Lady Dace just came through the quarter on a tear.
She's telling everyone who'll listen what a leech and a liar Harrowmont is.
Good job.
Are you ready to see Bhelen now?
The prince appreciates your service.
You're awfully bold, walking right up to me after coming out against Prince Bhelen in the Proving.
You <emp>do</emp> know who I am, right?
I'm Vartag Gavorn, the prince's chief advisor.
Well, you've picked quite the way to show it.
Why would Bhelen see you now?
He trusts you because you serve him.
And that means Prince Bhelen has no business with you.
You and I have nothing more to discuss until you come back to kneel before the rightful king.
Hmm.
I see your point.
Had you come to us first, Harrowmont would have suspected you.
But now, he has no reason to think you're anything other than his champion, on the Proving grounds and off.
Are you saying you'd infiltrate his ranks for us?
Let the prince know what's happening on the inside?
Oh, you're the one the lovely Rica is always talking about.
He'd be insulted you even asked.
Rica is the mother of his son.
Of course he'll take care of her.
What he thinks of <emp>you</emp> may be another story.
If you really want Bhelen's trust, you'll have to prove your loyalty to Harrowmont is just an act.
What has he asked you to do next?
Then find out and come tell me.
If you want to be of use to the prince, this is your chance to prove it.
And stay away from Lord Helmi and Lady Dace.
I'm sure we can find a better way to prove your worth.
Hmm.
That's a good plan.
If he can claim credit for stopping the carta, Harrowmont will be in golden with a lot of deshyrs.
It's a little odd, though, given his associations with Dust Town smugglers.
Do what Harrowmont asked.
Stop Jarvia.
Let him claim he was behind it.
No.
That won't be necessary.
Let Harrowmont claim he was behind it.
It will be hard enough to believe him when I have solid evidence his cousin supplies the carta with their lyrium.
Well, I'm surprised Harrowmont's protecting Orzammar from the carta when I have solid evidence his own cousin supplies their lyrium.
These papers show ties between the carta and young Harvel Harrowmont.
If you ensure they are found in Jarvia's possession, I guarantee the prince will want to talk to you.
As long as you don't come up with any more surprises.
And don't bother looking for Lord Helmi and Lady Dace.
This is a far better way to prove your worth.
For your treaty, right?
I heard about that.
Sure.
If Bhelen's king, he'll help you against the Blight. <emp>If</emp> it turns out you helped him get there.
There's plenty we want to know, but I'm still not convinced you'll be the one to deliver it.
That's a gold-plated offer, but I still have no proof you'll do what you say.
That is the most transparent ploy I've ever seen.
Nothing would make up for what you've done.
Unless...
You're an outsider.
Harrowmont has no reason to believe you're anything but loyal.
The usurper knows the history between you and Bhelen.
Hope you keep that sense of humor when the Assembly votes Harrowmont out on his ear.
Explain what?
That you just realized what a puling imbecile Harrowmont is and want to throw your lot in with a winner?
Well, you have an unusual way of showing it.
Why would the prince possibly meet with someone who came out publicly against him?
So, you've proven to be every bit the snake I feared!
You agree to aid my prince, then turn on him in the most public forum in Orzammar!
Well, you'll never meet him now, traitor.
Not until he's on the throne and tosses your sorry hide into the Deep Roads!
Then we'll make sure your word counts for nothing.
Harrowmont will never see the throne.
And you will regret this choice.
And after I trusted your promise that you wouldn't.
Well, you need not fear that happening again.
Did you talk to Harrowmont?
What does he want you to do?
Well, go then.
Before it starts to look like you're stalling.
I have nothing to say to you until I know you're no longer Harrowmont's agent.
Well, I hear someone tore through Dust Town like a headsman's axe.
And it's already whispered that House Harrowmont had ties to the smugglers.
I assume that was you?
Very well.
Shall we go right now?
Then you've certainly proven yourself.
You don't know what an enemy you've made, surfacer.
We need nothing from the usurper's puppet.
Bhelen doesn't need someone like you.
I am Vartag Gavorn, Bhelen's second.
I make sure he isn't bothered by riffraff who'd try to steal his throne from under him.
It's too late.
Bhelen will take the throne despite your efforts.
But if you wish his aid against the Blight, you should throw yourself behind him.
He is not forgiving of those who would take his birthright.
Harrowmont's never made a single decision without the whole Assembly backing him.
Do you really want a man guarding the Deep Roads who has to check with seventy-nine others before deciding to launch an assault?
Yes.
The man you would put on the throne took advantage of an old man's illness to turn him against his own child.
Don't worry.
You'll hear plenty when he takes the throne and has all of Harrowmont's men interrogated.
The prince will not easily forget that you oppose him.
As I'm sure your sister has told you.
I'm not surprised someone with so little family loyalty wouldn't know that.
Your sister told me how disappointed she is in you.
I'm surprised you would show your face around here, exile.
Stay out of our affairs, surfacer.
You should have died in the Deep Roads with Trian.
Your sister will be very disappointed.
Jarvia is dead, but I heard nothing about her connections to Harrowmont.
If you wish to talk to Bhelen, you'd better rectify that.
And soon.
I see our faith in you was justified, Warden.
By helping my prince, you have assured your nephew's future.
By your actions, you have regained your place in House Aeducan, my Prince.
By your actions, you have regained your place as an Aeducan, Princess. 
King Bhelen will never give up the throne!
Guards, attack!
You will not live to brag about your betrayal!
Dulin Forender has asked me to fight in the Proving today.
I'll support whoever can get me the troops I need.
What could Bhelen offer me?
No.
I just want you to be ready to lose.
I have nothing to say to you.
Who is Prince Bhelen?
I need aid against a Blight.
This treaty obliges Orzammar to send troops to the surface.
Battling the Blight is more important than politics!
I've heard enough about your political difficulties!
Then I will have to seek my aid from Harrowmont instead.
How can I convince you to help?
Are you implying a Grey Warden wouldn't recognize a Blight?
There is a Blight happening, I swear it.
And if you don't fight, your homeland gets destroyed.
And if we don't fight, our homeland gets destroyed!
Is there some way I could help?
Can I talk to Bhelen?
Knife in the heart?
Bhelen is the only son who still lives.
What must I do to prove my good intentions?
Forget it.
I'm not doing Bhelen's dirty work.
Just tell me where to go.
What kind of evidence?
I don't want to get involved in this.
Isn't there someone you could report him to?
He'd hold a distant relative over his duty?
Where did you get the promissory notes?
I'll find Lady Dace and Lord Helmi right now.
I promise I am no spy.
I thought King Endrin himself supported Harrowmont.
Bhelen is my nephew's father.
I would never oppose him.
You know who I am?
Only to tell Bhelen that the next time we meet, he dies.
There is a Blight coming.
I need Bhelen's help.
No.
I've come to kill him and take back what's mine!
Let me talk to Bhelen.
We can put this behind us.
I never got to congratulate my brother on his rise to power.
I don't need his trust.
I just want his head!
It's part of the game.
He won.
I'd have done the same.
I'm here as a Grey Warden, not an Aeducan.
I would sooner see Orzammar fall than Bhelen on the throne!
I have a treaty compelling Orzammar to aid against a Blight.
If Bhelen promises me troops, I'll help him take the throne.
I will do nothing to compromise my honor.
What must I do?
At least that would keep it in the family.
Are you asking for my help?
Bhelen set me up.
He's the one who wanted Trian dead.
It was Bhelen who killed Trian!
You know, don't you?
Bhelen told you what happened.
Dulin wants me to champion Harrowmont in the Proving.
I'll do whatever it takes to get Bhelen's support.
I'll go find them right now.
I still haven't decided.
I'm not interested in helping Bhelen claim the throne.
What exactly did you want me to do?
Tell me more about Lady Dace and Lord Helmi.
I'll do whatever I need to.
I talked to the shaper of memories.
These papers are forged.
Tell me where you really got these.
I guess that makes sense.
I'll go find Dace and Helmi.
I don't believe you.
You forged them!
I serve only myself.
I'm going to take my chances with Lord Harrowmont.
I cannot lie just to curry favor.
I serve Bhelen.
Not yet.
I'll do that right now.
Only Lady Dace's father can change the vote, and he's away.
Of course.
He sounds so charming.
I have a few things to do, first.
I'm ready.
Take me to him.
Of course.
I've missed him so.
I'd like to see my brother.
I want to tell him to back down.
He'll never be king.
And now Harrowmont trusts me.
Unlike your other spies.
As long as Bhelen promises to take care of my sister.
He hasn't said yet.
I came to you, first.
I don't know.
He hasn't told me yet.
He wants me to stop the carta.
Just tell me what you want me to do.
Do you want me to claim it was Bhelen who stopped her?
What kind of associations?
I don't understand.
You want me to frame him?
You want me to make that evidence public?
I am to put an end to Jarvia.
I'll need Bhelen's support in return.
Just tell me what you want to know.
I'll bring you everything Harrowmont tells me.
I've changed my mind.
The throne belongs to the Aeducans.
Great.
Now I'll know who to avoid.
Just hear me out.
I can explain.
I want to make it up to Bhelen.
He's the rightful king.
Well, you're representing a loser.
I'd like to meet Prince Bhelen.
If I have a say, Bhelen will never be king.
Harrowmont's the better king, anyway.
I need to talk to Bhelen.
I haven't seen him yet.
It's done.
I want to talk to Bhelen.
I left the evidence with Jarvia.
What?
No big speeches to convert me to Bhelen's side?
What would you give me if I switch my support to Bhelen?
Why would Bhelen make a better king than Harrowmont?
Didn't Bhelen's own father support Harrowmont for king?
I want to speak to Bhelen.
We are honored by your trust, Warden.
It is a relief to see you alive.
House Harrowmont considers you one of its own.
The king owes you his victory, Warden.
These are the personal apartments of High General Lord Harrowmont.
No visitors are allowed at this time.
Lord Harrowmont is expecting you.
You are always welcome on these estates, Warden.
This estate is off-limits to all but House Harrowmont.
Now leave before I call my men on you!
I appreciate what you have done, Warden, and I apologize for putting one of your rank through such trials.
I am Lord Pyral Harrowmont and I thank you for your efforts to help me preserve King Endrin's throne.
Even had you not aided me, I would be honor-bound to present your treaty to the Assembly.
But I'm afraid with no king, they will not act.
For us, the darkspawn are a constant menace, so a Blight may not elicit the same urgency you are used to.
Ultimately, the Assembly decides what troops to send.
If they no longer fear civil war, they'll have no reason to hold back.
Have you heard of a woman named Jarvia and the criminal carta she runs?
The Assembly receives pleas every day from the common folk, begging that something be done about her.
So far, no one has managed.
Jarvia hides her base in Dust Town, the raw edges of the city where no one lives but casteless and criminals.
Then I ask you think quickly.
Bhelen's schemes multiply by the hour, and the sooner this is done, the closer I will be to the throne.
Let me know when you make your decision.
A son?
I did not... your father didn't know of any son.
I suppose the girl has... no status of her own?
If you help me take the throne, I promise I will formally adopt the child into my household.
Is that sufficient?
Will you assist me against the carta?
That's all I can do.
I hope it's enough.
But first I must tell you, killing Jarvia was not enough.
Bhelen still has a majority and he wants to force a vote tomorrow.
Now, will you seek out Branka for me?
Your sister...
I see.
This is new to me.
What happens to her is more House Aeducan's concern than my own, but I promise no harm will come to her by my doing.
Do this and I promise if I take the throne, I will not stop until the Assembly sends your troops.
Look for Jarvia in Dust Town.
Do whatever it takes to see that justice is served.
I hoped you might still have old contacts who could help dig out Jarvia.
You would know better than I would the many ways the casteless hide from authorities in Dust Town.
I'm... glad you're so eager.
If you help me shut her down, we can show the Assembly I am the right king to defend Orzammar.
If you would help me in this, it would show the Assembly that I, and not Bhelen, have the ability to defend and rule this city.
If you want my support to count, I will have to be king, and right now, there is no sure way to get there.
It is hard to consider the threat of darkspawn on the surface when all we see is them retreating from our gates.
Then it is truly refreshing to talk with you.
No one is born with rights to the throne.
The sitting king may recommend a successor, but the Assembly ultimately decides who will rule.
Bhelen has lost nothing that ever belonged to him, and nothing that his own father thought he should have.
The Assembly represents the voices of the wisest, most noble families.
While we need a single king to preside over important functions and lead us in battle, the Assembly better represents all in Orzammar.
I have never sought the throne.
My role was to serve Endrin, first as his advisor, then as an elected deshyr in the Assembly.
A Harrowmont has never been king and I always assumed Trian would rule after his father.
But both Endrin and my colleagues have asked me to step up, and I will not back down when Orzammar needs me.
That is exactly why Endrin did not want Bhelen on the throne.
To be king is not a position of strength, it is a position of respect.
In Orzammar, the Assembly makes the laws.
The king must respect that.
Fighting between king and Assembly has ever boded ill.
You may not know the story, but Bhelen is actually the youngest of three.
Endrin's eldest, Trian, was murdered in the Deep Roads not a year ago.
His middle son was found standing over the body and was exiled, but I've always found it suspicious that Bhelen knew just where to look.
Bhelen resents me because I did not believe his set-up.
I wanted a full investigation, a trial, not this knee-jerk reaction.
It speaks poorly of Bhelen that Endrin himself was the first to think he should not be trusted.
Endrin loved his sons too much to voice such suspicions, but he knew Bhelen's only interest in ruling was to further his own power.
I must say, after your parting words, I did not expect to see you again.
Whatever your role in Trian's death, I cannot believe Bhelen is guiltless.
I am glad you found a new place among the Grey Wardens.
House Aeducan ruled for nine generations through talent and honor, not by right.
It is the Assembly who makes a king, and a king who nominates his successor.
None of it is carried in the blood.
Once I would have agreed, but that caravan has long gone.
House Aeducan struck your name from its records.
If you went before the Assembly now, you would be a casteless surfacer, with no support in Orzammar.
He knew what a poor king Bhelen would make; he saw it sooner than the rest of us.
One of his last requests was that I carry out his wishes as Orzammar's next king.
It was the greatest honor of my life.
Of a broken heart, in my view.
Some say Bhelen poisoned him, but I never left Endrin's side, and I don't see how.
Bhelen <emp>did</emp> kill him, but only by what he did to you.
Your father missed you sorely in his final days.
Welcome again.
Have you considered my offer?
Very well.
Please, make yourself comfortable while you wait.
If you need anything, just ask my wife.
If you make sure she troubles Orzammar no longer, I promise if I become king, I will send as many troops as I can.
From my understanding, she started as an underling to a smuggler named Beraht, who died just before the king.
Everything's been so chaotic since then that she nearly doubled her operations in months.
You probably know more than I ever will.
Could you use your expertise to put an end to her reign of terror?
Is there no one left you could ask?
Putting an end to her operations would show the Assembly that I, and not Bhelen, have the ability to defend this city.
I must confess, I didn't expect you back so soon.
I've heard nothing of Dust Town.
Did you find Jarvia?
I've already hinted to the Assembly that I might have a big announcement soon.
They are far more likely to listen if we have something positive to present.
Something like the end of Jarvia and her carta.
Her lair is in Dust Town, the bottom-most level of the city where casteless and criminals hide. 
I heard the news.
Jarvia and her carta are dead.
I suppose it was unrealistic to expect them to surrender.
I have no desire to go back on my word, but when Bhelen heard the news about Jarvia, he raised the stakes.
He is forcing a vote in the next two days.
By law, that prevents the Assembly from hearing any other pleas.
To help with your troops, I will require your assistance one last time.
Do you know anything of the Paragon Branka?
Branka is a Paragon, the only one we have been blessed with in four generations.
Two years ago, she took her entire house into the Deep Roads on a mad quest to uncover ancient secrets.
No one's heard from her since.
Were she to return and endorse someone for the throne, the Assembly would be honor-bound to accept her wishes.
Then you and I are in the same cart, sitting and waiting to see if my other teams return with news.
If you change your mind, let me know.
It's hard to say <emp>what</emp> she would do.
She wasn't exactly known for her predictability.
Her entire house went with her.
It would take a lot to kill so many.
If not, bringing proof of her death or a body to return to the Stone, would still show that as an ancestor, it was my hand she guided to her remains.
Branka hated darkspawn with a passion.
She would certainly be a valuable voice to support your treaty.
She never seemed to like being a Paragon.
She was devoted to her craft, never cared for politics.
But one of the most brilliant minds Orzammar has seen.
My men traced Branka's disappearance to an ancient crossroads known as Caridin's Cross.
Thank you again.
And may the ancestors guide your steps.
It is many miles below where we normally venture, but I can provide a map to lead you there.
Just enter the Deep Roads through the mines.
Yes, a smokeless fuel that made underground forges safer than they've ever been.
And did Orzammar--and me--a great service.
Would that some of the noble caste had such loyalty.
Again, Bhelen seems to be one step ahead.
I thank you for helping me remove Jarvia, but it seems Bhelen spread rumors that it was I who raised her in the first place.
My men have learned nothing new, nor do I yet have anyone's ear in the Assembly.
Have you decided to help me search for Branka?
True, though we still rely on one another.
I beg you reconsider.
The vote is soon and the Deep Roads long.
I would leave now if you're going.
The word publicly is that you support my enemy, but Dulin promises you've sworn yourself to us.
I am Lord Pyral Harrowmont and I would hear this in your own words.
Is it true?
I would have preferred that you come to me <emp>before</emp> slandering me to some of the highest placed families in Orzammar.
But with this evidence of Bhelen's depravity, we should be able to work out a mutual arrangement, if not trust.
If you truly wish to take my side, I ask that you do one more thing for me.
Do you know anything of the Paragon Branka?
I wish I could say I'm surprised, but he's managed to stay one step ahead through this whole game, hasn't he?
I assume he seeks the same thing I do.
Branka's word is the one way to break the Assembly's deadlock.
If you bring her back to endorse me for king, then I could finally take the throne... and get the troops you're so eager for.
Then what are you doing here?
Are you looking for me to better his offer?
Fine.
Find Branka, and I will give whatever reward is in my power.
But bring me Branka, first.
Show you can do what no one else has, and that you will do it for me, not Bhelen.
Until then, I have nothing more to say.
I am glad Endrin did not live to see this.
The suspicion destroyed his life; the proof would have crushed his soul.
I always prayed one of Endrin's children would stay true.
Have you finally turned your back on Bhelen's treachery?
Should you find Branka, I trust you will both vote with your hearts.
I admit, I did not think even Bhelen would defy the word of a Paragon.
Nor that so many would follow him.
But most of Orzammar has seen him for what he really is, and I trust we will bring this insurgency under control.
Those loyal to the throne will begin preparations for a surface mission immediately.
Orzammar will fulfill its treaties.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I must get to the palace and set our plans in motion.
I'll talk to a sculptor, see what we can do.
Tell your lover to bring me the child and they will both have a place in House Harrowmont.
It is the least I can do for your father's grandson.
I will.
This is the staff I carried as King Endrin's second.
Take it as a reminder of your place in Orzammar.
You have done more than any other to preserve the city King Endrin loved.
He would want you to have his maul.
I wish you luck against the Blight, Warden.
May we foster another four centuries of peace.
I prefer to be known as a just and compassionate king. "Strong" too often comes to mean "tyrannical." But I will not leave this uprising unpunished.
Indeed.
More than anyone but my wife, Warden, and I thank you for it.
Your father would be proud of what you did today.
The king has spoken.
All I can do now is die with dignity.
I will not forget who won me this throne.
All I want is your support against the Blight.
What about them?
You could say we... have some history.
I'll have to think about this.
My son has been denied noble status.
Can you help him?
All right.
Let me go find Jarvia.
My sister is Bhelen's concubine.
If you become king...
Then I will help you.
I'll deal with Jarvia.
Be ready to help against the Blight.
I'll go right now.
I respect King Endrin's wishes.
Bhelen says you're trying to usurp his family's rights.
The Assembly has more power than the king?
You believe you'd be a better king than Bhelen?
Just spit out what I need to do to get your help as king.
Bhelen says you're too weak to be king.
Why would Endrin prefer you over his own son?
Bhelen's men say you planted those suspicions.
Bhelen says you're trying to usurp House Aeducan's rights.
Father would have wanted me to rule.
Is it true my father wished you to be his heir?
How did my father die?
I'm still deciding.
I still haven't decided if I'll help you.
Tell me more about this Jarvia.
What's in this for me, again?
No.
Let me get back to that.
Have you talked to the Assembly about my troops?
Now, can you help my son?
He was denied noble status.
It's done.
Will you speak to the Assembly now?
Always another step.
Get to the point.
On second thought, I'm not going to help you.
Are you sure Branka would support you as king?
What if she's dead?
If it will get you the throne, I will find Branka.
I've heard the name.
Didn't she disappear?
The Assembly raised her to Paragon for inventing a new fuel.
They were vermin.
I cleaned them out.
I offered them mercy, but they chose to fight.
No.
I owe you nothing.
I'll side with whoever I need to get troops.
I would rather see you on the throne than Bhelen.
Bhelen asked me the same thing.
I've already promised that to Bhelen.
<act>Lie</act> I'll find Branka and make her endorse you.
I have evidence that Bhelen sent mercenaries against me.
I bring you evidence that Bhelen killed Trian.
As long as it doesn't interfere with getting me my troops.
Don't I get a statue or something in my honor?
And my son?
He will be cared for?
Just make sure your army is there when I call for it.
And I must return to my duties on the surface.
Show them you are a strong king and they will follow you.
I have faith in you, King Harrowmont.
You must be under great strain with the Blight upon the land.
I will pray to the Stone for you.
My husband owes you his throne.
You are always welcome here.
I am impressed, Warden. 
I am Prince Bhelen.
Vartag told me of your efforts against the usurper who tried to claim my father's throne.
My father lost two sons when one turned against the other.
He was mad with grief and Harrowmont did all he could to drive him over the edge.
I was his only living child and Harrowmont barred me from him!
I had to tell him goodbye by common messenger!
Traditionally, the king decides his successor.
The Assembly just says aye or nay.
Kings have only ever selected someone outside their families if they were childless, or if their children lacked the capacity to rule.
Or, as now, when someone tries using the Assembly to pull a coup.
Harrowmont spent his life in the Assembly.
He only knows how to lead through compromise and capitulation.
That's not what Orzammar needs.
The darkspawn are massing for a Blight, the lands topside have been torn apart.
We need a strong leader now, someone who can stand up to the Assembly.
Someone who will rule, not persuade.
We both know that's all that matters.
There is only one thing of importance when I take the throne: the Blight.
If you believe that, why are you here?
Then we are allies, for I care for her like a wife, and named her son for my own dead father.
But there is another reason.
You need my aid to face the Blight.
I promise, when I am king, that will be my first priority.
Then we have a common goal.
We may not like each other, but the Blight is our first priority.
You need help, and after what you did to him, Harrowmont won't give it.
And I don't believe you'd risk your alliance just to find out about my brother.
You may not like me, and I'm fine with that.
Do you expect modesty?
That is no valuable trait for a king.
This is a time for action, not cultured debate.
We need absolute unity to fight against the fulcrum of true evil.
Then you have forgotten your training.
The Warden's first principle is the darkspawn must be defeated at all costs.
I cannot send you the troops you need while this senseless debate tears Orzammar apart.
Absolutely.
And sworn on the mail of my ancestors... as soon as Orzammar is united under my rule.
Unfortunately, while this debate rages, I have no power to send the troops you need.
You've seen for yourself; the city is a slaughterhouse.
Criminals run lawless.
I could never hold the throne if I allowed such chaos.
I can hold my throne, thank you.
But I cannot hold it and send the troops you need.
Or do you take back that request?
I didn't think so.
She took over Beraht's carta after you left, and expanded his operations remarkably.
From what Rica says, I doubt Jarvia remembers you fondly.
You have struck a blow against Harrowmont already, and I thank you for that.
But there is another faction in play here.
Have you heard of a woman named Jarvia, and the carta of criminals she runs?
They're a gang of criminals, mostly casteless, led by a repulsive slug of a woman named Jarvia.
They've paid off numerous guardsmen to build their power.
They know Orzammar is divided now and has no time for them.
It's made them bold.
If I show the city I can eliminate such a threat...
Well, let's just say my position would be stronger.
Your son?
What are you-- Oh.
Oh, that's rich.
You're talking about that casteless girl who came around claiming to have an Aeducan son.
Well, Brother, I can't agree to raise a condemned criminal's casteless brat into House Aeducan.
Perhaps <emp>if</emp> you help me regain the throne, I'll reconsider.
But I can't make any promises before then.
Your son?
What are you-- Oh, that's rich.
You're talking about that casteless girl, aren't you?
The one that came around claiming an Aeducan son.
That was yours?
I never figured you for that sort of man.
But put me on the throne and I'll give the whore and her brat the Aeducan name, and a lovely room in the smallest palace.
Now, will you help me against Jarvia or not?
Now, get back to Jarvia, or all this will be pointless.
And if you don't help me, you'll never find out, will you?
Unfortunately, Harrowmont's hold is still strong in the Assembly, so that will require a bit more than you've already done.
Now my men have traced Branka as far as Caridin's Cross, an ancient crossroads long-since lost to the darkspawn.
I suggest you start there.
Unfortunately, while exposing Harrowmont's connections to Jarvia hurt him, it will take more decisive action to win the throne.
She is secretive, and is only the current leader of a group that has plagued Orzammar for years.
They stay mostly in Dust Town, below the city.
Only casteless live there, and they are too scared of reprisal to cooperate with guardsmen.
And frankly, until my father's death, they only harassed their own kind.
Now, they attack honest citizens.
That's all I can ask.
But I can be of no help until this problem is solved.
And every minute we wait, more darkspawn swarm into human lands...
Still hedging your bets, big brother?
One of these days, you'll have to jump in with both feet.
Take your time, then.
But remember, every minute you wait, more darkspawn walk the surface lands...
Still taking the middle ground, big sister?
I should have known you wouldn't give a firm answer.
You know how deep Beraht sunk the carta's roots.
Jarvia still has many guardsmen on her side.
And you know Dust Town far better than any of my men.
You could eliminate her easily.
What do you say?
Her roots are deep in Dust Town, and there are too many guardsmen in her pocket for me to dig her out right now.
And frankly, until Father's death, she kept her depravity focused on other brands, so no one cared.
Now they're attacking honest men.
Your eagerness is charming.
If you can do as you say, you will have the troops you need the moment I take the throne.
I'd never ask for such a thing, but if you do eliminate Jarvia and her thugs, you would have my gratitude.
And my promise that as king, I will send as many troops as you need to fight the darkspawn.
Isn't that what you're offering?
If you eliminate Jarvia and her thugs, I'll do my best to honor that treaty you're so sweet on.
If you can eliminate them, I promise as king, I will send as many troops as you need to fight the darkspawn.
Unfortunately, I have little information on Jarvia.
Her base of power is in Dust Town, the lowest part of the city, and my men have few sources there.
Maybe the casteless will talk more freely with a stranger.
You know what I want, and what I can give if I get it.
There's little point in further negotiations.
I will wait to hear whether you follow through or not.
And I will wait eagerly for your return.
Unfortunately, Jarvia's base of operations is in Dust Town, and you know how little leverage we have there.
The casteless refuse to cooperate with my men.
But now that you've spent so much time on the surface, you're practically one of them.
Perhaps you'll have better luck.
Your sister told me you have a history with Jarvia and the carta she runs.
Now, I will help when I can, but I must send what troops I have now to combat Jarvia and her so-called carta.
I love how you jump straight to the point.
Yes.
I want Jarvia dead and her carta wiped out.
It would boost my popularity to be known as the one who eliminated her.
And I could promise you the troops you need.
I would offer to help, but I imagine you know Dust Town far better than I do.
Your sister told me of your... past run-ins with Jarvia.
I only promised to hear your story.
Absolutely.
And on the souls of our shared ancestors... as soon as Orzammar is united under Aeducan rule.
To be king of the greatest city in Thedas?
I know you Grey Wardens claim to be above politics, but surely, you can't be blind to that lure.
My big brother, returned from the grave, and with the might of the Grey Wardens behind him.
I could hardly believe it when Vartag said you wished to help me regain the throne.
You're right.
Harrowmont would bow and dandle you on his knee like a child, but he could never overcome the Assembly's resistance to your treaty.
You're more pragmatic than I give you credit for.
You're also right.
It would weaken all of Orzammar if a Harrowmont took the throne.
Father died of grief.
He couldn't bear to live when you were gone.
You'd have acted against me in a heartbeat if I hadn't done it first.
The same way you turned everyone in the Assembly against Trian.
The same way our father--may the ancestors bless him--convinced his elder brother to enter a Proving against a convicted murderer.
Who do you think gave the murderer the poison to put on his blade?
And I guess you've finally learned something about politics.
Now, Vartag tells me you're here seeking allies against the Blight.
You were right to turn to me.
You should thank me then; you could never handle the throne.
A king of Orzammar has to be ruthless.
He has to tell the Assembly to snap to or shut down.
He has to accept that in any battle, against darkspawn or politicians, there are casualties.
Neither you nor Harrowmont is that king.
Then why are you here?
He was a second son who took the throne of Orzammar.
Do you honestly believe he did nothing underhanded?
The same way you killed Trian the minute he was a threat to you.
Please.
It's not like you were hard to convince. "Oh, dear.
He may try to kill you." "Oops.
Can't let that happen.
Have to get to him first."
My big sister, back from the dead, and calling herself a Grey Warden.
Welcome to your new house, little brother.
My Rica tells me you worked yourself all the way up from Dust Town to the Grey Wardens.
Vartag says you've been a great help in my campaign to regain the throne.
I haven't exactly picked an heir yet.
But he is my son and a son of House Aeducan.
He has the same rights as any sons of my wife's body.
Assuming he grows up as strong and as wise as his uncle.
Assuming he grows up as clever and as courageous as his aunt.
Welcome to your new house, little sister.
My Rica tells me you won the Grey Wardens' attention at last year's Proving.
I'm surprised to see you back.
I've heard of no tragic events in Dust Town.
Have you accomplished what I asked?
I wouldn't dawdle.
The longer you take, the more both Jarvia and the darkspawn build their power.
Certainly.
We can discuss troop maneuvers, strategies, past successes against archdemons...
...as soon as you rid me of the parasite draining Orzammar's life.
Until then, I have nothing to say.
She makes her base in Dust Town, but my men never learned where.
As a stranger, you should be able to find an informant who can tell you how Jarvia's thugs pass through the city unseen.
As one of their own, it should be easier for you to find someone who will tell you where the spider makes her lair.
As an exile and one of their own caste, you might find it easier to earn the trust of someone who knows where Jarvia hides.
Eliminate Jarvia and her carta.
I don't care how as long as the snake is dead and my city is returned to order.
Well, you've simply outdone yourself.
They're talking all over the city about how someone finally went through Dust Town and slaughtered the carta like genlocks.
You have done the city a great service.
I promise, as soon as I take the throne, I will send the troops you need.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Killing Jarvia brought me greater favor, but to truly displace Harrowmont, we'll need something dramatic enough to end the debate forever.
What do you know of the Paragon Branka?
Hmm.
Then he also wants her endorsement for the throne.
Which of us will you serve?
Then you're a fool to come here.
If you brave the Deep Roads, don't expect my men to spare you.
She is a Paragon, a girl of the Smith Caste who rose to nobility for her brilliant inventions.
She is the only Paragon in four generations and she turned her back on her responsibilities.
A Paragon is like an ancestor born in this time.
If she returned, her vote would outweigh the entire Assembly.
Anyone with her support could take the throne unchallenged.
I cannot force you.
But if this voting drags on, or the usurper takes the throne, everything you've done will be for nothing.
Without Branka, there are no guarantees.
For my throne, or your Blight.
I was hoping you could use your legendary charm to persuade her that the rightful king should take the throne.
However, if the Deep Roads have... addled her wits, it might be best she not return before the kingship is decided.
I would never say that.
She is a Paragon; it is my duty to protect her.
On the other hand, we must respect her decisions...
Should she prefer to stay in the Deep Roads rather than help her rightful king take the throne, we must assist her.
By any means necessary.
She had an entire house with her, dedicated to her protection.
With the number of ruins still intact, they could last for a long time.
And Harrowmont is looking as well.
It's too risky to assume she's dead, only to have him take credit for finding her.
I hope <emp>you</emp> will bring her back to endorse me as king.
Then we will both go down in history as a Paragon's saviors.
I was hoping you'd say that. 
So far, my men have traced Branka to Caridin's Cross: an ancient crossroad lost to the darkspawn four centuries ago.
Her trail ends there.
Perhaps with your Warden's expertise, you can find what my men could not.
You have my thanks.
Seek her in Caridin's Cross.
I will try to delay the vote until you return.
I did not know her personally.
Two years ago, I was still considered a child, not one to consort with Orzammar's finest.
From what I hear, her intellect was unrivaled, but the social graces were... beneath the notice of one so gifted.
You must enter the Deep Roads through the mines.
To protect the city, that's the only path we leave open.
Caridin's Cross lies many miles deep into the tunnels.
It was once a main thoroughfare, but before Branka, no one had stepped foot there in generations.
Two years ago, she heard of something the ancients created.
It inspired her to leave everything behind and venture into the Deep Roads.
More good than my enmity, but less than if I were king.
Unfortunately, I cannot say when.
While many deshyrs appreciate my ending Jarvia's threat, Harrowmont still holds great loyalty.
We need something more... dramatic to shift the balance.
Then you'll have to wait until these things decide themselves.
And you don't seem the patient type.
Perhaps you'd like to hear my plan to cut through the Assembly's bickering.
You're a sharp one.
Yes, Branka.
It's a little late to trouble yourself now.
Everyone in Orzammar agrees.
When I take the throne, I'll give you troops for the Blight and a shiny Aeducan coat of arms for your by-blow.
Harrowmont's agents have increased their slanders against me.
I think the vote will happen soon.
Have you decided to finish what you started?
Will you go into the Deep Roads to seek Branka's support for my throne?
Then you and everyone else in Orzammar will wait.
What are you still doing here?
Harrowmont's teams are searching for Branka as we speak.
So, despite your rather public show of support for my rival, Vartag tells me you understand who is to be king.
I'm glad to hear that, Warden.
So what brought about this change of heart?
You want to play it direct?
Fine.
Let me speak frankly.
You need someone strong on the throne to raise an army against the Blight.
I can be that man.
But you've already damaged my ability to secure the throne.
That would do little good now, except to paint you as the turncoat you are.
Exposing Harrowmont's connections to Jarvia has definitely hurt his chances, but I will need something big, something dramatic enough to put me over the edge.
If it is, you'll pass it, or I'll tell Harrowmont exactly what you're up to.
You can't play a game like this halfway.
Now, there is something I'd like you to do for me.
Your familial devotion is touching, but that's not the whole story, is it?
That's very practical, big brother.
Your loyalty is admirable, big sister.
But I think your sudden devotion has more to do with the troops you need.
Harrowmont's a weak man and he'll be a weaker king.
I'm the only one who can get you your army.
But first, I need to get on that throne and you've already damaged my ability to do that.
I will.
And I'll be the only king who could get you the troops you need to face the Blight.
I'm touched by your family loyalty.
Rica will be glad you've finally come around.
If you would prove yourself, ensure Harrowmont's men find no trace of Branka in the Deep Roads.
You have proven yourself and more, Warden.
Without your aid, I would not have taken this throne so smoothly or so soon.
My generals are already preparing for a mission to the surface.
When you have need of us, you shall have every able-bodied dwarf in Orzammar.
Since you did more than I expected, I offer a personal reward as well.
This was a maul favored by my brother Trian.
Take it with you as a reminder of your ties to Orzammar.
You may recognize this.
Trian used it to crack skulls when he was showing off for Father.
I'm sure he'd want you to have it.
This is an ancient mace of House Aeducan.
It's said to be enchanted against darkspawn.
I think you need it more than I do.
Now, I have much to do.
If there is nothing else...
Sure, send the whore and her brat to me.
I'll make sure they take the name and a nice room in the smallest palace.
Yes, yes, I already have the girl and her brat set up in a room in the smallest palace.
Don't worry, Brother.
The boy will grow up hearing what a hero his father was.
And if you die in the Blight, I'll be sure the whore wears sackcloth for at least a day.
Your son?
What do you-- Oh, that is rich.
You mean that casteless girl, don't you?
The one claiming to have an Aeducan son.
I never thought you had it in you, Brother.
But after what you've done, I can afford to be magnanimous.
Send the whore and her brat to me.
I'll make sure they get the Aeducan name and the nicest room in the smallest palace.
Now, I must address my other petitioners.
Come back and visit sometime.
As it was meant.
Good luck, Warden.
May we both crush our enemies.
Nor I.
She and young Endrin will stand beside me at my inauguration.
As all in Orzammar now see.
His name need not pass your lips again.
You have truly surprised me, Sister.
You have earned the right to rejoin House Aeducan.
You have truly surprised me, Brother.
Now I can embrace you as a brother.
You betrayed me and the throne of Orzammar.
You will not leave this city!
There are people waiting, Warden.
I must see to them.
All I care about is getting troops to face the Blight.
I take it you're not too fond of Harrowmont.
I heard you're the one King Endrin didn't want ruling.
You think you'd make a good king?
They say you killed your own brother to take his place.
He claims you're the one King Endrin didn't want ruling.
But aren't dwarven kings elected?
Why would Harrowmont think you couldn't rule?
So, you want to stop the Blight?
What would you do differently as king?
Someone ruthless enough to kill his own brother?
I'm only here to help my sister.
All I care about is if you can help me stop the Blight.
I wanted to meet you in person and decide.
Because Harrowmont won't be a strong enough king.
Well, you got me there...
And you're that man?
You never were willing to hear the voice of dissent.
Then send your men and we will leave for the surface today!
That sounds a little extreme...
There will be time for politics when the darkspawn are gone.
Then you'll honor your agreement with the Wardens?
I thought you were such a strong ruler, Bhelen.
Maybe I could do something about that...
How can I help you take the throne?
I heard they're wiping the slate with your guardsmen.
The gang of casteless, yes.
If I help you, I want you to help my son.
Not if you won't help my son.
Right.
I'll get right on that.
Why haven't you been able to take her out before?
I'll look into it.
That's all I can promise.
Just point me at them and your trouble's over.
And let me guess, you want my help.
What if I took them out for you?
I'll go look for her right now.
Are you trying to go back on your word?
If you're talking about killing Jarvia, I want in!
Now there's a name I never wanted to hear again.
I saw Jarvia's men threatening a merchant.
Is the carta that powerful?
Why would Harrowmont try to take over?
You think you would make a better king?
Is that what draws you?
Harrowmont claims King Endrin didn't want you ruling.
I just want to stop the Blight.
You're my best chance.
Just tell me the truth, did you poison Father?
Why did you do it, Bhelen?
What did I ever do to you?
I'll never forgive you, but we can work together for now.
I guess I can't blame you for playing a winning hand.
You're wrong.
I never plotted against you or Trian.
Harrowmont would be a better king than you would!
We don't need a good king now, we need a strong king.
Father would never do that!
I only killed Trian because you said he was out to get me.
Does that put my nephew in line for the throne?
Why is Harrowmont trying to take the throne from you?
Doesn't the Assembly pick the king?
I want you to accept my son into House Aeducan.
Not yet.
Let me get back to that.
I wanted to talk about the Blight.
Where do I find Jarvia?
What did you want me to do again?
I did what you asked.
Do you have my troops?
Then I'll do whatever it takes to get you on the throne.
Harrowmont asked me the same thing.
I have already told Harrowmont I would find her for him.
<desc>Lie</desc> I will ask her to support you.
Just the name, really.
She disappeared in the Deep Roads.
Well, I'm not going to help you.
Do you think she would support you as king?
Are you saying I should kill her?
What makes you think Branka's still alive?
So you hope to bring her back to endorse you for king.
I will do nothing more for you.
I will find her for you.
If it will get me my troops, I will find Branka.
I'll leave right now.
What is Branka like?
I'll leave right now to find her.
Where is Caridin's Cross?
What if Branka won't support you?
Just tell me what you need me to do.
She was a smith and inventor.
When you take the throne?
What good does <emp>that</emp> do?
When will that be?
The darkspawn don't wait for politics.
I'm not doing anything else for you.
Something like Branka?
I will help you any way I can.
Most of them had no choice; it wasn't fair to kill them.
They deserved to die for their crimes.
Then you will give my son his place?
Then I need a favor.
Accept my son into House Aeducan.
No.
I refuse to help you anymore.
I will.
But only if you accept my son into House Aeducan.
Does it matter?
Do you want me to publicly endorse you for king?
Is this another test?
I'll side with whoever I need to get troops for the Blight.
I want to do what's best for my nephew.
The throne should belong to an Aeducan.
You'd make a better king than Harrowmont.
Congratulations.
Bravo.
Now where are my troops?
I want my face on one of those big statues.
And my son?
He will be cared for now?
I need one more favor.
Accept my son into House Aeducan.
I'll take that as a "thank you."
I will return to the surface.
Thank you for your aid.
I would not let my sister down.
The throne belongs with House Aeducan.
You will be a stronger king than Harrowmont.
No one enters the prince's estate without an invitation.
Go in.
The prince is in his audience chamber.
How dare you show your face here, kinslayer.
You're always welcome in King Bhelen's palace.
No one of unproven loyalties is welcome in the prince's palace!
Now leave before I call my men.
We are glad to have you here, Warden.
You can find your mother in the women's quarters.
How dare you show your face after what you've done to House Aeducan?
Well, look at you all fancied up.
Did the prince decide he likes boys, or did you find some other way to bring in coin?
That's right.
I'm a disgusting old drunk.
That's why you left, isn't it?
Why would I miss you?
What'd you ever do but make me fat and old and ugly?
Right.
Rica told me.
Running off to the surface, just like your father.
Never thought to share a little of that fortune with your mother?
Well, who needs you, anyway?
Rica and I are doing fine here, just fine!
Heh.
You know what they keep up here?
They got wine from the surface, ale, brandy...
They got a whole room of it.
An' nobody's gonna stop me taking it, because I'm the brat's grandmother.
Oh, sure.
Rica's the greatest.
Rica moved us into the palace, made everything perfect, right?
I've seen how they look at me.
Think I'm gutter trash.
Not one of them would let me step foot here if it wasn't for Rica!
Precious Rica and her precious little brat!
If he chokes on that gold rattle, we'd both be on the street!
Well, great.
One more thing my kids've done that I'm supposed to be happy for.
But do they ever think about me?
Oh, precious Rica.
What's she done besides getting herself knocked up?
I had two worthless brats and no one ever gave me the time of day for it.
I deserve what she got!
And more!
And don't you tell me any different!
You think I don't got the right to be happy?
You think I don't deserve what everyone else has?
You think you deserve them fancy clothes?
You're never gonna be nothing but Dust Town.
Just like me.
You find some princeling to give you pretty clothes while he sticks it to you, like your sister?
Both of you.
Putting on airs.
Too good to spend any time with your own mam.
Now I remember why I left.
I've missed you, too.
I'm a Grey Warden now, Mother.
I don't need to take this.
I'm leaving.
You're drinking again, aren't you?
Doesn't Rica take care of you?
You're living in a palace!
That "brat" is the crown prince, thanks to me.
Obviously, that's where you belong!
Rica's happy.
Don't you <emp>dare</emp> ruin that.
Nothing will ever satisfy you, will it?
Atrast vala, stranger.
You must be the Grey Warden we heard about.
Welcome to Tapsters.
I'm Corra, your hostess.
How may I serve you?
Certainly, Warden.
So you come to Tapsters?
I guess you're not asking for anything official, or you'd be at the Shaperate, but I can certainly give you a mole's-eye view.
I'm sure you've heard of Prince Bhelen and Lord Harrowmont.
If you want to reach the prince, talk to Vartag Gavorn: he's Bhelen's second.
Dulin Forender does the same for Lord Harrowmont.
Nice man, comes here a lot.
If it's the Assembly you want, Steward Bandelor is the only one authorized to take outsiders' requests.
If you're looking for lectures, try the Shaperate.
If you want to meet our great fighters, go to the Provings.
Outside the Assembly.
Up the stairs, through the Noble Commons, just off the throne room.
Wait long enough and he's likely to turn up here.
But if you're in a hurry, try Lord Harrowmont's estate in the Diamond Quarter.
Well, I certainly don't keep tabs on the prince's men, but he spends a lot of time at the Assembly.
Well, you're in the Commons now--where most of us working folk ply our trades.
The nobles stay upstairs except when they're slumming.
You'll find the Assembly there, the palace, the Shaperate, and plenty of estates.
Down from here is just Dust Town or the mines, so my recommendation is "avoid."
But if you want fun, your best bet is the Proving.
Rules Orzammar, basically.
The king, when we have one, makes day-to-day judgments.
But on big things, the Assembly's got final say.
It's made up of deshyrs--representatives from every noble family with a king, general, or Paragon in its ancestry.
If you want to know more, Steward Bandelor's the man to see.
He handles all outside requests for the Assembly.
You surfacers!
Did you notice the big statues on your way in?
Those are Paragons: the most important people who ever lived in Orzammar.
They represent everything a dwarf can achieve in life.
When they win a great battle or invent something ground-shaking, the Assembly raises them.
Whatever caste they started as, they become nobles and found their own houses.
It's a chance for all the best fighters in Orzammar to test their skills.
There's a tournament today--arena's between here and the Diamond Quarter.
It's not part of the city, just some old tunnels where the casteless build their nests.
No one goes there if they can help it.
It's the bureau of all the shapers in Orzammar, led by the shaper of memories.
If you're from the surface, I guess you'd call them scholars.
They keep all of our records, laws, genealogies...
You got questions about Orzammar's history and don't mind answers in words as long as your leg, that's the place to go.
He'd be in the Diamond Quarter... pardon, the nobles' district.
Upstairs from here, however you call it.
Maybe no one cares in Dust Town, but the shapers keep all of Orzammar's records, laws, genealogies...
Never met her.
She wasn't much for the carousing, if you know what I mean.
If you want an official history, I'd talk to the shaper of memories.
He's got records on whatever you need to know.
A Grey Warden is always welcome in Tapsters.
Or you could always bug Oghren.
He's by the trash barrel, there.
Usually, he can't get anyone to listen to him go on about Branka.
With fifty-two types of ale, seventeen types of mead, and a dozen imported wines, we should be able to serve your needs.
What'll you have?
I have an award-winning honey mead.
Surface family ships it down here every month.
Only one and a half silvers a mug.
I recommend a Brakien Brew.
She has a heavy head and a deep, rich taste.
Three silvers gives you a pint.
One of the Legionnaires claimed he saw a ragged-looking dwarf heading west while he was patrolling the Deep Roads.
When he tried hailing the dwarf, the fellow ran off, screaming.
Well, I have other customers to see to.
If you need anything else, just call me over.
Vartag Gavorn certainly owes Prince Bhelen.
From a minor House to a prince's right-hand man--he'd do anything Bhelen asked him.
A few months ago, you might have seen the prince here, but now he never leaves his estate.
I hear you spoke to Lord Harrowmont.
He's a good man, puts Orzammar's needs above his own.
So what'll it be, then?
If you want to drink in here, brand, you'd better have the coin.
I'll know if it was stolen.
Ach, so that explains the steel you're wearing; I was about to call a guard.
I suppose you're the one from the Proving.
Well, welcome to Tapsters, and hope we can serve you.
You're not welcome here, exile!
I don't care if you're a Grey Warden.
I <emp>liked</emp> your brother.
If you need to speak to one of my patrons, do it quickly.
But don't expect me to serve you.
He's the one in the corner, still dusty from the mines.
Don't expect him to be chatty.
He should be by the trash barrel.
Easy to spot; everyone gives him a wide berth.
Aye.
Spends a lot of time here.
Says he likes to see the "real" Orzammar.
He's the one raising rabble to the right.
You must be the one he's waiting for.
Table at the back.
You have some nerve.
I never thought you could kill your own brother.
Yes, and he disgusts me as much as ever.
But with him, you know what you're getting.
I expected more from you.
That I could believe, but don't think I'll take your word on it.
Now what do you want here?
Good.
Now stop cluttering up my bar.
Not much of a trick.
Did you need something else, Warden?
Leave me be, kinslayer!
Orzammar may have a new king, but that don't keep the drunks from their ale.
How can I help you?
Stone bless and all that.
Well, grab any of my maids if you want a drink.
I hear you put your brother on the throne.
Congratulations.
It's a proud day for House Aeducan... if your father and Trian aren't turning in their graves.
I hear you helped Lord Harrowmont take the throne.
Perhaps you're more honorable than Bhelen after all.
I'd like to hear a bit about the city.
Who are some important people around here?
Where can I find Steward Bandelor?
Where can I find Dulin Forender?
Where can I find Vartag Gavorn?
Is there any place I should see while I'm here?
What does the Assembly do?
What's a Paragon?
What's the Proving?
What's Dust Town?
What's a Shaperate?
Where can I find the shaper of memories?
Would you know anything about Paragon Branka?
That's all, thanks.
I'd like some mead.
Sold!
I'll have some ale.
Maybe I'll have something else.
Sold.
Never mind the drink.
Is that how you treat a Grey Warden?
I'm looking for a man named Ordel.
I thought Oghren might be here.
I heard Lord Helmi was here.
I'm looking for Dulin.
Very well.
I don't need your attitude.
I hoped you knew me better than that.
Do you serve Bhelen?
Bhelen killed Trian.
I was framed!
Bhelen tricked me.
He told me Trian was plotting against me.
Just here to relax after a hard day.
Ooohh, I've heard of dwarves who get in fights, 'bout every time they drink,
And those who need to have a woman just to help them think,
And if you want to see a dwarf whine and beg and plead,
Just pour out all his ale and take away his mead!
There's never been a Paragon of Wisdom or of Thinking,
And though I tried a time or two, I ne'r got raised for stinking,
But hang around here long enough and don't you go a blinking,
'Cuz someday I am gonna be the Paragon of Drinking!
You understand what I'm saying, right?
On the surface, there are no castes and it works fine.
Am I right, Warden?
Orzammar is so mired in tradition no one bothers asking if the castes are even necessary.
Badly.
Oh, you're serious.
Well, it's simple, I guess.
The king and elected deshyrs of the Assembly are at the top, then it's the nobles...
Then the warriors and all the craftsmen.
At the bottom are servants; the casteless and criminals are below even that.
Your caste is determined by that of your same-sex parent and that's where you stay your whole life, whatever your skill.
Pfft.
Oh.
Well, I'd ask for proof, or why you care, but frankly, I'm so tired of it I'm not even surprised anymore.
I don't even want the land, but my house would kill me if I turned it down.
Responsibilities, you know.
Now I'll have to go through the whole process of rejecting the deal, and they'll both have to try something else.
And I thought it was going to be a nice day.
You're just doing what you think is right.
I'll have to inform Mother that Lord Harrowmont hasn't bought our vote after all.
I actually thought he was the better candidate.
You must think I'm pretty sodding naive, huh?
They're all the same: well-dressed, blood-sucking cave ticks.
True.
I <emp>have</emp> seen them together and he <emp>does</emp> care for her.
Perhaps he's more open-minded than I thought.
I don't know; I hear he killed his own brother.
That's worse than crooked land deals.
But the rest of my house may not agree.
Should I?
Didn't he accuse you of murdering your own brother?
Why would you work for him now?
You don't have to.
It's house loyalty.
It always comes down to that.
Does it?
I sometimes wonder if it wouldn't do better with a fair and intelligent leader... but I guess that's harder to find.
If you can forgive him that, perhaps I should give him a second look.
A king needs loyalty, and evidently, he has yours.
Otherwise, my whole house will be humiliated.
Doesn't make a difference anyway.
One's as bad as the next.
Well, I've taken the time to actually <emp>talk</emp> to the other castes.
You know, most smiths and tavern-keeps would make decent deshyrs if we gave them a chance and a seat in the Assembly.
Very good.
I guess someone already told you I was good-for-nothing, drinking my life away at Tapsters.
Or did they leave off at "greatest shame to ever fall upon the Assembly?" I've always liked that one.
They're not fond of my views on equality.
You don't get far as the youngest and most out-spoken member of the Assembly without keeping an ear to the Stone.
I heard there was a Grey Warden in town.
No offense, but you kind of stand out.
Lord Denek Helmi, honored deshyr of the Orzammar Assembly and terrible disappointment to my esteemed mother, who doesn't like me spending time in taverns.
The Assembly passed laws prohibiting the casteless from holding any job a legitimate citizen can do.
Of course they turn to crime!
What else can they do?
Me and seventy-nine other fine, upstanding examples of how someone who's born into every privilege inevitably wants more.
I doubt either candidate has been outside the Diamond Quarter in his life, but Lord Harrowmont seems a bit more... forgiving.
Prince Bhelen's brilliant, I'll give him that, and subtle as sin.
But I don't think anything in Orzammar matters more to him than winning.
I heard there was a Grey Warden in town, and the only dwarf to join in years was the casteless who won the Proving.
I heard the prince was back, and had become a Grey Warden.
It wasn't hard to pick you out.
I heard the princess was back and had become a Grey Warden.
With the company you keep, it wasn't hard to guess.
So, I'm curious.
You've been living on the surface, right?
Does it function any worse than Orzammar for having abolished caste?
I wasn't expecting you back.
I guess you realized this is about the only fun in Orzammar?
Mother was furious with Lord Harrowmont.
She withdrew all Helmi family support.
I guess your plan to elect Bhelen succeeded. 'Course you're not the one who has to live with the success.
Long live King Harrowmont.
Here's to another thirty years of nothing changing!
Had a change of heart, did you?
Well, it wasn't your family he was cheating.
I'm not looking for introductions or a debate.
Goodbye.
How does the caste system work, anyway?
I have news.
Harrowmont is double-dealing you and Lady Dace.
Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
Why vote for Harrowmont, if you didn't want the land?
My sister is casteless and Bhelen raised her to his house.
So you'll switch your vote to Bhelen?
I'd rather not answer that.
The throne should stay in House Aeducan.
Orzammar needs a strong and ruthless leader.
You know me?
Word travels fast.
So you get to vote on the next king?
Who are you voting for?
What do you think of the candidates for king?
Don't bust a gut or anything.
I was just being friendly.
Your loss.
I recommend the lichen-ale.
They brew it downstairs.
Name's Nevin.
I fight with Prince Bhelen's expeditionary field unit.
Yourself?
Darkspawn.
Not much use in turning our weapons elsewhere while those vermin still live.
I go where I'm sent, fight when I'm there, and leave politics where it belongs.
Aye, I heard the Grey Wardens picked you out of the Deep.
Figured as much.
Good folks, Wardens.
I was in the Deep Roads when that one came by.
What was his name?
Doocan, Dunca...?
Something like that.
Watch yourself.
Orzammar politics are getting near as dangerous as battle.
Guess that's why they picked you, then.
Every Grey Warden ends up there.
That's where they send you when you're ready to leave this world.
Go die in the dark, putting away as many vermin as you can.
Getting more crowded these days, though.
Lots of people interested all of a sudden.
We go back tomorrow and we're not the only ones.
Lord Harrowmont's got his own men there.
All looking for signs of Branka.
Guess the city's getting to miss having a Paragon.
Everyone wants someone to put in charge.
Branka was a Paragon, some kind of great smith or whatnot.
But she went batty and led her whole house into the Deep Roads more than two years ago.
There's no chance she could've survived.
And a lot of good men are going to die looking for her corpse.
Excuse me, this brew is starting to taste awful bitter.
Bhelen ordered us in at first bell.
He's splitting us into four teams, to search some of the lost thaigs.
Looking for signs of Branka, I guess.
Seems to be who everyone's after.
I met him, sure.
Good man.
Solid.
He knows what we go through in the Deep Roads.
Not many do.
Not even the ones who live this close.
You have to be on the front lines.
The Deep Roads aren't for the faint of heart.
You looking for a fist to share your face?
Don't mind if I do.
Who's your unit fighting?
You work for Bhelen?
I'm Lord <FirstName/> Aeducan.
I'm Lady <FirstName/> Aeducan.
I'm <FirstName/>, a Grey Warden.
Thanks for the drink, but I should go.
I was also there.
I've never been in the Deep Roads.
Who else is in the Deep Roads?
What are you looking for?
Who's sending you out?
You knew Duncan?
What are you looking at, stranger?
Then don't go staring at folks who're trying to relax.
Oh, I'm the monster?
Not the casteless wretch that filled my daughter with his brat?
I've got a family and reputation to protect.
I'm not letting one stupid girl drag us all down.
Murder?
You think she'd die just to keep that... thing?
She knows what she has to do to come home.
I have no daughter.
Could be you met a casteless whore claiming she was once mine.
I could be.
What business is it of yours?
Good.
Smart folks don't stick their noses in other people's business.
She knows what she has to do to come home.
She's always been welcome, just not the brat.
So tell her that... and don't ever tell me what to do with my family.
What?
You think she'd die just to keep that thing?
She knows what she has to do to come home.
I never wanted <emp>her</emp> gone, just the little cur.
Can't she see she'd have a better life if she got rid of it?
Look, just tell her... we never meant to hurt her.
It just seemed best that...
Oh, just tell her to come home.
Her mother and I are waiting for her.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I guess I should put this right.
I've been trying.
It's not as easy as I thought.
I don't share drinks with casteless.
Don't start something you can't finish, brand.
I'm not talking about my private business with the likes of you.
Nothing.
Just here for a drink.
What kind of monster throws his child out on the street!
If you don't take them back, that's murder.
I met your daughter.
Are you Ordel?
Never mind.
I'm leaving.
If you don't take Zerlinda back, she'll die.
You have to take them both.
Women are crazy like that.
But what can you do?
Could you pretend <emp>your</emp> child never existed?
He's a baby, not a cur.
And she loves him.
And I don't share them with boors.
A plate of your best soup, and bring it while it's hot.
Lichen-ale, straight-up!
Fabulous last fight.
I've never seen anyone hand it to Piotin Aeducan like that.
Bhelen is the rightful king!
Oh, Stone.
This means Bhelen's never going to pay my father's commission.
A round for everyone.
In memory of Lord Harrowmont.
To <desc>hic</desc> Bhelen!
Bottles all around?
Just take a table.
I'll be right with you.
No singing until the dinner hour.
What're you looking for?
We got nothing to buy for the likes of you.
Or maybe you wanted to sell?
That's what I thought.
Best way to find it is stand on any street corner in Orzammar and insult Jarvia's mother.
You'll wind up there quick enough.
And have a real long time to get to know the place.
Her base goes everywhere in Orzammar.
You cross her or even talk bad, your bones end up in the lava.
Could be if thirty silver came my way I might know a bit.
Only Jarvia's men know all the entrances to her base.
But I tell you, I've watched them, they go up to what look like bare walls and poof!
Gone.
Like there's a secret door.
There's one just across the way.
Watch long enough and you'll see.
Now you want to buy something, or are we done?
Now, you owe me thirty silver.
Mother of dust!
You sodding liar!
Get out!
I hope Jarvia guts you!
Pleasure doing business.
Enough to know she don't fancy strangers asking questions.
Why don't you take a look?
Well, our business is kinda covert, if you know what I mean.
It's illegal in Orzammar for me to "engage in protected trade," but they look the other way if I share things with my friends.
For money.
You're back.
You got more business for me?
Couldn't tell you.
But I've seen Jarvia's men carrying them.
Seems like some kind of token.
Never mind.
I was just leaving.
I'm looking for the carta's base.
Why's everyone so scared of Jarvia?
Would you know more if the question came with silver?
Here's twenty.
If I like your information, you may get more.
Here's the money.
Now talk.
Actually, now's when I kill you so you don't tell anyone.
That wasn't worth more than ten.
Right.
Here you are.
What do you know about Jarvia?
Is this some kind of store?
I have some spare equipment.
What'll you give me?
This doesn't look like a store.
Any idea what this is? <act>Show fingerbone token.</act>
<desc>This door appears to be made of solid stone.
There are no visible means of opening it.</desc>
<desc>On closer inspection, there is a small slot concealed in a fold of the stone, just big enough for a finger.</desc>
<desc>You see nothing but blackness.</desc>
<act>Put finger bone token in the slot.</act>
<act>Look through the slot.</act>
Well, chew me up and swallow me whole!
I never thought I'd see you back here.
What happened, duster?
You miss getting spit on?
So I heard.
Mighty Warden, down from the surface, talking to the Assembly...
Going in and out of Bhelen's palace like you belong there.
You're playing some pretty high-stakes games.
So why would you come back to Dust Town?
Well, I'm glad I caught you first, duster, because I've been keeping out of sight since you took off.
A king is a king is a king.
None of them will give two lumps of coal for what happens here, right?
Jarvia didn't waste a day.
Apparently, killing all possible competitors was her way of mourning.
She made some kind of deal with Beraht's family topside, claimed to be his wife, and kept the whole lyrium trade flowing.
But Endrin's death really opened new ground.
All of a sudden, guardsmen were all busy in the Diamond Quarter.
Jarvia moved right in.
Bad idea, my friend.
You know she and Beraht were lovers--she still blames us for his death.
I've been staying out of sight since you left, but I'm sure she's heard you're back in town.
What do you want her for?
Stone, no!
You think Jarvia'd give me a hug and kiss for taking down her lover?
We even talked about taking over when he was gone; you think she can't smell that?
So seriously, duster, why are you here?
Look, she'd kill me if she knew I know this, but after Bhelen took Rica up-city, the carta laid claim to your old home.
They put a back entrance in.
It just goes to some storage tunnels, but there's probably a way into Beraht's old estate from there.
Now I'd better get out of here before anyone sees us together.
But, uh, tell me how it turns out.
So now you're doing Harrowmont's dirty work?
Is that part of your duties as a Warden?
Yeah, he's everybody's favorite.
Beloved of the ancestors, upholder of Orzammar's traditions, blah, blah, blah.
So now you're doing Bhelen's dirty work?
Is that proper for a Warden?
I hear you, salroka.
Well, nice for her.
She got what she wanted and didn't even have to pay Beraht his cut.
She's a lucky girl.
Still doesn't exactly make him the champion of Dust Town, you know.
Showing your stride in <emp>another</emp> Proving, this time in Lord Harrowmont's name.
Where else would I go?
Just because you and Rica managed to find a vein doesn't make anything different for the rest of us.
You're a Warden, but I'm still a brand, and Dust Town's my home.
So, what are you doing here?
Not crawling back to die in the Deep Roads yet, right?
I know.
I've had to get all my trouble myself since you left.
But you know, I got really good at it.
And don't you sound all proper and fancy-like.
Is that to match the new steel?
Please... stranger... let me out.
I see you bear no love for Jarvia.
Please, help me.
Th-thank you.
We've been down here...
It's been so long.
M-my friend didn't make it.
Just stopped eating one day and...
All for a stupid bet!
I'm on important business.
I don't have time for reunions.
Just hoping to catch up with you.
I wanted to see what my people think of this king situation.
Do you know what happened to the carta after I left?
Where could I find her?
I'm looking for Jarvia.
So you're not in the carta anymore?
Can you just tell me where Jarvia is?
Can you just tell me where she is?
Lord Harrowmont wants me to clean up a little.
Harrowmont's a fair man.
He'll be a good king.
Prince Bhelen wants me to clean up a little.
If I get to kill Jarvia, I don't care who asked it.
Bhelen's a good man and Rica loves him. 
What are you still doing here?
Miss getting you in trouble, duster!
Leske!
It's great to see you.
Well, look at that.
It's not often ol' Nadezda sees a fine-dressed stranger here in Dust Town.
Help a poor cripple?
Calm down there, killer.
No need to get testy.
I'll just stay out of your way, then.
You really want to take that attitude?
I hear you've been looking for someone and I might know where she is.
It's a lot less use to me than coin, no?
So, you want to know about Jarvia or not?
Won't be easy to find one like me: used to be in the carta, but can't run with them anymore.
Most of those who'd talk don't know anything, and those who know don't talk.
You'll be back.
Don't start chewing the floor.
I know you're looking for Jarvia.
I used to run for her, back in the day.
You got some silver?
Well, thank you truly, my lord.
That's right good of you.
It takes a stranger to notice how bad things are, huh?
No dwarf would lift a sodding finger.
Excuse my language.
What takes you out of the Diamond Quarter, stranger?
You got a vice you're looking for old Nadezda to fill?
Then I thank you.
If you ever need an ear on the ground in Dust Town, don't forget old Nadezda.
If you have that kind of coin, salroka, you don't want to drink what they've got here.
Take yourself up to Tapsters.
Long as your face isn't branded, they've got anything you want.
Means you don't exist.
It tells everyone who sees you not to work with you, not to serve you, and not to care if you're hurt.
The deep lords burn it into us the day we're born, so no one accidentally oversteps her place.
It's pretty much as you see it--the raw stone where the casteless live because we're not welcome elsewhere.
You're born to wear a branded face in Orzammar and you'll live your life in Dust Town.
Wait.
I heard some silk-and-steel duster was looking for a certain someone all over Dust Town.
I'm guessing that's you.
You want the carta, right?
Well, you been generous, so I'll tell you what I can.
I'd say it was an accident, try to get some sympathy coin, but you look like you'd rather hear the truth.
I was running protection for the carta when some guardsmen caught me.
Duster I was with had coin for a bribe, but I took a stand.
Guardsman broke my sodding kneecaps and had me kneel in dung until the infection set in.
Never healed proper.
Aye.
I know his rights well.
Aye.
But if there were one job I could take other than selling myself to the carta, I'd have been there.
But that's against the law.
It would've been a harsher punishment for that guard to hire me to paint his chambers than for him to kill me in the street.
I don't know where you're from, but in Orzammar, casteless have no lineage, so it's no crime to hurt you.
You think they shouldn't, you take them fancy clothes and tell the Assembly attacking a casteless should be a crime.
Aye.
And let me tell you, it's worse now than in my day.
Well, now I know you're not from here.
The carta's who runs Dust Town.
Jarvia's got her boys everywhere.
They tell you and you jump, 'cause they're the only ones with the coin and the steel to get whatever they want.
Know her?
I used to run with her.
Know it?
I lived it, my friend, and let me tell you, it's worse now than in my day.
Jarvia took over the carta not more than a year ago, and already she's got every duster with both legs bearing swords for her.
I'm not in the good anymore, and Jarvia's gotten real careful lately.
Real paranoid.
They do, but it's not easy to find.
Jarvia's got real paranoid.
Not many from your parts even bring coin down here, much less share it.
You got a vice to fill?
Old Nadezda can set you right up...
Well, I'll be a drunken nug.
You're Rica's little brother.
You used to work for Beraht before you jaunted off to be a Grey Warden.
What in the dust are you doing here?
Well, here it is.
Hasn't changed a bit.
That's about the worst lie I ever heard.
No one who gets out of this place wants back.
Why are you really here?
Aye, I did some soldiering for Beraht.
Until some new-commissioned guardsmen decided to teach some brands a lesson.
Broke both my knees, then made me kneel in dung for an hour until I passed out from the pain.
Never mended right.
Beraht tossed me on the street since I had no more use.
Pretty much how my mam told me I'd end up.
And look what happened to you!
Shows what mothers know.
Oh, sure.
You'll see him around.
Not like when you two were cracking skulls together, though.
You had the whole neighborhood terrified.
You, uh, look like you've done well.
You sure you can't spare a little more?
There but for the grace of the ancestors, you know...
B-but, you promised!
I got nothing more to give!
Where are you going...?
Well, it was worth a try.
That's what I thought, then, too.
I'll think of you when I go to bed with a full stomach.
Won't be easy.
She's gotten real careful since Beraht died, real paranoid.
She's got carta members all carrying these finger-bone tokens.
She scratches some mark into them, so she'll know they came from her.
There's doors to her base all over the city, but only one is ever open at a time, and if you show up without a token, you'd never know it was there.
Can't help you there, salroka.
The carta members keep them real tight.
But... that's worth something, right?
Maybe just a little...
Now how about that coin you promised?
Jarvia's been real shrewd.
Some of the men thought Beraht made a bad choice in her, but they're all feeding the lava.
She killed a few of Beraht's relatives topside, got them in line, and the goods've been fast and steady since.
Well, I'll be a drunken nug.
You're Rica's little sister, aren't you?
You're as kind as you are beautiful.
I owe you when I get back on my feet.
If my feet still worked.
I'm surprised to see you back.
I thought the Diamond Quarter was more to your liking.
You in a more generous mood now?
You still feeling generous?
Didn't get enough of the architectural beauty of Dust Town?
You need ol' Nadezda to play tour guide?
Just can't get enough, huh?
You got a free ride out of here, duster!
Why do you keep coming back?
Well, look who comes crawling back.
You feeling more generous?
Get your miserly tail out of my sight!
Well, I'll stop praying for your death. 'Course with my track record, you're probably safer if I keep on.
Well, if it isn't my favorite overly tall but generous visitor...
How can I be of assistance?
Go ahead, then.
Don't mind me.
All alone here, not two bits to my name...
You can't.
Not unless you find one of those fingerbone tokens her boys carry.
Her base has entrances all over the lower city, but they only keep one open at a time.
If you want in, you need the token.
Whoa, duster!
It wasn't me!
Jarvia's got the scent now.
She knows you're looking, and she's put word out to everyone in Dust Town that you're marked.
What?
No!
Y-you shouldn't say that so loudly.
Uh, if anyone's spying on us, I've got hard evidence he's completely insane.
Never said a truth in his life.
Um, I gotta go.
Uh, if anyone's listening, she's completely insane.
Soft upstairs, flies in the attic.
I swear by the ancestors!
I don't talk to her unless it means my life.
Well, if it isn't my favorite fancy-shirt noble come slumming...
Well, if it isn't my favorite duster-turned-Grey-Warden...
Just stay clear, duster.
I don't know you.
I don't know him!
I don't know her!
Holy sodding Stone!
Was that you?
Word's out Jarvia's whole crew was slaughtered in their beds.
I-I shouldn't be seen talking to you.
Well, now that they've got a new king, everyone's forgotten about us.
Again.
What about a generous kick in the face if you ask again?
Tell me about the carta and maybe you can keep that tongue.
Forget it.
I'll ask someone else.
I'm not taking your word for it.
Goodbye.
Forty silvers if you tell me exactly where to find Jarvia.
I'll give you twenty silvers to tell me about the carta.
You know something about the carta?
Nadezda?
Is that you?
And what'll you give me in exchange?
I might have money if you have information.
Here's five silvers.
Buy yourself some food.
Actually, I was just leaving.
Where's a body go to get drunk around here?
What do you mean by "brand?"
Tell me about Dust Town.
I should get going now.
Here's five silvers.
Take care of yourself.
How did you get crippled?
That's his right, brand.
Sounds like you deserved it.
Can they just get away with that?
You worked for the carta?
What's a carta?
Sorry to hear that, but I should go.
Do you know a woman named Jarvia?
Know anything about the carta?
Can you take me to her?
Does the carta have a base anywhere?
I'm not from the Diamond Quarter.
I grew up right here.
Just wanted to check out the old neighborhood.
Actually, I was hoping Leske still lived here.
I wanted to hear what the carta's been doing since I left.
Didn't you used to run for Beraht, too?
Mine, too.
Is Leske still living here?
Thanks for the help.
If you can't get me Jarvia, you don't deserve my coin!
Sorry.
I've nothing more to spare.
I would never have ended up like you.
I'll give you ten silver.
Take care of yourself.
Sure.
Here's five for the road.
Do you know where I can find Jarvia?
Where do I find one of these tokens?
I heard the carta's expanded since I left.
Twenty silvers, maybe more if you'll tell me about Jarvia.
Here's five silvers as an apology.
Where can I find Jarvia again?
Did you rat me out to Jarvia?
You told Jarvia I was looking for her.
She tried to kill me!
You're lying.
You'll die for betraying me!
Then you'd better stay clear while I hunt her to the ground.
So you didn't tell her?
Quit following me.
Who're you?
You don't look like any guardsman I ever saw, and that's not much of a uniform.
Good idea.
I know a bit.
Enough to know the coin'd have to be real good to risk turning her against me.
Well, you're halfway there if you want Jarvia.
That's one of the tokens her men use.
You want more'n that, we need to talk business.
I'll tell you what I know about Jarvia and you help me out with... my little problem.
Sounds like a deal.
What I need's pretty simple, especially if you spend any time on the surface.
Only way to get in is to use one of the tokens Jarvia's men carry.
They switch them out once a week to keep them safe.
Then, if you look careful, especially around here, you might find some walls set up with slots for the tokens.
Find the right wall and the right trinket and you just might get inside.
Hey, it's your bones that'll turn up in the lava.
My hide's worth more than that.
But I can tell you one thing for free.
For that, all I can say is she's got a secret base that runs through half the city and only her men get in and out.
If you're looking to make trouble, I suggest you find a safer line of work.
Not without knowing you won't bring the guardsmen running.
You look like someone who might do business on the surface... and maybe aren't so picky about who you do it with.
To tell the truth, I was supposed to meet someone.
A traveler, like you.
But it doesn't look like he's made it through the gate.
Any chance you're looking to make a little coin?
Then shouldn't you be off killing genlocks?
Or at least sweeping through the Diamond Quarter to carry off someone's firstborn?
And bring the guardsmen running?
Thanks, but I was just leaving.
Oh?
You looking for a chance to bring in some coin?
Could be I have that opportunity.
Especially for someone with a few connections above-ground.
Long as you keep your eyes down and your mouth shut, we've got no further business.
Oh nothing big, just a little help with a delivery.
Human kings, you know, they make these ridiculous laws.
Like about who gets to buy and sell lyrium, the sacred gift the Stone provides us to show her love.
No law should regulate that.
I don't think so.
Boys!
The laws are meant to keep mages away from the stuff, so there's always buyers in the Circle Tower.
I've got one man, name's Godwin, he's expecting a delivery of a stone's weight.
And, uh, if you bring back his return order, I could pay you... say twenty sovereigns as a finder's fee?
What?
I heard something about templars being called out against the Tower...
B-but-but they said no one knows what happened who wasn't there.
And templars don't talk except to their own.
Which means...
Get out of here!
I'm not handing one thing over to your kind!
No, no... well, a little.
Most dwarves born down here have a natural immunity.
Other races, there are problems if they spend too long with the ore.
Here's the lyrium, then.
You, ah, probably don't want to take it out of the box.
I'll be waiting for the next order somewhere out of sight.
Say... just around the corner?
More so for someone like you, I guess.
And if you bring me back his next order, I can give you twenty as a "finder's fee." After you've dealt with Jarvia, of course.
The real issue is that lyrium's <emp>valuable</emp>.
It's only found down here and human mages can't work without it.
Ah, no offense, but your kings have some laws that don't make sense in a practical kind of world.
Well, now that turns my whole day around.
You again?
You gonna say what you want or you just gonna keep lurking?
What did I tell you about poking around here and looking suspicious?
Boys!
We got company.
Pleasure working with you.
Mage named Godwin.
He's one of the lesser enchanters, runs some kind of experiments in the lower Tower levels.
But if you're dumb enough to buy yourself a box of lyrium and forget to sell it, no dust off my back.
Well, if it isn't my new best friend.
You make it to the Tower yet?
What did I tell you about double-crossing me?
Excellent.
I must say, I wasn't sure I'd see you back here.
Now, that was ten sovereigns we agreed to, right?
That seems pretty steep.
I can't believe I'd offer that much.
But I do appreciate what you did.
I'm gonna give you twenty-five, and let's call it even.
I don't cheat, so don't go making accusations.
You must be mistaken.
That's much more than I would ever offer.
Now are you going to take the ten, or do my boys have to get involved?
You can try.
Uh, right.
Just testing.
If you weren't paying attention, I'd know you didn't need the coin, right?
I really, really enjoyed doing business with you, friend.
Come back any time.
The... whole Circle?
Gone?
But... that's who buys lyrium.
The Circle can't be gone.
This is... some ridiculous lie.
You made your own deal with Godwin.
You're trying to undercut me!
Boys!
I'm holding off on any new shipments until this surface war is done.
I'm looking for Jarvia.
You got information to sell?
Any idea what this piece of bone might mean?
Maybe I can trade, a favor for a favor?
Fifteen sovereigns for how to get into her base, then.
You have any other business we could do together?
Thanks for the tip.
I'll give you five silvers to tell me what you know.
Did you have something in mind?
That sounds like a man with something to hide.
If you tell me what you're doing, maybe I can help...
Sounds like I wouldn't approve your kind of opportunity.
I'd have to hear what you're asking.
Smuggling is illegal.
I'm turning you in.
It must be dangerous if you're paying so much.
You have a deal.
I'll do it.
Now tell me what you know.
Know anything about Jarvia?
Never mind.
Who am I delivering this lyrium to again?
Smuggling's illegal.
I told the templars about you.
Are you kidding?
You know it was thirty.
Don't you try to cheat me!
No.
It was twenty.
I'm taking my twenty out of your hide!
Whatever.
I just want this done.
Package delivered, as promised.
Relax.
Delivery was made beforehand.
The Circle is gone.
Godwin is dead.
You got a crust of bread to spare?
Spare a coin?
Two bits for the needy?
S-stay away from me!
I'm not in the carta, I swear!
Please don't kill me.
I heard there was a new king and lyrium shines out his ass! <desc>Laughs maniacally</desc>
Do you know where I can find Jarvia's base?
Can I ask you some questions about the carta?
Jarvia said you were looking for trouble.
Congratulations, you found it.
D-don't kill me!
Sodding ancestors, what do they teach you on the surface?
You fight like a bleedin' archdemon!
Sweet bloody Stone, look at them all!
No.
Jarvia will kill me if I tell you!
I might as well die fighting!
I can't.
You have to understand.
Jarvia knows where I live.
I-I got a little girl there.
I tell you anything, she's the one who'll suffer.
R-really?
Oh, thank you.
You're a... a good person.
How do they say it?
The ancestors have shown their favor.
Bless you!
The base is below the city.
Y-you can get to it through the wall of the third house on this row.
Put this token through the slot and it'll open.
Will... will you let me go now?
J-Jarvia said you've been asking about...
Oh, don't look at me like that!
I got a kid.
I got no other way to bring in coin.
I was just doing what Leske asked!
Said Jarvia gave the word to make sure you never left.
He told us he'd get you here.
All we had to do was take you out.
You don't disobey Leske, you know?
He's Jarvia's top man!
A-at the base, I guess.
With Jarvia.
That's where he usually is.
Tell me how to find Jarvia, or you join them!
Tell me where your base is.
Then leave.
And stay away from Jarvia if you want to live.
Not as much as you'll suffer if you don't talk!
No.
Now you die like all of Jarvia's lackeys!
Yes.
And you won't want to be at Jarvia's when I get there.
Why did you attack me?!
Tell me how to find Jarvia, or you join your friends!
That traitor!
Tell me where he is or you die too!
Leske's working for Jarvia?
Leske sent you?
I can't believe it.
Where is he now?
How do I get there?
H-have you a coin to spare, m'lord?
It's for my son.
He's sick.
He hasn't any clean clothes to wear, or anything to eat today.
N-neither have I.
I am nothing!
My family has disowned me.
I am no longer welcome in any Mining Caste hall.
Unless...
But no!
I can't bear to even think of it!
Of course not!
Why should you care?
You look at me and see the same shame everyone else does.
Of course not.
You've already been so kind.
I wish there were.
My name is Zerlinda.
I wasn't always like this.
I was born to a Mining Caste family.
We weren't wealthy, but...
I never went hungry before.
Now it's all gone.
And it's my own fault, ancestors curse me, but there's nothing I can do to set it right!
I fell in love.
He seemed so exotic, you know, tough and smart and never had to bow his head to anyone.
He was casteless, and I think... no, I know he was just trying to father a higher-caste child, so he could petition for status.
But our child... was a son, casteless like his father.
My parents disowned me and stripped my caste from me.
Unless I agree to abandon the child in the Deep Roads and pretend I never bore him.
How can you say that?!
Yes.
I can become casteless with him, which is what I've done.
Others have raised children like this, right?
Begging for change, sleeping in doorways...
In Orzammar, lineage is traced through the child's same-sex parent.
Had my baby been a girl, she would've been a miner, like me.
But as a boy, my son is considered tainted forever by his father's seed.
I cannot abandon my baby.
The shapers teach that only children of true lineage exist, not those born casteless.
But they never carried a child.
He cries like any other infant and smiles when he's warm and full.
I can't kill him because of an accident of birth.
An accident <emp>I</emp> forced on him!
No!
He's my son.
I will not abandon him!
Now excuse me.
I need to find some place for us to sleep.
Now, thank you for the coins.
I'll make sure that at least today, my son will be warm, safe, and glad to be alive.
Maybe it would be better to spare him that, let him join the ancestors.
I could go home...
I-I have to be alone now.
Excuse me.
I... heard as much.
There was a man speaking on the street, talking about the human religion.
He called himself a cleric, said he could help me.
Do you... perhaps you could talk to him?
I-I wouldn't know what to say.
I know nothing of this "Chantry."
Of course.
I'm sorry.
If he can help... my gratitude would be unending.
I-I thought about that.
They say there's no caste up there, that humans don't care about lineage.
I've never met a surfacer, though.
I-I thought it might not be safe.
H-how rude!
But... true.
What do I risk on the surface that's worse than starving here?
Thank you, stranger, for opening my eyes.
Perhaps I'll see you next in the light of the sun.
Strange that you would encourage me with one breath and be so bitter with the next.
However you complain, you look well-fed and well-clothed.
And that is more than I can give my son here.
I'm not afraid of hard work, only of being somewhere with no chance to do it.
If it gives my son a chance to live, I will go.
And you've been kinder than any of my countrymen.
Perhaps it's a sign.
Y-you would do that?
But why?
Then I cannot offer enough gratitude.
But I warn you, my father is a stiff-necked man.
His name is Ordel and he's usually at Tapsters in the evening.
I do not think he will listen to you.
But I will wait anxiously to see if you can do what you promise.
If you would do this for gain and not compassion, then there is no hope for my son.
We have nothing to offer but gratitude.
Thank you for listening, even if you couldn't find it in your heart to help us.
Truly?
And look at the finery you wear.
Maybe there is hope for my boy after all.
I've heard that word.
It's a human term, right?
For a child with no father?
Well, my son has a father, for all the good it's done him.
My son's father is casteless, as is he.
I used to be a miner, but my parents stripped my caste and refused to accept me back.
And what would you have me do?
With a sick infant and no husband to help!
When my very family has disowned me unless I--
A question I ask every day.
He was eager enough for a daughter who would bring him into the Mining Caste.
But since the boy was born...
I've not seen nose or heel of the lout.
And me alone on the street, forbidden to return to my family unless I--
What information?
I don't know anything... unless you want the names of every mining family in Orzammar.
That's what I was.
Before...
The carta?
I-I've heard of it, but...
I know... people are scared of her.
I'm sorry I don't know more.
I-I haven't been down here long.
I still don't know how to do it, really.
How do people live like this?
Before my family cast me out and disowned me unless...
Thank you.
That a stranger would care so much when my own family barred me from their halls unless I'm willing to--
H-have you a coin to spare, m'lady?
Spare a bit for the needy?
Please.
It's not for me; it's for my child...
Coins for the need-- Oh.
I'm sorry.
I didn't realize I asked you before.
A-a thousand pardons...
What can you do?
Can you change who his father is?
Or have him born a girl?
There is truly no hope for us!
Your kindness shames me.
Not many are willing to spare even a look, much less a coin.
It's rare to find someone willing to help a casteless once, much less twice.
I will remember your kindness.
My name is Zerlinda of the--I keep forgetting I can no longer introduce myself as Mining Caste.
I-I suppose I'm casteless now.
My family disowned me after my son was born.
He is casteless, like his father.
They want me to expose him in the Deep Roads and pretend he was never born!
As I told you, my family disowned me after my son was born.
Do not talk to me, child-killer!
I...
I'm with my family again.
May the ancestors forgive me.
I have to find food for my child...
Y-you're back.
I thought you weren't coming.
What did he say?
I'll wait as long as it takes.
There's... nowhere else for me to go.
You said you'd find aid for me from the man who wants to start a chantry.
B-but I understand if you aren't able to help.
You said you'd talk to my family for me... about taking back me and the child...
My father, Ordel, is probably at Tapsters right now.
That's what he told me.
I don't know how he can look at my baby and see such a monster.
Thank you for trying.
We'll have to find a way to manage on our own.
Others have done it.
Haven't they?
Both of us?
I don't believe he said that.
I've never heard him refer to my son as anything but trash.
He calls him "it!"
But maybe... maybe Mother convinced him, or you did.
Oh, my friend, I cannot thank you enough!
If this were a story, my son would grow to manhood and pledge himself as a knight in your service!
When he grows up, I will send him to you.
I promise!
I-I never thought anyone in Orzammar could care for the fate of a casteless child.
I will go at once.
If there's something he can do for my son...
I will count your name higher than the ancestors!
Thank you for helping me.
Brother Burkel says the Maker lifted the darkness from your eyes.
I'm so cold...
Your face isn't marked.
What caste are you?
I don't have time for your hysterics.
Goodbye.
You seem upset.
Is there some way I can help?
Spit it out already!
That does sound like the best option, I'm afraid.
Isn't there any other solution?
If you're a miner, why would your son be casteless?
He would be better off if you exposed him somewhere.
What kind of life will he have?
Spare him that pain.
You should go to the Chantry.
They help children in need.
The Chantry believes every soul is worth saving.
I'm not a messenger service.
Talk to him yourself.
I will ask if he can take the child.
I will talk to him if you like.
He may take the child.
Can't you just take your son to the surface?
Then stay here and die if you can't take a risk.
You'll be fine.
Up there, it's my people they look down on.
It will be hard, but you can make a life there.
Everyone is equal on the surface.
I'm from the surface.
Maybe I could reason with your family.
Don't look a gift Warden in the mouth.
I was hoping you'd offer me a reason...
Then I'll let you fix your own problems.
That's all right.
I'll talk to them anyway.
I know what it's like to grow up casteless.
Orzammar must change with the times.
I don't like to see a child suffer.
Your son is a bastard?
What does your family want you to do?
Ugh.
Get a job!
Why doesn't your son's father help you?
I could help you if you have some information.
I don't need your sob story.
Tell me about the carta.
So you don't know anything about Jarvia?
Before what?
Here's five silvers.
Buy yourself a meal.
Actually, I'd like to help you and your son.
You're right.
I guess you're on your own.
Here's five silvers.
You need it more than I do.
That's all right.
I can spare another silver.
I should be going now.
Oh, sorry.
I haven't asked yet.
Let me get back to that.
What did you want me to do, again?
Your father will not take you back while the child lives.
I'm sorry I wasn't able to help.
Your father wants you both to come home.
Go to Brother Burkel.
He will care for you.
Looks like we have a martyr, boys.
I don't know...
No, wait, I remember. "Die, scum!"
"Jarvia sucks lizard eggs?"
"Harrowmont rules forever?"
"Bhelen rules forever?"
Uh oh.
So, Bhelen finally realized his throne means nothing if he can't hold it, yet he still doesn't bother to send his own men.
Well, you picked the wrong side, stranger.
It doesn't matter who's king, as long as there's a queen!
An excellent idea.
Boys, why don't we help him take his own advice.
Ladies first... and I'm no lady.
Kill them!
Hardly convincing when your blades are covered in my men's blood.
You'll pay for their deaths a hundred times over.
Kill them!
But leave the mouthy one alive: I have plans for him.
Kill them!
But leave the pretty one alive: I have plans for her.
So, Harrowmont finally realized we're taking the city, yet he still can't be bothered to send his own men.
If it isn't our little runaway.
Come back to finish the job?
When you taste my steel, think of Beraht.
Even in death, he has his vengeance!
Make him? 
Who do you think suggested going after you?
Leske's been licking my feet to get back in favor ever since you crawled out from under Beraht's corpse.
When he heard you were in town, he finally had a way to prove his loyalty.
No? <desc>Laughs</desc> We'll see who holds the leash, here.
Leske, kill him.
Leske, kill her.
What was I supposed to do?
You were gone and Jarvia's pulling the strings.
Not all of us got your opportunities.
You messed with his plan!
He lost thousands of sovereigns because of us.
What else could he do?
You got too much sun on the brain.
You forgot what it's like.
When Beraht died, Jarvia came out on top.
She's got the swords, she's got the coin, and she's got the bed where I sleep.
If you were here, you'd have done the same.
Go off, be a Warden, rah-rah.
I'd have shared a mug for it, sure.
But I still gotta live here.
Maybe you forgot with all that sun blinding you, but there weren't too many options.
Oh, please.
Shut up and die!
We don't have to fight.
I just want to talk.
Surrender and I'll spare your life.
You're awfully cocky for someone whose entire carta is dead.
You die now.
And the traitor, too!
Who did you have to kill to make Leske turn on me?
I don't believe you!
Leske?
How could you do this?
You'll die for what you did!
How could you trust her after what Beraht did to us?
I know you couldn't really turn on me.
I never would have betrayed you!
I thought you were happy for me!
I'm sorry, but I cannot allow you past the front lines without a deshyr's permission.
And I've heard nothing of any new patrols scheduled to leave today.
I see you have his daughter's seal, so I will not stop you.
But be careful.
Just because the beasts have pulled back from Orzammar doesn't mean there are any fewer in the Deep Roads.
Best of luck.
Into the Deep Roads?
Not without a full unit of soldiers to back you, my friend.
Or a deshyr's permission to risk yourself.
Orzammar can't afford to lose its citizens or honored guests on casual visits to the Deeps.
Aye.
I see her seal there.
Well, the Roads are yours.
Aye.
For your sake, I hope you've no reason to come here again.
Your guess is as good as mine.
No one's been there in centuries.
But both Bhelen and Harrowmont had men looking just this week.
What anyone knows.
She went out there with her entire house and she's never coming back.
You don't think maybe she's still there, Commander?
She <emp>is</emp> a Paragon, after all.
And now she's an ancestor.
No one lasts two years in the tunnels.
If anyone could survive, it'd be her.
She'd do it just to spite me.
You've been saying that for years, Oghren.
Nobody survives that long.
Of course not.
Down here, you're bound to run into giant spiders, deepstalkers, and other vermin.
A few outposts.
Legion of the Dead, mostly, fools that they are.
Some scavenger types, too.
It's an independent company of soldiers.
They accept no command but their own.
You know the Legion, don't you?
Anyone who can bear arms can join, no matter his crimes... or sanity.
They hold a funeral when they join and swear their only goal is a glorious death.
Ugly beasts, they are.
Walk on two legs, but they have the head of a worm, and hunt in packs.
Watch out, they're not afraid to take on a group their own size.
Either we finally have the edge, which I doubt, or the beasts are building up numbers for the next attack.
The surface!
But I thought the vermin never went up that far except--
Except during Blights.
Ancestors save us if that's what's happening.
But Commander, Lord Harrowmont sent word to let the Warden pass.
Ah, right.
Welcome through, then, Warden.
But Commander, Prince Bhelen sent word to let the Warden pass.
Open your eyes, man!
This Grey Warden is on a quest to find your Paragon!
Do I have to take your stinking head off?
Oghren <emp>could</emp> have been a deshyr for House Branka.
I suppose he's the next best thing, in both skill and arrogance.
You may pass.
I'd offer more assistance, but my command post is here.
All of Orzammar relies on us to hold this line.
Best of luck with your quest, Warden.
Orzammar needs a Paragon now more than ever.
What's this?
A human?
Did we make these tunnels tall enough for humans?
What's this?
An elf?
Just can't get enough of our clammy mine air, can you?
Did you need something?
Be careful out there.
You return!
Warden, many had begun to give up hope.
Prince Bhelen came himself to inquire about you.
I have strict instructions to bring you before the Assembly the moment you return.
I'm certain they'd rather hear it from you.
Finish your business in the Deep Roads, then.
I'll take you to the Assembly when you're ready.
Lord Harrowmont was here several times inquiring about you.
Both Lord Harrowmont and Prince Bhelen came by to ask about you.
Are you ready to be presented at the Assembly, Warden?
The Assembly paid you great honor, Warden.
What I'm doing here is none of your business.
I'm on business for Bhelen.
I have to find Lord Dace.
I'm looking for Lord Dace's patrol.
Will you let me pass?
I have permission from Lady Dace.
Why do you need patrols?
How far is it to Caridin's Cross?
What do you know about Paragon Branka?
Are darkspawn the only danger in these tunnels?
Are there no dwarves past this point?
Legion of the Dead?
Deepstalkers?
Actually, they've made their move... on the surface.
That's telling him.
Great!
You're going to get me arrested!
What Oghren is trying to say is that we have permission.
I'm going to find Branka.
Tell them that Paragon Caridin has chosen a king.
You may tell them that Branka has chosen the next king.
I'm not ready to return yet.
Very well.
Let's go.
I'm watching you, brand.
Warden or not.
Watch your step, surfacer.
These passages aren't the smooth roads you're used to.
Well, look what we have here...
One of Bhelen's new toadies...
Let's show 'em who's king!
Some of Bhelen's new toadies...
One of Harrowmont's little lackeys...
A couple of Harrowmont's little lackeys...
Huh.
Don't mess with the Legion.
Got 'em real good that time.
<desc>After this point, the tunnels seem to split endlessly, with nothing to distinguish one from another.</desc>
<desc>Half of them are blocked off by rock falls, or too low to pass through.</desc>
<desc>The translation of this plaque reads, "Stand forever.
Guard the path.
Darkness grows, yet we hold."</desc>
<desc>The translation of this plaque reads, "The darkest path is filled with sorrows, yet I will stand the test."</desc>
<desc>The writing on this plaque has been damaged, but you can still make out a few dwarven words.</desc>
<desc>"... neither blade, nor claw, nor toothed maw shall overcome the dw..."</desc>
<desc>On the side of the statue, someone has scraped the words, "Harrowmont is a dust-lover."</desc>
<desc>The translation of this plaque reads, "Sing praises to the Stone.
May her arms be ever open to us."</desc>
<desc>"Bow down to the ancestors.
May they keep watch over those left alone."</desc>
<desc>"Pray to the Paragons; they hold aloft the shelter of our kin."</desc>
<desc>"The translation of this plaque reads, "Those who return to Orzammar's embrace, be sheltered."</desc>
<desc>"Those who would bring evil to Orzammar's halls, be warned."</desc>
<desc>"The Stone shall protect her children."</desc>
<desc>It looks like the words on this plaque have been changed several times.
The translation reads, "Paragon Elahen died to lay these stones."</desc>
<desc>The words on this statue are too damaged to read.
From what you can make out, it seems this was a memorial to a child Paragon.</desc>
<desc>The words on this statue are too damaged to read.</desc>
<desc>As far as you can tell, this was supposed to mark a gateway to a better world, perhaps referring to Orzammar.</desc>
<desc>The translation of this plaque reads, "Our past is wrought with lost roads, mines, thaigs, and homes, consumed by the horrors of an endless war."</desc>
<desc>"Our present is forged with lost souls, hearts, lovers, and plotters, devoured by the maw of an endless war."</desc>
<desc>"Our future holds rebuilt cities, thaigs, lives, and homes, ours at last when we end the endless war."</desc>
<desc>"We found evidence today that the Anvil of the Void was not built in the Ortan Thaig.
We will go south, to the Dead Trenches.
The Anvil is somewhere beyond."</desc>
<desc>"My soldiers tell me I am mad, that the Dead Trenches are crawling with darkspawn, that we will surely die before we find the Anvil... <emp>If</emp> we find it. "</desc>
<desc>"I leave this here in case they're right.
If I die in the Trenches, perhaps someone can yet walk past my corpse and retrieve the Anvil."</desc>
<desc>"For if it remains lost, so do we all."</desc>
<desc>"If I have not returned and Oghren yet lives, tell him...
No, what I have to say should be for his ears alone."</desc>
<desc>"This is my farewell."</desc>
There's nothing for you here!
It's mine!
I've claimed it!
The clan...?
No.
But  it's still mine!
Ruck's been here for years now, and no shiny surfacer will take him away!
Bah!
He's a bloody scavenger, good as sodding gone.
Begone, you!
You'll bring the dark ones back, you will!
They'll crunch your bones!
Word has it you can only survive down here by eating the darkspawn dead.
It burns when it goes down.
It burns!
It brings the taint.
Turns their brains to sewage, but it hides them from the darkspawn.
It's my claim, not yours!
Crunch your bones!
The clan...?
No, no, but it's still mine!
Ruck's been here for years now, and no city dwarf will take him away!
You've come to take my claim!
You surfacers are all alike: thieving scoundrels!
Well, I found it first!
You've come to take my claim!
You city-folk are all alike: stone-blinded blunder-foots!
Well, I found it first!
The crawlers will take you away, oh yes!
Soon, you'll be gone like all the others!
Go away!
This is mine!
Only I gets to plunder its riches!
How dare you laugh!
I'm the one who found it.
I drove out the crawlers.
It's mine!
It's mine!
I'm the one who found it.
I drove out the crawlers.
Now it's mine!
No!
No talking!
You leave my territory!
Get out!
All of this is mine!
I will drive you out!
Drive you out, just like the crawlers!
It's all mine!
Everything was here.
Everything the crawlers did not already take!
Rocks and tents and worms!
It's all mine!
No!
No, this is my territory!
I found it!
It's mine! <emp>Mine!</emp>
Please don't hurt Ruck.
Ruck is sorry...
Pretty lady... pretty eyes, pretty hair... smells like the steam of burning water, blue as the deepest rock...
So... the pretty lady won't take anything from Ruck?
You won't take Ruck's shiny worms and pretty rocks?
No!
You're here to take everything!
But I won't let you!
You-you won't take anything from Ruck?
You won't take his shiny worms?
Or pretty rocks?
See!
You are here to rob Ruck!
I knew it!
I knew it!
Get out!
Get out!
Oh.
Ruck not mind that, maybe...
Yes, Ruck's my name.
I do not hear it much, so sometimes I like to speak it out loud.
Ruck!
Ruck!
Ruck!
N-n-n-no.
No Filda.
No mother.
No warm blanket and stew and pillow and soft words!
Ruck doesn't deserve good memories.
No-no-no-no-no--
Y-you will not make Ruck remember?
You will let Ruck stay in the darkness?
I will stay here.
This is my place.
I found it first...
You... are not gone long, are you, pretty lady?
I will stay here.
Ruck leaves you to... do whatever it is you do...
Then...
I have done what you wished?
Ruck answered your questions?
Ahhh!
No!
Do not hurt Ruck!
Ahhh!
The pretty lady is treacherous!
Don't hurt Ruck, no!
Oh.
Ruck is <emp>so</emp> relieved...
Then... you will not hurt Ruck?
I am so pleased, so very pleased...
Then... you will go?
You will leave Ruck to his claim?
The pretty lady is so nice to Ruck.
I will stay here and imagine I smell your hair.
Such a nice memory...
Ruck has some things.
From the camp, sometimes the webs.
You give him shiny coins, no?
For you, yes, Ruck has many things.
He can give them, and you don't even have to give him shiny coins, no?
But you can if you want.
I will answer your questions.
Bits of things, but only bits.
The crawlers took almost everything.
They takes things of steel and things of paper.
They takes the shinies and the words.
Paper and words?
That sounds like someone was taking notes.
Do you think Branka camped here?
They bring to the great nest, the nest they makes for the eggs.
They puts the shinies inside, they do.
When the dark ones were here, I kept to the shadows.
They don't look in the shadows, not if you're quiet.
Not if you eat their flesh.
Then the dark ones think you're one of them.
They leave you alone.
But now they're gone.
The crawlers.
They used to eat the smallest dark ones.
Now the crawlers go hungry.
I thinks they went south.
Far, far to the south.
That-that is where the dark master calls them.
I thinks they went south, pretty lady.
Far, far to the south.
That is where the dark master calls them with his beautiful voice.
So much joy when he awoke!
Mmmm...
He's talking about the archdemon, huh?
After the dark master awoke, he called his children and they all went.
I wanted to go, too, and gaze upon his beauty...
He stopped calling.
I wish I could go see him, but Ruck, no, no, Ruck-Ruck is a coward.
I do not leave my claim.
If I do, someone will takes it from me.
Too long ago.
I must think... five years?
Six?
Ruck no longer remembers the smells and sights of the city.
You are kind to poor Ruck.
He rarely smells flowers anymore.
The pretty lady understands.
She knows how Ruck feels, she does.
Errr... me thinks... years.
Yes, yes, five times years maybe?
Ruck cannot, no, no.
Back at the city, Ruck would be arrested and thrown into the mines.
That is where I fled from.
Ran away!
Bah!
He's a criminal.
And too sodding gutless to join the Legion of the Dead.
Here, I live free.
I... collect my rocks and worms and shinies.
At least... at least I am free.
Sh-she did not know, not what I did.
I was very, very, very, very angry and then someone was dead.
They wanted to send Ruck to the mines.
If I went to the mines, sh-she would know.
Everyone would know.
So I came here, instead.
It is better now.
Once you eat... once you takes in the darkness... you not miss the light so much.
You know, do you not?
Ruck sees, yes.
He sees the darkness inside you.
No, no, no!
She cannot...
She remembers a boy, a little boy, with bright eyes and a hammer and she <emp>cannot see this!</emp> Swear-promise-vow you won't tell!
Your Ladyship!
My lady!
You're both alive!
I was certain Howe's men had gotten through!
No!
She can't know.
That is why Ruck is here in the darkness, with the scuttering and the shiny.
She can't know!
Yes!
Yes.
T-tell the mother Ruck is dead.
He's dead and his bones are rotting in the crawlers' webs and she should never look again.
Yes, that's what Ruck is.
Dead.
Dead like bones that turn to dust when you touch them.
H-how can Ruck serve you with thank yous?
Here-here, take this.
Pretty lady is like Mother, yes.
Too good, too pretty for the darkness.
Grey like the stone.
Guardian against the darkness.
Grey like the stone.
Guardian against the darkness.
Beautiful like waterfalls under the lichen.
I means nothing by it...
Ohhhh...
I sorry.
Please do not hurt Ruck...
I will answer your questions, pretty lady.
Anything you wish.
Ruck not pretty name, not pretty like lady.
Ruck is small and ugly and twisted.
Ummm... yes, Ruck be my name.
You are back?
Not to take Ruck's claim, right?
Not to steal from Ruck?
No, no, no.
The pretty lady returns?
I am so pleased.
Ruck's been thinking about you...
Ahh!
Don't hurt me!
Ruck will do what you wants!
Good friend is back.
Good friend won't make Ruck remember the light.
How can Ruck help the friend?
No-no-no-no-no-no-no-no!
Ruck will not listen.
Ruck will not remember the warm and the light and the food.
Claimed it?
Are you part of the clan who lived here?
Darkspawn blood is poison.
Men have died from drinking it.
That's disgusting.
Really?
Why would they do that?
Who are you?
What are you doing down here?
And how do you propose to eject me?
Its riches?
That's a laugh.
Is this Branka's campsite?
I just want to talk to you.
Never mind, then.
I'm putting you out of your misery. <act>Kill him.</act>
Was this campsite here when you found it?
Do what I say or I will kill you.
I'm not here to steal anything, I promise.
Just come a little closer... <act>Kill him.</act>
Pretty rocks?
Do you mean gems?
Are there gems here?
If it's valuable, I might trade you for it...
I just want to talk.
I won't take anything.
So your name is Ruck?
I think I met your mother.
Is her name Filda?
Forget it.
You're out of your mind.
I'm leaving.
All right, calm down.
Different question.
How did you end up here?
Your mother misses you.
She asked me to find you.
And now I put you out of your misery. <act>Kill him.</act>
I won't kill you, if that's what you mean.
Good enough.
I might ask more later.
Yes, you did fine.
Do you have anything to trade?
I have a few questions for you, Ruck.
Did you find anything unusual at this camp?
How did you survive here?
But there are still giant spiders here, correct?
Do you know where the "dark ones" went?
Where is the dark master now?
Do you know?
When did you arrive here?
That's such a long time!
You poor dear!
Don't you wish to return to Orzammar?
Your mother said you were lost on a Deep Roads excursion.
No.
I don't understand how you live like this.
Yes, I suppose you are better off.
You are free, but at what price?
You have to tell your mother you're alive.
You disgust me.
You're better off dead!
You're right.
Telling her this would be cruel.
I'm not going to lie for you.
Would you rather she think you're dead?
All right.
I'll tell her you died bravely.
I am a Grey Warden.
It's not the same.
That... is a frightening thought.
I'm nothing like you.
You disgust me.
I just want to know if you have anything to trade.
Calm down.
I just have some questions.
Fourth day, we wait and fear for our fate.
Sixth day, her screams we hear in our dreams.
Eighth day, we hated as she is violated.
Broodmother....
They come.
They... they vomit, they violate, and they chant.
They scream, oh, how they scream....
Then the change comes.
D-do not talk of Branka, of what she did.
Ancestors preserve us, forgive me.
I was her captain and I didn't stop her.
Her lover, and I could not turn her.
Forgive her... but no, she cannot be forgiven.
Not for what she did.
Not for what she has become.
This explains a lot.
Of course, if I knew she had those interests, I could've made some adjustments!
The Stone has punished me, dream-friend.
I am dying of something worse than death.
They took Laryn.
They made her eat the others, our friends.
She tore off her husband's face and drank his blood.
And while she ate, she grew.
She swelled and turned gray and she smelled like them.
They remade her in their image.
Then she made more of them.
That's where they come from.
That's why they hate us... that's why they need us.
That's why they take us... that's why they feed us.
The men, they kill... they're merciful.
But the women, they want.
They want to touch, to mold, to change until you are filled with them....
No!
Don't leave me here!
Don't let them take me!
No...
I swore not to speak of it, not to think of it.
La-la-la-la-la.
I will not hear any more about Branka. 
<desc>She appears to be suffering from a high fever.
Her skin is pale and she is covered in dark blotches.</desc>
<desc>Sighs</desc> They spit bile and blood in my mouth!
I would rather die than bring that with me, than have... her... see me like this.
No more than a few breaths, but longer than an eon.
It was... long enough...
Long enough to miss her... to love her again... to hate her more than ever.
There is too much darkness here.
The Anvil, it is in the darkness, surrounded by it, pulling Branka in.
She became obsessed...
That is the word, but it is not strong enough.
Blessed Stone, there was nothing left in her but the Anvil.
What did she do, Hespith?
What did Branka do?
<act>Examine her closely.</act>
You've been forced to eat your kin?
<desc>The Anvil glows like liquid metal from the lyrium veined through it, but dark stains attest to its bloody past.</desc>
<desc>It is built straight out of the stone of the floor.
Trying to move it would require years to chip away at its base.</desc>
Shave my back and call me en elf!
Branka?
By the Stone, I barely recognized you!
Oghren.
It figures you'd eventually find your way here.
Hopefully, you can find your way back more easily.
Be respectful, woman!
You're talking to a Grey Warden!
Ah, so an important errand boy, then.
I suppose something serious has happened.
Is Endrin dead?
That seems most likely.
He was on the old and wheezy side.
Then what is your involvement in this?
Why would a surfacer be interested in dwarven politics?
You must have a patron.
A highly-placed patron.
And they must want something in particular.
Now, what might that be?
Because nobody helps Oghren.
At best, Oghren's need to find me happened to coincide with the needs of someone more important.
<desc>Arrrgh!</desc> You are <emp>impossible!</emp> This Grey Warden's come all the way from the surface to ask your help picking Endrin's successor.
You are... seeking my support?
You wish to succeed Endrin and become king yourself?
Hmm.
Bhelen, is it?
Twisted cretin, the last I heard.
Not surprising he's done so well for himself.
Let me be blunt with you.
After all this time, my tolerance for social graces is fairly limited.
That doesn't bother you, I hope.
I don't care if the Assembly puts a drunken monkey on the throne.
Because our protector, our great invention, the thing that once made our armies the envy of the world, is lost to the very darkspawn it should be fighting.
Harrowmont could have been pulled dead from his mother's womb and history would read no differently.
A thousand Bhelens could die and history wouldn't notice.
I'm looking for the one thing that will return our days of glory.
The Anvil of the Void.
The means by which the ancients forged their army of golems and held off the first archdemon ever to rise.
It's here.
So close I can taste it.
And you assume after all my efforts, you'll be able to waltz in and seize the Anvil without a hitch?
How typically arrogant.
The Anvil lies on the other side of a gauntlet of traps designed by Caridin himself.
My people and I have given body and soul to unlocking its secrets.
Enough questions!
If you wish me to get involved with this imbecilic election, I must first have the Anvil.
I did not say I couldn't reach it, simply that I have not <emp>yet</emp>.
Every day, trial and error reveal new clues to Caridin's workings.
I will not give up.
His legacy lies just inside, the sum of all his knowledge, and I <emp>will</emp> have it.
<emp>This</emp> is what's important. <emp>This</emp> has lasting meaning.
If I succeed, the dwarven people benefit.
Kings, politics... all that is transitory.
I've given up everything and would sacrifice <emp>anything</emp> to get the Anvil of the Void.
Hmm.
Harrowmont, is it?
Insufferable blowhard who's never had one memorable moment in his tradition-bound life.
You are... seeking my support?
You wish to succeed Endrin and become a ruling queen?
And not saying anything untrue.
But if he's dead, I'm sorry.
He was as competent a king as we could expect.
There's something about this place....
It makes people despair.
They were all mine, pledged to be my house, and they didn't want to help.
They tried to leave me, even my Hespith....
There is only one way out, Warden.
Forward.
Through Caridin's maze and out to where the Anvil waits.
They say your order is renowned for its wits as well as its brawn.
Perhaps you'll do better than my poor clansmen.
I needed people to test Caridin's traps.
There is no way to break through except by trial and error.
I sent them in....
There was no other choice.
Most of them were dying of the taint already, but some... some of the women were... transforming.
I knew what they would become.
There would be an endless supply, fresh darkspawn to test the traps.
They could still serve me, let me find the Anvil.
It was the only way....
You have no idea how they carried on, holding my hand and begging to die.
They had pledged me their <emp>loyalty!</emp> They had no right to fight me.
What has this place done to you?!
I remember marrying a girl you could talk to for one minute and see her brilliance.
I am your Paragon.
She shouldn't have gone.
She was pledged to me.
She swore she'd do whatever it took to find the Anvil.
But even she couldn't understand that when you reach for greatness, there are sacrifices.
As many sacrifices as are needed.
Here it is, the Anvil of the Void.
So sweet, such power!
You found the Anvil.
Are you happy now?
Maybe we could go back to Orzammar, share the good news.
Aye, I should have known.
I thought that once you had the Anvil you'd be satisfied....
Perhaps I could use it now... a reward for defeating Caridin.
You wanted a crown, no?
Or have you set your sights higher than the petty kings of Orzammar?
You showed which side you were on when you destroyed that golem.
Don't get all high and mighty now.
I'll make you the crown.
Take it to Orzammar and dispose of it as you will.
Believe me, I appreciate the thought, but it will take me a while to master all the techniques without Caridin's example.
Why don't we go with the crown for now? 
Once Orzammar settles on its petty king, have him send for me.
Stand aside.
I'll forge it and the crown.
Say it shows my favor to whomever you please.
Then stand aside, and I shall forge it for you.
Take it to whomever you please.
There it is.
An ugly lump of hot metal to go over a couple of empty heads.
Now leave.
It will take me some time to fully realize the mysteries here.
I can hear it.
It wants to be used again.
It speaks in a hundred different voices.
Surely, you can hear them.
But they call to me.
I have heard them for two years, just beyond the tunnel, speaking to me....
Did you hear what Caridin said?
Hundreds of people were bound into golems, trapped inside the Anvil when their bodies were destroyed.
That's who you hear!
No, it's not true!
You lie!
But...
I will not believe that was Caridin.
Caridin would never turn on his own invention.
He was a genius, the best of us all.
He wouldn't turn against his own creation!
No!
You're trying to take the Anvil from me.
I won't listen to you.
It's mine. !
H-he must have been wrong.
The Anvil was Orzammar's salvation....
The voices... they've been calling me for so long, and I didn't even....
Ahhh, Hespith tried to tell me, but I wouldn't listen.
You have to make this right.
The Branka I knew would do what is right.
The Anvil must be destroyed.
It's an abomination.
Go.
Return to Orzammar.
It's better they never know what became of me.
No.
No, Caridin himself once said, "It is not the victory, but the achievement." This... this is wrong.
The dead...?
You think that's who I hear?
But....
No!
It's the Anvil, calling to be used....
When next you lead your armies against the archdemon, they will be shielded by a tide of steel men.
I hope this makes you happy, Branka.
I don't think you understand what it cost to get you here.
Oh, stuff a rag in it, Oghren.
Move on!
Find a few whores.
Sodding stone, I never thought you'd be the pining type.
Now begone.
Perhaps if I activate the lyrium ore in the principal node....
Yes.
His chosen successor, Harrowmont, seeks your support.
Yes.
His heir, Bhelen, seeks your support to become king.
He is dead, yes, and the Assembly is deadlocked.
How do you know I'm not just helping Oghren?
Harrowmont would work to restore Orzammar's glory.
Bhelen would change things.
Move Orzammar forward.
Sounds like you could use some help.
But of course there is a catch.
You're obsessed.
That must be why Caridin sealed it away
Show respect!
You speak of my father!
I want you to destroy the Anvil once you've made my crown.
All I want is for you to see how wrong you've been.
Sure.
Make me a golem; I volunteer Oghren's soul.
Something like the steel you're wearing would be nice.
A Paragon's crown.
The Assembly must accept that.
The Anvil is evil, Branka.
You can't keep using it.
The Anvil's driven you crazy.
I hear nothing.
How many more lives will be lost for your power?
The Anvil owns you now.
There is nothing left of you.
Perhaps you're right.
Victory is worth any cost.
Caridin was ready to die to see the Anvil destroyed.
Think clearly and ask yourself where its power comes from.
You mean the voices of all the dead souls trapped inside?
Good luck with your studies.
My name is Caridin.
Once, longer ago than I care to think, I was a Paragon to the dwarves of Orzammar.
Though I made many things in my time, I rose to fame and earned my status based on a single item: the Anvil of the Void.
It allowed me to forge a man of steel or stone, as flexible and clever as any soldier.
As an army, they were invincible.
But I told no one the cost.
If you seek the Anvil, then you must care about my story, or be doomed to relive it.
No mere smith, however skilled, has the power to create life.
To make my golems live, I had to take their lives from elsewhere.
It was an option I could offer warriors who would volunteer to defend their homeland.
And some took it.
But King Valtor became greedy.
He began to force men... casteless and criminals... his political enemies... all of them were to be given to the anvil.
No!
The Anvil is mine!
No one will take it from me!
You!
Please... help me destroy the Anvil!
Do not let it enslave more souls than it already has!
But she does not understand its danger.
If the Anvil is not destroyed, you condemn hundreds of living souls to continue in agony for another thousand years.
Your people on the surface believe that some magics are never worth the price of their use.
Can you not see this is one of them?
Your own people were slaves once, were they not?
Would you force the very souls of others into slavery for eternity?
How would you feel to know you've been torn from all the spirits that had come before you, that you would never rest with the ancestors?
Don't listen!
He's been trapped here for a thousand years, stewing in his own madness.
Help me claim the Anvil, and you will have an army like you've never seen!
No!
I cannot allow you to do this.
To me, golems!
Defend the Anvil, whatever the cost!
I cannot allow you to do this, stranger.
To me, golems!
Defend the Anvil, whatever the cost!
Look around.
Is this what our empire should look like?
A crumbling tunnel filled with darkspawn spume?
The Anvil will let us take back our glory!
Thank you, stranger.
Your compassion shames me.
No!
You will not take it!
Not while I still live!
Branka!
Don't throw your life away for this!
Bah!
You are not the only master smith here, Caridin!
Golems, obey me!
Attack!
A control rod!
But... my friend, you must help me!
I cannot stop her alone!
Why are you listening?
We had an agreement.
I'm the one you came here to find, not him!
Branka, you mad, bleeding nug-tail.
Does this thing mean so much to you that you can't even see what you've lost to get it?
Help me destroy it!
As long as the Anvil exists, it may be used to create slaves.
And it <emp>will</emp> be used.
Why seek a more difficult path when another, easier path is available?
It took feeling the hammer's blow myself to realize the height of my crimes.
The darkspawn were pressing in.
Originally I only took volunteers, the bravest of souls willing to trade their very lives for the chance to defend their homeland.
Aye.
Trapped forever in my own creation.
A fitting punishment, I suppose.
Aye.
That was my great pride, and soon enough, my shame.
Another life lost because of my invention.
I wish no mention of it had made it into history.
But at least it ends here.
I thank you for standing with me, stranger.
The Anvil waits there for you to shatter it.
Is there any boon I can grant you for your aid?
A final favor before I am freed from my burden?
For the aid you've given me, I shall put hammer to steel one last time, and give you a crown for the king of your choice.
There.
It is done.
Give it to whom you will.
I do not wish to hear their names, nor anything more of them.
I have already lived far beyond my time.
I have no place here.
You have my eternal thanks, stranger.
Atrast nal tunsha... may you always find your way in the dark.
Ten feet tall and invulnerable?
I can think of worse fates.
Why should I let your guilt inconvenience me?
You're right.
It's too powerful not to keep.
The Anvil is needed.
That is my order!
The Anvil enslaves living souls!
It must be destroyed.
Branka can use it to help me against the Blight.
I suppose you, of all people, would know the risk.
You were a Paragon.
I'll help if you support a new king.
Sounds like you earned this.
So you sealed it away?
Orzammar could use it!
Sounds like blood magic.
A dangerous road.
Caridin?
As in <emp>the</emp> Caridin?
Of Caridin's Cross?
I need a Paragon's support to settle an election.
I don't suppose you would make another golem?
I will destroy the Anvil, as agreed.
Oh, um, pardon me.
Were you looking for a particular volume?
Thanks.
I'm in the middle of something...
I was looking for something about the Ortan Thaig.
It was lost during the last Blight, and there aren't many records left.
But no one's been there in generations!
No one even knows where it is anymore!
Hmph.
Mother was right.
Surfacers have no sense of history.
They were a noble house once, descended from the Paragon Ortan, who composed the grand epic of the Seven Brothers and the Ortanic Symphony.
My mother's family believes they were descended from Kelana Ortan, who was training in Orzammar when the thaig fell.
I'm even named for the house--Orta.
I spent my life at the bottom of the Warrior Caste.
I'm worthless as a fighter and I refuse to marry up as some old veteran's second wife.
If I'm an Ortan, it means I'm <emp>noble</emp>.
I'd have my own house, a seat in the Assembly.
Whatever there is after so long.
It's all just a dream, anyway.
Unfortunately, any records would be buried in the thaig's ruins, somewhere in the Deep Roads.
Well, I'll just keep searching.
It's not like I have anything better to do.
You can't go into the Deep Roads and find some lost thaig by yourself.
There aren't even any expeditions planned until they settle this election.
Well, then...
What's there to lose?
A Grey Warden?
Mother always said that if anyone could find the thaig, it was the Wardens.
Yes.
If you can find the thaig, and any records, that could do it.
That could prove I'm a noble!
And I don't know what treasure is left, but whatever I get, you can have as much as you want.
You're from the surface!
What do you know about fighting darkspawn?
You're casteless!
What do you know about fighting darkspawn?
Did... you find anything while you were there?
Any records that might be able to tell?
If you can prove it belongs to me, I'd be happy to share whatever is left of the Ortan fortune.
If you could...
Maybe, now that you're looking...
It's almost too much to hope.
Whatever you do, I'd be grateful.
I guess you didn't find what you're looking for.
Not exactly, but...
I'm looking for any birth records from the old Ortan Thaig.
It fell in the last Blight, and my mother's family claims to be related.
My name's Orta.
After the old Ortan House.
So, did you... uh, find anything?
I thought you knew.
Only organized expeditions can enter the Deep Roads.
Otherwise, you need special permission from the Assembly or some great lord.
I hear Prince Bhelen and Lord Harrowmont have both been sending out small teams these days.
If there are any records proving I'm the heir to the lost House Ortan, they're probably buried in the ruined Ortan Thaig.
If you could recover them, it would prove I'm a member of a great lineage.
I'd wish you luck, but I'm too scared even to hope.
I-I started to worry.
I didn't know if you were ever coming back.
Did you find any records?
Any sign of the old Ortan Thaig?
Oh.
Well... at least the thaig is there.
And you couldn't have explored the whole thing.
I'll have to find someone willing to look, maybe a whole expedition.
If the thaig is still there, it must have something!
You... you found them?!
Let me see...
That's my great-grandmother's name!
And her husband!
Oh, great ancestors!
It's them!
It's me!
I <emp>am</emp> an Ortan!
Oh, thank you!
I have to take these to the Assembly right away!
Find me there.
Once these are acknowledged, I'll give you any reward!
They gave our seat back, and the records show which houses still owe House Ortan money.
I will.
I will.
House Ortan will not forget this kindness.
Oooh.
Didn't that sound official?
They're opening rooms for us on the old Ortan estate!
Because of you, my family's dreams came true!
I'll just stay out of your way.
Sounds important.
Looking to hire help?
The Ortan Thaig?
I was just there.
Do you mean these records?
I could look... in return for some of that Ortan wealth.
I could try to find them.
Do you want my help or not?
I already have permission to enter the Deep Roads.
What kind of research?
Were you looking to hire someone?
What was it you were doing here?
I have the records right here.
Just continue supporting King Bhelen.
Just continue supporting King Harrowmont.
Any money you could spare would help.
Your happiness is enough.
When I last walked this hall, Endrin was king and Orzammar was at peace.
The Memories often speak of the swiftness with which change overtakes us, but it is different to see it firsthand.
Your presence here has been recorded in the Memories.
I wish I knew what significance it has.
That is an odd request.
Or perhaps because a certain returned surfacer has spread his fervor to you...
My answer to Brother Burkel hasn't changed, so I ask you the same.
So far, the world has done quite well without your Maker.
I am in no hurry to change that.
Now if there's nothing else...
While I do not appreciate your tone, I <emp>have</emp> considered that point.
Perhaps we will allow Brother Burkel his prayer meeting... as a show of diplomatic good faith.
Brother Burkel said as much.
But Orzammar is more than capable of caring for its own.
What sort of charities do you mean?
But it's possible this service could benefit our people. 
Traditionally, that is their extended family's responsibility... but sometimes people fall through the cracks.
He seems a charitable man, but that is a thin thread on which to tie Orzammar's traditions.
Very well.
He may hold a prayer meeting as he requested, if not build a new temple to his god.
Now, is there anything more?
Have you grown so fond of the surfacers' ways in your brief absence?
These are Harrowmont lands promised here...
But these are not the deals we approved at the Shaperate.
Whom are you protecting?
It is a crime against the Shaperate to falsify legal documents.
If you wish, you can make your words as false as the documents you bear.
And he scripted these counterfeits? 
Not entirely.
There were two promised deals, but their terms differed significantly from what is presented here.
It appears the scripter altered the dates and locations of the agreements to make them identical.
Her brother died, leaving her father heirless, so the Assembly granted him a new family name and allowed him to adopt his daughter's children as heirs.
The Shaperate do not vote.
We simply record history as it happens.
He is a kinsman, yes.
If you count to the sixth degree of remove, I'm related to every noble lineage still represented in Orzammar.
I told him Bemot made many changes during his rule.
The Assembly was even disbanded for a two-year period.
I am the man to ask if you wish to access the Memories of the ancestors.
What is it you would know?
The Grey Warden's visit has been recorded in the Memories, along with all who accompany you.
Your exile is written in the Memories, Warden.
I am sorry, but Orzammar cannot be your home, nor I your shaper.
We must all obey the ancestors' rules.
The Shaperate guards Orzammar's knowledge.
We have preserved in lyrium all of the records of dwarven history.
The Memories record all--they are how we know to which family a child owes life, how we trace lost thaigs.
Its members are casteless and do not exist.
All dwarves who die return to the Stone as ancestors, to guide their families forever.
But only one every few generations rises to Paragon.
They are venerated as living ancestors and found a new noble house forever bearing their name.
She was born a smith, but her inventions caught the Assembly's eye.
Before she had seen twenty years, she created a smokeless coal.
She went into the Deep Roads two years ago seeking out secrets of the ancient smiths.
She never returned.
Branka is a Paragon, now and into death.
According to our legends, seven brothers founded our empire.
The youngest, Bloadlikk, was the wisest and was chosen king.
The twins, Koapar and Knakkt both founded trading houses, but Knakkt was wounded in battle.
On his recovery, he swore to serve his brother's sons.
Their births are not recorded in the Memories.
In Orzammar, they do not exist.
They should not have been born.
Their parents defied their shame and brought cursed children into the world.
It's better they die young.
Our beliefs have kept us through four Blights and countless kings.
Consider that before you dismiss them.
I'm sorry.
I can speak with you as a Warden, but I cannot discuss your belief that you have previously been to Orzammar.
Your presence here was not recorded in the Memories.
We were a great empire once, outnumbering even humans and elves.
We traded with your Tevinter Imperium, and our lands stretched as far in the Deep Roads as theirs did above.
Kal Sharok was capital then.
Then perhaps I could ask a service of you.
When our warriors brave the tunnels, they're often too busy to see the wonders around them.
They leave treasures and ancient manuscripts rotting in the Deeps.
If you find anything significant to us, we'd pay you well for your finds.
Thank you.
Now, is there anything more you would know?
At the other side of the old empire.
During the last Blight, the kings of Orzammar knew they couldn't hold everything.
The Paragon Caridin, a smith of unsurpassed genius, invented the golems.
For years, they were our weapon against the darkspawn.
One golem is worth a dozen dwarves in battle.
But Caridin's thaig is far into the Deep Roads.
Yes.
We have only a few dozen left in Orzammar, and I do not recognize this one.
Unfortunate.
Was there anything else?
I must tell the rest of the Shaperate about this discovery.
Except your order, who enter the Deep Roads when they retire, so they can die slaughtering as many darkspawn as possible.
Perhaps the books here can make up for the lack of attention you paid your elders.
We were a great empire once, and our lands stretched through the Deep Roads.
Kal Sharok was capital then.
Impressive work, Warden.
King Harrowmont's impending coronation has been entered into the Memories.
But I apologize.
You do not know me nearly as well as I know you.
I am Czibor, the shaper of memories.
Most impressive, Warden.
King Bhelen's ascent to his father's throne has been recorded in the Memories.
I would like your permission to open a Chantry here.
I ask only because it's the right thing to do.
One of Orzammar's own has returned to spread the Chant.
I come on behalf of Brother Burkel, a cleric of Redcliffe.
But the Chant must be sung from all corners of the world!
The Chantry could provide work for the casteless.
What harm would it do to let him preach?
No.
I thank you for your time.
Could you look at these promissory papers for me?
That's not important.
Vartag Gavorn gave them to me.
I should leave.
Can you tell me anything about Prince Bhelen?
Let's talk about something else.
Thank you.
I need to have words with someone...
I am no stranger to Orzammar, my Lord Shaper.
What's the difference between an ancestor and a Paragon?
Where is Branka now?
And that's what Branka was?
How did the caste system come to be?
What about the casteless?
I can't talk to someone who thinks that.
I'll keep an eye out.
Enough history, let's talk basic Orzammar again.
What are the Deep Roads?
What does the shaper of memories do?
If you're looking for seats, speak with a guardsmen.
Look.
I already told the proving master I withdrew.
Do you have to keep harassing me?
Just tell the rest of them to leave me alone!
That sounded genuine.
Um, if you weren't looking for me, do me a favor and pretend I never said anything.
So I take it you <emp>weren't</emp> sent here to find out if I withdrew from the Proving...
In that case, never mind.
I know it hurt my cousin and I-I don't mean anything personal.
Just tell Dulin...
Tell him I sprained my wrist.
I'm going to sit this out.
It's not that simple.
I'm a good man.
I try to live by the Paragons' examples, but... it's not always easy.
I've done things I'm not proud of.
This... will just be another addition to the list.
Don't think there's anything you can say to shame me that I haven't already told myself.
Oh, don't put it that way.
Look, it's just, when I was younger, I had a thing with this Aeducan girl: Revelka.
Lesser cousin, nowhere near the throne.
Her family wanted her marrying up, so they matched her with a Bemot.
But... we didn't exactly stop seeing each other.
I thought we were discreet but...
She's married to a deshyr's heir.
He'd kill me if he knew.
So I have to slink out of here like some worthless brand for fear Bhelen will tell the whole city.
You're probably right.
I'll... go home now.
There's no way to guarantee that.
I appreciate the thought, but they really have me over a shaft, here.
You'd do that?
I don't know how to thank you...
I know it's my own fault, but I'd have married her if I could.
If you can make sure that evidence doesn't get out, I'd be happy to fight in the Proving. 
But you need to find them quickly--registrations close once the first bout starts.
Bhelen's fighter Myaja has the letters.
If you make sure she never shows them to anyone, I'll fight for Harrowmont again.
N-no.
One of his fighters, a woman named Myaja.
She's the one who threatened to expose me.
They have letters--love letters Revelka wrote me.
If they were made public, she'd be disgraced.
Her husband would cast her aside.
And I would be lucky to be allowed to die in a duel.
She's married to a prominent deshyr's heir.
We should've stopped a long time ago, but...
I love her.
Do you know what that's like?
Now Bhelen found out and I can't even help my cousin for fear he'll tell her husband.
I left the Proving on my own business, and I've no intention of discussing it.
I am.
So, if you're not here to...
How do you know who I am?
Nothing.
I'm leaving the Proving.
Nor I you.
But it's pretty obvious who you're working for.
You're working for <emp>Harrowmont</emp>?
Look, best of luck to you, but I really need to leave.
Why, I'm Baizyl Harrowmont.
But you know that.
Why else would you--
I told you, I'm not fighting.
What more do you want?
Good.
I was just leaving.
The Proving's almost starting.
I should leave if you haven't found anything.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I figured you'd say that.
It's all my fault.
I should just go home and hide.
If you want me to register, you'll have to hurry.
The lists close after the first bout.
Bhelen's fighter, Myaja, has love letters that would prove I'm having an affair with a married woman--an Aeducan at that.
She said if I fight, they'll be on every broadsheet for the next month.
If you get those letters for me, I can enter the Proving again.
You have them?
If you can keep those letters from the public eye, I would gladly gift you with a finder's fee.
Say... ten sovereigns?
I will be glad to fight for Harrowmont in the Provings.
When you offered to help me, you had another reward in mind.
I'll give you ten sovereigns to show my gratitude in a way you understand, and then I'll sign up for the Proving, which is what you asked.
Thank you again.
I wish you could see the true value of what you've done.
I certainly can't argue with that logic.
Here you are.
Now pardon me, there's little time left to rejoin the Proving.
Thank you again, friend.
Where did you get those?
No, no, no, no, I-I don't want to know.
Just... thank you.
I can't say what it means to know my Revelka is safe.
There are some good fighters here today.
I wish I could be up there.
Congratulations!
My cousin will be proud.
Today, I shall win back my honor!
Congratulations and well-fought.
My cousin was wise to choose you.
The ancestors didn't favor us, but I'll always be grateful for what you did.
The palace sent a missive that my cousin is "disappointed by my lack of support." They say there'll be an investigation...
I guess our efforts paid off.
My cousin asked me to help lead his army.
The king just sent word.
For my "admirable taste in not supporting my cousin's rebellion," I won't be among those executed.
I just received word from the palace.
Revelka is forbidden to see me and I'm summoned for a "private audience." I'm dead.
Not if you take that attitude.
Goodbye.
What are you <emp>talking</emp> about?
Who do you think I'm working for?
Fine.
I'll win this Proving on my own!
Dulin Forender wants me to find out why you're not fighting.
It sounds like someone threatened you.
"Things you're not proud of?" Is somebody blackmailing you?
So you'd betray your cousin, just like that?
So you're afraid your affair will be exposed?
And now Bhelen's found out?
You disgust me.
The Proving's better off without you.
Would you fight again if your secret was safe?
You mean these letters?
I can get those letters back.
Did Bhelen threaten you himself?
What evidence does she have?
What evidence does Bhelen have?
So what?
If you tell me what's happening, I could help you.
Harrowmont's hurt that his own cousin would walk out on him.
Did someone make you drop out of the Proving?
Are you Baizyl Harrowmont?
Not so fast.
What are you trying to hide?
I've never seen you before in my life.
I'm championing Harrowmont.
Is that what you mean?
Nothing.
Sorry to bother you.
On second thought, I'm not helping you.
Not yet.
Let me go look for those.
Right.
I'm on it.
How much are those letters worth to you?
Never mind.
Just enter the Proving.
Is that all Revelka's life is worth?
I'll take fifteen.
That will do nicely.
I have your letters right here.
I can never turn away a man in love.
Then you'll fight in the Proving?
Perhaps a little token of your gratitude is in order.
You looking at something?
I guess we're going in the ring next, eh, Warden?
Just what I was thinking.
It's not hard to be tough with the best armor and a whole unit at your back.
His men know it, though.
If he gets a scratch, it's their lives.
They'd take on anyone rather than face him.
He's won a lot of battles that way.
But not always with the same men in front.
I fought a Proving here ten years ago to let the ancestors decide my innocence.
I've got the right to call another on anyone who falsely accuses me now.
In triumph, Warden.
In triumph.
Then why are we talking?
What are you waiting for?
How the sod did you do that?
And where can I learn?
Figures.
A surfacer's got no place fighting here.
Heh.
Not bad for a surfacer.
I'm gonna take first in the inaugural Glory Proving.
Then there's no point talking now.
And the winner fights Piotin Aeducan.
I heard he's bad news.
I hear you killed your brother.
I'm going to teach you to scream.
Looks like.
No idea.
Let's get to the ring.
I heard Piotin Aeducan is bad news.
Sorry.
I was just leaving.
Well, that's an odd choice, especially for someone from the surface.
Far be it from me to tell you your business, but you might want to take a closer look before you jump into local politics.
You say that like you're looking for me.
The Stone keep you and all that.
I'm going home.
I'd never speak ill of Lord Harrowmont, but things get more complicated when you mix in politics.
Were I you, I'd follow my example.
Resign and let Harrowmont fight his own battles.
Well, I'd look quick.
They're clearing out everyone who's not going to the ring.
Which is why I was on my way out.
I'm Gwiddon, by the way.
It's been a pleasure.
I've fought for House Harrowmont in the Deep Roads for twenty years and will again.
I don't regret a minute of that service.
But it's my family's job to protect this city, not get caught up in political games better left to the Noble Caste.
Was.
Name's Gwiddon, and I just tendered my resignation.
Somehow, I don't think the ancestors will favor me today.
Stone keep you.
I bet he did.
That man thinks nothing is beneath him.
Well, you can just tell him I had my reasons.
Look, I'm not in the habit of getting confessional, but they say you Wardens are discreet.
It's not so much what happened as what's going to.
I heard from a reliable source Lord Harrowmont's already given up the throne.
Bhelen called this whole Proving to let his Lordship save face when he concedes.
Oh?
And where did you hear this that's more reliable than a member of the Assembly?
Your Highness!
I-I didn't recognize you.
I mean, now it's obvious but--you have the look of your father... but who would watch for such a thing?
Do you truly mean Lord Harrowmont wants the throne?
And you'll help him take it?
Then I can do no less.
I don't think so.
Lord Harrowmont's not talking to anyone these days.
Well, that's not what I expected...
I know Lord Harrowmont.
He's an upstanding man.
He'd never lie to someone's face.
Whatever Harrowmont's plan is, Dulin would be in on it.
I'm sorry.
You seem sincere and I wish you luck, but if you're wrong, you don't have to live in the consequences.
I...
I suppose there's nothing his Lordship would do without consulting Dulin.
He's always been his top man.
Maybe you're right.
I-I'm just a warrior.
I've always tried to stay out of these noble politics...
If I find out this whole thing was some flunky of Bhelen's lying to me for his own gain, I'll...
I'll...
No, you're right.
I owe Lord Harrowmont more than that.
Maybe I will at that.
Exactly.
It lets Harrowmont save face by bowing to the ancestors' decision when he loses.
But how do you think it looks for the men who support him?
I'd back Harrowmont as he asked, but if he's giving up, I won't sacrifice my family so he can retire with dignity.
It's a pleasure.
Sorry it can't be longer.
You new in the fights?
I don't remember seeing you before.
What are you doing here?
They've kept all casteless off the grounds since that Grey Warden fiasco.
Oh.
Well, if the ancestors smiled on you, who am I to say they were wrong?
You looking for someone, or are you going to take my advice and head home?
I'll see you later, then.
Good fight today.
I'm sorry I had to sit it out.
May the ancestors favor both our fights.
You showed 'em!
The ancestors are smiling on Lord Harrowmont today.
Perhaps the ancestors are on Bhelen's side after all.
I'm reporting to the palace to prepare my troops for our first surface assault.
I knew Bhelen would take the crown.
I'm fighting to champion Lord Harrowmont.
Are you Gwiddon?
What are you trying to say?
I'm just looking around.
Aren't you fighting for Lord Harrowmont?
Are you one of the fighters?
Dulin Forender asked me to talk to you.
Why did you resign?
That's ridiculous!
Harrowmont isn't conceding.
From Princess <FirstName/> Aeducan.
From Prince <FirstName/> Aeducan.
So are you still going to sit out the Proving?
So, you'll fight for Lord Harrowmont?
<act>Lie</act> I heard it from Harrowmont himself.
Dulin.
And I'm rallying honorable fighters for Harrowmont!
Slink out of here like a kicked dog?
Go win big for Lord Harrowmont?
Get back in the Proving and knock some heads?
What an embarrassment for the men fighting for him.
So?
I don't understand.
Harrowmont is still in, and I've agreed to champion him.
Whoever told you that is lying.
You don't get out much.
I'm <FirstName/>, of the Grey Wardens.
Got your head in the sand?
I <emp>am</emp> that Warden.
Just looking around.
Don't take it personally.
Hanashan's a member of the Silent Sisters.
She doesn't talk to anyone.
Ancestors guide you.
We'll see you in the ring.
I am Farinden.
I serve as Hanashan's trainer and translator.
As a Silent Sister, Hanashan cut out her tongue like the ancient Paragon, Astyth the Grey.
As you might imagine, she requires my services for more... mundane tasks.
They're an order of female warriors, founded by Astyth the Grey, a woman of the Warrior Caste who first fought for women's right to be soldiers.
When no one listened to her words, Astyth cut out her tongue and dedicated herself to training, until she won a Grand Proving bare-handed.
The women who join her order cut out their tongues in her honor.
The Silent Sisters support the sitting king.
They are loyal servants to the Aeducans.
Then you have lost.
Even in the ring, every man and woman brings an army if people support them.
But she who fights without cause is only training.
May the ancestors choose their champion wisely.
Your bravado is meaningless.
When a Silent Sister fights, she doesn't do it with words.
If you would back up your claims, enter the Proving.
The ancestors will show who they think is worthy.
I'm surprised to hear that question from a woman like you.
Do you not know of Astyth the Grey, the original woman warrior?
The Silent Sisters are her followers.
Fine, then.
Ignore me.
I don't care.
Then I'll go find a more friendly reception elsewhere.
What are the Silent Sisters?
Whose side are you two on?
I'm on my own side.
Then may both our efforts triumph.
You should reconsider who you call king.
That's not a very polite greeting.
Greetings.
I'm <FirstName/>, of the Grey Wardens.
You are quickly overstepping your welcome.
This area's off limits.
Combatants only.
You want to talk, enter the Proving.
I speak with my blades.
You must be the Grey Warden.
Lucjan said one of you signed up.
Proving master said the Warden wants to show off his surface-fighting skills.
I guess we'll have to show what kind of tricks we learn in Orzammar...
I think the Warden's insulting our king.
And here we planned to go easy on you.
Is that an accusation?
It's illegal to threaten Proving fighters outside the ring.
Not helping them keep their dirty secrets, though... that's another story.
One man's blackmail is another man's honesty.
One man's villain is another man's king.
I bet you would.
Just tell Baizyl Harrowmont to fight.
Then you'll see them... on the front page of a broadsheet.
You haven't been here long.
You'll learn soon enough; nothing in Orzammar is private.
As long as someone can find out.
You've obviously been away too long.
You forget: nothing in Orzammar is private.
You will be.
We promise.
We know plenty.
But we don't like to share.
Watch out for Darvianak, though.
They say he killed his brother.
But the ancestors favored him in the ring, so he never saw punishment.
We were born together.
We fight together.
We'll die together.
The ancestors gave us one soul, but two bodies.
Everything we do, we do together.
I think the Grey Warden's worried.
Don't worry.
When we beat you, at least we won't taint you.
That's a little personal, don't you think?
Unless you want to find out?
Proving master said the Warden wanted to test her skills.
They said the Warden's here to fight for Harrowmont.
We're not giving anything more away.
So don't even try.
That was a good fight.
Myaja learned a lot from you.
So did Lucjan.
Don't feel bad.
You can't expect the ancestors to favor a surfacer.
Long live the rightful king.
All hail King Bhelen.
You fought for the wrong side.
But it's good you came to your senses... eventually.
This isn't over.
Bhelen will still be king!
Like how to kiss up to self-proclaimed kings like Bhelen?
I hear you've been threatening Harrowmont's fighters.
That's a good point.
I hadn't thought of it that way.
I'd like to see those letters.
It's a private matter.
You shouldn't interfere.
I'm not too worried.
Do you know anything about the other fighters?
You two fight together?
Great.
You two keep complimenting each other.
I'm leaving.
That doesn't seem very fair.
Everything?
You mean even...?
Maybe later.
That's... creepy.
Guards, remove this intruder.
So, you're the Grey Warden Lord Harrowmont brought in to replace his missing fighters.
Oh, believe me, I will.
If you're trying to insult me with my loyalty to my House, you'll find it's a tough road to hew.
There is no greater virtue than family loyalty... but I'd hardly expect a surfacer to know that.
You haven't said you're championing Harrowmont, but it's obvious Bhelen didn't send you.
Whatever Harrowmont's reason for wanting you here, he'll be disappointed.
I've been watching you, and I must say; I'm not impressed.
Your stance is sloppy and your eyes proclaim your every move.
I've no doubt I could beat you.
Of course, you'll never make it that far.
I'm surprised you made it this far.
The Aeducans have held the throne for nine generations.
The Assembly should have turned to every last member of our line before handing Orzammar over to some lesser family.
Just watch.
The ancestors will prove me right in the ring.
Well, I guess I can't call you "cousin," since the family renounced you and you're supporting the usurper.
That's an awfully transparent position.
You could never support Bhelen after what he accused you of, and everyone knows Harrowmont was the first to defend you.
But if I'm wrong, you can prove it easily.
Don't fight me in the ring.
You will learn nothing more here to bring to your master.
Your victory means nothing.
The Assembly knows better than to base its vote on one Proving.
You honor my cousin with your victory.
The ancestors favored you for a time, but true virtue won in the end.
The throne belongs to the Aeducans.
For the Aeducans!
Crown and throne!
Save it for the ring.
You're a sycophant who fights when his cousin snaps.
I fight in my own name!
I'm fighting for Harrowmont because he's the rightful king.
I haven't decided who I support.
So you're that Grey Warden who entered.
I don't understand those Silent Sisters.
I sure wouldn't want my sister cutting out her tongue and fighting darkspawn.
Piotin Aeducan fights like he's in the Legion of the Dead!
You should see his eyes--mad eyes!
Guess all of Bhelen's champions meant nothing.
They say Piotin Aeducan's going to lead an army to the surface.
Good day, stranger.
Welcome to the Proving arena.
We're still closed until the fighters make their preparations, but come back this afternoon if you want to watch the show.
Enjoy our grand city.
Oh...
I forget you surfacers do things so differently.
The Provings are where the best fighters in Orzammar prove their worth and the worth of their houses.
Provings can also settle matters of honor.
Whoever wins receives valos atredum, the ancestors' blessing.
Whoever loses is deemed unworthy.
All judgments in the ring are final.
This Proving will honor King Endrin's memory.
Are you interested in fighting?
Prince Bhelen called a city-wide Proving this afternoon to honor King Endrin's memory.
All the best fighters in Orzammar will face each other in sight of the ancestors and win honor for their champions.
Welcome to-- You!
What are you doing here?
Did the Grey Wardens realize what a poor choice they made?
I mean no disrespect, Warden.
I suppose you're here about the Proving Prince Bhelen called to honor Endrin's passing.
Yes, as you no doubt know.
Prince Bhelen called a Proving in his father's honor.
It begins this afternoon, and yes, as a Grey Warden, you cannot be barred from entering.
Come back when we open if you wish to repeat your dubious triumph.
Perhaps today the ancestors will be less... whimsical.
Then I'll pray to the ancestors for Orzammar.
And for the world.
My Lord Aeducan!
You've graced this arena so often I could never forget your face.
We heard you were dead!
What brings you back here?
Of course.
Your brother called for a showing of Orzammar's best fighters, to honor your father's memory.
It starts this afternoon.
Come back if you want to watch... or sign up.
These grounds are honored by your presence.
Then I won't take another moment of your time.
If you are looking to pay your respects, though, your brother called a Proving to honor your father's memory.
Would you like to take part?
My Lady Aeducan!
I'd recognize you anywhere.
I heard you were dead!
We're opening the roster in a few hours.
The Proving will begin shortly.
I'm sure you can find a place in the stands.
Or were you here to take part in the fight?
You've got a little time, then.
We won't be starting until everyone's ready.
Don't wait too long.
The Proving will begin as soon as everyone's ready.
Well, with politics what they are, many combatants are dedicating their fights to either Prince Bhelen or Lord Harrowmont.
Mostly Bhelen.
It's a regular parade of past winners out there.
Piotin Aeducan always leads a battle unit; he's the prince's cousin.
Myaja and Lucjan are twins from the Warrior Caste.
They fight together, put on a good show.
They'll all be in their chambers if you want to talk.
Let me just put you into the schedule, here...
Now, is there a particular name you wish listed?
We'll just call you "Grey Warden," seeing as those human names are a real burr to pronounce.
We actually have an opening in the first round.
Are you ready to start?
Come back soon.
You'll be fighting the bout as soon as both fighters are ready.
Fights start at the gong and go to first blood.
No eye-gouging, no groin pulls.
The rules of each bout will be announced when it starts.
You should be comfortable with normal weapons and lyrium-enhanced weapons, in single-combat, pairs, or battle units.
Looks like Seweryn's drawn first bout.
He was one of the youngest champions ever.
Beat his own father at twelve years old.
All for the right to earn his battle status two years early.
That's what I like to hear.
I will warn you, though: This is your last chance to make preparations or meet the competition.
Once the fights begin, there are no new additions to the roster.
All withdrawals are treated as losses and a sign of the ancestors' disfavor.
Do you want to start, or would you like some time?
The fighters' quarters are behind the ring.
Go down to the ring, then.
I'll be right there...
I'll just call you "Grey Warden," since those elven names are such a mouthful.
I'll just call you "Grey Warden," since you're no longer of House Aeducan.
I'll just call you "Grey Warden," then, and avoid us both some embarrassment.
I don't know if that's such a good idea.
Well, that's a surprise.
Never thought the Grey Wardens would take an interest in our king.
I suppose he'll want your title announced, then.
That will do him more good than a name.
I'll note that when I introduce you.
Now are you ready to go in?
The crowd's getting restless.
I guess I should have seen that coming.
Bad blood with your brother and all.
Being a Warden isn't good enough?
Now you have to worm your way into the highest ranks of society?
Never mind.
It's your right, I suppose.
My Lady Aeducan!
Everyone thought you were dead.
What are you doing back?
My Lord Aeducan!
We heard you were dead.
What are you doing here?
Oh, it's you.
What are you doing back here?
Did the Wardens realize their mistake and throw you back?
I suppose I can't deny you that right.
Ah, you're back.
Did you wish to fight in the Proving today?
Good!
You're back.
I was about to start looking for you.
Are you ready to fight?
Remember, once the fight begins, the roster is final.
No new additions are accepted and all withdrawals are marked as losses.
Next, you're up against Myaja and Lucjan.
As twins, they've always been allowed to fight as a single person.
They're Warrior Caste, but their mother was a smith, so watch out for Myaja's hammer.
And don't forget Lucjan.
Most fighters do... and end up with his knife in their spine.
Are you ready to begin?
Watch yourself.
This crowd will only wait so long...
All right, then.
I'll see you out there...
Next up is Roshen, the only survivor of the Deep Roads raid to retake the Kobaliman Thaig.
Well, this bout should be quick and dirty.
You'll be fighting Hanashan, one of the legendary Silent Sisters.
She's a ferocious fighter and dedicated enough to cut out her own tongue.
Pick a partner, because this will be paired combat against Darvianak and his second, Olaniv.
Darvianak's been a feared fighter in this arena since he was accused of murdering his own brother.
He fought to prove his innocence.
When the ancestors cleared him, he went on to be a four-time Grand Proving champion.
This should be a good match.
You'll battle Wojech Ivo, master of all weapons, prisoner of none.
He makes it a point never to use the same technique twice.
This is the championship round, a full squad-on-squad combat. 
Piotin Aeducan leads the same team he's taken to victory in over a dozen Deep Roads expeditions.
Are you ready to face the final test?
Come back when you've picked your team.
May the ancestors choose wisely.
The crowd is eager to see another victory.
This is a Glory Proving, fought under the eyes of the Paragons of Orzammar to honor the memory of King Endrin.
First up is Seweryn of the Warrior Caste.
Many of you remember when Seweryn made history as a lad of twelve by defeating his own father in this very ring.
Today, he fights as champion for the royal Prince Bhelen against a member of the famed Grey Wardens!
In the name of House Aeducan and our future King Bhelen!
First warrior to fall is vanquished.
Fight!
Today, he fights as a champion for Prince Bhelen.
Opposing him in Lord Harrowmont's name is a member of the famed Grey Wardens!
The Grey Warden will face the notorious duo, the Warrior Caste's twin terrors, now fighting as champions for Prince Bhelen--Myaja and Lucjan!
May the Stone honor you...
...when you fall.
This round, Harrowmont's champion takes on the notorious duo, the Warrior Caste's twin terrors, now fighting for Prince Bhelen--Myaja and Lucjan!
So far, the Grey Warden has won the field, but victory is far from assured.
Next to challenge that perfect record is expeditionary Captain Roshen.
Will he find valos atredum and defeat the Grey Warden?
It does me great honor to face you, Warden.
Harrowmont's champion has held the field so far, but how will he do against one of the legendary Silent Sisters?
We'll find out as the Warden faces Lady Hanashan, who proved her worth to Paragon Astyth the Grey by cutting out her own tongue.
And to our Prince Bhelen by fighting in his name.
Harrowmont's champion cleared the Stone.
But can she hold out against the Paragons' own favorites, the Silent Sisters?
This round is paired combat.
Just as Kiotshett fought as King Bloadlikk's second defending our empire, so have dwarves always fought alongside a second.
Grey Warden, choose your second, for now you face Lord Darvianak Vollney and Olaniv!
Master of all weapons, prisoner of none, Wojech Ivo has never won the same way twice.
What will he do today, lords and ladies, and will it win the day for Prince Bhelen?
Grey Warden, choose your second, for you face Wojech Ivo and Velanz.
Your trust humbles me.
You honor me.
Only two warriors remain.
Fighting for his royal cousin Bhelen, Piotin Aeducan has led his team to triumph over every unit so far.
Challenging him, the Grey Warden came from nowhere, cutting a swath through Orzammar's finest warriors.
Each will lead a full unit of four soldiers, to see once and for all whom the ancestors favor.
You fight well.
It will be a pleasure seeing you fall.
You fight well, but your judgment is questionable.
The throne will never leave House Aeducan.
You should not have returned, exile.
You are a disgrace to House Aeducan.
Challenging him on behalf of Lord Harrowmont, the Grey Warden has risen from nothing to stand at the competition's summit.
The winner is Seweryn!
The winners are Myaja and Lucjan!
The winner is Roshen!
The winner is Hanashan!
The winner is Darvianak Vollney!
The winner is Wojech Ivo!
The winner is Piotin Aeducan!
The winner is the Grey Warden!
That was an exciting start, Warden.
Seweryn is rarely trounced... and so thoroughly!
Very well.
We'll be waiting.
Excellent!
Let us go.
Well, that was an exciting bout.
Two on one and you took them both them easily.
Better and better, Warden.
I never would have guessed you could triumph over Captain Roshen.
Harrowmont will be pleased, Warden.
The Silent Sisters' support was a great boost for Bhelen.
You prove yourself a master of paired combat, Warden.
I congratulate both you and your second.
I congratulate you, Warden.
Once again, you show that no two mere warriors can hope to best you.
Wojech Ivo is one of the best this arena has seen, Warden.
Harrowmont picked wisely.
Congratulations.
You defeated the man Prince Trian himself once called "the horns of my army."
Do any deny this Grey Warden has earned the championship?
Good job!
Then, I am pleased to announce the Grey Warden as the winner of this memorial Proving, the favorite of the ancestors!
Spoken like a true warrior.
I'd call that arrogant, but your performance justifies it.
It was a gift just to watch you fight, Warden.
Through this day, we affirm the friendship between our city and your order.
The ancestors have spoken.
Then, it is my honor to declare this Grey Warden champion of the Proving, who has shown that the ancestors favor Lord Harrowmont!
The ancestors speak through you.
Congratulations, Warden.
It was a noble try, Warden.
The ancestors honor your effort.
Well, it looks like the ancestors finally came to their senses.
That was an excellent showing.
We were honored by your participation, Warden.
Exactly what I'd expect from an Aeducan.
It seems your uncanny luck still holds.
Oooh.
Piotin Aeducan leads his team.
Darvianak falls back at the last moment.
His soldiers sacrifice themselves in a last attempt to defend their captain...
Lords and ladies, a two-second victory for Baizyl Harrowmont against the twins!
Almost too fast to watch!
And another triumph for Harrowmont.
Gwiddon left the ring on his own two feet while Seweryn had to be carried out!
Look at that, lords and ladies!
The Warrior Caste's notorious duo, Myaja and Lucjan, won their second match against Deep Roads captain Roshen!
After crushing newcomer Karine Bemot, Prince Bhelen's sworn champion, Wojech Ivo, takes on four-time champion Gwiddon!
And for our next match, Baizyl Harrowmont is representing his cousin Pyral.
Opposing him in Prince Bhelen's name is Hanashan, of the legendary Silent Sisters.
Contestants, take your places.
There will be no new Provings until the king announces it.
Harrowmont must be cursing himself to have lost such a champion.
The ancestors truly favor Harrowmont to grant him a champion like you.
Sounds like fun.
I'll come back then.
What's a Proving?
And there's a Proving happening today?
What show?
Are you sure you want to insult me like that?
I'm here to defend Orzammar from a Blight.
It's not important.
I should be going.
Are there any Provings today?
I'm a Grey Warden, seeking Orzammar's aid against a Blight.
No.
Just watching.
I haven't decided yet.
I'll come back later.
I'd like to hear more about who's fighting.
I'd rather just watch.
Sounds interesting, but I'm not sure.
I'll come back later.
I'd like to sign up.
Yes.
How do I sign up?
Call me whatever you like.
I have a few things I want to do, first.
What are the rules of the Proving?
Who will I be fighting?
Ready and eager.
On second thought, I'll be back in a moment.
What are you waiting for?
I want to fight.
You know my name perfectly well.
You may call me <FirstName/>.
I'd like to fight as Lord Harrowmont's champion.
I'm just here to watch the Proving.
I'd like to sign up for the Proving.
I want to sign up for the Proving.
Who am I fighting this round?
In a little bit.
I'll be back.
Just point me to the ring.
Give me a little time to prepare.
Ready to win the title.
Quit stalling.
I'm ready to taste blood.
I'd like to dedicate my fight to champion Harrowmont.
And I'm ready to give it to them.
I'm tired of talk.
Let's get to the hurting.
Get ready to eat those words.
You honor me with this fight.
For the glory of Lord Harrowmont.
Prepare for a slaughter.
Sure, and may the dirt taste good when I feed it to you.
Ancestors guide my arm.
How about a fistful of honor right up that snout?
Then I'll be sure to be gentle.
Is self-mutilation supposed to frighten me?
For the future King Harrowmont!
I have no second.
I will fight alone.
I will fight only with my faithful hound.
I choose Zevran, of the Antivan Crows.
I choose the enchanter Wynne.
I choose Sten, of the qunari.
I choose Leliana.
I choose the sorceress Morrigan.
I choose Alistair of the Grey Wardens.
I will fight with Harrowmont's faithful warrior, Gwiddon.
In support of Harrowmont, I choose Baizyl as my second.
Shut up and fight.
May the Stone accept your blood.
The pleasure is all mine.
Baizyl, Gwiddon, join me for this triumph.
I dedicate my triumph to Harrowmont's victory.
My brother is the disgrace.
As my victory will prove.
I'll tear out his spine!
Who is my next opponent?
Are we done, then?
Because I could use a drink.
Naturally.
To Prince Bhelen.
May he rule forever.
May the Assembly heed the ancestors and choose Harrowmont.
Do not disturb me.
I must meditate before my fight.
Thank you for sharing such illuminating techniques.
Well fought, Warden.
The ancestors were honored.
You did me honor, Warden.
Go away.
I don't talk to admirers until after the fight.
Didn't I say I need to concentrate?
There's plenty of time to congratulate me after the fight.
Come back after the match.
I'll be auctioning off my sweat rag.
I've fought most of them before, of course.
Myaja and Lucjan are tricky.
I learned the hard way Lucjan is the one you have to watch out for.
When Myaja gets all flashy with that hammer, you never see Lucjan stab you in the back.
And Piotin's the best.
I mean, he's an Aeducan.
I've never qualified to fight anyone of his rank before.
Everyone knows about my great triumph: youngest champion ever...
No?
The proving master announces it every time...
So you're the Grey Warden?
It's an honor, really, a privilege.
You hear so much about the Wardens.
They say on the surface, they're the only ones who fight darkspawn and everyone hails them as heroes, and--are you taking recruits?
Well... maybe we can talk after the match.
You know, once you see me in action.
Not that we can promise you anything.
We're... well, we're a bit new to the Wardens ourselves.
Ahem.
Oh.
Well that's copper-plated.
Maybe...
I'll just stick to Provings a while longer.
A Blight!
Then that <emp>must</emp> mean you want recruits!
I bet you're here to pick the best fighters!
Am I right?
If that's true, it must be because of the king.
Believe me, dwarves know their duty in regards to darkspawn.
I promise: As soon as Bhelen's on the throne, you'll have as big an army as you need.
Then may our fight honor Prince Bhelen.
Oooh.
That wasn't smart.
You don't want to get on Prince Bhelen's bad side.
Actually, if you're fighting for Harrowmont...
I'd better go.
Oh.
Well, uh, maybe you could make a recommendation, to your superiors.
After you see me in action?
A Blight!
Well, that explains why you're here.
You'll need valos atredum before you take on something like that.
I'll talk with my captain about joining up after the Proving's done.
Really?
That would... that would be great.
I always wanted to travel with the Wardens, see the world...
Oh, and best of luck in the ring.
May the ancestors smile on you.
And me.
And, uh, the Grey Wardens.
I've got no business with Harrowmont's men.
I've been sick for days.
You should have seen me last week.
Uh, let me know when you're recruiting for that army...
Guess the Grey Wardens aren't all they're cracked up to be.
Are we ready to go?
I have my bags all packed.
Well, excuse me for getting in your way.
Do you know much about the other fighters?
Thanks.
I'll see you in the ring.
Tell me more about your career.
I'm told I'll be fighting you in round one.
Never mind.
I have to go.
Sure.
Come with me; I'll make you a Warden.
Actually, I'm building an army to fight the next Blight.
I'm glad you're eager.
Most people here don't seem to care.
I'm counting on that.
Actually, Harrowmont promised me troops.
I don't have the authority.
Actually, I need dwarven soldiers to help fight the Blight.
I can't make you a Warden, but you could join our travels.
Sure.
We'll talk later.
Watch for Piotin Aeducan.
He's won the squad combat four years running.
He has eleven decapitations so far; he needs just three more for the one-season record.
I'm telling you, Piotin will take the prize.
You can put gold on it.
Meet his... are you fighting today?
A surfacer ought to liven things up.
Well, it won't matter much given the caliber of folks you're up against.
Everyone wants to show King Endrin one last respect.
I don't remember seeing you in the ring before.
Wait.
You fought in the Glory Proving at the princess's commission celebration last year.
Wait, you fought in the Glory Proving at the prince's commission celebration last year.
Hey, I know you.
You're that duster who stole Everd's armor.
Best upset I've seen in years!
<desc>Scoffs</desc> Do I know anything?
Let me tell you, salroka, if Varick doesn't know it, it didn't happen in this ring.
You want anyone in particular?
You should stay and watch the show.
There'll be serious blood on the stone tonight.
Well, good luck.
I'll be watching for you.
Now there's a showman!
Never does the same thing twice.
They say he commissions a new weapon after every Proving.
I've seen him take out staves with daggers, axes with shields, and mace-shield-plate combos with double-axes.
People bet on <emp>how</emp> he wins, not if.
Heard anything?
I was sodding <emp>there</emp> when he defended himself against the charge that he'd killed his brother.
Won the fight in less than fifteen seconds, but refused to say whether he actually committed the murder.
They always get a good response from the crowd.
People love the whole martyr, cut-out-your-own-tongue-to-please-the-ancient-Paragon thing.
And they can back it up.
Mean fighters, the lot of them.
No difference one to the next, though.
They dress alike, look alike.
Gets a little dull, eventually.
Unfortunately.
Man's about the most boring fighter you'll see.
Likes to meditate until right before the bout, then comes in and barely moves.
Just stands there until something's in range, then "schwick."
They've a nice act going.
Myaja runs up front with that big hammer, and everyone's heard it's got lyrium veined through it.
Then Lucjan goes all quiet-like and dirks you in the back.
That halfwit?
Picked up a sword at twelve and beat his own moron of a father.
Since then, every woman in the Warrior Caste swoons for him.
Front row seats at every Grand Proving since my father took me on his shoulders.
Name's Varick.
I got a controlling interest in a mine off the old Rousten Thaig.
But my backers know not to hand me a pick any day there's blood on the stone, if you know what I mean.
Me?
Are you out of your mind?
I'm a miner, not a warrior!
They change from round to round.
Sometimes it's bare hands, sometimes weapons, sometimes pairs or squads.
It's announced when the fight begins.
That's about all the warning anyone gets.
Sure.
Like King Endrin was "just" a noble.
A Proving is a sacred art.
Any dispute brought to the Proving ground is settled by the ancestors' decision and no one can protest it.
Better believe I saw your victory last year.
Nice one!
You sodding bet!
First cousin, son of Endrin's own sister, <emp>and</emp> a second cousin from the Kenaldan Aeducan line.
When he was alive, Prince Trian called Piotin the "horns of the Aeducan army."
So, you decide to watch the fights, then?
What are you doing?
Get over to the ring or they're never going to start the fights!
I told you Piotin Aeducan would take the favor.
I can't believe it!
The ancestors came out of the sodding ground to kiss your feet, duster!
No more matches until the new king decrees it.
Isn't that nice.
Now if you'll excuse me...
Well, he's about to meet his match.
Do you know anything about the fighters?
Actually, I should get going.
I was hoping you've seen Wojech Ivo in action.
Heard anything about Darvianak?
What do you know about the Silent Sisters?
Have you ever seen Roshen?
I was wondering about Myaja and Lucjan.
Tell me about Seweryn.
Do you know much about the Proving?
I guess you've watched a lot of Provings, then?
Have you ever fought in one?
So the Proving's just a tournament?
What are the rules?
So, the Proving's just a tournament?
Is he related to Bhelen Aeducan?
Is the Proving just a tournament?
Actually, I've entered the Proving.
Get out of here!
Never understood why everyone thinks the Grey Wardens are so great.
Prince Bhelen will be happy to hear I've flattened you into the dirt.
Then stand down and let his champions win the ring.
Watch yourself if you want to make it to the ring...
When the sun shines in Orzammar.
Well, if it isn't little Lord Aeducan.
I hear you made meat of my little brother.
Looks like it's time to put the polish back on the Ivo name.
If Harrowmont has no one to champion him but a nameless exile, how will he find the votes to be king?
You know what they say: The ancestors help those who side with the winners.
This isn't some Glory Proving to celebrate a noble brat's first commission, exile.
You're fighting men now, not little girls.
I don't think so, exile.
You're a nameless surfacer now and my brother stands at Prince Bhelen's left hand.
I'm looking forward to humiliating you, just like my brother did.
Well, if it isn't the exiled Lady Aeducan.
Prince Bhelen will plant his throne on your trampled corpse.
When my arm heals, you watch out, duster!
When Bhelen's on the throne, you're going to hurt a lot worse than that.
Forget your politics.
I'll win this whole thing myself.
You idiot!
I'm working for Bhelen!
Keep flapping your tongue and I'll cut it off for you.
This Proving's going to Lord Harrowmont.
When Harrowmont's king, you and your brother will both hang.
I'm going to make you eat those words.
Your brother betrayed me and House Aeducan.
I hate leaving a man behind.
Thanks for your help.
I hope there aren't others lurking around here.
We will honor the dead as best we can.
Hold the body!
Don't let them make off with another one!
Careful!
I don't think that's the last of them.
You pulled us from a tight spot, friend.
You have my gratitude.
I am Lord Anwer Dace.
I heard nothing of another expedition.
What brings you here so fortuitously?
Well, if you mean coming here with so few men, you're sadly late.
I've never seen deepstalkers attack like that.
It's as though something has driven them into a frenzy...
I don't understand.
What could--?
These are the terms of a deal we made with Lord Harrowmont, but... the charlatan!
He's promised the exact same land to Helmi!
Thank you for bringing this to my attention.
I owe you twice now, my life and my house's fortune.
I can't imagine when we'd be traveling in the same circles again, but if so, you can be sure I'll keep an eye out for you. 
Ah, yes.
A favor for a favor.
My family is very influential with some of the surface merchants...
If you attend any of their stores, you'll find them quite obliging to any friend of the Daces.
I should not discuss such things.
But it is definitely troubling.
I don't think I could in good conscience support such a man.
We will certainly not support a man who would use my family like that.
I will tell everyone I know what a wretched trick Harrowmont tried to play.
May the ancestors smile on you.
What are you talking about?
I've dealt with Harrowmont many times and he's always been forthright.
I'm not ungrateful for your assistance, but I hope you have some evidence to back such an accusation.
That snake?
Believe nothing he says.
He'd do anything to win the throne for Bhelen.
Still... these are worth investigating.
I'll not have my house enter a deal unless it's to our advantage.
Thank you for bringing this to my attention.
I must return now.
My men need healing and I want to look into this.
Do you wish to travel with us?
Be careful then.
There are more dangerous things than deepstalkers down here.
Then let us reach Orzammar before more beasts find our scent.
And why would I do that?
I have nothing but respect for Harrowmont and he for me.
You've certainly come a long way to find me.
Is something wrong?
So how does an elf come to be down here, anyway?
So what's a human doing out here, anyway?
Thank you for your service.
Another generation of Aeducans takes the throne.
I hope he rises to the challenge.
Thanks to you, we were on the winning side.
A new face on the throne.
It seems not everyone was warned of Harrowmont's treachery.
You should look at these papers.
Perhaps you would return that favor?
Will you tell your daughter not to vote for Lord Harrowmont?
I am at your service.
Lord Harrowmont is trying to cheat your family.
Vartag Gavorn gave me these promissory notes.
No.
I'm going to explore further.
Sure.
Safety in numbers, right?
See for yourself.
I brought these promissory notes.
Tell your daughter not to vote for Lord Harrowmont.
Good evening, your Ladyship, Ser Gilmore.
Good evening, your Ladyship.
Good-looking mabari you have there.
The mabari is the king of dogs.
Respect him and he will be your closest companion, and your most loyal defender.
Puppy?
A dog such as this is not meant to be pampered and made fat on honey and sweetmeats.
Yes, his name is <DogName/>.
I love him; he's my puppy!
I'm quite proud of him myself.
He's just a dog.
You seem to know quite a bit about the mabari.
I know he is.
I am grateful that he chose me.
He's useful enough, I suppose.
He's only here because I couldn't get rid of him.
A mabari's trust is a gift, and should be respected accordingly.
Only a fool would toss it aside.
She doesn't deserve you, my noble friend, and yet you stay by her side.
He doesn't deserve you, my noble friend, and yet you stay by his side.
You see, that alone shows you the worth of this animal.
Whoever you are, we have nothing more to say to each other.
I was chosen by a mabari myself, years ago.
I was one of the Ash Warriors under the command of the old King Maric.
We laid down our lives for the king, and for freedom, and my beloved Valder paid the ultimate price.
Nothing was the same after that.
You could have gotten another mabari.
People die in wars.
What do you mean nothing was the same?
They say a mabari bonds with his human, but they often leave out that the bond goes both ways.
No other mabari could have taken his place.
What is an Ash Warrior without his hound?
There was nothing for me there anymore, and so I left.
Look at me.
I'm an old man.
There is no place for me on the battlefield.
I know about the Blight.
And were I but ten years younger, I would fight... but my time has past.
I urge you to return.
Ferelden needs her fighting men.
Then I wish you well.
You're a coward, leaving because your dog died.
I understand.
The life of a warrior is a hard one.
Wait a moment... perhaps there is something I can do to help.
You must know about kaddis?
The paint we use to create patterns on the fur of the mabari?
Ah, we didn't need you anyway.
It is a way for the warrior to easily spot his mabari from a distance, and the process of applying the kaddis, and its scent, often strengthens the bond.
Yes, I do.
What about it?
Yes, show me.
No, I don't need anything from you.
Very well.
I will stay here for a time, if you need my help, but I should be on my way soon.
The storm is coming.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Why, it just so happens that I find you... quite warm.
Tsk.
Come now, my Grey Warden.
Must it be so complicated?
Is there any reason not to?
So true, so true.
So you shall come to my tent?
But whatever shall we do in that tiny little space together while we wait for it to warm?
"Tawdry?" What an odd thing to say!
Have it your way, then, and sleep on your own.
Must I joke?
Must it be so difficult for two who are out here, alone, to come together?
Ahhh, that is too bad.
No?
Well, then.
You cannot blame one for trying, can you?
Good.
Then let us waste no more time with foolish talk.
Perhaps 'tis only the scent I perceive, but 'tis there nevertheless.
If it pleases you, you may recite the list to me at will.
There was a time when I thought you might be... interesting.
But it seems you are much the same as any other man.
More's the pity.
I...
I think not.
<desc>Snorts</desc> Because something must be amiss with me in order to refuse your charms?
You'll have to forgive me if I do not leap at your command like a trained warhound!
It...
I simply...
I do not wish to discuss it.
Leave me be.
Indeed.
The moment I begin to act the lover or the wife is the exact moment we need to end this charade.
Better that than acting the lover or the obedient wife, no?
Allow me to spare you such pains in the future, then, for both our sakes.
Simply because I have warmed your bedroll before does not mean I am beholden to do so at every snap of your fingers!
Your mistake, indeed.
The Waking Sea could freeze over and it would be "too soon."
So now you slink away, tail between your legs?
Is that how it is to be, now?
I said no.
Leave me be, if that is your only interest.
Hmm.
Perhaps.
Shall I consult my capricious nature and divine an answer for you?
I am to be indulged?
How exciting!
Let me think...
Very well!
It shall be as you wish, voracious as your appetite may be! <desc>Chuckles</desc>
I say not!
You are denied! <desc>Chuckles</desc>
Another time, my sweet.
For now, I shall leisurely pretend disinterest.
Oh?
Am I to be interrogated?
However shall you wring my secrets from me?
Why... yes, ser.
I always follow orders, swiftly and to the letter.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Never!
You will have to carry me!
Come now.
You'll make Alistair blush.
Spurned?
Truly?
Oh, whatever shall I do?
Oh?
What a wicked, wicked man you are.
Shall I take that as a proposition?
How direct.
Let us hope your other efforts are more... drawn out.
Of course you were.
I suspect you spend your nights chuckling merrily away to yourself.
Alone.
"Tawdry?" <desc>Chuckles</desc> So you have another reason to invite me to your tent?
Am I to mend a tear, perhaps?
But... have it your way.
Sleep alone in the chill night air, if it pleases you to do so.
Oh no?
For what reason, then, shall I join you in your tent?
Have you... something to show me, hmm?
I see.
Let's make certain we do not burn it down, then, shall we?
For you, my lovely Grey Warden, I shall risk even redemption.
Yes, I am.
I am evil and I need to be punished.
Yes, ser, Grey Warden ser.
First you are hot, then you are cold?
Games are so fun to play, are they not?
Why?
Is there anything at all in your tent I would find interesting?
Ahhh, I see.
Very well.
Let us start there and... work our way down.
And ending with you, I imagine? <desc>Chuckles</desc> Another time, perhaps.
As I recall, that is your game and not mine.
Then why do you keep asking?
And?
What do you want me to do about it?
Let's see this tent of yours, then.
Really?
I think you'll find me quite cold.
Morrigan, I... don't know about this...
I don't like you much?
No.
You're absolutely right.
Well we can't have that.
Nothing tawdry, I hope.
Yes, it really must.
I wouldn't do that to Leliana.
I suppose not...
Is something wrong?
I don't expect you to leap at my command.
Maybe you'd prefer we ended this, then.
Then stop acting like such a hostile bitch.
No?
Why the sudden change of heart?
My mistake.
I thought you might be interested.
It's too soon, I take it?
As you wish.
I'll leave you alone.
Could you?
Too kind of you.
Get in the tent, woman.
If you're going to be that way, then forget it.
Er... no, I didn't mean anything tawdry.
Oh, I'm not so wicked, really.
My tent is chilly.
I was hoping to heat it up a little.
I was thinking we could hold hands and recite the Chant.
The way you say that... you're evil!
No, I meant... really, really evil.
Follow me, young lady.
It is time for discipline.
Several things, actually.
Such as my lips, to start.
Are you playing hard to get?
Hmm.
You know, according to all the sisters at the monastery, I should have been struck by lightning by now.
Yep.
Lightning first, then the end of civilization as we know it.
I'm a bad, bad man.
Sure, but if you get hit by the lightning <emp>afterwards</emp> it hardly seems like an effective deterrent.
Meaning it was so great that the Maker Himself has decided to spare me the usual punishment, right?
Right?
Aww.
You do realize the rest of our little party here is going to talk, right?
They do that.
Oh, sure, now you say that.
By tomorrow it'll be icy glares and awkward silences right before battle, just you watch.
I won't have to.
Morrigan will give me "that look," I just know it.
You should really kick her ass for me.
I'd pay to watch that fight.
See?
This is why I love you.
So... what now?
Where do we go from here?
You're so practical.
You make me proud.
All right, I get the hint.
We have a lot to do, right?
And we should do it.
Before we go, have I told you that I love you?
I did?
Well, it won't kill you to hear it again, will it?
See?
Was that so hard?
Yes, ma'am!
You are so bossy.
Mood spoiler.
Maybe.
But not today.
It seems like we should.
I don't know... this isn't an every day thing for me, you know?
Maybe <emp>you</emp> can take it lightly...
Right.
I can handle that.
I hope.
Just so long as we're on the same wavelength.
Good to know.
Well that was... not what I expected.
To put it lightly.
I'll live up to my promise, I suppose, but... this is the family I've been wondering about all my life?
I can't believe it.
I'm sorry I gave her any money at all.
This is the family I've been wondering about all my life?
That gold-digging harridan?
I can't believe it.
This is the family I've been wondering about all my life?
That shrew is my sister?
I can't believe it.
I...
I guess I was expecting her to accept me without question.
Isn't that what family is supposed to do?
I...
I feel like a complete idiot.
Yes.
I suppose you're right.
I should.
Such as?
The only person who ever cared about me was Duncan.
And he's gone.
I care about you, too.
I really do.
I... thank you.
I'm glad you came with me.
Maybe.
I don't know.
I wanted something else, I suppose, and I'll never get it.
Yes...
I'm sorry, too.
I guess I should have known better.
Let's just go.
I don't want to talk about this any more.
Yes, I suppose so.
Lead on...
I want to get as far away from here as possible.
Very naive, apparently.
I thought that you cared about me, for instance, but I was probably wrong about that, too.
Very naive, apparently.
I thought that you were a friend, too, after all.
Very naive, apparently.
Let's leave.
I don't want to talk about this with you any more.
Err... hello?
Eh?
You have linens to wash?
I charge three bits on the bundle, you won't find better.
And don't trust what that Natalia woman tells you either, she's foreign and she'll rob you blind.
I'm... not here to have any wash done.
My name's Alistair.
I'm... well, this may sound sort of strange, but are you Goldanna?
If so, I suppose I'm your brother.
My what?
I am Goldanna, yes... how do you know my name?
What kind of tomfoolery are you folk up to?
Yes, I...
I think so.
I'm sure of it, in fact.
Look, our mother... she worked as a servant in Redcliffe Castle a long time ago, before she died.
Do you know about that?
She--
You!
I heard about the new king, and I wondered!
They told me the babe was dead back when mother died, but I knew they was lying!
It's you!
You!
I knew it!
They told me you was dead!
They told me the babe was dead along with mother, but I knew they was lying!
They told you I was dead?
Who?
Who told you that?
Them's at the castle!
I told them the babe was the king's, and they said he was dead.
Gave me a coin to shut my mouth and sent me on my way!
I knew it!
I'm sorry, I... didn't know that.
The babe didn't die.
I'm him; I'm... your brother.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> For all the good it does me!
You killed Mother, you did, and I've had to scrape by all this time?
That coin didn't last long, and when I went back they ran me off!
And who in the Maker's name are you?
Some elf to follow him about and carry his riches for him?
Hey!
Don't speak to her that way!
She's my friend, and a Grey Warden!
Just like me!
Hey!
Don't speak to him that way!
He's my friend, and a Grey Warden!
Just like me!
Ooohhh, I see.
A king and a Grey Warden, too.
Well, who am I to think poorly of someone so high and mighty?
Perhaps you will throw me in the dungeon?
Ooohhh, I see.
A prince and a Grey Warden, too.
Well, who am I to think poorly of someone so high and mighty compared to me?
I don't know you, boy.
Your royal father forced himself on my mother and took her away from me, and what do I got to show for it?
Nothing.
They tricked me good!
I should have told everyone!
I got five mouths to feed, and unless you can help with that, I got less than no use for you.
I...
I'm sorry, I...
I don't know what to say...
Well... so he's found it.
I'm his sister.
But what are you to me, boy, except the one who took my mother away, hmm?
You think I wished her dead?
I never wanted that.
I didn't have the life you think I did, Goldanna.
Maybe not, but you're to be king, aren't you?
That's something.
More than your nieces and nephews will ever see, that's for sure.
Sigh.
I suppose not.
A bastard is still a bastard, isn't he?
But... brother or no, I've got five mouths to feed and no time to spare until they are.
Well, he found it.
And what good is that to me?
None, that's what, unless he can see to it that his family lives as it should!
That so?
Well, he isn't any brother I didn't have before he walked through that door.
Unless he can make himself useful, he can just walk back on out of it, can't he?
You're right.
I don't know why I came...
I don't know why you came, either, or what you expected to find.
But it isn't here!
Now get out of my house, the both of you!
No!
Just... leave her alone.
It's her house, after all.
Let's just go.
It's her house.
Let's just get out of it and leave her alone.
I agree.
Let's get out of here.
I suppose maybe I could give her some money... for my nieces and nephews?
Fifteen sovereigns, maybe?
Would you let me give her that?
Then here, Goldanna... take this money.
I know it's not much, but--
You?
The bloody king-to-be standing right here in my larder and you're telling me that's all you got to offer?
You must think I'm stupid!
You, a prince, marching in here with your fancy armor and such, and this is all you got to offer?
You must think I'm very stupid.
No, wait, I don't think that at all!
I want to help, if I can...
You want to help?
You go to whatever high-and-mighty folks you run with, and you tell them you've got nephews and nieces that aren't living as they've a right to!
You do that!
Yes, great.
Thanks for reminding me.
Mmm.
Yes, apparently so.
Then let me promise you this, Goldanna: I'll do whatever I can, speak to whomever I have to, to ensure you and your children are taken care of.
Mmm.
That sounds all well and fine, but you'll have to forgive me if I don't exactly hold my breath.
You have my promise.
I can't give you more than that.
I... let's go.
I want to go.
Goodbye, Sister.
Then I don't know what else we can do.
I'm sorry, Goldanna, but--
I would love to help you out, but...
I don't think we... really have enough money to spare.
I wish we did...
Yes, it really seems that way, doesn't it?
I wasn't expecting my sister to be so...
I'm starting to wonder why I came.
And who in the Maker's name are you?
Some dwarf carrying all his riches, I expect?
And who in the Maker's name are you?
Some tart, following after his riches, I expect?
And who in the Maker's name are you?
Some servant of his, to carry all his riches, I expect?
No!
No, don't go!
I... please, stay for now.
That's... my sister's house.
I'm almost sure of it, this is... yes, this is the right address.
She could be inside.
Could we... go and see?
Do I seem a little nervous?
I am.
I really don't know what to expect.
I'd like you to be there with me, if you're willing.
Or we could... leave, I suppose.
We really don't have time to pay a visit, do we?
Maybe we should go.
I am not!
All right, maybe I am.
I am totally a coward.
I just... what would I say to her?
Does she even know I exist?
Will she be happy to see me?
Will she even know who I am?
Does she even know I exist?
My sister.
That sounds very strange... "sister." "Siiiissster."
Hmmm.
Now I'm babbling.
Maybe we should go.
Let's go.
Let's just... go.
No, I suppose not.
We have plenty to do, and she... might not even be home, right?
And what would I have to say to her, anyway?
You're probably right.
Let's simply go.
I can always come back another time.
This... this is my mother's amulet.
It has to be.
But why isn't it broken?
Where did you find it?
Why are you giving it to me, then?
Oh.
The arl's study?
Then he must have... found the amulet after I threw it at the wall.
And he repaired it and kept it?
I don't understand, why would he do that?
Maybe he did.
He might even have brought it with him one of those times he came to see me at the monastery... not that I would have given him a chance, as belligerent as I was to him.
I... guess you could be right.
We never really talked that much, and then the way I left...
Thank you.
I mean it.
I... thought I'd lost this to my own stupidity.
I'll need to talk to him about this.
The next time I see him, that is.
I wish I'd had this a long time ago.
I'll need to talk to him about this.
If he recovers from his... <emp>when</emp> he recovers, that is.
I wish I'd had this a long time ago.
Did you remember me mentioning it?
Wow.
I'm more used to people not really listening when I go on about things.
I don't know what to say.
You're special to me, too.
Thank you again.
Is this the part where the music starts and we begin dancing?
Because I'm game.
Where's the minstrels?
I don't know what to say.
I'm honored.
Thanks again.
Ho, ho, ho.
See this gesture I'm making.
Can you hear that?
Right.
Let's go, then.
And thanks again.
Ahhh, cheap trinkets handed to me nonchalantly by a beautiful woman.
How my heart soars.
Next thing you'll be throwing gift boots at my head, right?
Thanks for the amulet.
Even if it's not my mother's, it comes from you and I'll keep it nonetheless.
Thanks for the gesture, but if this isn't my mother's, it's just not the same.
Err... thanks for the gesture, I suppose.
It sort of looked like I remember my mother's amulet to be, but I guess it's not the same.
Oh, fine.
Hand your junk off to me, will you?
Next I'll be getting your smelly old boots and your laundry.
Thanks but no thanks.
I... suppose there might have been other amulets like these made, but I've never seen any others.
It looks very old.
So, what?
Did you buy it?
It looks just like the one I used to have when I was at Redcliffe.
Oh.
Well, it's a good replica, but... it's not the same.
Thanks for the thought, anyhow.
This... this shield.
It's Duncan's, isn't it?
That's his crest...
I did.
I really did.
I just never expected...
Thank you.
Truly, I had no idea his shield wasn't with him.
This is perfect.
I don't know how else to express my gratitude.
This means a great deal to me.
I can't believe you remembered it at all...
I...
I don't know what to say.
I'll treasure this.
Thank you.
Of--of course.
Thank you again.
Loghain better be ready to charge as soon as we light the signal.
The king is depending on us!
Maker's breath!
What are these darkspawn doing ahead of the rest of the horde?
There wasn't supposed to be any resistance here!
Now that's a scary thought.
They couldn't know about the plan!
How?
They're not that smart, are they?
At any rate, we need to hurry!
We need to get up to the top of the tower and light the signal fire in time!
Teyrn Loghain will be waiting for the signal!
Hey, you're right.
I guess there is a silver lining here, if you think about it.
Good point.
I need to stay focused.
Kill first, ask questions later.
Here we are: the Tower of Ishal.
Let's get up to the top quickly so we can be ready for the signal.
So.
I understand that this is it.
You've chosen someone else?
Because you can't have it both ways?
Or do you really think that would be all right?
Look, I...
I'm fine with it.
Really.
If it wasn't meant to be, it wasn't meant to be.
Zev's a lucky bastard.
That's all I really have to say about it.
I hope he makes you happy.
Let's get back to it, then.
We have plenty of other things to keep us busy.
Not really, but I don't have a lot of choice here, do I?
You're right.
We have plenty of other things to keep us busy.
Yeah.
Me, too.
Word travels quickly.
You know how it is.
First I get picked last for the templar sparring teams, and <desc>sigh</desc> now this.
You know... maybe this isn't the best time to be thinking about this, but I've something to ask you.
Seeing as we're in Denerim now, I'm wondering if we might be able to... look someone up.
You're probably right.
I understand that.
Still, we're in Denerim now, and if we get the chance...
The thing is, I have a sister.
A half-sister.
I told you about my mother, right?
She was a servant at Redcliffe Castle, and she had a daughter... only I never knew about her.
I don't think she knew about me, either.
They kept my birth a secret, after all.
But after I became a Grey Warden I did some checking and... well, I found out she's still alive.
In Denerim.
She's the only real family I have left, the only family not also mixed up in the whole royal thing.
I've just been thinking that... maybe it's time I went to see her.
With the Blight coming and everything, I don't know if I'll ever get another chance to see her.
Maybe I can help her, warn her about the danger, I don't know.
You're right, I know.
If I wait, though, and something happens to her, I don't know if I could forgive myself.
Her name is Goldanna and I think she remarried but still lives just outside the Alienage.
If we're in the area, then... well, it's worth a look.
I'm not sure.
I don't know anything about her except her name and where she lives.
Could we?
I'd appreciate that.
If something happened to her and I never went to at least see her, I don't know if I could forgive myself.
No.
I thought about writing her, but I never did.
And then we were called down to Ostagar and I never got the chance.
Chances are we'll be heading to Denerim soon, and when we're there I wonder if we might be able to... look someone up.
A former what?
No!
Do you honestly think I would suggest we go see... together?
No!
You're probably right.
I understand that.
Still, if we're in Denerim and we happen to get the chance...
No, I...
I know that.
That's not what I'm talking about.
I'm not talking about a friend, exactly.
And, no, it's not that sort of friend, either.
I'm wondering something.
I'd like to know your thoughts about some of our... traveling companions.
Do you mind if I ask?
How about Oghren?
You must have an opinion on the smell at the very least.
As long as he stays downwind, sure.
Once he's had a bit to drink, however... forget that, there is no 'bit to drink' with him.
No, no.
That would just make it worse.
Morrigan told him exactly what she thought of him and he actually drove her off with a string of expletives I didn't even know existed.
You should have seen it.
She actually blushed.
I was impressed.
And then he vomited.
Not so impressive.
Where?
You didn't think that big pack he brings with him is full of equipment, did you?
The man is a walking brewery.
Not that it's all bad.
Dwarven ale has its charms, I suppose.
I just don't think you need to drink to the point of blindness <emp>every</emp> time.
Oh, I have no problem with drinking.
It's the vomiting and yelling and cursing that gets a bit tiresome.
I would, too, if he could stick to the ribald stories and not so much with the belching and projectile vomiting.
How he lifts his sword is a bit of a mystery.
Well, let's just say that I'm not so surprised he's not married any longer.
How he lifts his sword is a bit of a mystery.
Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say.
For a drunk he's an excellent warrior, right?
How he lifts his sword is a bit of a mystery.
Though I suppose the point is that he does lift it.
And so long as we can point him in the right direction, he charges too.
He has gusto, I'll give him that.
Zevran.
The elf.
You can't... trust him, can you?
Do you believe his so-called vow?
That's a lot to put on a "maybe," isn't it?
He's an assassin.
The Crows aren't known for giving up.
Maybe he's just biding his time?
That's very trusting of you.
I guess you must have your reasons.
Well, at least you're considering the possibility.
He just seems shifty to me.
Hmm.
Well, if you are, then maybe I should, too.
But that doesn't mean I won't keep an eye on him.
He's just too shifty.
Yes, well he is at that.
So useful you could just <emp>die</emp>, right?
Really?
Why?
That's a lot of trust to put in someone who tried to kill you.
Yes, I see that.
Yes, the rest of us have noticed that.
Then why bring him along?
Don't you think he might try to kill you again?
Maybe he's just biding his time?
No, not at all.
It's a serious question: do you actually believe him?
Maybe a little.
That doesn't stop the question from being relevant.
Just... answer the question!
You're killing me, here.
Well... no.
Not really.
Of course not!
It's... it's still a serious question.
Do you believe him or not?
What about Sten?
The way he looks at me, with those eyes... creepy.
And he's so quiet for someone so big.
The more I talk to him, the more reasonable he does seem.
His philosophy is so strange, but it doesn't sound at all as vile as the Chantry describes it.
I know.
The more I talk to him, the more it seems like his philosophy is not so vile as the Chantry describes it.
It's an odd thing to think.
Yet he doesn't seem quite so bad as the Chantry tells us.
According to them, his philosophy is vile and evil, yet he seems so reasonable.
And yet he killed all those people.
He doesn't even deny it.
Doesn't that bother you?
I don't know if I like the sound of that.
But I guess I take your meaning.
Yet he seems otherwise honorable and even wise.
I don't get it.
Hmm.
I'm not so sure that his regret means the same as it would for us.
The qunari sense of honor is... a bit hard to grasp.
For me, anyway.
What about Leliana?
Is she crazy?
Or do you really believe in her vision?
Even the Chantry believes that most claims of visions and such are usually people's minds playing tricks on them.
Wishful thinking at best.
I'm not sure what I think.
That's one way to put it.
I notice that you and her have become... close.
Am I right?
The rest of us have talked about it.
You think we have better things to do than gossip about you?
You give us far too much credit.
Is it true or not?
I thought so.
Well...
I hope you know what you're doing.
Oh?
Liar.
Suit yourself.
Oh?
So it's true.
You don't fool me.
I knew it.
I don't know what to make of her.
If you look at her when she doesn't see you, she just looks so... so sad.
I almost feel guilty taking her away from her life.
Yes, I know.
Still, I feel badly for her.
True enough.
Who'd have thought a sister would prove to be an adept thief and spy, hey?
Good for you, maybe.
Her I'm not so sure about.
Oh, fine, fine.
Have it your way.
Stomp on my one little feeling.
Really?
I'm not sure I could dismiss it so easily.
I mean... it's not as if we didn't need the help when she came to us.
And how could she have known?
Maybe you're right.
It's not as if she could have known that we needed help so desperately, after all, yet there she was.
Morrigan.
Do you trust her?
Think about it... maybe Flemeth sent her with us for some other reason than she said.
Well aside from the fact that she's a complete and utter <emp>bitch</emp>, no...
I don't like her at all.
Why?
Do you?
Great.
So they were right?
Well, it's your funeral.
Sure.
Beautiful just like... like something that's also dangerous.
Like a... beautiful, dangerous thing.
Oh, I give up.
Do what you want.
Yes, one of those.
But more evil.
That's the most sensible thing I've heard out of you yet.
Just remember that she's dangerous, too.
And evil.
And mean.
Hello?
Have you met her?
I think she'd need a reason <emp>not</emp> to betray us.
Well, there is that.
Just tell me one thing.
Is it true what the others say?
Do you have a... thing going with Morrigan?
Tell me it's not true.
You think we have better things to do all day then talk about you?
Come on, tell me it's not true.
Oh-ho!
Someone's a little touchy, hey?
Attacking my manhood and everything.
That must mean it's true.
Well, fine, it's your funeral.
Enough.
I think my curiosity is sated.
Let's get back to it, shall we?
You are such a terrible liar.
I am so disappointed.
Well, it's your funeral.
Oh, so it is true.
Well, that's just great.
That's super.
Well, it's your funeral.
Don't tell me you actually get along with her.
Tell me she's just... useful.
And you're watching her carefully.
And?
You're just going to let her follow us around?
A maleficar and Maker-knows-what else?
Oh, ha, ha.
That's so funny I just about fainted.
It is not!
All right, maybe it is a little.
You may have a point.
Great.
I am thrilled beyond words.
No, really.
I've got this nefarious plan to go around to each of them and secretly tell them all the nasty things you said.
That way they'll mutiny and I shall become the group leader! <desc>Laughs</desc>
Hey, that's a pretty good policy.
Where exactly is lunch, anyway?
Ouch.
Now I'm wounded.
Look at me, bleeding all over the place.
You're just not very nice, are you?
What?
Lead?
Me?
No, no, no.
No leading.
Bad things happen when I lead.
We get lost, people die, and the next thing you know I'm stranded somewhere without any pants.
Seriously though, I'm only curious.
I've had enough time to form my own opinions and I just want to see if yours are any different.
Just try and stop me.
Let's see... where should I begin?
Why wouldn't I?
Of course I care what you think.
Aren't we friends?
Oh.
So it's like that, is it?
Fine, then, have it your way.
I'll just mind my business and pass the time... staring at stuff.
Over there.
Why?
I thought we were friends.
What's the harm?
<desc>Laughs</desc> Little Miss Grumpy Girdle rears her head once again, I see.
Have it your way, then.
You know, I've been thinking...
Oh, ho, ho, ho.
Funny, I'm sure.
Just listen for a minute.
Back when we left Goldanna's, you told me I needed to look out for myself more than I do.
I'm beginning to think you were right.
I need to stop letting everyone else make my decisions for me.
I need to take a stand and think about myself for a change, or I'm never going to be happy.
Then from this point on, I'll be looking out for myself more.
I should have done this a long time ago.
Oh.
I...
I thought for sure that you...
Never mind.
I'm confused now and probably not making any sense.
Just forget I said anything.
No, what you said made sense.
You were right.
I should be looking out for myself more.
Or did I not understand you?
I don't have to do it, I want to.
What you said made sense.
I should have done this a long time ago.
I just wanted to thank you.
Being with you is the one bright spot out of everything that's happened.
Fair enough.
Lead the way.
I just wanted to thank you.
Meeting you is the one bright spot out of everything that's happened.
I just wanted to thank you.
You've been a great friend through all of this, the one bright spot in everything that's happened.
Let's go.
We've got a lot left to do.
You're the one who came to talk to me.
I'm going to say what's on my mind, so just listen.
Look, before we go any further I want to say something.
I appreciate that you brought me to see my sister, and that you... well, that you were there to talk me down after we left.
You're a true friend and I... love you.
I just... wanted to tell you that.
Well!
Now that that's out of the way...
I... oh.
I guess I... mixed up one feeling for another.
I thought you...
I didn't mean to make this awkward...
Good.
I have no problem with that.
Let's just... go.
Right.
Forget I said anything then.
Let's just... go.
You're a true friend.
I just wanted to tell you that.
That we are.
I have your back; you know that, right?
Here, look at this.
Do you know what this is?
Yes, absolutely.
I'm trying to trick you.
Is it working?
Aw, I just about had you, didn't I?
I picked it in Lothering.
I remember thinking, "How could something so beautiful exist in a place with so much despair and ugliness?"
I probably should have left it alone, but I couldn't.
The darkspawn would come and their taint would just destroy it.
So I've had it ever since.
I thought that I might... give it to you, actually.
In a lot of ways, I think the same thing when I look at you.
I... don't know.
I guess it's not like you could... put it somewhere, or... wear it or anything, is it?
A gentle flower?
No, I... don't know that I'd put it that way.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Wow. "She'll never see through that," I told myself.
Boy was I wrong.
It's good to know I have one, at least.
I guess it's a bit silly, isn't it?
I just thought... here I am doing all this complaining, and you haven't exactly been having a good time of it yourself.
I'm glad you like it.
I was just thinking... here I am doing all this complaining, and you haven't exactly been having a good time of it yourself.
You've had none of the good experience of being a Grey Warden since your Joining, not a word of thanks or congratulations.
It's all been death and fighting and tragedy.
I thought maybe I could say something.
Tell you what a rare and wonderful thing you are to find amidst all this... darkness.
Ha!
You won't land me that easily, woman!
I know I'm quite the prize, after all, no need to start crying on me or anything.
I guess it was, uh, just a stupid impulse.
I don't know, was it the wrong one?
What else can I do?
Write a poem?
Pull your hair?
I just saw the rose and...
I suppose I did it on impulse.
Was it the wrong one?
Cute?
Cute?
Just what I was aiming for.
Ow, you could just... stab me in the face first before you say something like that.
I'm glad you like it.
Now... if we could move right on past this awkward, embarrassing stage and get right to the steamy bits, I'd appreciate it.
Yes.
Yes, I was.
Let the awkward and embarrassing stage continue unabated, then.
Oh, look, is that a cloud?
I expect rain.
Ho-hum.
Oh?
Your loss, then.
All the ladies go on and on about how suave I am.
I don't know how you can resist me like you do.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Bluff called!
Damn!
She saw right through me!
I'll be... <desc>Laughs nervously</desc> I'll be standing over here.
Until the blushing stops.
Just to be, uh, safe.
You know how it is.
Ow.
Now why don't you tell me how you really feel?
Well, you can't blame me for trying, can you?
It was stupid of me.
I don't know what I was thinking.
Just forget I said anything.
We have better things to do right now, anyhow.
Yes, that's right.
Watch as I thrash our enemies with the mighty power of floral arrangements!
Feel my thorns, darkspawn!
I will overpower you with my rosy scent!
Or, you know, it could just be a rose.
I know that's pretty dull in comparison.
Is it that easy to see right through me?
I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
So let me ask you something.
A personal question.
I'm wondering about... well, about Zevran, really.
It seems like the two of you have become quite... friendly.
I'm just curious... maybe it's inappropriate of me to ask, but what are your intentions towards him?
Is it very serious?
If you'll tell me, that is...
No, I...
I suppose it's really not.
I was under the impression that the two of you were romantically involved.
I would have said something sooner, but...
I didn't know how to put it without sounding... you know.
Jealous.
So now that I got that off my chest, let me ask something else: do you have any feelings towards <emp>me</emp>?
I'd hoped that was the case.
No.
No, I'm not jealous.
Ah, I see.
I can't say that I'm surprised.
I guess I'd hoped it might be different, that you would... that we were... well, no point in discussing that now, is there?
Why not?
I... am I hearing you right?
I thought you said there was something between you two.
"So?" I guess that means you don't see anything wrong with...?
I'm sorry that I brought this up.
Please, excuse me.
I'm... not sure what I would say to that, to be honest.
It doesn't seem right to lead him on.
Or... well, to lead me on, to be honest.
Either you're with someone or you're not.
Does that mean... that there might be something between us, then?
Or am I fooling myself?
Maybe it is.
I can't help that.
Yes, that's... probably for the best.
Yes, I...
I guess it is.
I should have known better.
I'm very... happy for you both.
Now, if you'll... excuse me.
If I waited for an "appropriate" time, I'd never get to talk to you about anything, would I?
No, not a joke.
I could think of one if I tried really hard, though.
Well, no, not very bad.
Not terrible.
Nothing that you should be worried about, anyway.
On second thought, maybe I'm lying.
I can't think of a good joke right now.
So all this time we've spent together... you know: the tragedy, the brushes with death, the constant battles with the whole Blight looming over us... will you miss it once it's over?
I know it... might sound strange, considering we haven't known each other for very long, but I've come to... care for you.
A great deal.
I think maybe it's because we've gone through so much together, I don't know.
Or maybe I'm imagining it.
Maybe I'm fooling myself.
Am I?
Fooling myself?
Or do you think you might ever... feel the same way about me?
So I fooled you, did I?
Good to know.
That... that wasn't too soon, was it?
Well, is it... too soon for this?
Ah.
Well, what can I say?
I tried my best.
Perhaps once this is all said and done with, we'll have more time to... talk.
Until then I apologize if I've been too forward.
Well, I'll have to arrange that, then, won't I?
Good.
I'll take that as a good sign.
What about Zevran?
I don't like the idea of leading him on.
You know what I mean.
Either you're with him or you're with me.
No.
I'm sorry, but I...
I just can't do that.
I'm sorry to put this on you, but I have to.
If you can't, then... then that is your decision.
I can't do it, otherwise.
I won't, I'm sorry.
Thank you.
I am a lucky man, don't I know it.
Ah.
Well, that's how it has to be, then.
He's a lucky man.
Maker's breath, but you're beautiful.
I am a lucky man.
Now let's get back to... what we were up to before.
Lest I forget why we're here.
Y-yes, that's me.
Funny man.
Well, there's... nothing more to discuss, is there? <desc>Sigh</desc> I'll just wander off and swallow my foot.
Maybe both of them.
Excuse me.
But that doesn't mean we would necessarily be fighting them together.
Yes.
Only one of the old sisters at the monastery used to never laugh at my jokes.
No matter how hard I tried, she'd just glare at me and then rap me with her cane.
Hardly. <desc>Laughs</desc> I would roll around on the ground, writhing like she'd killed me so all the other boys would laugh.
And then... she'd drag me out of class by my ear.
I'm not sure why I thought it was worth it. <desc>Laughs</desc> I'm a sucker for punishment, I guess.
Aw, that's sweet.
See, that's why I like you.
You're so sentimental.
You mind me saying something?
I just wanted to say that you aren't who I thought you were.
I know you probably don't care, but I just thought I'd say it.
So never mind me.
Just go ahead and ask whatever you were going to.
Nope.
Not any more.
Don't worry about it.
We have more important things to do, right?
Oh, wait, I get it.
I talk too much, right?
That was subtle.
You know what?
Never mind.
I'm sure it would be easier on you if I just talked a lot less.
Go ahead and ask whatever you were going to.
Of course.
Stupid me.
I'm sure you had something much more important to talk about anyhow, right?
Never mind.
Just ask me whatever you were going to that was so damned important.
Something you need, my dear?
What can I say?
Your wish is my command.
Fair enough.
Off we go, then.
Your desire is my command.
Join you?
In your tent?
No, of course not.
I heard you, it's just that...
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't be nervous, it's not like I don't want to...
Oh, that's not it.
At all.
Not that I want to seem... over-eager...
I must sound like a fool.
You know that I've never done anything like this.
With anyone.
I was... quite sheltered, after all.
I care for you so much.
Whenever I think of this, I feel like a bumbling idiot, all hands.
I wish I could be better at this...
I want it to be right.
With the darkspawn on our heels, death awaiting us at every turn?
Sure, why not?
Hot. <desc>Laughs</desc>
I don't know.
I'm willing to... give it a shot, if you are.
Then we'll wait.
Is my face red?
I need to go dunk my head in something, excuse me.
I guess I just can't be the man you want me to be, can I?
I'm sorry.
Maybe I'm not... the man you need me to be, then.
I'm sorry.
You know where it's going.
I'm going to be king, and what it means beyond that...
I don't know, yet.
I'll tell you one thing: I don't intend to let you get away, if that's what you're thinking.
King or no king, I'll find a way to make it work.
Arl Eamon wants to make me king at the Landsmeet.
I never ever wanted that, not in my wildest dreams... but I won't refuse it if it's in the best interest of the nation, either.
I love you.
You know that, right?
But I have no idea what being king will mean for us.
I'll have to think about that.
If I'm king, I have no idea what that would mean for us.
I...
I'll need to think some more about that.
Wow.
You don't hold back on the hard questions, huh?
I don't know where this is going.
We have the Blight to think of, first, don't we?
Everything else just seems so... distant.
Oh.
I...
I see.
Can I ask why?
If this is what you really want... then so be it.
I'd hoped... no, never mind.
It's done.
I guess it's better this way.
Let's not drag it out, right?
I'll leave you alone, then, since that's apparently what you want.
Yeees?
At your service.
What do you need now?
Something on your mind?
Not unless they were asking me for a favor.
Well, there was that one time in Denerim, but those women were... not like you.
Why?
Is this your way of telling me <emp>you</emp> think I'm handsome?
Just idle conversation, huh?
Not flirting at all?
All right then, have it your way.
Maybe.
It doesn't hurt to have a pretty girl say that, though.
Beats being run through with a sword any day!
So... is this the part where I get to say the same?
Oh?
Well, I'll think about it then.
Sometime soon, I'm sure.
Oh, I think so.
I'll just spring it on you when it's a surprise. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Oh, I get it.
I'll get it out of you, yet.
Oh, nothing much.
I just get to grin a bit and look foolish for a while.
Never...?
Never what?
Had a good pair of shoes?
I'm not sure I do.
Have I never seen a basilisk?
Ate jellied ham?
Have I never licked a lamppost in winter?
Make fun of you, dear lady?
Perish the thought.
Well, tell me: have <emp>you</emp> ever licked a lamppost in winter?
Make fun of my comrade-in-arms?
Perish the thought.
Well, you tell me: have <emp>you</emp> ever licked a lamppost in winter?
Ohhh, so <emp>that's</emp> what we're talking about.
I admit I've never had a woman just... come out and ask me like this, that's for sure.
Oh-hhh, so <emp>that's</emp> what we're talking about.
Well, if you really want to know, you tell me first.
A-and apparently you have no shame, as well.
Well all right, I'll play along.
And <emp>I'm</emp> supposed to tell you everything? "Just spill your guts, Alistair.
I'm bored and your private details exist to amuse me."
Oh, that's funny.
Such cruelty from such a beautiful woman.
If you hear sobbing later, that's me crying myself to sleep.
Of course you are, and you know it.
You're ravishing, resourceful, and all those other things you'd probably hurt me for not saying.
Nor I you.
Let us be off, then, lest your risque talk make my ears blush.
That's what I'm here for.
It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it.
I... did I say beautiful?
Do you... have any particular opinion on my saying that?
Then I'll have to think of something more provocative next time, won't I?
Until then, we should get under way, no?
I've many tearful nights in my tent to contemplate, after all.
I... yes, of course.
I see exactly what you mean.
Ah.
Well said.
Ha... ha... ha.
Your cruel interrogation will be remembered forever!
I've been told that.
But your telling me gives me a wound that will last forever, I tell you.
Forever!
Oh, that's funny.
Your cruel japes will be remembered, ser.
If you hear sobbing later, that's me crying myself to sleep.
Fine. .
I never have.
Not that I haven't thought about it, of course, but... you know.
Good.
I hear it's quite painful.
I remember one of the younger initiates did it on a dare, once, and there was pointing and laughing... oh, the humanity.
I, myself, have also never done it.
That.
Not that I haven't thought about it, of course, but... you know.
Well, living in the Chantry, is... not exactly a life for rambunctious boys.
They taught me to be a gentleman, especially in the presence of beautiful women such as yourself.
That's not so bad, is it?
Good.
You'd... want a gentleman to court you, wouldn't you?
If... if you were to be courted by someone, that is.
That's good to know.
I'll have to remember that.
I've... no urge to rush into anything.
We may not even survive what is to come, after all.
Enough.
I don't want to talk about this any more.
Let's go.
Well, living in the Chantry is... not exactly a life for rambunctious boys.
They raised me to be a gentleman.
That's not so bad, is it?
Just the once?
And you didn't lose half of your tongue in the process?
I'm impressed.
I, myself, never had the pleasure.
Not that I haven't thought about it, of course, but... you know.
Cute?
Well, hearing that from a beautiful woman does make me feel much luckier; I'll say that.
That's... a disturbing mental image you've conjured for me, right there.
But how?
This painful and cruel interrogation will haunt me, I tell you.
Haunt me forever!
Or maybe just until lunch.
Lunch makes everything better.
Oh, look!
I have cheese!
You mean other than becoming a Grey Warden?
Hmm.
You know, I asked Duncan this, too, and all I got was, "You'll see."
It's not that Duncan wants to keep it a secret.
It's just that the Grey Wardens don't discuss it much.
I gather it's not a pleasant topic.
The first change I noticed was an increase in appetite.
I used to get up in the middle of the night and raid the castle larder.
I thought I was starving.
I'd slurp down every dinner like it was my last, my face all covered in gravy.
When I'd look up, the other Grey Wardens would stare... then laugh themselves to tears.
More like an initiation.
They all went through it, too.
Really?
Because I was watching you wolf down food the other day and I thought, "It's a good thing she gets a lot of exercise."
Not at all.
I've never seen a pig eat like that.
Ever. <desc>Laughs</desc> I jest!
I jest!
Don't kill me!
I suppose it could affect women differently from men.
I never asked.
I'll say!
Uh...
I didn't mean it like that.
Heh.
Don't hit me!
I bruise easily!
Really?
I saw you eating dinner the other day.
Savage.
Fine, I take it back.
But if you keep shoveling down our rations like that, the entire party's going to starve.
I guess it affects people differently.
Regardless of the cause, you're still a savage.
Heh.
Ah, yes.
The classy camaraderie of two men traveling out in the open.
I take it you were like this before the Joining, then?
That's me: Alistair the pig.
I can go through a trough in five seconds flat, just you watch!
Oh... and then there were the nightmares.
Duncan said it was part of how we sense the darkspawn.
We tap into their... well, I don't know what you'd call it.
Their "group mind."
And when we sleep, it's even worse.
You learn to block it out after a while, but at first it's hard.
It's supposed to be worse for those who Join during a Blight.
How is it for you?
Some people never have much trouble, but that's rare.
Others have trouble sleeping their entire life.
They're just more sensitive, I suppose.
Everyone ends up the same, though.
Once you reach a certain age, the real nightmares come.
That's how a Grey Warden knows his time has come.
Oh, that's right.
We never had time to tell you that part, did we?
Well, in addition to all the other wonderful things about being a Grey Warden, you don't need to worry about dying from old age.
You've got thirty years to live.
Give or take.
The taint... it's a death sentence.
Ultimately your body won't be able to take it.
When the time comes, most Grey Wardens go to Orzammar and die in battle rather than... waiting.
It's tradition.
And you wondered why we kept the Joining a secret from the new recruits!
There you have it.
You know, Duncan... he started having the nightmares again.
He told me that--in private.
He said it wouldn't be long before he'd go to Orzammar himself.
I guess he got what he wanted.
I just wish it had been something worthy of him.
Why?
Because he made you take the Joining?
You know why you're here, and it isn't because of him!
Maker's breath, I can't believe you'd even say such a thing!
Why?
Because he made you take the Joining?
You know why you're here, and it isn't because of him!
We can look forward to ending the Blight.
That's what's supposed to make this worth it.
I know.
Ending the Blight... should make this all worthwhile, right?
You think if we asked for volunteers, that Grey Wardens would exist?
Maybe a few.
You wouldn't be here.
Neither would I, probably.
And the Blight needs to be stopped.
I suppose it is.
We're the only ones who can stop the Blight, however.
Is there a price too high to pay for that?
You'll always find darkspawn down where the dwarves are.
The oldest Grey Wardens head to the Deep Roads for one last glorious battle.
Not that there's a shortage of darkspawn during a Blight, but that's the tradition.
The dwarves respect us for it.
We're all going to die.
When Duncan told me, I was <emp>angry</emp>.
He put his hand on my shoulder and said this: "It's not how you die that's important.
It's how you live."
I have other lines for you, trust me.
I can think of much better lines for you.
Understood.
I might, just you wait.
I didn't know them for very long, but I guess it was longer than you.
You never met them all, did you?
They were quite a group.
Actually, they felt like an extended family, since we were all cut off from our former lives.
We also laughed more than you'd think.
There was this one time... well, you probably don't want to hear stories about men you didn't know.
Not as Grey Wardens.
Not while I was there.
I saw pictures of some, though none of them were as pretty as you are.
Not as Grey Wardens, not while I was there.
I saw pictures of some who had been, and they all seemed to be able warriors.
One was even a templar.
Just one, a man named Tarimel.
He kept to himself, mostly.
I got the impression that his life before the Grey Wardens was... unpleasant.
There was one when I first joined, a dwarf named Kherek.
He was one of the elders and he... left for Orzammar before the reports of the Blight began.
It's too bad, really.
Kherek said that he never wanted to go back.
He wanted to die fighting darkspawn on the surface.
There was one Grey Warden who came all the way from the Anderfels.
What was his name?
Gregor?
Grigor?
He was a burly man with the biggest, fuzziest beard you've ever seen.
And the man could <emp>drink</emp>.
He drank all the time but never got drunk.
Finally we all made a pool to see just how many pints it would take to put him under the table.
Sometimes.
We were kin, of a sort.
All of us had gone through the Joining, so we knew... anyhow, it doesn't have to be deadly serious all the time.
Oh, it wasn't always like that.
Does it have to be serious and deadly all the time?
Oh, I honestly doubt it.
You might have tried, but this fellow had a supernatural constitution, I swear.
Anyhow, we never did find out.
He said he'd drink a pint for every half-pint that the rest of us drank.
He was still going by the time the rest of us were passed out.
I'm told that Duncan walked in later on and saw us all passed out from one end of the hall to the other, and Gregor still drinking.
Duncan laughed until he nearly... until...
Yes, I...
I suppose so.
I thought I was done with this, but...
It just struck me that I have nothing to remember Duncan by.
Nothing at all.
There's no body, not even a token of his that I could... take with me.
That must... sound really stupid to you.
I just would have liked something of his to take with me, that's all.
Well, there's no use in moaning about it, is there?
He's gone.
Let's just go.
Never mind.
I don't want to talk about the Grey Wardens any more.
Let's just go.
I know, I just...
I wasn't expecting it to hit me.
I'm sorry.
Then there's nothing really for me to tell, is there?
You never asked?
<desc>Sigh</desc> All right, if you want the full explanation, I'll give it to you.
The thing is, I'm used to not telling anyone who didn't already know.
It was always a secret.
Even Duncan was the only Grey Warden who knew.
And then after the battle when I should have told you...
I don't know.
It seemed like it was too late by then.
How do you just tell someone that?
Yes, well...
I suppose part of me kind of liked you not knowing.
It's just that anyone who's ever found out has treated me differently afterwards.
I was the bastard prince instead of just being Alistair.
More dangerous than the regular kind of danger we've faced since the battle?
I don't know about that.
They treat me differently.
I become the bastard prince to them instead of just Alistair.
I know that must sound stupid to you, but I hate that it's shaped my entire life.
I never wanted it, and I certainly don't want to be king.
The very idea of it terrifies me.
For all the good it does me.
My blood seems certain to haunt me no matter what I do.
And now Arl Eamon plans to put me forward as the heir.
It never ends, does it?
I guess I should be thankful that Arl Eamon is far more likely to inherit the throne.
If he's all right.
I hope he's all right.
I guess I should be thankful that Arl Eamon is far more likely to inherit the throne than I am.
He's not royal blood, but he was Cailan's uncle... and more importantly is very popular.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry for not telling you sooner.
I...
I guess I was just hoping that you would like me for who I am.
It was a dumb thing to do.
No, but now I wish I were.
Forget I said anything.
Oh, I... oh.
You see, I didn't know that.
I understand.
I...
I wish I could take it back.
I guess it's kind of a relief that you know now.
Let's go.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry for not telling you sooner.
It was a dumb thing to do.
Thanks.
What else can you expect from me, right?
You can say that again.
I don't think I've ever had a choice in the matter.
Right from when I was born, all my choices have been made for me.
Hello?
Have you met me?
I...
I'm no leader of men.
I don't want to be the person sitting on the throne and making decisions that affect the lives of others.
That... it just isn't me.
Thanks.
It's nice to know you'll be there to support me.
I'll point out that you did ask.
I...
I should have told you anyway.
It was important for you to know.
I guess part of me liked you not knowing.
No.
No, calm down.
I'm not trying to make you more upset, I... <desc>sigh</desc> Let me explain.
We are friends.
I didn't mean to... it wasn't supposed to... <desc>sigh</desc> Let me explain.
No, please don't think that.
It's not that I didn't trust you.
It's... <desc>sigh</desc> Please, let me try to explain.
Well... not just that.
I wasn't... trying to deceive you on purpose.
I... let me explain.
I think I've heard this somewhere.
It seems to be a theme, doesn't it?
Don't worry about it.
I'll chalk it up to a woman's prerogative, right?
You're forgiven.
Don't worry about it, honestly.
Right.
Let's just forget about it, shall we?
Touchy, are we?
I can't imagine what you wanted to apologize for.
Don't worry about it.
It's already forgotten.
You do?
What do you know, wishes really do come true, sometimes.
How could I not?
You're too pretty not to forgive.
Consider it forgotten.
Done and done!
Easy, isn't it?
Let's never speak of it again.
I just love the way you apologize.
It's so novel and fresh!
Like crisp mountain air!
Yeah, true.
Stupid apologies.
Always taking so long.
Back to the adventure!
Yes, me too.
And I got the feeling at the end, there, that it saw us.
Was aware of us.
Whatever you want to call it.
It could have just been my imagination, I suppose.
What do you think?
I thought we were already being extra careful.
Does that mean we have to be extra, extra careful now?
Great.
And there I was, enjoying my nap.
You know how some people want to be right all the time?
Me not so much.
Good.
I'd like to go on believing that for a while longer anyway.
Well, short of waltzing through the entire darkspawn horde and tapping it on the nose, I'm not sure just how we're supposed to do that.
But killing the archdemon is the general plan, I understand.
Good to have you on board.
I guess one thing is certain, at least, isn't it?
It's official.
This is a Blight.
Such as they are.
That's a good question.
There's plenty in Orlais, but who knows where they might be found.
And the nearest Orlesian city is weeks away.
If we go north and cross the sea, there's bound to be some in the Free Marches.
Again, however, I just don't know where.
I don't know anything about Grey Wardens in other lands.
Here in Ferelden there's our compound in Denerim, at the palace, but that's it.
Loghain will have control over that and be watching it, no doubt.
Beyond that, the only place I know of is Weisshaupt Fortress... that's the headquarters of all Grey Wardens in the Anderfels, a thousand miles from here.
But I've no idea how to even contact them.
So unless we try to get back to the compound in Denerim, I suppose the answer is no... there's nowhere for us to go.
I imagine that eventually the Grey Wardens outside of Ferelden will wonder what's happened, why there's no contact from Duncan or someone.
They'll send someone eventually, though who knows what Loghain's people in Denerim will tell them.
Maybe they won't send anyone.
We could try to contact them, but that would mean leaving Ferelden... and even if we did, they couldn't come back with us in time to stop the Blight.
So that means whatever happens... it's up to us.
I mean, eventually we would have to use the Joining to make more Grey Wardens, right?
But I don't know how to do the Joining, or what's involved.
I know it involves lyrium and some other magic, and that's it's really difficult to prepare.
But that's it.
Unless we can find out more about the Joining, I guess we'd better get used to the idea that there might only be two of us for now.
Until more come from elsewhere.
Just left?
You mean just left Ferelden?
I... don't know.
If there's an archdemon, however, we're supposed to be the only ones who can defeat it.
And that means the Blight would grow unchecked.
Eventually other Grey Wardens in Orlais and other lands would hear about it and they would come to fight it, but they wouldn't come in time to save Ferelden.
There's no way.
I'm not going anywhere.
About the Grey Wardens anyhow.
Fair enough.
Same way you did.
You drink some blood, you choke on it and pass out.
You haven't forgotten already, have you?
I do my best.
What can I say?
Let's see, I was in the Chantry before.
I trained for many years to become a templar, in fact.
That's where I learned most of my skills.
That's what I was trained for, though I never got to hunt any actual mages.
I ended up joining the Grey Wardens before I took the sacramental vows.
It's really for the best.
I'm not exactly the Chantry type, if you haven't noticed.
I don't think I would have made a very good templar.
The grand cleric didn't want to let me go.
Duncan was forced to conscript me, actually, and was she ever furious when he did.
I thought she was going to have us both arrested.
I was lucky.
I don't know.
Maybe.
When he came looking for recruits, I just remember praying fervently to the Maker that he would pick me.
I'll always be thankful to Duncan for recruiting me.
If it hadn't been for him, you know, I would never...
I wouldn't have...
No, it's...
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't be... it's fine.
He died a hero.
They all did.
Yes, you're right.
I should be angry for what happened to him, not sad.
I shouldn't forget what Loghain did.
Come on, let's go.
I think I'm done talking.
Oh, I suppose the Chantry life is good enough for some.
Here we have the chance to fight against the Blight, to actually do some good instead of sitting in a temple somewhere.
I wondered that myself.
It's not as if she valued me highly.
I think she just didn't want to give anything to the Grey Wardens, is all.
The Chantry didn't lose much.
And I think I can do more fighting the Blight anyhow rather than sitting in a temple somewhere.
You're telling me.
I was banished to the kitchens to scour the pots more times than I can count.
And that's a lot; I can count pretty high.
<desc>Laughs</desc> It wasn't an easy life, you know.
I don't know whether or not you've noticed, but I'm not exactly the Chantry type.
I never meant it that way, don't be like that.
You're cute when you get all irritable, you know that?
You get this little knot right between your--oh, never mind.
Well, aren't you little Miss Grumpy Girdle?
Ah, my secret is out.
Now at last I can stop pretending!
Pardon the drooling.
Don't tell anyone else.
They'll just mock me in my sleep, and I'm very sensitive.
Oh, fine, have it your way.
Look, I'll even stand up straight, if you like.
All right, all right.
No sense of humor for you, hey?
You don't have to do that.
I know you didn't know him as long as I did.
I... should have handled it better.
Duncan warned me right from the beginning that this could happen.
Any of us could die in battle.
I shouldn't have lost it, not when so much is riding on us, not with the Blight and... and everything.
I'm sorry.
I'd... like to have a proper funeral for him.
Maybe once this is all done, if we're still alive.
I don't think he had any family to speak of.
I suppose he did.
It probably sounds stupid, but part of me wishes I was with him.
In the battle.
I feel like I abandoned him.
Of course I'd be dead, then, wouldn't I?
It's not like that would make him happier.
Yes.
I know.
I think he came from Highever, or so he said.
Maybe I'll go up out there sometime, see about putting up something in his honor.
I don't know.
The Dalish don't practice cremation, do they?
How do your people honor your dead?
That... sounds quite beautiful, life springing from death.
Thank you.
It was good to talk about this with a friend.
It means a lot to me.
Thank you.
Really, I mean it.
It was good to talk about it, at least a little.
I'd like that.
So would he, I think.
That's good to hear.
It's nice to know I'm not the only one who remembers him well.
Sure, nobody needs to know what a softie you are.
It's our little secret.
Oh.
Sorry about that.
Let's... get going.
We still have a lot to do, right?
Dwarves don't practice cremation, do they?
How do your people honor your dead?
I... heard about that, now that I think about it.
Their spirits return to the rock, strengthening the foundation of the thaig?
It sounds so strange.
Have you... had someone close to you die?
Not that I mean to pry, I'm just...
Oh, of... of course.
How stupid of me to forget.
Here I am going on and on about Duncan and you...
I'm so sorry.
Yes, I suppose you... must have.
I can't even imagine, really.
That must have felt a lot like when I got sent to the Chantry.
You mages don't even get a say in the matter, after all.
Yes, I... imagine you really have, haven't you?
I don't know.
I have no idea what the Grey Wardens do for their... when they fall in battle.
You're right.
This isn't really the time to mourn, is it?
Not when there's so many who are still going to die unless we do something.
Mourning can come later.
By the time the snows come, this will all be done one way or the other.
Don't worry.
So long as we're looking at taking down that bastard, Loghain, I won't be losing any sleep at night.
And quite frankly, I regret you ever seeing me fall apart.
I wish you hadn't been there at all.
Let's just get going, shall we?
And thanks for the warm concern.
For a moment there I thought you might actually have cared.
Did I say that?
I meant that dogs raised me.
Giant, slobbering dogs from the Anderfels.
A whole pack of them, in fact.
Well, it wasn't until I was eight that I discovered you didn't have to lick yourself clean.
Old habits die hard, you know.
And my table manners, too.
Though, come to think of it, they weren't all that different from the other templars.
Well if you're going to go and pay attention to the facts, then fine, fine.
Let's see.
How do I explain this?
I'm a bastard.
And before you make any smart comments, I mean the fatherless kind.
My mother was a serving girl in Redcliffe Castle who died when I was very young.
Arl Eamon wasn't my father, but he took me in anyhow and put a roof over my head.
He was good to me, and he didn't have to be.
I respect the man and I don't blame him any more for sending me off to the Chantry once I was old enough.
And family, of a sort.
He was King Maric's brother-in-law, which makes him my... uncle?
No, not even that.
Anyhow, he didn't have to take me in.
He could have sent me anywhere to be raised.
I guess he did it out of loyalty to Maric.
They were the best of friends.
I... tried to tell you this earlier, when we got to Redcliffe.
My father was King Maric.
King Cailan was my... half-brother, I suppose.
How?
When would I say that? "Oh, by the way, King Maric had sex with a servant and she produced an inconvenient bastard son.
That's me."
Everyone who knew either resented me for it or they coddled me... even Duncan kept me out of the fighting because of it.
I... guess I was glad that you didn't know.
I'm sorry.
Good.
I'm glad.
It's not like it's ever brought me anything decent, anyhow.
At any rate, that's it.
That's what I had to tell you.
I thought you should know about it.
Besides my unholy love of fine cheeses and a minor obsession with my hair, no.
That's it.
Just the prince thing.
No!
Maker's breath, just hearing that gives me a heart attack!
It's not true, anyhow...
I'm the son of a commoner and a Grey Warden.
It was always made clear that the throne is not in my future.
Did I just find the one damn decent thing about my birthright?
I think I did.
Because it will probably come up.
I didn't want to walk into Redcliffe without you knowing the truth, that would be just... awkward.
Look, I said I'm sorry!
I know I should have said something.
It's... never brought me anything but problems.
I wish it weren't even true.
You're right.
I should have.
It's brought me nothing but problems, to be honest.
I have no idea.
Probably.
He was King Maric's best friend.
I don't know if that means anything, though...
I certainly never considered the idea that it might ever be important.
Maker's breath, I hope not!
I don't think so... you don't think so, do you?
I'm a bastard, and nobody even knows about me.
I know who I was told was my father.
He died even before my mother did, anyhow.
It isn't important.
Arl Eamon eventually married a young woman from Orlais, which caused all sorts of problems between him and the king because it was so soon after the war.
But he loved her.
Anyhow, the new arlessa resented the rumors which pegged me as his bastard.
They weren't true, but of course they existed.
The arl didn't care, but she did.
She may have, but I think it's more likely that she feared the rumors might be true.
I can't blame her for that.
Probably.
It was just a kindness he did to a woman who had served him, anyway.
I didn't sleep on silk sheets in the keep or anything.
Maybe.
She felt threatened by my presence, I can see that now.
I can't say I blame her.
She wondered if the rumors were true herself, I bet.
I suppose you're right.
I wasn't raised as the arl's son, though, if you're picturing that.
I slept in hay out in the stables, not on silk sheets.
I remember I had an amulet with Andraste's holy symbol on it.
The only thing I had of my mother's.
I was so furious at being sent away I tore it off and threw it at the wall and it shattered.
Stupid, stupid thing to do.
The arl came by the monastery a few times to see how I was, but I was stubborn.
I hated it there and blamed him for everything... and eventually he just stopped coming.
Oh, let's hope not.
I'm the son of a commoner, and a Grey Warden to boot.
It's been made very clear to me early on that there was no room for me raising any rebellions or such nonsense.
And that's fine by me, too.
No, if there's an heir to be found anywhere, it's Arl Eamon himself.
He's not royal blood, but he is Cailan's uncle... and more importantly, very popular with the people.
Though... if he's really as sick as we've heard... no, I don't want to think about that.
I really don't.
Yes, I'm quite sure.
At any rate, I don't look anything like him... you'll see for yourself.
Not that it stopped the rumors any.
And raised by dogs.
Or I may as well have been, the way I acted.
But maybe all young bastards act like that, I don't know.
I think so, yes.
This news we've heard about him being sick disturbs me, though.
I wonder if we won't discover that Loghain has come to the same conclusion as we have.
He's family.
He was also King Cailan's uncle.
And he's a good man, well-loved by the people.
So, yes, I think he will be motivated to help us somehow.
All I know is that the arl is a good man and well-loved by the people.
He also was King Cailan's uncle, so he has a personal motivation to see Loghain pay for what he did.
So there you have it.
Now can we just... move on, and I'll just pretend you still think I'm some... nobody who was too lucky to die with the rest of the Grey Wardens.
See?
I knew you could do it.
It's easy, isn't it?
Oh, lovely.
I'm going to regret this.
Somehow I just know it.
Well... no.
What I really think is that I was lucky enough to survive with you.
No, I...
I suppose not.
At least I have a chance to make things right.
And I'm not alone.
No, I... suppose not.
I don't feel very lucky at all, to be honest.
I was young and resentful and not very pious.
Of course I blamed him.
I remember screaming at him like a little child... well, I was a child, so I doubt he was surprised.
Oh, there you go listening to me again.
You'd think you'd have gotten past that already.
I ended up in the Chantry, sure, but I didn't start there.
Well, they were flying dogs, you see.
Surprisingly strict parents, too, and devout Andrastians, to boot.
That and that they make a great deal of cheese.
Funny, but the dogs never mentioned cheese.
As a matter of fact, if you said cheese around them, they'd start growling.
Isn't that odd?
Or did I dream all of that?
Funny the dreams you'll have when you sleep on the cold, hard ground, isn't it?
Or did I dream all of that?
Funny the dreams you'll have when you sleep on the cold, hard ground, isn't it?
Are you having strange dreams?
You would do violence?
Upon me?
I am shocked and dismayed.
The dogs would never threaten me like this, you know.
I... oh.
I think I... completely lost my chain of thought... oh, there it is.
Mm.
Point taken.
You have no sense of humor, you know that?
Fine, fine, have it your way.
Have you seen the uniform?
It's not only stylish, but well-made.
I'm a sucker for good tailoring.
You didn't have to put up with all the years of boring book-work and all the rituals and prayer.
So you don't get the uniform.
Consider yourself lucky.
You don't really want to know about my being a templar, do you?
It's really quite boring.
You know, I like the way you think.
But I guess if you're really curious, there's no harm in obliging.
I have a couple of interesting-looking moles I can show you later, too, if you're interested.
You know, I like the way you think.
You're all right.
If you're really curious, then I'll tell you.
The truth of the matter is that I did hate going to the monastery.
The initiates from poor families thought I put on airs, while the noble ones called me a bastard and ignored me.
I felt like Arl Eamon had cast me off, unwanted, and I was determined to be bitter.
But I took some solace in the training itself, I guess.
I was actually quite good at it.
The education, mostly, but also the discipline.
You need to have a disciplined mind in order to use the abilities we have.
It was difficult, but rewarding.
No, I never got that far.
I mostly learned about discipline and training my mind to use the abilities that templars have.
It was difficult, but rewarding.
Using the abilities I have came after years of education and discipline that was difficult to achieve, if rewarding.
The sword training and religious doctrine all came later.
I never really felt at home anywhere, though, until I joined the Grey Wardens.
And Duncan felt my templar abilities might be useful for when we encountered darkspawn magic, so I kept it up.
What about you?
Do you have anywhere you consider home?
You must miss them a great deal.
Duncan and the Grey Wardens are the closest I ever got to that kind of family.
Right.
Stupid of me to ask, I'm sorry.
But it's not your home any more, right?
You can never go back for good?
I think I understand how you feel.
Really?
I...
I guess I like the sound of that.
It is?
I... didn't know you felt that way.
We won't always be traveling like this, you know.
Once the war is over, once the Blight is... well, a time will come when we'll have to think about having a real home again.
Though that seems like a far ways off.
And I suppose the Grey Wardens are gone for good, either way.
I suppose you're right.
We can create new Grey Wardens, but we'll never get back those we lost.
I wonder if it would ever feel the same?
Maybe.
Could you?
I don't know what I'd find out there that would be any different.
I guess it would depend on where I was going.
Anyhow, now I've side-tracked us.
We'd better get back to what we're supposed to be doing right now.
You're right.
Best to concentrate on what we have to do right now.
Poke, poke, poke. "Tell me everything about your life, Alistair." All right, if you insist.
It's not like we have anything better to do, right?
I...
I suppose there's no harm in it, then.
Sorry if I was being perverse, I'm just... not used to anyone asking me these things.
Then let's just get back to what we were doing.
No offense, but I'd really rather not discuss it.
Well, then why did you bother asking?
Leave it well enough alone next time.
Paid in blood, sweat and hours upon hours spent flagellating myself in the dark.
The true mark of any pious man out there, I tell you.
I'd use my shield if I could, but I think you might actually spot me hiding behind it.
Oh, you aren't kidding.
I think the templar uniforms are as colorful as they are just so the templars didn't feel dull in comparison.
Last thing you want when you're about to take down some maleficar out in the woods is to have him point and laugh at your taste in clothing.
Am I right?
Oh, ow, ow.
Stab wounds to the pride are the worst.
Oh, you know... between all the guilt and the hours spent in solemn prayer, any good templar or priest is just bursting to tell a few good jokes when the opportunity arises.
I keep it hidden under my pillow.
Sometimes I'll take it out just so I can hug it fondly and remember the good old days. <desc>Sniffs</desc> Brings a tear to the eyes, you know?
Oh, sure.
They said that all the self-flagellation would be unpleasant, but you know what they say: one man's pain...
That's just in public.
In private we have these yellow and purple tunics, right?
Much more comfortable, and you don't break the beds when you jump on them during a pillow fight.
I used to be able to, but then the Chantry beat it out of me.
Sad, but true.
I can't hardly get through a pillow fight these days without becoming overcome with guilt, either.
The way you look at me, with those big eyes of yours, you remind me of one of the priests who ran the monastery.
She would give you the evil eye and you'd want to faint dead away, I'm not kidding.
You're quite determined to get this out of me, aren't you?
Having all your fun drained out of you must make you nosy.
Err... pillow fights?
I mean... no!
Of course not!
I meant sword fights!
With rusty swords.
Dripping with acid.
The kind that puts hair on your chest!
On confession day we could go all night.
Being a templar isn't all about chasing men in skirts and hiding behind priests, you know.
That so?
It could still happen.
Not for that performance.
Let them talk.
I don't care.
Why?
Are you going to tell them?
First smart comment and I feed them to the darkspawn.
We have a darkspawn horde to defeat.
I love you, too.
Just get moving.
No, but I might kill you.
You're going to become king.
Why should we go anywhere?
We stay together, no matter what happens.
I really don't know.
Everyone is out for themselves.
You should learn that.
You don't need her.
You have others who care for you.
I care about you.
I care about you.
More than you know.
You have friends, Alistair.
I'm one of them.
I'm sure that's not true.
I don't know what to say.
I'm sorry it turned out like this.
That's how it goes.
We should really get under way.
You are an idiot.
How naive can you get?
Are you sure your information was correct, Alistair?
He's telling the truth.
Listen to him.
So is she everything you expected, Alistair?
Goldanna, Alistair came here hoping to find his family.
You've got some nerve talking to your brother like this.
Let's go, Alistair.
There's nothing for you, here.
Someone ought to cut out that tongue of yours!
Are you going to let her talk like that?!
This was a bad idea.
Let's leave.
Now.
This is your family.
Perhaps you can help them out?
Yes, go ahead if you like.
It's true, you are going to be the king, after all...
This is the family you were searching for, Alistair.
If you must.
She'd better be grateful.
What?
Are you joking?
No way!
It looks like all she wants is your money.
That's hardly Alistair's fault, is it?
I don't think this was a good idea.
Maybe you two should be left alone?
Wouldn't you rather meet her on your own?
Fine, let's see if she's home.
You are such a coward!
Yes, let's do that.
We don't have time for this, really.
I found it in Redcliffe castle, in the study.
I found it on the road, somewhere.
I thought you might like it.
Don't be stupid, I got it at Redcliffe.
In the study.
Maybe he meant to give it back to you.
Perhaps you mean more to him than you think.
I don't know, but it's yours.
Of course I remembered.
You're special to me.
You're a friend.
Of course I remembered.
Sorry?
Did you say something?
Let's not make more out of this than it is.
A thank you would be nice.
I don't need it.
Throw it out, if you want.
Your mother's amulet?
Are you sure?
These things are a copper a dozen.
Yes, I bought it.
I thought you might like it.
You said you wanted something to remember him by.
Don't thank me all at once.
For you?
Anything.
Of course I remembered.
Just take it and let's go.
Just don't start crying or anything, all right?
Why attack the tower at all?
Unless they know the plan?
Weren't you complaining that you wouldn't get to fight?
There's no point moaning about it.
We have fighting to do!
Why do I have to choose anyone?
Are you sure you're all right with this?
Let's not drag this on.
I was hoping to tell you myself.
We're a bit busy to be making social calls, Alistair.
That's wonderful news.
We don't have time for side trips.
What are you expecting she will do?
If you want to, we could try.
You could see her once all this is over.
So?
Who is she to you, really?
Have you contacted her?
This wouldn't be some former lover of yours, would it?
We'll probably be a bit too busy to make social calls.
Loghain will get what's coming to him, I promise you.
You have a friend outside the Grey Wardens?
Go ahead, I don't mind.
I thought you two would get along.
You want me to talk with him?
Drink?
Where does he get the liquor?
That's very judgmental of you.
I'm surprised.
Move on.
Who next?
I actually rather like him.
He is a bit much, isn't he?
He's an excellent warrior.
Maybe.
We'll see.
I don't think he'll try again.
If he tries anything, then he'll die.
I'm willing to give him a chance.
He's very useful.
Yes, I actually do.
He and I have a connection.
No.
Not really.
You're jealous!
You're actually jealous.
I respect him.
There's no reason to be frightened of Sten.
He's dedicated.
I'll give him that.
I agree.
The qunari are unsettling.
We're all killers, Alistair.
It means he's good at what he does.
Yes, it does bother me a little.
He seems to regret what he did.
You don't believe in religious visions and miracles?
I believe that she believes in her vision.
You talk about us?
Yes, we have a connection.
No, you're mistaken.
It was her choice.
She's proven very useful.
I don't.
This is good for her.
Don't be such a soft touch.
She's crazy, without a doubt.
It could be true.
Who's to say it isn't?
You really don't like each other, do you?
I like her just fine.
She and I have a connection.
I think she's beautiful.
Don't you?
Admit it.
You want her.
You have quite the way with words.
Like a dragon?
Or a storm?
I don't have to like her.
She's useful.
It's none of your business.
What reason could she have to betray us?
She has a reason.
I'd kill her.
I think we're useful to her.
I don't know about that.
What the others say?
Why?
Are you jealous?
It's true.
So what?
Why not?
I let you follow us around.
Your templar training is showing.
I wouldn't trust you to lead us to lunch.
Very cute.
So you know, I'm laughing at you, not with you.
If you want to lead, all you have to do is ask.
Then forget it.
Who do you want to ask about?
Only if you tell me your opinion, as well.
Why do you care what I think?
You are capable of having your own opinions, right?
It's none of your business, Alistair.
It's juvenile.
I'm not going to gossip.
Fine.
Ask, then, if you must.
I was about to ask if you were feeling sick.
Such a rare event is worth informing me of, sure.
What have you been thinking about?
So long as you listen to me, it sounds fine.
That's not what I meant.
Don't do that!
Don't let me influence you, Alistair.
No, you understood just fine.
No, but you don't have to do what I say.
Thank you.
That's very sweet.
Don't thank me, thank yourself.
Great.
Let's just go.
You're a good friend, too.
You're welcome.
Now let's go.
Yes, that's not what I meant at all.
It's about time, I say.
This isn't a good time to chat.
I don't feel the same way, I'm afraid.
No, it's fine.
We can be friends.
We're comrades, Alistair.
I'd prefer not to discuss it.
We're in this together, Alistair.
Is that a trick question?
Fine.
It's a rose, I see that.
That's a rose.
And what do you intend to do with it?
And what am I supposed to do with it?
You think of me as a gentle flower?
Feeling a little thorny, are we?
Oh, relax.
I happen to like it.
It's all right.
Lame gestures are your forte.
I... don't know what to say.
Thank you, Alistair.
That's a lovely thought.
I feel the same way about you.
So... are we married now?
Ahh, corny sentiment.
No, it wasn't.
Thank you, Alistair.
Maybe not.
It's cute.
Excuse me?
I hope you're kidding.
And you were doing so well, too.
Sounds good.
Off with the armor, then.
Why must it be a bluff?
You're so cute when you're bashful.
I'm sorry.
It's just not going to happen.
If you have to ask, it was.
I'm not interested, Alistair.
I'm sorry.
And so you give me a flower?
Brilliant plan.
Why are you telling me this?
That's a nice sentiment.
Your new weapon of choice?
Is there a point to this?
Sentiment can be a pretty potent weapon.
You've been thumbing that flower for a while, now.
What kind of personal question?
I suppose we have.
Yes, it is serious.
I love him.
It's none of your business, is it?
It might be.
I haven't decided yet.
No, it's not serious.
I just enjoy Zevran's company.
You tell me first.
I've come to care for you a great deal.
We are friends, Alistair.
Nothing more.
I feel nothing for you.
Why are you asking?
Yes, that's right.
We're in love.
There isn't?
Why not?
There is.
So?
And what if I said I liked you more?
I'm not with him, then.
I picked you, didn't I?
Then I'm not with you.
That's very old fashioned of you.
Maybe you're right.
We shouldn't discuss this.
I'm sorry, Alistair.
I hope we can remain friends.
You thought... you and me?
Ha ha!
That's ridiculous!
No, there really isn't.
Are you sure this is an appropriate time?
This isn't another joke, is it?
No, that's quite all right.
Suddenly all serious?
This must be bad.
I could use a laugh.
Hit me.
Miss the constant battles?
Or miss you?
I think I already do.
I don't know.
It's too soon to say.
Yes.
Definitely too soon for that.
I don't know.
I need more testing to be sure.
No, not really.
I liked it.
You're not leading him on.
Can't I be with both of you?
Don't make me decide between you, Alistair.
Then that's how it has to be.
I'm not going to lose him.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Alistair.
I don't think so.
More joking?
You are a very funny man.
There will always be more battles to fight somewhere.
Must you always joke about such things?
She didn't beat it out of you?
I wish I had a cane to beat you with.
Are you going somewhere with this?
Is there something specific you want to discuss, Alistair?
Could I stop you?
Yes, this isn't the time.
So how would you like to join me in my tent?
Yes.
Do I need to repeat myself?
You seem a little... nervous.
If you don't want to...
You need to relax, Alistair.
I think this is as right as it gets.
Would you rather we waited?
Let's forget about it for now.
Just follow my lead, Alistair.
"Give it a shot?" You weren't wrong about the idiot part.
Forget it, Alistair.
I need a real man.
Then forget it.
I can't be bothered.
Where do you see this going between us?
If we care about each other, that's all that matters.
I think we need to end this now.
This was fun.
Let's not make it something it's not.
I'm sorry, it's just not working out.
This hasn't any hope of going anywhere.
I'm interested in someone else.
Has anyone ever told you how handsome you are?
Just an observation.
Don't get excited.
You <emp>know</emp> you're handsome, Alistair.
That would be nice.
Not unless you don't think so.
I'd prefer you didn't.
My lips are sealed.
And if it is?
What then?
If you were raised in the Chantry, have you never...?
You know what I mean.
Now you're making fun of me.
That's not what I meant and you know it.
Tell you what?
Of course I have.
Honestly no, I haven't.
Many, many times.
I'm not telling you.
Hey, you read my mind!
I would never hurt you.
So glad you remembered.
You flatter me.
Other than that you're prone to empty flattery?
I might like hearing it.
From you.
When you have a firm opinion, so will I.
I'd rather you didn't.
At least you'll get some decent rest.
You're a very strange man.
You're a fool, you know that?
Obviously, the answer is no.
No, I've never licked a lamppost in winter.
You haven't? <emp>I</emp> was joking.
Oh, I see.
You lack the proper parts.
You're a coward?
Not really, no.
I think I'd like that.
Only if it were the right gentleman.
Not my type.
Sounds like an excuse.
You've never had the opportunity?
Why yes, I've licked a lamppost in winter!
Oh, that's so cute.
You're a virgin.
And apparently, your luck ends there.
I wouldn't, if I were you.
So you're a virgin!
And you're how old?
I've licked my share of lampposts and then some.
Sex?
Forget I asked.
What changes about you after the Joining?
I mean what changes physically.
He wouldn't tell you?
That seems rather cruel of him.
So it was a joke?
I haven't felt anything like that.
Are you calling me a pig?!
I think you're exaggerating.
What can I say?
I'm a growing girl.
What?
Take that back!
I doubt that's true.
Yes, well... <desc>belches</desc>
Maybe you were just a pig.
I've had some strange dreams.
His time has come?
How cheery.
I never wondered that.
I understand.
He got what he deserved.
If this is all we have to look forward to...
He will be remembered, Alistair.
As will the others.
I feel betrayed.
This is wrong.
It seems a high price to pay.
Why Orzammar?
So I'm going to die.
Bad news, I take it?
Spit it out.
Nightmares... yes, I know what you mean.
Nothing to get excited about.
Just try that line on me.
Fine, just keep them to yourself.
Really?
Why don't you try them?
Riiigghht.
Let's get back to the point.
You've been a Grey Warden longer than I have.
Don't avoid the question.
I want to know.
What was it like to be a Grey Warden, with all the others?
Weren't there any women?
Were there any elves amongst them?
Were there any dwarves amongst them?
No, I'd like to hear about them.
Sounds like you had a lot of fun.
Just one of the boys, I see.
I bet I could have out-drank him.
I'm sorry.
This must be hard for you.
You have your memories of him.
Let's not talk about it.
It certainly does.
A lot of people have died, Alistair.
And a lot more will.
Not this again.
Aren't you done, yet?
Why did you keep your birthright a secret?
That's a cheap answer.
How about, "By the way, I'm the heir to the throne?"
You... enjoyed not telling me?
You don't think it was dangerous not to?
Why?
What happens when people find out?
It doesn't sound stupid at all.
"Like you for who you are?" You're kidding, right?
I do like you, and not because of your blood.
I liked you.
Now I don't even know who you are.
Don't worry about it, Alistair.
No harm done.
Yes, it was.
Incredibly dumb.
You probably don't have a choice in the matter.
Don't want to be king?
Why not?!
That sounds incredibly whiny, Alistair.
It's come up, Alistair.
You've been avoiding it.
I guess I can understand that.
Do you want to make me more angry?
Did you not trust me?
I thought we were friends.
I'm hurt that you didn't trust me.
It's because we don't get along.
Don't answer, then.
I want to apologize for what I said before.
I really am sorry.
I didn't mean it.
Don't accept my apology, then.
It does, doesn't it?
I hope you can forgive me.
Or you could just be an ass.
Right.
Enough of that.
I had another dream about the archdemon.
I think we need to be extra careful.
I think you're probably right.
I think it's just your imagination.
I think that archdemon needs to die.
Quickly.
Tell me about the Grey Wardens.
Where are the nearest Grey Wardens from here?
Is there a headquarters somewhere?
So what happens now that there's just two of us?
Will we need to start rebuilding the order?
What would happen if we just left?
So how did you become a Grey Warden?
Ha ha.
Very funny.
I mean before that.
You think Duncan took pity on you?
I shouldn't have brought him up.
Don't start crying again.
Please.
You think this is better than being a templar?
Why did the grand cleric want to keep you?
You don't seem like the religious sort.
What skills might those be?
If you don't want to answer, then say so.
Don't be an idiot.
I always suspected as much.
Great.
Now you're a buffoon?
Be serious and answer the question.
Do you want to talk about Duncan?
That doesn't mean I don't mourn his loss.
He was like a father to you.
I understand.
I just thought you might need to talk.
No harm done, Alistair.
There's no need to apologize.
He had you.
No, I understand completely.
He saved your life by sending you to the tower.
Yes, that is stupid.
You'd be dead.
That's an excellent idea.
We bury them and plant a tree over their remains.
Maybe I'll go to Highever with you, when you go.
He was a friend of mine, too.
Yes, well, just don't tell anyone.
Any time, Alistair.
Let's get going.
Our ways are not your ways, nor Duncan's.
I'd rather not discuss it.
We entomb our dead within the stone beneath our thaigs.
No stranger than burning your honored dead to ashes.
Don't be so ignorant.
Those are our customs.
Maybe so.
Duncan is one of your people, however, not ours.
My entire family was murdered just recently.
I saw plenty of death in the Alienage.
No, not really.
Not since I went to the tower.
I've lost enough to know what you're going through.
I'd rather not talk about it, to be honest.
What about the other Grey Wardens?
I doubt you'll get the chance.
Yes, well, let's forget about it.
Just don't let it happen again.
Good.
I don't want you falling apart again.
So you said this Arl Eamon raised you?
That would explain the smell.
I thought the Chantry would have beat that out of you.
Uh-huh.
Slobbering dogs.
I see.
So does a horde of darkspawn, I'm told.
That would explain the breath as well, then.
That's not what I remember you telling Flemeth.
He took you in because you were a royal heir, no doubt.
He wasn't your father?
So you know who is?
What?!
You don't think you might have told me this before?!
You're a prince.
Somehow I find that very... thrilling.
Why tell me, then?
Why do I need to know?
We can use this to our advantage, actually.
I can't believe you were so stupid!
You still should have told me.
Does Loghain know?
So... you're not just a bastard but a royal bastard?
Why did he send you off to the Chantry?
Wasn't it inappropriate for the arl to raise an orphan?
What an awful thing to do to a child.
That sounds like a bunch of whining.
Are you sure he isn't your father?
Why keep it a secret now?
As you command... my prince.
That's not really what you think, is it?
You were probably luckier than most orphans.
But you blamed him then, I take it?
That's not what you told me earlier.
I thought you were raised by the Chantry.
Really?
That must have been tough for them.
That is what they say about Anders.
Is this going somewhere?
I'm going to hit you.
Very soon, now.
I dream of becoming a Grey Warden.
Oh, wait.
Yes.
They all involve strangling you.
Only ones where we're making mad love in my tent.
Only ones where the world is threatened by darkspawn.
And these dogs sold you to the Chantry, I take it?
Uh-huh.
Raised by flying, devout dogs.
I see.
So tell me more about the arl.
You say he raised you?
Why have you remained a templar if you hate the Chantry?
There's a uniform?
Where's mine, then?
And what's the real reason?
Then make up something more exciting.
What did you enjoy about the training?
Enjoyed hunting mages, did you?
Orzammar is my home.
I miss it.
The Alienage in Denerim.
My family is there.
Anywhere my clan goes is my home.
My home was taken over by Arl Howe.
The Circle of Magi's tower was my home for a long time.
I guess my home is with the Grey Wardens now.
With you.
Home is wherever camp is.
We're travelers now.
They can be rebuilt.
You can always keep traveling.
That's assuming we even survive.
This is not the time to think about it.
Not any more, no.
I do really want to know, yes.
You don't have to tell me, then.
I was just curious.
Not if it's going to lead to more of your stupid jokes, no.
So you earned your templar-hood, is that it?
So this is where you deflect questions with humor, right?
In that case, you should have become a mage.
Seems like that might happen anyway.
Do all templars make these jokes?
Or just you?
Oh?
I don't think I've ever seen you wearing it.
So you stay a templar out of sentiment?
I thought templars wore heavy plate, mostly.
Not this again.
Can't you answer a simple question?
Are you going to answer or not?
You had lots of these pillow fights, I take it?
Not at all.
Legends abound regarding such figures as Garahel, sordid though they may be.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Indeed there are.
The unanswered question, of course, is whether the endurance exists because of the taint within you or because the Grey Wardens are by nature so very... healthy.
I enjoy the thought that 'tis a little of both.
Natural prowess driven by a darker side.
That is entirely up to you.
Simply know that I have no designs on your independence.
I wish only to do what I desire, and if that coincides with what you desire... then so be it.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Finished with me, now, are you?
Well you do not get away so easily as that!
I will have my way with you until I am satisfied, out of a sense of fairness if nothing else.
Nothing at all.
I simply like making things difficult for you.
I wouldn't be so quick to imagine the best.
My notions can run to the painfully perverse.
Not really.
More of a sense of perversity, truth be told.
You're just saying that.
Oh?
There are stories?
So what now?
Then I assume we're done?
Do you really need to talk?
Fine.
What do you want to talk about?
That sounds like fun.
You have a sense of fairness?
And should you decide not to continue our... misadventure, then so be it.
Very simple, is it not?
Then so be it.
Ahhh, now you ruin the mood by speaking profanities.
Silly man.
I do like to keep it simple.
Just for you, of course.
Then we should get along marvelously. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
Come, then.
Let us be off before the others begin to stare.
So if I say this will never happen again?
And what about love?
Does that enter the picture?
Gee, thanks for spelling it out for me.
I can live with that.
Surface Dwarf
Prince Bhelen was chosen by the ancestors to be the king of Orzammar.
He has promised you troops and they will be waiting on the surface when the time comes.
Lord Harrowmont was chosen by the ancestors to be the king of Orzammar.
He has promised you troops and they will be waiting on the surface when the time comes.
<emp>Gain Orzammar's aid in battling the Blight</emp>
You need to travel deep underground, to the fabled dwarven city of Orzammar, to earn the trust of her king and dwarven troops for your army.
Jump directly to the Nature of the Beast.
<emp>Gain Orzammar's aid in battling the Blight</emp>
The gates of Orzammar are open to you, but King Endrin has died, and the deshyrs, the dwarven lords, have been unable to choose a successor.
To gain their aid, the deadlock in the Assembly must end.
Goldanna was nothing like Alistair expected, or hoped.
Instead of a warm welcoming family, he found only bitterness and resentment.
Ah, such wit.
Truly, you and Mother should form a troupe of jesters and tour the countryside.
We have an opportunity that I believe we should take advantage of.
To the point: my mother was once divested of a particular grimoire by a most annoying templar hunter.
It occurred long before I was born, but even today Flemeth speaks of the loss with great rage.
With the Circle of Magi in such disarray, it occurs to me that this might be the perfect time to recover the tome from their possession, for surely it eventually ended up in their hands.
Flemeth is a sorceress of legend, is she not?
And her grimoire would be more than a mere curiosity to mages that daren't even glance towards the places my mother has walked for eons.
No doubt 'tis considered something dangerous, perhaps best locked away somewhere dark, yes?
And if not?
Then at least I know it does not exist.
But there is no harm in looking, surely.
'Tis a book of spells, of the sort that Flemeth has dabbled with throughout her long life.
Not the sort of thing that would benefit a mage such as yourself, perhaps, for you were taught... a different path.
I, however, was taught by my mother.
'Tis not the sort of thing that would benefit a mage of the standard variety.
They were taught a different path.
I, however, was taught by my mother.
I know a way around the wards my mother would have placed on such a tome.
I know the language that she would have written it in.
I would find such a tome... most useful.
Useful in the way that it might increase my power.
Useful in the way that I would become more useful to you.
Does that not follow?
Dangerous?
All knowledge is potentially dangerous.
If you have some fear of me such that I should not be allowed such knowledge, then by all means deprive me of it.
I have no ulterior motive for seeking it, however.
I did not think of it, earlier.
Truly, Mother has assumed for a long time that the tome was lost forever.
I only remembered it now after thinking what treasures might be found in the Circle of Magi's tower now... in its condition.
Oh?
I did not realize that your needs were so much more urgent than my own.
I would wish to be the very last one that bored you with long-winded tales and petty questions.
As you wish.
I am not being defensive.
I simply did not realize that this was all about you.
Now I know otherwise.
Then I shall endeavor to make your every waking moment as utterly exciting as possible.
Just the one?
Oh?
What's on your mind?
I think I already have the tome you're talking about.
What makes you think the mages still have this book?
What do you want with this grimoire, exactly?
Useful in what way?
How do I know it is not dangerous?
Why didn't you mention this earlier?
You're telling me this now?
And?
What's in it for me?
Very well.
I'll keep an eye out for it.
Very well.
If we go back to the tower, I'll look for it.
We don't have time for scavenger hunts.
Can it wait?
I have something to ask.
Fine, fine.
What is this thought of yours?
I'll ask you about it later, all right?
Don't be so damned defensive!
Good, because I hate being bored.
You said earlier that you had a thought?
Young Girl
When I spoke of it to you, I did not truly hope... ah, but this is a most fortuitous event!
Ever since we discovered the condition of the mage's tower, I had wondered if it might be recoverable... but I had yet to speak of it to you.
How fortunate that you found it on your own.
It did not occur to me when we were still in the mage tower.
I wish it had.
My eternal gratitude?
At the very least, it shall enable me to help you more.
If that is not enough, you can certainly dictate other... rewards.
At the very least, it shall enable me to help you more.
Or were you perhaps looking for some other... reward?
I have no wealth that is not yours.
If my aid is not enough, then I have little more to offer.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Then something will have to be done about that, sometime.
At the very least, it shall enable me to help you more.
Is that not worthwhile?
Good.
I am most interested to see its contents, should it be located.
The grimoire is leather-bound and adorned with the symbol of a leafless tree, should you come across it.
If not, however, then I shall simply put it out of my mind.
But we have time to hunt for everything else, under every rock and inside every chest, yes?
Have it your way.
I was thinking of some kind of payment.
No, what you suggest sounds fine.
My tent does get rather cold...
That's not necessary.
Arms Merchant
Brother Burkel
Dagna
Garin
Roggar
Legnar
Nerav
Filda
Worshipper
Well, you know... radiating joy and love, while everyone has to face death and the Blight and a bleak future.
Terrible, gloating like that.
Shameless?
It will come to you soon, I'm sure.
Yes... that is what I am saying.
There was another story I wanted to hear.
I thought of it just now, but it's slipped my mind...
Oh, never mind.
They add to the complexity and beauty of the piece.
<emp>Help Brother Burkel establish a chantry in Orzammar</emp>
Brother Burkel would like to establish a chantry in Orzammar, to spread the Chant of Light to the dwarves.
However, he needs the permission from the Shaperate to do so.
You told Brother Burkel that you would speak to the Shaper of Memories on his behalf.
The Shaper can be found in the Noble Quarter.
With your help, Brother Burkel has started a chantry in Orzammar.
Brother Burkel was unable to start a chantry in Orzammar.
<emp>Help Brother Burkel establish a chantry in Orzammar</emp>
The shaper has granted Brother Burkel his permission to start a small chantry in Orzammar.
Brother Burkel will be quite happy to hear this.
The Chant in the Deeps
<emp>Persuade Zerlinda's father to take her back</emp>
You met Zerlinda, a penniless young woman, in the slums.
Once part of the mining caste, she was disowned for having a son with a casteless man, and is now alone and destitute.
You agreed to try to persuade her father, Ordel, to take her back, so she and her child can lead normal lives.
Ordel frequents Tapster's Tavern in Orzammar.
Zerlinda has gone to Brother Burkel's newly established chantry.
At least she will have some food and a warm bed to sleep in, for now.
<emp>Return to Zerlinda</emp>
Zerlinda's father, Ordel, refused to take her back in.
Perhaps you could find another solution to her problem.
Zerlinda has returned to her family.
She was overjoyed.
<emp>Return to Zerlinda with the good news</emp>
Ordel has come around, and is willing to take back Zerlinda and her child.
Zerlinda will be happy to hear about this.
You refused to help Zerlinda, the young mother.
She remains alone and penniless.
<emp>Find Zerlinda some shelter</emp>
Brother Burkel believes the Chantry exists to help people and is happy to shelter Zerlinda.
You should return to Zerlinda to let her know.
<emp>Find Zerlinda some shelter</emp>
You met Zerlinda, a penniless young woman, in the slums.
Once part of the mining caste, she was disowned for having a son with a casteless man, and is now alone and destitute.
Zerlinda wants you to speak to Brother Burkel to see if she can stay in the new chantry.
You told Zerlinda that no one cares about caste on the surface.
She has left Orzammar in the hopes that she may make a new life for herself and her baby in the surface world.
Zerlinda's Woe
<emp>Bring Dagna's request to the Circle of Magi</emp>
You met a young dwarven woman named Dagna whose biggest wish is to study magic at the Circle of Magi.
Even though dwarves are incapable of doing magic, she wants to study its theory.
You agreed to go to the Circle to ask them if Dagna can study there. 
Dagna has left for the Circle of the Magi.
She was very grateful.
You refused to help Dagna study magic at the Circle.
She should be happy where she is.
<emp>Inform Dagna of the good news</emp>
First Enchanter Irving of the Circle of the Magi has agreed to accept Dagna as a student.
Dagna will be elated.
An Unlikely Scholar
You failed to help Dagna.
She's now upset with you.
The Landsmeet is over, and Alistair, son of the great King Maric, has been chosen to be the king of Ferelden.
It is time to assemble your armies and march against the darkspawn.
The Blight will not prevail against the strength of a united Ferelden.
You have my thanks.
I will begin study of the tome immediately.
Secrets.
My mother has many of them, and this tome represents the one time that they were able to get away from her.
I suppose <emp>something</emp> is deserved for all your efforts, is it not?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Oh, I don't know.
That seems like a steep reward to ask for.
Oh?
As you wish, then.
You could be right.
Let us test the theory.
There.
Compensation requested and provided.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Indeed, for I always do.
Return it...?
Indeed not.
This tome represents the one time any of my mother's secrets were able to get away from her.
I do not intend to squander this opportunity to learn more than Flemeth wished me to know.
This should be... interesting.
What is this?
The grimoire?
Which...?
Ah, yes.
That.
What do you hope to find within it?
What?
Don't I even get a kiss?
I was only joking.
I think I deserve it.
Have it your way, then.
Are you planning to return it to your mother?
Diamond Quarter
<emp>Speak to Prince Bhelen's second-in-command</emp>
Prince Bhelen is one of the two men who could take the throne.
To earn an audience with Bhelen, you must speak to Vartag Gavorn, his second-in-command.
Vartag may be found in the Assembly Chamber, which is in the Diamond Quarter.
You found Vartag Gavorn and spoke with him.
Vartag Gavorn
But, but, she said--
<emp>Speak to Dulin Forender</emp>
Lord Harrowmont is one of the two men who could take the throne.
To earn an audience with Harrowmont, you must speak to Dulin Forender.
You can find Dulin either in Harrowmont's Estate in the Diamond Quarter or in Tapsters Tavern.
You found Dulin Forender and spoke with him.
Dulin Forender
You did not speak with Dulin Forender.
You did not speak with Vartag Gavorn.
<emp>Find Filda's son, Ruck</emp>
You met a woman named Filda in the Orzammar Commons who was praying for her son, Ruck, a smith who was lost on a Deep Roads expedition five years ago.
Filda does not know if Ruck is alive, dead, or worse.
You have agreed to look for signs of Ruck in the Deep Roads.
You told Filda that Ruck is dead.
She accepts it, and is grateful that you risked so much to bring her that news.
You informed Filda that Ruck had gone mad and that you put him out of his misery.
She wasn't happy to hear this, for some reason.
A Mother's Hope
<emp>Return to Filda</emp>
You found Ruck in the lost dwarven thaigs of the Deep Roads.
He survived for years scavenging from the ruins and eating the dead darkspawn that litter the place.
Sadly, the poison in darkspawn blood completely destroyed his mind, leaving him a wretched husk of a person.
Filda would weep to see him this way.
You told Filda that Ruck was still alive in the Deep Roads.
Filda cared little for the other details.
All she heard was that her son was still alive, and she left to search for him.
Head towards Ortan Thaig from Caridin's Cross.
Branka was said to be passing that way.
The Paragon smith, Branka, lives and has chosen to remain with the Anvil of the Void, so she can learn its secrets.
With the Anvil, she will forge an army of golems to defend Orzammar.
Branka has come to the realization that the Anvil of the Void is an evil thing.
She destroyed the Anvil and herself.
Yes?
What are you doing here?
Brother Genitivi?
Why?
Ah, I see.
Then I'm sure you will be on your way presently?
And where is he?
I am looking for him.
Is it true he has found the Sacred Urn?
I am looking for Brother Genitivi.
I'm sorry; I must be in the wrong house.
I heard about his search for the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
Has he found Andraste's Ashes?
Arl Eamon needs them.
And why should I reveal this to you?
I would like to speak to him about his research.
I shall make my purpose known to Genitivi, and no other.
I am Genitivi's assistant, Weylon.
Unfortunately, I don't know where he is.
Fallen Tree
Then I am afraid you will leave with your purpose unfulfilled.
Brother Genitivi, I presume?
That makes two of us.
I haven't seen Brother Genitivi in weeks.
He's sent no word; it's so unlike him.
He was on the trail of the Urn of Sacred Ashes, yes.
Whether he found it... the Maker only knows.
Who is Brother Genitivi?
No.
No, I am Weylon, Brother Genitivi's assistant.
When you first came in I was... was hoping that you had news of Brother Genitivi--wishful thinking, it seems.
He is an eminent scholar and researcher, who serves the great Chantry.
His research?
Ah, you mean his search for Andraste's Ashes.
What do you think he discovered?
Do you think he's in trouble because of the Urn?
Take the promissory notes to Lady Dace. 
You traveled to the Deep Roads and managed to locate Lord Dace.
You showed him the papers and he was quite troubled.
He may think twice about supporting Harrowmont now.
You failed to convince the Daces of Harrowmont's dishonesty.
They remain convinced that he is a noble man.
Working for Bhelen: Speak with Lord Dace
Take the promissory notes to Lord Helmi.
You showed the promissory notes to Lord Helmi.
He says he will speak to his mother about them.
The Helmis will probably think twice about supporting Harrowmont now.
You failed to show Lord Helmi the promissory notes, and they remain convinced that Harrowmont is an honest man.
Working for Bhelen: Speak with Lord Helmi
Then why has he not returned or sent a message?
I-I tried to send help, but some knights came from Redcliffe looking for him not long ago.
I sent them after Genitivi and they too have disappeared.
Perhaps the Urn has been lost for a reason.
I pray for Genitivi's safety, but hope dwindles with each passing day.
How do you know they disappeared?
Corra
Lord Helmi
Tipsy Patron
Nevin
Ordel
Tapster's Waitress
...told him I don't understand why the Provings aren't open to everyone.
I mean, it's how the ancestors show their favor.
Do they really need our help to decide who's worthy?
And then he practically slapped me!
Severely Drunken Patron
Wasted Patron
Where did you send them?
I must go after them.
I need the Urn for Arl Eamon.
Genitivi was close to finding the Urn.
I should help him.
I am afraid something has happened.
Genitivi's research into the Urn may have led him into danger.
Genitivi was on the trail of the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
I fear he has gotten too close to the truth.
Maybe he has found the Urn, and is studying it.
I'll succeed where they failed and get Genitivi back.
A Brakien Brew never fails to hit the spot.
No coin, no cup, my friend.
One honey mead, coming right up.
No, don't ask me where they went.
You'll go after them, and what if ill-luck should befall you, too?
This search is a curse, on all of us.
Some things are not meant to be found.
I know that now.
I hope so, friend.
I hope so.
They may have been detained.
I'm sure they are fine.
Thank you.
Maker smile on you.
Ugh, just tell me before I lose my patience.
I am willing to risk it.
Tell me where he went.
I need to obtain the Ashes, or Arl Eamon will die.
Patron's Wife
<emp>Return to Zerlinda</emp>
Brother Burkel cannot help Zerlinda.
You should return to her in the Orzammar slums to see if you can find an alternate solution.
<emp>Infiltrate Jarvia's hideout</emp>
You've learned about a door in Dust Town that leads to the carta's hideout.
You have obtained the finger-bone key that opens the door.
<emp>Infiltrate Jarvia's hideout</emp>
You need to find a way into Jarvia's hideout.
Perhaps you will be able to find some clues in Dust Town.
Entering Jarvia's Hideout
News?
What news are you waiting for?
Has something happened to Brother Genitivi?
But the discovery of the Urn would bring hope to so many.
<desc>Sigh</desc> So be it.
I hope his trail has not gone cold.
I'm not surprised it led to this.
Personally?
N-no.
He told me to stay here, that he would be back very soon.
Have you tried searching for him?
I... it's been a very difficult time for me and sometimes I don't know what to think or feel.
You could have gone after him.
Why didn't you?
Oh, I see.
That makes sense.
All right.
I should be going.
Of course.
Why are you questioning me?
Follow in Genitivi's footsteps if you must, but be careful.
Butler
Lady Dace
Imrek
Bhelen Supporter
Harrowmont Supporter
Because I don't think you've been entirely truthful.
The things you've said have not matched up.
Nothing.
No reason.
That's n-not true.
I told you everything I know.
Brother Genitivi told us--t-told me about the inn and that's all!
I know it sounds suspicious, but I swear I'm not lying.
I want Genitivi to be rescued, but I don't want more people to be hurt.
You understand, don't you?
You do not have to trust me.
My conscience is clear.
Yes, of course.
Then I shall find him for you.
I don't know if I should trust you.
You sound nervous.
Hiding something?
Yes... yes, of course.
Thank you for your concern.
Something seems to be troubling you.
Are you all right?
Proving Honor
You are to fight as Harrowmont's champion in the Provings.
You fought as Harrowmont's champion in the Provings, and suffered defeat.
How disappointing for Lord Harrowmont.
You did not enter the Provings.
I don't know.
He was very excited when he left, and said he would be back with all the answers.
A Missive for the King
You showed Lady Dace the papers, but the deal with Harrowmont was made by her father.
Lady Dace does not have the authority to change her house's vote.
<emp>Locate and speak to Lord Anwer Dace in the Deep Roads</emp>
You showed Lady Dace the papers, but the deal with Harrowmont was made by her father.
Lady Dace does not have the authority to change her house's vote.
Only her father may, but he has left on a Deep Roads expedition.
You must find Lord Dace to change his mind.
<emp>Restore your son's birthright</emp>
Your past has come back to haunt you.
Mardy, the noble-hunter you shared a night with on your first commission, has borne you a son.
Because you have been exiled, your son is casteless, and has no name.
Mardy wants you to find a way to restore your son's birthright, and make him noble again.
You have restored your son's birthright.
He is noble again, and belongs to a house.
He will have everything Mardy believes he deserves.
Of Noble Birth
You cannot help Mardy and the son she says is yours.
You are an exile and the child will never be noble.
<emp>Restore your son's birthright</emp>
You spoke to your brother, Bhelen, about your son, and Bhelen says he will consider accepting the child into House Aeducan, provided you help him to the throne.
<emp>Restore your son's birthright</emp>
You spoke to Lord Harrowmont about your son, and Harrowmont says that if he gains the throne, your son will be welcome in his house.
<emp>Restore your son's birthright</emp>
Once a king sits on Orzammar's throne, your son will have a name and a house.
So much has been promised to you.
Mardy will be pleased to hear about this.
I hope I find the Urn.
The arl is running out of time.
You failed to give your son a chance at a decent life, one that he deserves.
<emp>Restore your son's birthright</emp>
You crowned Bhelen king of Orzammar, and he has agreed to restore your son's Aeducan name.
<emp>Restore your son's birthright</emp>
Lord Harrowmont now sits on Orzammar's throne.
He has agreed to welcome your son into House Harrowmont, out of respect for your late father.
It is just the fear speaking.
I'm sure that was what he thought.
You seem so sure of this.
Us?
Who's "us?"
What's in this inn?
Tell me now!
You're lying; we both know it.
Us?
I mean me.
T-there is no us... bah!
Why do I keep up this charade?
I gave you a chance to turn aside and forget you ever heard of Genitivi and the Urn.
But you persisted.
Now it has come to this...
Andraste forgive me.
I do this in Your Name.
Nothing!
I don't know!
I--bah!
Why do I keep up this charade?
Oh, I am sure you can find others who will have more to say about this grand city.
Can you tell me anything about Denerim?
All right.
Goodbye then.
Out of curiosity, who are you?
Oh, I suppose I shouldn't have barged in like that.
This is a private dwelling.
I would appreciate it if you left.
Oh, I apologize.
Goodbye.
Fine.
I'll leave.
I was just looking around.
I thought it was just a myth until I saw Brother Genitivi's research.
What do you know of the Urn?
So where did they go?
I would like to see the Urn as well.
Can you help me?
I shall take my leave now.
Good luck.
I've wasted enough time here.
Time to go.
<emp>Find a way to end the Assembly's deadlock</emp>
To gain Orzammar's support, there needs to be a king on the throne.
For a king to be chosen, the deadlock in the Assembly must be ended.
The burden of leadership must be claimed by either Prince Bhelen or Lord Harrowmont.
I've told you all I know.
I would advise against pursuing this, but it is your decision.
Perhaps I shouldn't follow Genitivi after all.
And perhaps there is no point to looking for him.
Maybe you are right; I shouldn't get involved in this.
Yes, and perhaps I shall take your advice and forget this.
Orta
Shaper
<emp>Find records of Orta's family in Ortan Thaig</emp>
Orta has asked you to search for the long-lost House Ortan records in Ortan Thaig.
She believes that one daughter of the house may have survived the darkspawn, and that she is a descendent of that daughter.
If Orta finds proof that this is true, she will be raised up as a noble.
Thanks to you, Orta, of House Ortan, has retaken her seat in the Assembly.
Her gratitude will certainly be of use in the future.
If exploration pans out, she may have an additional reward if you ever return to Orzammar.
You destroyed the records of House Ortan.
Lost to the Memories
Ah, greetings.
Was there something else you needed?
You... again.
Is there something you need from me?
Why do you return?
Tell me who you are.
Very well, I will not press you.
Goodbye then.
Well, they... haven't returned, and they sent no word either.
Maybe they took Genitivi back to Redcliffe.
Are you so close to the knights?
Why send <emp>you</emp> word?
I...
I suppose that's possible...
I...
I don't know.
After what happened to Genitivi, can you blame me for thinking the same thing could happen to the knights?
Perhaps I am just a pessimist.
I hope I am wrong.
I suppose that is a fair assumption to make.
Doesn't mean they've disappeared.
<emp>Meet Orta in the Assembly</emp>
Speak with Orta in the Assembly in the Diamond Quarter to confirm that, thanks to your efforts, she will become a noble.
You've returned?
Y-you haven't gone to the inn... have you?
Can you tell me more about Brother Genitivi?
What do you know about the Urn of Sacred Ashes?
I think I'd like to know where Brother Genitivi went.
You do?
B-but aren't you concerned about what happened to him?
What if the same fate were to befall you?
He was an elderly man, kind, a little eccentric.
He was very devoted to his quest for the Urn of Sacred Ashes and spent many hours buried in his books and his notes.
His research was his life.
I am merely an assistant to a poor scholar.
I fetched his tea and warmed his slippers by the fire.
Occasionally, I would help him organize his notes.
The legend states that Andraste's Ashes were stolen by Her followers and hidden away.
Brother Genitivi knew more about it, but he was secretive about his discoveries.
No... nothing.
I was just... worried about you.
Do be careful...
I would hate to hear of something... untoward happening to you.
Ah, of course, of course...
Thank you for your concern.
No, not yet.
I just had some questions.
Keep your nose out of my business.
I was just about to.
I am glad you are alive, of course.
The inn was an ambush!
Who are you?
Tell me now!
I've killed your men and yet you lie!
The game is over then.
All is laid bare.
Who are you?
You shouldn't be here.
I'm not a child!
Mother wanted me to go to the Chant... but she doesn't get to tell me what to do anymore!
Do you know Brother Genitivi?
Off with you, child!
I'm sick of listening to Father Eirik along with the babies and the girls.
Soon I'll be old enough to go up the mountain and...
In the Chantry.
Nothing.
It's just nicer up there.
You wouldn't understand.
Go up the mountain?
Father Eirik?
Why do you have male priests?
No.
And I don't care neither.
Lowlanders don't belong here.
Don't know.
Just is that way.
I'm a Grey Warden.
Do you know what that is?
I'm <FirstName/>.
I'm looking for Brother Genitivi.
I don't have time to amuse you, child.
And what?
Who?
Why would you come here looking for someone?
You should leave.
Mother said that lowlanders aren't supposed to know about Haven.
You're going to be in trouble when they find you.
I remember some lowlanders like you.
They left, I think.
I never saw them again.
I like that dagger.
I wonder if the Father will let me have it.
You're not going to find anything over there.
Do you hear them chanting?
You should join them.
Mother always tells me to be careful of the dark.
You hear that?
You don't know what made that sound, do you?
And here we are, back at my mother's hut.
Why did you bring me here?
What?
Why are you looking at me like that?
You're going to regret coming here!
You'll see!
I bet you're a clever boy.
What do you know about Haven?
Tell me what you know, or you'll be sorry you ever saw me.
Stop following me around, you brat!
Heh.
You're not so bad.
But you're still not supposed to be here.
Haven is Haven, but I have a secret.
Do you want to see?
All right then.
Your loss.
It's just Haven.
Y-you're the one who'll be sorry!
Never trust a lowlander!
Yes.
Show me.
No.
Never mind.
<desc>The boy pulls out something from his pocket and shows it to you: A finger-bone, bleached white by the sun and polished through constant handling.</desc>
Don't know.
It's lucky.
I keep it with me.
Don't tell anyone, all right?
Over by the mountain.
Er... who did that belong to?
Where did you get that?
Ew.
Creepy.
You're still here?
I told you, there's nothing for you in Haven.
What are you doing in Haven?
There is nothing for you here.
I think you have quite outstayed your welcome, stranger.
Who?
Perhaps Revered Father Eirik will know of whom you speak.
Revered father?
I have never heard of this.
It has always been thus in Haven.
We do not question tradition.
The Urn is nothing but a legend.
Why are there such strange things in the houses?
Have you heard of the Urn of Sacred Ashes?
Very well.
Excuse me.
No, you do not.
I would have been informed if someone was expecting... a visitor.
You may trade for supplies at the shop.
Then, I suggest you leave.
We do not appreciate lowlanders "looking about" our home as though it were some sort of zoo.
I have business here.
I would like to explore Haven for a while.
Unfortunately, he is ministering to the villagers at the moment, and cannot be disturbed.
A Revered <emp>father</emp>, huh?
That's new.
I wonder what this means...
I suggest you seek your brother elsewhere.
How would you describe the place you know only as home?
I think that is for the best.
Then you will trade for them, like everyone else.
I just needed some things.
Oh.
I apologize.
I don't see how that is any of your concern.
I'll just take a peek.
Very well then.
What are you hiding?
No!
You have no right!
I'm afraid I'm going to insist.
I'm making it my concern.
I understand that you are new here, but common courtesy dictates that one shouldn't interrupt.
No matter.
We were just about done here anyway.
But your Reverence, we have not completed the Sacraments of the Holy Mother or... or sung the Invocation--
Seek out Steward Bandelor
Be calm, Nuada.
We have an honored guest.
Surely the Sacraments can wait.
That is all for today, my children.
I shall see you tomorrow.
For now, I should see to our visitor.
There was no need to end the sermon.
Is the Urn of Sacred Ashes here?
Maybe I should go...
You've come all this way chasing a myth?
You will not find it in Haven.
We are but simple people who enjoy the pleasures of hearth and home.
We find outsiders... disruptive.
They bring others, and before long, Haven is changed.
We will go to any lengths to prevent that.
You understand a man's need to protect his family, don't you?
You can't just leave.
What will you do then?
Tell others about us?
This is our home.
We protect each other, and the village.
Ah... welcome.
I heard we had a visitor wandering about the village.
I trust you've enjoyed your time in Haven so far?
I found bloodstained altars.
Knives.
What's going on?
You killed the knights of Redcliffe.
I saw the bodies.
Your people aren't very welcoming.
Enough!
We're well past pretending this village is normal!
This, my brothers, is what happens when you let an outsider into the village.
They have no respect for our privacy.
She will tell others of us if we let her.
Word will spread, and then what?
He will tell others of us if we let him.
Word will spread, and then what?
You, stranger, do not understand our ways.
You would bring war to Haven, in your ignorance.
What about Brother Genitivi?
What have you done to him?
You're right about me bringing war on you.
You deserve it.
Now that's just an exaggeration.
I don't have to tell anyone.
We could work something out.
We don't owe you any explanations for our actions.
We have a sacred duty; failure to protect Her would be a greater sin.
All will be forgiven.
Brothers, you know what must be done.
We've learned not to trust outsiders.
What trust can there be when you barge into our homes with no regard for those that live there?
Perhaps, but staying hidden means staying protected--and we must protect Haven and our charges at all costs.
What sort of welcome do you expect when you break into our homes and kill one of us?
You see?
This is why we do not like... "visitors." They are not like us.
They will do us harm if we let them.
Exploring.
Well, perhaps you should have done your exploring elsewhere, and not in our homes.
And now you try to shift the blame.
What sort of welcome do you expect when you break into our homes uninvited?
What have you done to Brother Genitivi?
I'm sorry.
I was just exploring.
It wouldn't have come to this if you'd been more helpful.
Prince Bhelen
Noble
Mother
Tercy
Assembly Guard
Deshyr
Assembly Steward Bandelor
No matter.
It appears as if Flemeth is not even present.
Perhaps she sensed my coming, and is not ready to confront me just yet?
This only confirms my suspicions.
My mother never leaves her hut.
The only thing that can be done is to return later... without my presence.
If it is me that keeps her from appearing, you will have your chance.
If it is not, then I do not want to be present for what will surely follow.
Come, let us not linger here.
She could return at any moment.
Over?
Not likely.
I have no idea, to tell you the truth.
She may even still be here... watching.
She simply does not wish to speak to us.
Or to me.
Ahhh.
Mother's real grimoire, is it?
I thought you intended to keep it for yourself?
No matter.
I am glad you changed your mind.
I'm glad you were able to find it after all.
My thanks for retrieving it.
I shall begin studying it immediately and unlock the power that it holds.
Dead...?
You actually managed it?
I barely dared to hope 'twas even possible.
And the real grimoire?
Did you find it?
And so here it is.
Fantastic.
Despite the fact that I need it to protect myself from Flemeth in the future, hm?
So be it.
I cannot ask for more than you have done, after all.
Keep the book, if you think it will do you good.
And... thank you.
For helping me.
No one has ever... thank you.
We are hopefully free of any further pressing obligations involving my protection.
Let us return to the road, shall we?
Perhaps a little.
But 'tis still honestly meant.
Of course not.
But there is a time and place for all sorts of gratitude.
That's correct.
Simply a thank you, though honestly meant.
I could juggle flaming knives for you, if you like.
While dancing.
Or perhaps you have something more... personal in mind?
So be it.
But I shall have to practice a little, first.
I thought so.
Well, then... let us start with something simple.
I suspect I can repay you in kind.
Sooner than you think, even.
Of course we can.
Lead on.
Hmm.
Perhaps she hid it, then?
Damn her!
Perhaps we might have an opportunity to go back and look for it? 'Tis more valuable than you think.
My dirty work?
Why is it so filthy that I protect myself from such violation?
I suppose that I should consider it no small mercy, then, that you did the deed regardless of what you thought of it.
What?
You did nothing?
Or is it worse than that?
Did you tell her what I discovered?
Why do you lie?
We are close enough to the hut that I could feel my mother's presence.
She was there, was she not?
Then I suppose this is over.
Where do you think she went?
Flemeth is dead.
You're free.
Yes, here it is.
Yes, but I intend to keep it for myself.
Difficult to say, is it?
What?
That's it?
Just a thank you?
Juggling flaming knives it is!
What's that last bit again?
I was thinking something more substantial.
Can we get back to business, now?
Your dirty work is done.
Your mother is alive, if that's what you mean.
I don't have any news.
I didn't find her.
<desc>Sigh</desc> The leg's not doing so well and... and I can't feel my foot. 
I get the point.
Can I do anything for you?
<desc>Coughs</desc> Thank you.
That... that feels much better.
I'm sorry, but I don't know what to do about that.
Don't worry.
We'll get you fixed up in no time.
The Landsmeet is over.
Alistair, son of the great Maric, is to be king, and Anora, daughter of the hero-general Loghain, will be his queen.
With King Alistair comes strength, and with Queen Anora, wisdom, and nothing, not even darkspawn, will prevail against the strength of a Ferelden united under their rule.
Wynne, can you help?
Morrigan, can you do anything?
I have some bandages.
Maybe they'll help.
I can set the leg and ease some of the pain, but he'll need a lot of rest in order to heal.
The leg is wounded, but that will heal in time.
The foot... may have to come off.
I don't have time to rest now.
I'm so close.
The Urn is just up that mountain.
I thought you might say that... but if the foot goes, it goes.
There are more important things than an old man's feet.
It's not so bad...
I think I can still walk.
I've been there.
There is no way in.
Are you insane?
You're hurt!
No, we have to get you back to Denerim where it's safe.
Ah... but there is.
This medallion?
Yes, that is your key.
Take me to the mountainside, and I will show you.
Eirik wears a medallion that opens the temple door...
I've seen what he does with it.
I killed Eirik, but found no medallion.
I need to find the Ashes.
Arl Eamon gets sicker by the day.
It is not that far and... will you let me lean on you?
For the Urn, any pain is worth enduring.
Ah, good.
Help me up here.
I'll try not to slow us down.
Are you sure you can make the journey?
All right.
Let's leave now.
First let me make sure it's safe outside.
No, I think you should return to Denerim.
No.
Tell me how to open the door.
In a while.
I want to make sure it's safe outside.
That's wise.
There are many more villagers than the one's you've already dealt with.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Very well.
Since you will not let me help, I will return to my home in Denerim.
But first, the medallion.
It is not a solid piece of bronze.
It can be manipulated like so...
There should be a place to insert the medallion... an indentation of some sort, perhaps?
They caught me well before I reached the mountain.
I will be able to make it to one of the trade routes.
From there I'll be fine.
What do I do with this?
You mean you don't know?
That should be easy to find.
And for a moment I thought you were being useful.
Thank you.
I will take it from here.
How will you make it back to Denerim?
So close, and yet so far.
I will return home then.
You say that now, but how will you enter the temple?
Do you know how to unlock the door in the mountain?
I came here to find you, not the Urn.
And you do?
I'm sure I will figure it out.
Oh, what must I do then?
And you have found me.
Why not go a little further?
Look out the door and you will see the final resting place of Andraste Herself!
Why not see for yourself if the legend is true?
Are you sure?
I did not know about the key till I heard Eirik speak of it, till I saw what he did with it.
You dealt with Eirik.
Did you find a medallion on him?
The medallion is the key.
The medallion is like... a puzzle box...
I will show you, if you bring it to me.
The arl is sick?
Will he live?
Haven lies in the shadow of the mountain that holds the Urn.
There is an old temple there, built to protect it.
The door is always locked, but I know what the key is.
My research led me to Haven... and I have heard the villagers talking.
I know the Urn is here.
How do you know?
No. <desc>Sigh</desc> I apologize.
I shouldn't be rude.
You're here to help.
Wait!
Please... the weeks I've spent here have made me crotchety.
I apologize.
I...
I need your help.
So it seems.
They take great pains to keep it well-hidden.
I... ungh!
I suppose it's not my time... though I've begged for death several times over the past few... nggh!
You don't know how glad I am to see someone who isn't from this village.
I-- <desc>groans</desc>
Days like today really show me how much age has caught up with me...
Well, then I suppose you don't need me.
Bye-bye.
While I would like the pain to stop, I would prefer it if death were not involved.
It is... just the same as the mirror which Flemeth smashed on the ground, so long ago.
It is incredible that you found one so like it.
I am uncertain what to say.
You must wish something in return, certainly.
You say that as if I should be accustomed to such a thing.
I have... never received a gift, not one which did not come at a price.
I suppose I should say thank you.
For the gift. 'Tis... most thoughtful, truly.
I have... never received a gift.
Not one that did not also come with a price attached.
But I would be a fool not to accept such a gesture with grace.
Your gift is... most thoughtful.
Thank you.
Perhaps there is a price to pay, yet? <desc>Chuckles</desc> If so, 'tis deserved.
Thank you, truly.
Ah, then it is a bribe, of sorts.
That I am more comfortable with, I will admit.
I promise nothing, but I will... endeavor to improve my demeanor, then, as you request.
Yet I have nothing that is not also yours.
Still, I shall think of something.
That which has value should be appreciated.
What I wanted?
What I wanted was to survive.
If Flemeth allowed you to leave with this grimoire then surely 'tis less than worthless!
As am I.
I cared for you.
I actually believed that you would protect me.
And now look what you have done.
As am I.
I trusted you, I believed you would protect me.
And now, look what you have done!
What you thought best.
And what is that?
Condemning me to death?
Why thank you, I quite agree.
That certainly is best, isn't it?
I told you the truth of what I found in that book, of what Flemeth intends for me.
Believe what you will, I acted to preserve myself.
And since you will not help me, you force me to act again.
I must leave you now and... deal with Flemeth myself.
Maybe so.
Certainly I had hoped to avoid this particular alternative.
No.
I no longer trust you, nor am I confident I even have the luxury of time any longer.
I would have preferred if you had simply refused to help me at all, but thank you.
So I am the liar, then?
And 'tis Flemeth whom you believe has no reason to deceive you?
And how did that stop you from acting?
What did she tell you that was so easily believed that you condemn me so?
It is, in fact.
I am eager to hear that my very survival is no longer in question, after all.
Let me say that I am very thankful for what you have done, then, and much relieved.
Ah.
Yes, I have no doubt that 'twas so, despite the necessity.
I... see.
Yes, I suppose that is true, despite the necessity.
Then why lie about it?
Unless you did not slay her after all.
And that is it, no?
She remains alive.
I can see it in your expression.
Did you do nothing?
Or is it worse than that?
Did you tell her what I discovered?
Don't be ridiculous.
It's a gift, Morrigan.
It's simply a present.
For a beautiful woman.
You could be a little nicer, I suppose.
You could repay me for it.
I brought you her grimoire.
Isn't that what you wanted?
I did what I thought was best.
I'm sorry.
Maybe you should have done that to start with.
Wait, don't go.
I will help you once I have the time.
Then I wish you well.
Good luck.
Then go, and good riddance.
She told me what you're really after.
I didn't need to tell her anything.
Fine, I killed her.
Is that what you wanted to hear?
Yes, and she's dead.
It was not a pleasant task, you know.
She was, and she left.
Alive.
Ah, you're back.
Well?
I see you're back.
Are you ready to go?
Is this the medallion you were talking about?
I'll be back soon.
Drake Scale Armor
<emp>Acquire drake scales for drake scale armor</emp>
Master Wade in Denerim's Market District can make amazing drake scale armor if you give him enough drake scales.
He seems positively eager to do so.
I think you should return to Denerim.
No, not yet.
I'll be back.
<emp>Acquire drake scales for drake scale armor</emp>
Master Wade is crafting your drake scale armor free of charge.
It may take some time, though.
You have refused Morrigan's help and have told her that you want no part in her ritual.
Morrigan's Ritual
Alistair has agreed to perform the ritual with Morrigan.
Tonight, he will join with her to conceive a child that will become a vessel for the essence of an Old God.
I was hoping you could answer some questions I have.
Enlighten me about something.
All right.
What is on your mind?
Weylon?
What about him?
He believed in me even when I lost faith in myself.
I will honor his memory.
Was there something else you wanted to say to me then?
What do you know about Haven and its people?
What were the villagers doing with you?
Why does Haven have revered fathers?
Brother, I think you should know about Weylon...
I found his body in your basement.
I'm sorry, Brother.
There will be time to grieve.
Weylon died protecting your research.
They had him killed; an imposter was put in his place.
I assume you are actually asking whether Flemeth herself gave birth to me.
Truly, I do not know.
I once asked Flemeth that very question, and she merely laughed at me.
Was there... was there something else you wanted to say?
As I said, you cannot make progress if you do not have the key to the temple.
You do not have the medallion yet.
Retrieve it, and then we will talk more.
I am ready to leave for the temple.
I think you should return to Denerim.
I will go on alone.
No.
I'll be back soon.
They call themselves the Disciples of Andraste, and they are very, very devoted.
One could say fanatically so.
They must be here to protect the Urn... but they speak of Andraste as though... as though She were still alive.
I'm old enough to know that anything is possible, child...
I thought so at first, but I'm not so sure anymore.
I certainly hope the Ashes will save him.
The legends speak of their miraculous powers.
Was there something else you wanted to discuss?
Is that possible?
They must be talking about the Urn.
Perhaps the Maker has performed a miracle.
The Ashes will cure Arl Eamon, won't they?
Nothing important, Brother.
I do not know.
When the Chantry was established, it was decided that only female priests would ever be ordained.
It is possible that the villagers--the Disciples of Andraste--predate the Chantry, and so have no knowledge of the Chantry's rules.
They seemed intent on finding out personal information about me.
Where I grew up, things like that...
They must have been planning to do with me what they did to Weylon.
Plant an imposter.
Yes... yes, it was.
Just as they did with Weylon... they must have been close to killing me, then.
An imposter?
What happened to the real Weylon?
Ah, well, I'm sure he'll be there when I return to Denerim.
I can see it in your eyes... they killed him, didn't they?
The questions they asked... it was strange...
Oddly enough, no.
I mentioned it when I got here, which was probably what got me captured, and then it was never mentioned again.
That's curious.
They were planning to place a fake Genitivi in Denerim.
It's just a hunch.
There was an imposter Weylon at your house.
<act>Lie</act> Uh, I'm not sure.
Well, maybe I'm wrong.
Did they ask you about your search for the Urn?
I'm sorry, but he's dead.
Found his body stuffed in a box.
Baizyl
Lord Darvianak Volney
Gwiddon
Myaja
Piotin
Roshen
Seweryn
Varick
Wojech
<emp>Acquire drake scales for drake scale armor</emp>
Master Wade finished your set of drake scale armor.
Although he wasn't happy with it, the armor is amazing.
Master Wade will happily craft more armor for you, if you can provide him with the scales.
<emp>Acquire drake scales for drake scale armor</emp>
You've provided Master Wade with even more drake scales and he's making you another set.
Herren
<emp>Acquire drake scales for drake scale armor</emp>
Even the exacting Master Wade is proud of the second set of drake scale armor he made you.
Master Wade
Liselle
You did not persuade Baizyl to fight for Harrowmont again.
Baizyl's Burden
You did not get Gwiddon to fight for Harrowmont.
<emp>Find out why Gwiddon won't fight in the Provings</emp>
One of Harrowmont's representatives in the Proving, Gwiddon, has decided to drop out.
If you could find out why, and persuade him to fight again, it would certainly help Harrowmont's cause.
Apparently, Gwiddon heard that Harrowmont had given up on the throne and Gwiddon did not want to be seen supporting a loser because it would shame both him and his family.
You let Gwiddon know that Harrowmont had no intention of conceding to Bhelen, and he has agreed to crack some skulls in the Proving for Harrowmont.
Gwiddon's Gossip
Look at the architecture, very reminiscent of the Tevinter style, but with several differences.
Ah, yes... the decorative carvings are less intricate, but have a more fluid form...
And there... a key to open the way.
Now... where does this go?
Now what?
It looks different opened up like that.
I wonder who created that.
All those long years has led up to this very moment...
It may have been passed down through the generations from the first people who built the temple.
Ah, look, these pillars tell of Andraste's life.
Here, She sings praises to the Maker, and bends His ear...
She beseeches the Maker to return to His people, His heart softens...
The carving is worn but still clear, after all these years.
<emp>Find out why Baizyl won't fight</emp>
Baizyl Harrowmont, one of Harrowmont's fighters, has decided not to fight for Harrowmont in the Provings.
You should try to find out why.
You returned Baizyl's love-letters to him.
He is relieved to know that both he and Revelka are safe.
Baizyl will fight for Harrowmont again.
<emp>Retrieve Baizyl's love letters</emp>
Baizyl was having an affair with an Aeducan girl, Revelka, even when Revelka was promised to another man.
Myaja, one of Bhelen's fighters, has found these letters and is going to expose Baizyl and his love unless he stays out of the Provings.
If you can retrieve the love-letters, Baizyl will agree to fight for Harrowmont again.
Go.
I will be all right.
Perhaps my destiny was only to lead <emp>you</emp> to the Urn.
You fought as Harrowmont's champion in the Provings and won, earning him great glory and honor.
Lord Harrowmont will be pleased.
<emp>Return the love letters to Baizyl</emp>
You've found the letters Myaja was blackmailing Baizyl with.
Baizyl will be overjoyed to have these returned to him.
Is there anything else I need to know about the temple?
I'll be right here if you need me.
Try not to get in trouble.
I think my decision to stay here was the best one, don't you?
I'd love to see it all, but I don't know if I ever will.
Ooh!
Did you discover something fascinating within the temple?
Not yet, but I wanted to discuss something with you.
Actually, I should go.
No, this temple is huge.
Bah, it's my job.
Just be careful, that's all I ask.
The temple is... perilous.
Thank you.
You've been a great help.
Definitely.
I will be back soon.
Uh, we really should leave before someone sees us.
Ugh.
The smell... let us leave as soon as possible.
I wonder if this is the same thing.
Stop!
You will go no further.
You do not have the right to demand my name.
Oh?
Is that so?
You'll stand aside if you want to live.
'Tis not inconceivable that she could capture a Chasind man, or perhaps change to a more attractive form to attract him willingly.
I find it more difficult to imagine her with child.
As a matter of fact, I remember her being younger once.
She had black hair much like my own, long and lustrous.
But how could that be if she is centuries old?
Has she become wizened only recently?
Or are the tales of her legend only that and nothing more?
It seems likely, does it not?
In an animal form a babe could easily be spirited away and raised as Flemeth's own.
Who knows for certain?
Flemeth is unique in her fashion, providing that the tales of her legend are as she claims... and she claims little.
I do know the tales of Flemeth having many daughters, even though I have never met another.
And Flemeth has always treated me as her blood.
Must one be a doting and simpering moron to be considered a suitable mother?
What an odd thing to say.
Why must "love" enter into the equation?
I would have nothing in common with them, nor any need for what they might provide.
I sense a hint of judgment in your words.
Flemeth taught me everything I needed to learn.
How to survive.
The meaning of power.
The truth of men.
If other mothers do not teach these things, then I believe them the lesser.
Room for coddling and weakness?
Why should such things be desirable?
Take a man such as yourself.
Between us, there could be sex.
Lust.
Passion.
Anything else is simply a delusion.
To indulge in love is to indulge in delusion.
Surely a Grey Warden such as yourself does not believe otherwise?
I shall take this as a compliment.
Was it meant as such?
I would.
Coddling such desires is a weakness.
Oh?
How interesting.
You agree that love is a weakness, then?
More the fool are you, then.
Weakness is never desirable.
She was not always as old as she is now, was she?
Could she have stolen you as a child?
Can an abomination even reproduce?
She doesn't seem very "motherly."
Does that mean you love her?
What if you have real family out there?
A cozy family of abominations and apostates.
Sounds lovely.
Is there no place for nurturing and love?
Nothing wrong with a little delusion.
Now I see where you get it from.
If you'd like to think so.
Not really.
The righteous do not fear death.
I do not wish to talk.
Fight, coward!
Lucjan
Farinden
I am Father Kolgrim, leader and guide to the Disciples of Andraste.
Tell me your name, and I will tell you why am I here.
The prophet Andraste has overcome death itself and has returned to Her faithful in a form more radiant than you can imagine!
Andraste is dead.
Are you talking about the Urn?
Not even the Tevinter Imperium could hope to slay Her now.
What hope do you have?
The Urn?
Ha!
The Urn is nothing but a relic of the past.
At times, perhaps.
A world full of people and buildings and things was all very foreign to me.
If I wished companionship, I ran with the wolves and flew with the birds.
If I spoke, 'twas to the trees.
What did I have to compare it with?
In time I began to wonder, of course.
Such simple pleasures will only enthrall for so long.
For a time.
But one can only remain a child for so long.
I recall the first time I crept beyond the edge of the Wilds.
I did so in animal form, remaining in the shadows and watching these strange townsfolk from afar.
I happened upon a noblewoman by her carriage, adorned in sparkling garments the likes of which I had never before seen.
I was dazzled.
This, to me, seemed what true wealth and beauty must be.
I snuck up behind her and stole a hand mirror from the carriage. 'Twas encrusted in gold and crystalline gemstones and I hugged it to my chest with delight as I sped back to the Wilds.
I saw what I desired and I took it.
Such a concept did not even exist to me.
She was not.
Flemeth was furious with me.
I was a child and had not yet come into my full power, and I had risked discovery for the sake of a pretty bauble.
To teach me a lesson, Flemeth took the mirror and smashed it upon the ground.
I was heartbroken.
And a foolish one.
Flemeth was right to break me of my fascination.
That is because I learned my lesson well.
Beauty and love are fleeting and have no meaning.
Survival has meaning.
Power has meaning.
Without those lessons I would not be here today, as difficult as they might have been.
You <emp>suppose</emp> it's true? 'Tis true.
Take yourself.
You do not honestly desire such things from me, do you? 'Tis better to be free of such cloying and cluttering delusions as love.
Such vehement agreement.
I imagine that should please me?
No matter.
I tire of this discussion.
Let us move on, shall we?
There.
I am glad you agree.
Then more the fool you, I think.
I do not consider it a limitation.
Not leaping into a burning building also happens to be an experience best avoided.
Indeed.
They can be pleasant diversions, after all. <desc>Chuckles</desc> For another time.
Why?
Are you going to teach me differently? <desc>Chuckles</desc> Let us move on, shall we?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> If only men would always act accordingly when properly forewarned.
We shall see, shall we not?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> 'Twas only an example.
But have it your way.
I see.
Well, we all have our weaknesses, don't we?
Cynicism is a trait of the true survivor.
Considering your situation you would do well to remember that.
An honest answer, if a somewhat vapid one.
You shall learn in time, if fortune smiles on you.
And did they speak back?
And that seemed normal to you?
But you eventually left?
That sounds wonderful.
So you were a thief?
I can't imagine Flemeth was pleased.
But you were just a child.
I have a hard time picturing you heartbroken.
Flemeth was right, no doubt.
I feel sorry for you.
But you don't need to live that way any longer.
They made you stronger, didn't they?
Love?
No I certainly don't want that from you.
You're right.
Love is so unnecessary.
And what if I did want that?
Why limit yourself?
It's too bad you feel that way.
No, there really couldn't be.
Trust me.
I do, in fact, believe otherwise.
No, you're quite right.
That sounds very cynical.
I'm not sure what I believe.
This is heresy!
I cannot let this continue.
And what has happened to the Ashes?
I have come for the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
I've come to make sure you never hurt anyone again.
Kill us, and you will face Andraste.
She will smell our blood and the blood of her children on you and Her wrath will be great.
An old temple must hold riches, yes?
Hmph.
You are so driven by greed that you would kill any that stand in your way.
Well, it stops now.
They are still within this temple, but why do we need ashes when we serve the risen Andraste in all Her glory?
So you can give me the Urn then?
You did this all for an ancient relic?
Know this, stranger...
Fan
You know nothing!
Andraste revealed Herself to us!
We are Her Chosen!
No, your Andraste will fall before me, as others have.
You dare to threaten the holy and beloved Andraste?
You will die before you ever lay eyes on Her.
So you are after the Ashes.
Hmm... perhaps there is a way for you to make up for your desecration of our home and temple.
I wish to see this arisen Andraste.
You treat the Ashes with such disdain.
You're mad.
Andraste is dead.
Sorry?
There is no need to feel sorry for me.
What is there to be sorry for?
Do I not?
I am still an apostate mage, even if I have left the Wilds.
The darkspawn are yet undefeated.
No, there is much that remains.
They did, indeed.
What are they but the remains of a mortal woman?
They have nothing compared to the power we draw from the living Andraste.
Perhaps... perhaps there is something you can do for us.
Are they not magical?
Is there some way I can partake of this power?
I need to find the Urn.
I think I shall defeat this Andraste and take this power.
Then you should have no qualms about giving them to me.
You've gone too far.
I will see you dead!
None but the Disciples may approach Andraste.
She is not ready yet, but when the time is right, She will descend upon the nations in fiery splendor, and all will know Her.
But... perhaps there is a way to make up for your recent transgressions.
I want to see this glorious Andraste.
Allow me to introduce myself: I am Father Kolgrim.
I lead the Disciples of Andraste.
Just say what you have to say.
Atop this mountain lie the remains of the mortal Andraste.
The Urn is watched by an immortal guardian.
He is trapped in the past and refuses to accept the risen Andraste.
By the Chantry that was established by those that murdered the first Andraste.
Why should you care what they forbid?
I suppose that makes sense.
I have a bad feeling about this.
To return to your original question, perhaps my time in the Wilds was indeed lonely.
But such was how it had to be.
I find myself at times wondering what might have become of the girl with the beautiful, golden mirror... but such fantasies have no place amidst reality.
What?
And I thought you could be reasoned with.
It seems I was wrong.
The Chantry only seeks power.
No, I cannot allow such talk to continue.
How can you say that?
The Chantry offers guidance to so many!
Your Chantry does not know the Maker better than any other man, woman, or child.
It only pretends to.
You're right.
Why should I care?
The rewards will be great.
You will share in Andraste's power and be blessed as one of Her own.
Then we cannot allow you to leave here.
What sort of power are you talking about?
I'm sorry, but I cannot do what you want.
I still don't think I can do this thing.
Children?
You mean the dragons?
Is Andraste a dragon?
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She is so much more.
She is even more glorious than all the Old Gods combined!
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<desc>The earthen jug sits on the altar and is currently empty.</desc>
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<act>Ignore the jug for now.</act>
The holy Andraste wishes us to reclaim Her Ashes for Her, but the Guardian has always stopped us.
You would destroy the Ashes?
I would see you dead first.
Evil?
Who are you to judge us?
You speak of evil.
I must destroy you.
Whether or not the Chantry forbids it, blood magic is a destructive, corrupting force you would do well to steer clear of.
Athras has died, and his hopes with him.
Succeed in your task, and you will share in Her glory.
You are right.
Andraste is glorious.
Also know that the Ashes have healing properties.
It may be prudent to save some for yourself before completing your task.
No.
Our Andraste has gone to the Maker's side.
She will not return.
Some disagreed with him.
I heard their cries of pain and loss which were quickly silenced.
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Piotin's Henchman
There is suffering in your past--your suffering, and the suffering of others.
I would like to see the Urn.
Let's not waste time.
How do I get to the Urn?
And I will be here, as I always am.
The dragon is not really Andraste, is she?
I will be back in a little while.
Welcome again, pilgrim.
I cannot.
It is my duty to protect the Urn.
Stand aside.
Show me the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
Why have they fallen for this ridiculous lie?
Let us assume that this imaginary good side exists.
What exactly would be the benefit for you to "get on it?"
Oh?
Do I not smile enough to suit you?
How very negligent.
Perhaps you have mistaken me for a djinn?
Perhaps you do.
I've a few other words you might try spelling as well.
You'd be surprised how enjoyable a good game can be.
But have it your way.
I'll settle for a smile, actually.
Power beyond my wildest dreams?
Do I really have to spell it out?
If you're going to play games, forget it.
Tell me more about the disciples.
You only need a small pinch for that.
The rest of the power contained in the Ashes must be returned to Andraste.
But I need the Ashes to cure a sick man.
And what sort of knowledge will I receive?
I don't think I could do this.
It is not right.
Let me see.
I would expect favor to come with a price.
Perhaps you would be willing to pay a compliment?
Is that too much, hm?
<desc>Laughs</desc> I suppose I did not specify that I wanted it <emp>myself</emp>, did I?
I suppose stating the obvious will have to do.
You spoil all the fun, don't you?
Why not?
Something worked for is something valued, after all.
If you cannot even say what you want, why should I give it to you?
Simple I can work with.
Very well, then.
You are on my good side.
Best watch your step that you don't fall off.
Then I will simply have to apologize.
I do not play well with others, I'm afraid.
And, in case you were wondering, that <emp>was</emp> my good side.
I can see why you might ask this, despite knowing the fate that she has in store for me.
The truth is that no... under normal circumstances, of course I would not turn against my mother so.
For all that she is not the picture of maternal love, I mean her no ill will.
But Flemeth herself taught me long ago: once you know your enemy, strike quickly and without mercy.
Were our positions reversed, she would no doubt do exactly the same.
I know my mother well.
I knew from the moment I read that tome that this is what she had intended from the start, old questions were suddenly answered.
You can have doubt if you wish.
I have none.
Possibly.
Stopping her before she can steal my body is the most direct way, even you must agree.
I do not know how much time I might have to find an alternative.
Do you have a suggestion?
Indeed.
Where shall I run to?
And for how long?
Eventually Flemeth would find me, have no doubt of that.
And neither do I.
Make no mistake, without your help I would be forced to desperate measures.
I would need to flee at the very least, to find... something.
But thankfully I do not need to.
I have thought this through carefully.
That is not the same thing, is it?
I know no such spell.
I could create such a spell only if I knew the details of mother's ritual, and that would only be found in her true grimoire... which she will never give up.
From whom?
Shall I go to the Circle of Magi or the mighty templars, tell them of Flemeth and hope they surprise her in her hut and slay her quickly?
Surely they would be pleased to help an unfortunate apostate such as myself, and would send me on my way once they finished their grim task.
No, no one could and would help without my exchanging one danger for another.
I cannot say.
You are my only hope, in truth.
Why?
Do you wish me to beg for your help now?
Is that what you truly want?
This is my life that is on the line and I am desperate.
I know no other way to say it.
I see.
And here I thought you might be different then other men.
I see.
As you wish.
I am begging you.
Please.
Please help me.
Save me from my mother.
Thank you. <emp>Again</emp>.
You may think this is a laughing matter.
I do not.
And so is my mother.
That is why there is no other choice.
Good.
Then, please... end this waiting and deal with her as soon as you can.
This is driving me nearly mad.
I do.
The only question, then, is whether or not you intend to carry through with your promise.
Then I am relieved.
Please do so as soon as possible... the waiting is driving me nearly mad.
Now I have time enough to study Mother's grimoire to find a way to prevent her from stealing my body in the future.
For she will be back.
One day.
I have no doubt of that.
And if I cannot protect myself, one day I will track her down again in whatever body she inhabits... and she will die again.
And again, if need be.
But there is no need to think of such things now.
I have you to thank for saving me, so let us... return to the task of dealing with the darkspawn, no?
We should... we have no idea what will happen in days to come... to talk of such things now.
I... you should not be so... you have no idea what will happen in days to come, to make such promises.
Truly?
That is the last thing I would have thought, considering our relationship.
But I am... grateful.
You... too much could happen in days to come to... make such promises.
Yet I am... grateful.
I... think a time shall come when I will repay you.
Do not worry.
Let us go.
There is much to be done before... there is still much to be done.
Now I have time to find a some way to prevent Flemeth from stealing my body in the future, even without her grimoire.
I am brilliant and amazing.
You are brilliant and amazing.
Yes, it is.
I'm not trying to court you.
Are you joking?
You're fishing for a compliment?
I want you.
It's as simple as that.
Forget it, then.
I dislike games.
I just want us to get along, that's all.
But what if this is a misunderstanding?
There must be some other way to stop this.
Run.
Then I don't know.
You've already made up your mind.
A spell to protect yourself?
Find help.
No, not really.
And what would you do if I didn't help you?
No, I don't want that.
A little begging can't hurt.
Well, if you're going to <emp>beg</emp>...
I was only joking.
You don't need to get angry.
Very well.
I will help you.
No.
I've decided not to.
That is rather cold and heartless.
I agree with you.
This is necessary.
I will deal with Flemeth, as I said I would.
No.
I can't do this.
I was thinking more what now between us?
I will always protect you, Morrigan.
You know you can always rely on me, right?
And you'll think of a way to thank me?
Good.
I'm glad you're safe.
I didn't expect to see you so soon, my friend.
Do you bring good news?
Better, much better.
It seems I shall have the limp for the rest of my days, but at least I have my life.
How is your leg?
Olaniv
I found the Urn.
I have spoken to the Chantry.
They were very interested in organizing an expedition, and I...
I am to lead them!
We are to study the temple and open the way for pilgrims.
Isn't it exciting?
I have dreamed of this for so long.
Decades.
Yes.
I am happy for you, Brother.
Sure.
If you say so.
Did... did you find it?
The Urn?
Yes, I found the Urn.
And if I can ask, have you... gone to see the arl?
I have heard no news.
Arl Eamon has been cured by the Ashes.
And the arl is in Denerim for the Landsmeet?
I was relieved to hear that he is alive and well.
It really is a miracle.
The Maker smiles on us.
Thank you.
Then hurry.
I pray it's not already too late.
I have not gone to see him yet.
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Trunk
A <emp>double</emp> wedding!
You're getting married, and so is Soris!
No need to say it.
I can read your intentions from your expression.
Do you take me for a fool?
Let us not drag this out further.
I already know of Leliana's ultimatum.
We have had our time together.
She cannot take that away from us.
But now 'tis done, yes?
So be it.
To tell it truly, she is far more suited to you.
Go, then.
Go and revel in your domesticated bliss.
How nice for you.
Now let us not speak of this again.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Even if it did, would either of us notice?
We have better things to do than dwell on the past.
Let us not speak of this again.
You should have bedded me while you had the chance.
Nevertheless, all that is done now, yes?
So be it.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Naturally not.
Better to have us both and not ask questions, yes? 'Tis an arrangement I can see the benefit of, perhaps, even if she never would.
Of course.
I am not overly fond of sharing, either.
'Tis a curious thing.
I do not know how else to describe it.
No, nothing is wrong.
It... is a little embarrassing to admit, in fact.
I am reminded of our first meeting in the Wilds.
I had been in animal form for some time, watching your progress.
I was intrigued to see such a formidable woman, obviously more potent than the men she traveled with.
I knew immediately that you were far more formidable than the other men you traveled with.
I found you intriguing.
Yet I resented it when Flemeth assigned me to travel with you.
I assumed that, at best, you would drive me from your company as soon as we left the Wilds.
I am aware that I have... little talent for forming friendships.
To put it lightly. 'Tis something I know nothing of, nor ever thought I needed.
Yet when I discovered Flemeth's plans, you did not abandon me.
Whatever your reasons you fought what must have been a terrible battle without hope of real reward.
Even so, you went.
No one has ever... 'twas unexpected, that is all.
And that is what I do not understand.
Of all the things I could have imagined would have resulted when Flemeth told me to go with you, the very last would have been that I would find in you a friend.
Perhaps even a sister.
I want you to know that while I may not always prove... worthy... of your friendship, I will always value it.
I have been with men physically, those who lusted after me and even professed love... but friendship with a man?
I did not know 'twas even possible.
Tell me, could there ever be anything more... between you and I?
Have you ever considered it?
As I thought.
I had to ask, of course.
Yes, of course.
I simply had to ask.
Which these are not.
I understand.
Except that there is another.
I understand completely.
Still, 'tis good to think that we are friends.
Of all the things I could have imagined when Flemeth told me to go with you, this would be the very last.
And what about now?
We could be together, you and I.
As more than friends.
If you wished it.
As do I.
This, too, was... unexpected.
We are not in camp, so come... let us continue what we were doing.
For now.
The extent of my usefulness does not explain the interest and kindness you have shown since the Wilds.
You could as easily have ignored me entirely, yet you did not.
You will need to forgive me for speaking so awkwardly... but do you suppose that we have become friends, you and I?
I have nothing to compare it to.
Indeed?
Remarkable.
Except that there is another.
So friends we must remain.
As was I.
Then I have misspoken.
Still, it has been pleasant enough to travel with you.
Knowing that we are not friends will make it easier, in the end... to part.
But enough of such idle talk.
There are more useful things to be done, surely.
Of that I have little doubt.
Of course you did.
And Flemeth knew this.
Still, I expected the worst.
Naturally a mage such as yourself would be intrigued.
And Flemeth knew this.
Still, I expected the worst.
Indeed I am, a little.
<desc>Laughs</desc> That would be rather unlikely, would it not?
No, I... 'tis not vital.
I was merely thinking out loud.
That is true.
I am not given to introspection.
In fact, we need not discuss it at all. 'Twas an errant thought, nothing more.
I notice that you are spending a great deal of time with that girl.
The bard.
Do you not?
I'm not surprised, to be truthful.
Oh, I'm not opposed to the girl.
She seems... agreeable enough.
For the sort of man who likes that sort of thing.
My point is that you and I have shared a bed together.
It seems hardly fitting to have you doting upon that girl at the very same time, does it?
Is that so?
Perhaps you should make that suggestion to Leliana.
I imagine that her reception will be as chilly as mine.
I suppose I am simply curious as to your intentions towards her.
Or towards me, for that matter.
I suddenly find myself acting the possessive wife.
I do not enjoy it, and I have little doubt that 'tis just as unappealing to you.
The crux of the matter is this: I do not share.
If you wish to pursue that girl, that means you do not wish to pursue me.
'Tis all the same to me.
I will not be where I am not valued.
I simply wish to know where I stand.
Perhaps you have no real interest in me.
I will not be where I am not valued, and I certainly will not compete.
I simply wish to know where I stand.
I am, in fact.
Her or me, it cannot be that difficult.
I do not believe so.
I do not wish to lay claim to you simply because we have been intimate.
It was what it was, and if that is to end, then so be it.
I will not, however, be dallied with while you openly attend to another woman.
Make your choice and let us be done with it.
Then you will need to say that to Leliana.
Sooner rather then later.
Ah.
And before I forget my original thought, I have something for you.
We are not speaking of commitment.
I simply needed to know if there was any point.
I do not wish to appear the fool, after all.
There is no need for apologies.
If she is what you desire, then let us dispense with any further pretense of romance.
Go, and do as you wish.
And so there it is.
And yet the evidence speaks to the contrary.
If you feel nothing for the girl, your actions say otherwise.
Is it not?
It seems to me that 'tis exactly what I think.
'Tis a ring.
Now, before you get any foolish notions, let me explain.
Flemeth once gave me the ring because it allowed her to find me no matter where I went, in case I was ever captured by hunters.
I disabled its power as soon as we left the Wilds.
Recently, however, I thought to change it.
Now, I will be able to find whoever wears it instead.
'Tis not to track you, you understand.
I believe you are too important to risk.
If you were to get captured, however, it would be far easier to find you with this.
'Tis not given out of sentimentality.
I believe you are too important to risk.
If you were captured, this ring would allow the rest of us to find you quickly.
Flemeth used to say that 'twas a link between us, one that I presumed worked both ways.
I never tested it, but I doubt she would have lied over such a thing.
So it would mean I am linked to you as much as you to I.
I... do not know.
As I said, I never tested it.
Perhaps.
If you think the ring is laced with a deadly poison, or worse, then refuse it.
Perhaps 'twas foolish of me to offer it.
I... have no desire to see us part company so soon.
Not unless we wish to, that is.
Do not read more into it than is there.
You have supplied me with equipment, certainly this is not so very different, is it?
Now you are mocking me.
Do you wish the ring or not?
I am tempted to simply keep it.
As you wish, then.
Obviously I have an ulterior motive, passing you a dangerous magical object on the sly.
Best to refuse, really.
Forget I said anything.
In fact, leave me be.
Then here, take it.
And let us not speak of it further.
You... are welcome.
Perhaps it will be useful some day.
I mean that I have a gift for you.
No need to say what?
That's what I'm hoping for.
This won't cause problems between you two?
Good.
It's done.
This is so unnecessary.
They insisted.
You know how it is.
Then we needn't drag this out.
What?
Is something wrong?
Why would I do that?
It was not such a terrible battle, trust me.
I did it because I'm your friend.
No.
Never.
I am involved with someone else.
Maybe.
Under the right circumstances.
I have considered it, yes.
I... don't think so, Morrigan.
I would prefer we stayed friends.
I do.
I wish it.
I did it because I need you here.
I suppose you could call it that.
I would certainly hope so.
I was hoping to be more than friends.
No, I wouldn't say that.
Don't get gushy.
It was nothing personal.
Believe me, I was tempted.
I needed a mage.
And lose your talents and secrets?
You look confused.
Oh?
Did you have your first feeling?
Is this really important?
Thinking about what?
That's not like you.
Then can we discuss it later?
I assume you mean Leliana.
I don't like the way you say "that girl."
Why not?
Perhaps she could join us.
I won't have you talking about Leliana like that.
I'm not doting upon her.
You aren't jealous, are you?
You needed my commitment first?
I want Leliana.
I'm sorry.
If this is how you want it, fine.
Leliana it is.
I care for Leliana deeply.
Leliana means nothing to me.
That sounds a little vague.
So you would always know where I am?
Why do you think I would want this?
It's a sweet gift.
Thank you.
Does it do anything else?
So I could find you, if need be?
How do I know I can trust you?
So you're giving it to me purely out of practicality?
I'm glad to see you care.
No, I can't accept it.
Fine, hand it over.
Thank you for the gift.
Is it bigger than a bread box?
Since the last time you and that girl shot glances at each other, in fact.
I cannot imagine what you begin to see in her.
I hope at least the dalliance is worthwhile?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Touchy, are we?
Isn't this what friends are supposed to do?
I see. <desc>Chuckles</desc> Glad to hear it, then.
Hm.
More's the pity for you, then.
Should I be? <desc>Chuckles</desc> I know what I'm missing, after all.
Since the last time you and that fool, Alistair, shot glances at each other, in fact.
He must be pleasant enough in bed, for surely I cannot imagine anyone enduring his conversation.
Since the last time you and that rogue, Zevran, shot glances at each other, in fact.
He has his charms, I'll give him that.
Certainly he must be quite something in bed for you to risk so much in order to be close to him.
You are the one acting ridiculously.
Not at all, but you are acting quite the fool.
Have I?
That's none of your business, Morrigan.
We get along well enough in that department, thank you.
Oh, you have no idea.
I happen to love her, you know.
I happen to love him, you know.
He's an idiot, but he's my idiot.
He is rather charming, isn't he?
Don't be ridiculous.
Does that make you unhappy?
'Tis a bit sickening to watch you two, but I imagine it at least takes your mind from our... situation.
Have it your way.
Why, yes.
That must be it.
Green with envy am I.
Lucky for him that someone is willing to claim him, then.
You'd be best to keep your guard up... while enjoying yourself, of course.
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Don't... look at me!
I am... sick...
No help.
No... help for me.
The song... in my head.
It... calls to me.
He sings to me!
I can't stop it!
Don't want... to hurt you, lethallan.
Please... stop me...
Don't want... to hurt you, lethallin.
Please... stop me...
I'm... so sorry, lethallan.
Never wanted this...
I'm... so sorry, lethallin.
Never wanted this...
Always... loved you...
I'm so sorry...
Yes... stop the singing.
Then...
I must leave you no choice.
Too far.
You cannot help me.
You... lethallan...
You... lethallin...
You don't... know who that is, do you?
'Tis a ghoul. 'Tis no longer the one you knew, but a slave now.
Don't... don't come near me!
Stay away!
Stay back, or I will kill you.
We can help you, Tamlen.
Don't be afraid.
Tamlen, what's happened to you?
I wish we'd never found that cave.
If that's what you really want...
Don't ask me to kill you.
I can't do that.
I have to try and heal you, Tamlen!
Stand back, everyone.
I know this one.
Mercy of the gods!
It can't be!
Tamlen?
Is that you?
Mmm... what?
I... oh.
I rather thought I would wake up dead.
Or not wake up at all, as the case may be.
But I see you haven't killed me yet.
Ah!
So I'm to be interrogated?
Let me save you some time.
My name is Zevran.
Zev to my friends.
I am a member of the Antivan Crows, brought here for the sole purpose of slaying any surviving Grey Wardens.
Which I have failed at, sadly.
Then unless you're quite stuck on cutting my throat or something equally gruesome, perhaps you'd care to hear a proposal?
Then unless you're quite stuck on cutting my throat or something equally gruesome, perhaps you'd care to hear that proposal I mentioned earlier?
Unsuccessfully!
Besides, someone in your position can't take these things so personally, can you?
Why not?
I wasn't paid for silence.
Not that I offered it for sale, precisely.
Oh, very true.
Thus there's no reason for me not to tell you everything, is there?
As it is, if you're done with the interrogation, I've a proposal for you.
If you're of a mind.
Consider it something I'm throwing in for free.
Loyalty is an interesting concept.
If you wish, and you're done interrogating me, we can discuss it further.
Ah.
Well, I suppose fair is indeed fair.
What's it to be, then?
All I ask is that you don't eat my remains or anything... barbaric.
I have nightmares about that sort of thing.
But...
I thought...
Well, who am I to go looking gift horses in the mouth?
Hmmm.
No.
No, I won't do that.
Believe me, it sounds like an excellent offer.
But if I leave here without you dead, the Crows will be on me probably before I could even get to Denerim.
And even if I could avoid them, and I might be able to, and even if I could kill your Loghain, and I might, death would still await me.
So... no, I can't accept such a contract.
It wouldn't be right, given the circumstances.
I will certainly do that, though it is a slower death rather than a quicker one.
Still, it is kinder than a cruel death.
I shall take my leave of you, then.
I trust we shall not meet again.
Which is still a death sentence ultimately, isn't it?
But a kindness nevertheless, as it falls on me to survive if I can.
Thank you, dear ser.
I shall not forget your kindness.
Until we meet again.
Thank you, dear lady.
I shall forget neither your fair face nor your kindness.
Until we meet again.
Very well.
Ask and thou shalt receive.
Well, here's the thing.
I failed to kill you, so my life is forfeit.
That's how it works.
If you don't kill me, the Crows will.
Thing is, I like living.
And you obviously are the sort to give the Crows pause.
So let me serve you, instead.
Why?
Because I am skilled at many things, from fighting to stealth and picking locks.
I could also warn you should the Antivan Crows attempt something more... sophisticated... now that my attempts have failed.
I could also stand around and look pretty, if you prefer.
Warm your bed?
Fend off unwanted suitors?
No?
I also know a great many jokes.
Twelve massage techniques, six different card games?
I do wonderful at parties, no?
Well... let's see.
Being allowed to live would be nice, and would make me marginally more useful to you.
And somewhere down the line if you should decide that you no longer have need of me, then I go on my way.
Until then, I am yours.
Is that fair?
I think you're royally tough to kill.
And utterly gorgeous.
Not that I think you'll respond to simple flattery.
But there are worse things in life than serving the whims of a deadly sex goddess.
I think you're royally tough to kill.
I'm only <emp>hoping</emp> that you're stupid.
That was a joke.
Let me re-phrase that.
I'm <emp>hoping</emp> that you're the sort of fellow that takes a chance every now and again.
Ha, ha.
Yes?
To be completely honest, I was never given much of a choice regarding joining the Crows.
They bought me on the slave market when I was a child.
I think I've paid my worth back to them, plus tenfold.
The only way out, however, is to sign up with someone they can't touch.
Even if I did kill you now, they might kill me just on principle for failing the first time.
Honestly, I'd rather take my chances with you.
Possibly.
I happen to know their wily ways, however.
I can protect myself, as well as you.
Not that you seem to need much help.
And if not.... well, it's not as if I had many alternatives to start with, is it?
I happen to be a very loyal person.
Up until the point where someone expects me to die for failing.
That's not a fault, really, is it?
I mean, unless you're the sort who would do the same thing.
In which case I... don't come very well recommended, I suppose.
Thank you, dear lady.
You won't regret this.
Thank you, my lord.
You won't regret this.
We're taking the elf?!
Oh, fine, fine.
I see standards are just falling down all over the place.
I see.
Are we now supposed to engage in some manner of archetypal dwarf-elf banter, my friend?
Welcome, Zevran.
Having an Antivan Crow join us sounds like a fine plan.
Oh?
You are another companion-to-be, then?
I wasn't aware such loveliness existed amongst adventurers, surely.
Or maybe not.
A fine plan.
But I would examine your food and drink far more closely from now on, were I you.
That's excellent advice for anyone.
What?!
You're taking the assassin with us now?
Does that really seem like a good idea?
Right!
Don't mind me, just a peon in your command structure here, wallowing in my insignificance.
Bossy.
Normally, hot.
But now, not so much.
Oh, whatever.
I'm sure you know best.
We could apparently use a swift kick in the head, too, but you don't see me going around asking for one.
Hmmm.
All right, all right.
I see your point.
I... well, no, I suppose we could use whatever help we can get.
Still.
If there was a sign we were desperate, I think it just knocked on the door and said hello.
A rather taciturn fellow in the capital.
Loghain, I think his name was?
Yes, that's it.
I wasn't paid anything.
The Crows, however, were paid quite handsomely.
Or so I understand.
Which does make me about as poor as a chantry mouse, come to think of it.
Being an Antivan Crow isn't for the ambitious, to be perfectly honest.
Well, aside from a distinct lack of ambition I suppose it's because I wasn't given much of a choice.
The Crows bought me young.
I was a bargain, too, or so I'm led to believe.
But don't let my sad story influence you.
The Crows aren't so bad.
They keep one well supplied: Wine, women, men.
Whatever you happen to fancy.
Though the whole severance package is garbage, let me tell you.
If you were considering joining, I'd really think twice about it.
You seem like a bright girl.
I'm sure you've other options.
You seem like a bright lad.
I'm sure you've other options.
I wasn't.
If I had succeeded, I would have returned home and the Crows would have informed your Loghain of the results... if he didn't already know.
If I had failed, I would be dead.
Or I should be, at least as far as the Crows are concerned.
No need to see Loghain then.
What can I say?
I am an eternal optimist.
Although the chances of succeeding at this point seem a bit slim, don't they?
Ha, ha.
No, I don't suppose you'd find that funny, would you?
I have no idea what his issues are with you.
The usual, I imagine.
You threaten his power, yes?
Beyond that, no, I'm not loyal to him.
I was contracted to perform a service.
Well, that's between Loghain and the Crows.
And between the Crows and myself.
Isn't that what we're establishing now?
An order of assassins, of course.
Out of Antiva.
I suppose you wouldn't hear much of them out here, but where I come from we're rather infamous.
Not precisely.
I was in the neighborhood when the offer came.
The Crows get around, you see.
Oh, fine.
Is that what you Fereldans do?
Mock your prisoners?
Such cruelty.
This elf is a Crow?
That makes sense.
They are an order of assassins out of Antiva.
I understand they almost run that nation, and are hired only at great expense.
I can tell you that.
They are an order of assassins out of Antiva.
Very powerful, and renowned for always getting the job done... so to speak.
Someone went to great expense to hire this man.
Quite right.
I'm surprised you haven't heard much of the Crows out here.
Back where I come from, we're rather infamous.
So would I be, in your shoes.
For me, however, it sets a rather poor precedent, doesn't it?
Getting captured by a target seems a tad detrimental to one's budding assassin career.
Yes, it's true.
Too bad for me.
Ah.
So it's questions you have for me, is it?
While I do enjoy a good beating from a handsome brute, let me save you a bit of time and get right to the point.
Ooh, you're rather an aggressive little minx, aren't you?
Lovely, too.
But if it's questions you're planning on asking me, let me save you a little time and get right to the point.
But the purpose behind torture is usually to interrogate, yes?
In that case, despite the potential for fun, perhaps I'll save you a bit of time and get right to the point.
Ohhh, so you kept me around to have a bit of fun, did you?
Hmm.
Of that I have no doubt.
You are most skilled.
If you haven't killed me, however, you must have kept me alive for some purpose, yes?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> It is my way, or so I am told.
Let's see, then.
I assume you kept me alive to ask me some questions, yes?
If so, let me save you time and get right to the point.
<desc>The elven assassin is wounded and unconscious, but alive.
You could tie him up and talk to him, if you wished.</desc>
All right, I'm done with the questions.
Talk.
But know that I'm watching you closely.
You tried to kill me!
Yes.
Actually, I can.
Why are you telling me all this?
There's no reason for me to believe anything you say.
Were you paid to talk my ear off, then?
Aren't you at least loyal to your employers?
Never mind that.
I want you to serve me.
Nothing barbaric.
I'll make this quick. <act>Kill him.</act>
I'm tired of your chatter.
Time to be quiet. <act>Kill him.</act>
I want you to go.
Tell the Crows not to send anyone else.
I have a new job for you.
Assassinate Loghain.
Then never mind that.
You can serve me, instead.
Then I suppose I'll make this quick. <act>Kill him.</act>
Then go.
Tell the Crows not to send anyone else.
Then go.
I don't care what you do, just don't return.
I'm not done questioning you, yet.
I'm listening.
Make it quick.
Why would I want your service?
What do you want in return?
You must think I'm royally stupid.
Funny.
My answer is no.
And what's to stop you from finishing the job later?
Won't they come after you?
Can I expect the same amount of loyalty from you?
Very well.
I accept your offer.
You're here, aren't you?
Collecting cast-offs is what I do.
We're taking him because I say so.
End of story.
Don't worry about it.
We could use him.
If you want to kill him, Alistair, then you do it.
No.
I refuse your offer.
Who hired you to kill us?
How much were you paid?
Then why are you one?
Thanks.
I'll take that under advisement.
When were you to see him next?
<emp>If</emp> you had failed?
Does that mean you're loyal to Loghain?
And now that you've failed that service?
And between you and me?
What are the Antivan Crows?
You came all the way from Antiva?
Not for being good assassins, I see.
I'm rather happy you failed.
Too bad for you, then.
Quiet!
You'll answer when spoken to!
I decided I wanted to torture you, first.
That could be easily rectified.
You seem awfully glib for a prisoner.
I'll ask the questions, here.
<act>Kill him now.</act>
<act>Wake him up and talk to him.</act>
<emp>Enter the hidden temple</emp>
You found Brother Genitivi.
The villagers of Haven captured him when he arrived in search of the Urn.
Genitivi says that to enter the temple in the mountain, you need to obtain Eirik's medallion.
The medallion is the key.
<emp>Enter the hidden temple</emp>
Brother Genitivi led you to the temple entrance and will show you how Eirik's medallion opens the door.
<emp>Brave the gauntlet</emp>
You've learned that to reach the Urn of Sacred Ashes, you need to undergo a test of faith.
The guardian calls this test "the gauntlet." If you survive, you will have proven yourself worthy.
<emp>Find the Urn</emp>
Brother Genitivi, the scholar who was trying to track down Andraste's final resting place, has gone missing.
His assistant, Weylon, hasn't heard from him since he set off to follow a lead on the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
The Redcliffe knights that were looking for Brother Genitivi have also not returned.
Weylon believes that Genitivi's research may have led him into danger.
I should hide to avoid this happening again.
It is fortunate that you appeared when you did.
<emp>Find a finger-bone token and infiltrate Jarvia's hideout</emp>
You've learned that Jarvia's carta base is underneath Dust Town.
The doors that lead into the base are hidden and you need a special finger-bone token to enter.
Obtain a finger-bone token and use it to gain entrance to Jarvia's hideout.
You failed to help Zerlinda.
She remains alone and penniless.
Haven't I heard this somewhere before?
This seems to be a theme with you.
I see.
Perhaps you can be forgiven... this time.
I imagine a grudge is unnecessary.
Your willingness to make amends is... something.
And yet imagine me not caring what you have to say on the topic.
Let us continue on that note, shall we?
Put quite that way, I cannot imagine a single reason why I would not.
Then my enthusiasm for your apology shall match the effort which was made for it.
Oh?
This is new.
I take it this is supposed to change something?
It appears I enjoy your company too much to remain angered.
Have it your way.
I can easily put such matters behind me.
Consider it done... this once.
Indeed.
I rather prefer it thus.
Then why bring it up?
Let us not speak of it again.
Can it wait?
I want to apologize for what I said earlier.
I really am sorry.
Then don't accept my apology.
Or you could just be a bitch.
No, it changes nothing.
I'm Loilinar Ivo, warrior.
Which is more than I can say for that useless sod.
Who was he?
Don't you have a wedding to prepare for?
Nessa?
I thought her family was leaving for the army camp.
I told Nessa she could stay with you.
She could help you out here.
Please, Father.
Just think about what the humans would do to her out there.
No.
This is her home.
Do you want to see her suffer?
Yes.
I will see you later, Father.
I... suppose she can stay.
She is family, after all.
And, if we don't stick up for each other, who will?
Very well.
No, child, of course not.
I thought we raised you better than that. <desc>Sigh</desc>
She's not too bad looking.
Think of the possibilities...
Precious Metals
<emp>Deliver Rogek's lyrium to the Circle of Magi</emp>
The smuggler Rogek needs you to take a shipment of lyrium to the Circle of Magi.
His contact there is a mage named Godwin.
Rogek was pleased to hear that his shipment made it to Godwin.
He rewarded you for your troubles.
<emp>Return to Rogek</emp>
You managed to find Godwin, despite the chaos in the Circle Tower.
The lyrium is now in his hands, and it's time to tell Rogek that you're done with your side of the bargain.
You failed to deliver Rogek's shipment of lyrium to the mage Godwin.
Nadezda
Patrolling Thug
Rogek
Rogek's Thug
Thug Leader
Uh... you're back?
Yes, yes.
Enough of your nagging.
Who are you?
I am the Guardian, the protector of the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
I am not allied with Kolgrim.
You have nothing to fear from me.
I've killed Kolgrim and I will kill you too.
Why do you have a revered father?
Priests are women.
What are you looking at?
Can't a man drink in peace?
Carta Doorman
You've entered Jarvia's hideout. 
We could not speak of it at all, if you would rather.
Apparently.
Not in the "mood" for this.
So this is how it is to be?
I am to hang on your every mood whether or not I may get a word in edge-wise?
Ah, so that is what this is about.
Revenge.
I should have expected it sooner or later.
I am not the one being obstinate.
I should have expected this, sooner or later.
I wish to know your opinion of "love."
Yes. 'Tis a valid question.
I would hardly call it nowhere.
You and I have been intimate, for one.
We have been... close... for some time now.
You are... impressive... in many ways, and you even protected me from Flemeth without hope of reward.
I feel anxious when I look upon you.
I dislike this sense of dependency. 'Tis a weakness I abhor.
If this is "love" I wish to ascertain that you do not feel the same.
No, that's... not what I'm saying.
You need to pay attention.
What I am saying is that I have been foolish.
I have allowed myself to become... too close.
This is a weakness.
Then we are both fools, and we need to do something immediately.
I have allowed myself to become... too close.
This is a weakness, for us both.
Yes, that is much better.
This is how it should be.
You will not regret this.
It will make it... easier... in the end, trust me.
Now let us return to the task at hand.
You are not listening to me.
Do not be such a fool!
Perhaps to you.
This is for your own good.
I would not...
I am not like other women.
I am not worth your distraction.
And you... are not worth mine.
I... you are impossible.
Have it your way.
But I will tell you truly now: You will regret it in the end.
Perhaps you are right.
We enjoy each other's company, why make it more than it is?
I think you will regret it in the end... but so be it.
Good.
Yes, that is good.
That will make this much easier.
Say it again.
For my sake, if you please. "I don't love you."
Ahhh, that is not what I wanted!
Why can you not hear what I am saying?
Indeed.
This can only lead to no good, and I think it already has.
I am... not certain what to say.
I warned you, did I not?
I told you that this was a weakness that was driving me mad.
And yet you insisted.
Yes.
No.
I do, and yet...
I cannot.
'Tis all so... unexpected.
I have no experience with any of it.
And yet I find myself wanting it.
Hungering for it.
For you.
Yes you do.
And I...
I want it, too.
That is not right, is it?
That is not how a normal woman acts?
I can see it in your eyes.
And I am not the sort who believes in such games.
Yet you... bring out that desire in me.
'Tis no excuse, is it?
This is not how a normal person acts.
I can see it in your eyes.
Release me.
Tell me that you wish to end this.
Make me believe you and I... will be grateful.
You miserable, selfish bastard.
If I am, 'tis because you make me so.
You will regret this.
And so will I.
And... perhaps that is how it must be.
Then I will go, if I must.
If you tell me to go.
Then... this is how it must be.
Good.
This is better.
We will see each other again.
And it will be... easier to do what I must.
So it can't wait.
Go ahead, then.
Do you need to get this hostile?
I'm not in the mood for this, Morrigan.
Why not?
You do it.
Are you trying to pick a fight?
Speak your mind, then.
<emp>This</emp> is what is so important?
This came out of nowhere, didn't it?
My opinion?
Are you saying that you love me?
And if I do love you?
Then let's end this right here and now.
I think you're getting a bit ahead of yourself.
You're just being cowardly.
Love is not a weakness.
You're insane.
This is ridiculous!
You are worth my distraction.
If that's what you really want, then let's end it.
It doesn't have to get that complicated.
Don't talk like that.
No, I certainly don't love you.
I don't love you.
I don't want to hurt you, Morrigan...
But I do care for you.
This is too bizarre.
If that's how you feel then we should stop.
Do you really want to stop?
Why are you so frightened of this?
I don't want to hurt you, Morrigan.
I don't need these sorts of games.
I think we should end this.
I really do.
I don't want this to end.
You are insane.
Completely insane.
I can't do that if you're with me.
Then maybe you should.
I can't ask you to do that.
But I need you here.
<emp>Find the Urn</emp>
The innkeeper of the Spoiled Princess told you that he was being watched by strange men who are looking out for anyone inquiring about Brother Genitivi's whereabouts.
The innkeeper seems quite afraid of these men.
Carta Hideout
You're wasting your time.
Only dwarves are allowed into Orzammar.
They haven't let us in for weeks.
All my wares are rotting!
Good to see you again, Grey Warden.
Watch after that hound of yours, you hear?
That's quite the hound you have there.
Mabari, isn't he?
We've a few ourselves.
Brilliant breed--you're lucky to have one.
I wouldn't doubt it.
Smart dogs like that get bored.
Keep them busy, though, and you've got a companion for life.
Ah, we hear too much of that sort of thing these days, don't we?
Excuse me.
I must get the hounds ready for battle.
Half the dogs are sick from darkspawn blood--just terrible.
If anything happens to you, your poor hound wastes away and dies.
It's sad, really.
Well, I'd best get back to the others.
We need all our hounds ready for the battle.
I don't actually know much about mabari.
He's a bit of a nuisance sometimes.
He's all I have left of my family, in fact.
Yes, I am lucky.
If Beraht is as influential as you say, perhaps he also masterminded this Everd's impersonation.
It's not a "fool notion." Our arguments with the Orlesians are a thing of the past... and you will remember who is king.
How fortunate Maric did not live to see his son ready to hand Ferelden over to those who enslaved us for a century!
Enough of your conspiracy theories, Loghain.
Grey Wardens battle the Blight, no matter where they're from.
Your Majesty, you should consider the possibility of the archdemon appearing.
There have been no signs of any dragons in the Wilds.
Isn't that what your men are here for, Duncan?
I... yes, your Majesty.
Is he alive?
If so, his return would be appreciated.
I wish there was more I could do for this hunter, but there is not.
I cannot permit any more of the clan to enter the forest and endanger themselves.
If you can find a way to return this hunter's body to us, we would be grateful.
Otherwise, we must wait to retrieve our dead.
If you can find a way to aid in his return, we would be grateful.
Otherwise, we must attend first to those who are here in the camp.
He's dead, actually.
I thought you might want to heal him.
He's wounded.
I can't carry him.
His body is heavy.
I can't carry him.
Mines Commander
House Dace Mercenary
Lord Dace
Let those who cry out from the shadows be comforted.
Let those who seek redemption be delivered.
Let those who have sinned be forgiven.
And when the Chant spreads across all four corners of the world, let it rise at last to the ears of the Maker.
Let Him hear our unwavering faith.
Let Him hear our righteous dedication and enduring perseverance.
Let all mankind be humbled.
Let all repeat the Chant of Light.
Only the Word dispels the darkness upon us.
The Legion's Key
Hired Goon
There was no way to tell what would happen once you reached this ruin, so I decided to come myself.
I am a keeper, with access to the magic of the ancients.
I was never barred from this place.
I am a keeper, with access to powers your kind has long forgotten.
I was never barred from this place.
Did you?
Aren't you the intuitive one.
Perhaps you could seek out other entities in the forest.
There must be some who would know the way through.
If not, then I know not what else can be done.
I am surprised you found one self-possessed enough to speak with you, never mind rhyme.
How did you get here?
Wouldn't the forest keep you out?
Somehow I figured I'd find you here.
Didn't trust me, did you?
Witherfang is as much spirit as it is beast, and thus it is immortal.
Too many have become lost within, unable to find their way out.
Were I you I would endeavor not to make the forest my enemy.
Road Marker
I'm not sure.
The archons were the lords of the Imperium.
Archon Valerius?
What is it talking about?
Please stop talking.
Lily's right.
We can't do much with it, anyway.
Another doomed soul come to drown their sorrows here, I see?
If you came for a drink, you'll have to talk to Lloyd.
He's got a vise grip on the spigots.
I'm just here to keep the boys from mutiny.
Keep safe.
Keep safe, and come back anytime.
I won't lock up until near sundown.
Good luck to you, then.
Later on, yes.
Lloyd will lock himself in the cellar and I'll go to the chantry.
Are you... fighting tonight?
Oh.
Well... good luck to you, then.
That's... good to hear.
I didn't know that.
When I lock up the tavern later on, I will be.
Are you... fighting tonight?
What business?
Without the castle soldiers, the only customers we have are local.
And they're all in the militia, with no money to spend.
The few with any money are here, but it's not enough to justify working.
Lloyd's a greasy pig and if I didn't need this job so badly...
What can you do?
Girls like me don't get much choice if we don't want to join the Chantry, and it's too late to get married.
And go where?
With no money and no prospects, I'd just end up somewhere else, working for someone worse.
You mean after the fighting's over?
I'd really like that...
What would I have to do in return?
Oh, I...
I see.
Very well, thank you anyhow.
Ha-ha!
You're a rare one, you are, making me laugh with this blackness hanging over our heads.
I'll tell you what, sweetie: you make it through the night and you'll get your kiss.
Maker bless you, I'll kiss every man in the village if we survive!
Hurrah!
Three cheers for Bella!
That's very kind of you.
I...
I don't know what to say.
Well, I can't promise that, but thank you.
I don't really know what to say.
Oh?
You think I'm pretty, do you?
Ha!
You brought it up, sweetie.
That's really sweet of you.
Thank you.
He gropes me and pays me next to nothing, but I suppose it could be worse.
Not like I got many options.
I didn't mean anything by it.
I'm sorry, boss.
I'd like that.
Maybe we could talk after the battle tonight... if we're still here, that is.
No, no, that'll just make things worse.
That's very sweet, but I'll be fine.
No, don't bother.
I know you're the boss now, but Lloyd would just be angry.
That's a sweet thought, however, thank you.
The few with any coppers to rub together are here, but it's not enough.
If I didn't need this job, I'd be long gone.
Back to Denerim, I suppose.
But why bother?
There's nothing waiting for me there.
You're the boss.
By tomorrow morning, it may all be moot anyway.
What business?
I'd close up, but it gives the militia a place to take their minds off tonight.
Me too, I suppose.
A stone rod?
You mean a rock of some kind?
There's a funny-shaped rock underneath the keg in the kitchen.
I'm not sure if that's the one you're talking about, but it's been under there for years.
Something else you'd like?
Anything else?
Not much.
He's very quiet.
Says his name's Berwick and he's here to meet his brother, but I think he's lying.
He's a bit... creepy.
Yes?
Lloyd's watered-down swill hasn't made you leave yet, I see.
Hello again, sweetie.
Nice to see you're still safe.
I see you got that bastard Lloyd to join the militia.
It's about time he did something to help out.
I guess this... puts me in charge?
Poor Lloyd will have an apoplexy just thinking about it, heh.
You know what?
That's an excellent idea!
These gents could use something to take their minds off tonight.
You hear that, boys?
Drinks for the militia are on the house!
Ha-ha!
You're the best, darling!
You just... keep us all safe, boys.
And stay alive.
Ha!
Lloyd wouldn't care much for that...
It's an excellent idea!
Fair enough.
Let me see what Lloyd stored in the back... you can help yourself.
You know what?
I didn't see anything.
The thought of that bastard locking himself in the cellar while everyone is out there fighting made my skin crawl, anyhow.
Guess I'm out of a job, though.
I'll keep the tavern open for the rest of the day and lock up before I go to the chantry.
You need something in the meantime?
You want to... oh.
Well, you... won't hear any objection from me.
I... suppose I could.
With what's coming tonight, it doesn't make a difference that Lloyd's dead.
I'd have to think about it, though.
So did I hear that right?
This is your tavern now?
Something you'd like?
What can I get you?
Anything I can get you?
Something you'd like, boss?
Fair enough now that the fighting's over.
Some men come to celebrate... most come to forget.
It will take months to get the stock back to normal and start turning a profit, but I think it's possible.
Whether Lloyd's up to it or not... well, who knows?
He works for you now, right?
I found Lloyd's hidden stash of coin.
I suppose it's yours, since the inn belongs to you.
It's several hundred silvers at least.
Are you serious?
That... that's very generous of you!
Thank you very much!
I never thought I'd own this place, but...
I think I can do it.
Yes, I can.
Thank you again.
Fair enough.
Things will go a bit quicker here, I guess.
As I said, a few months at least.
Lloyd let things run kind of low, and the village needs to rebuild.
Well, I didn't know whether you knew about it or not.
Either way, I'm no thief.
I'll run your tavern honestly, and it'll be in good shape when you return.
Until then, I guess drinks are on you?
I admit, for a while I didn't think either of us would survive.
It's good to see you did.
Got it.
Sorry.
Possibly.
What kind of tip do I get out of it?
<desc>Laughs</desc> Heroic and cheap.
Quite the combination.
Ha!
Keep your money.
I'll make an exception this once.
Fine, I'll make an exception, but just this once.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Cute.
I'll take it.
You mean about helping me leave?
I...
I wouldn't hold you to that.
You've already done so much for us.
You mean about helping me leave?
I...
I don't know.
Don't I work for you now?
You mean about helping me leave?
I... don't know.
I was getting used to running the place.
With Lloyd gone, there's no one to take over...
I'll be fine.
But you're a sweetie for thinking of me.
Thank you.
What do you have in mind?
That's sweet of you, then, but I'll stay here if it's all the same.
Travel with you?
That sounds very dangerous.
I...
I don't think a woman like me would do well in that sort of life.
I appreciate your offer, but I don't think I can do that.
A maid in a noble house?
It's better than slaving in a tavern, I suppose.
Yes, that might be a good idea.
Thank you.
I'll look for the arl's brother and see about this.
I appreciate your help.
That could get me to Denerim...
What would you want in return for such a gift?
Thank you, I...
I can never repay this, but I'll think of a way.
I swear.
That's kind of you to offer, but I'd probably just end up broke somewhere else.
I might just do that.
Thanks for the offer, however.
That was quite generous.
That's... very generous of you!
Thank you ever so much!
I don't know what to say.
Oh... there's some coin that belonged to Lloyd.
You can have it, and in a few months, I can probably pay you more.
It will take a while to get this place back in shape, but I look forward to it.
Thank you for giving me the chance.
Ha!
You men are all the same.
Ha-ha!
That it is, then!
Yes?
Can I--oh dear.
Isn't that the statue that's been standing outside for years, now?
And it is the human that likes to lie in my shadow when coupling with others of its kind.
Delightful.
And it speaks!
Does it drink ale, too?
Thankfully, no.
Perhaps it should serve those who require serving?
Then I will... do that.
Welcome to the bar, at any rate, er... statue-man.
Shouldn't you be at the chantry?
So how has business been?
Why don't you leave?
You could leave if you had some help.
Actually, forget I said anything.
I'll take a kiss, and maybe a smile.
Nothing at all.
I'd be glad to help.
How about not end up at another tavern?
A pretty girl like you should be able to do better.
Let's not go there.
Of course I do.
Anyone would.
Pretty enough that I'd help you leave, if you wanted to.
You don't care for Lloyd, I take it?
Quit your complaining, or you're fired.
I'm the boss here, now.
How about a raise?
I could talk to Lloyd about this.
How about a raise, then?
And where would you go?
I'd rather you didn't go anywhere.
Do you know anything about a strange stone rod of Lloyd's?
Could you serve the militia ale for free?
I need some supplies.
Whatever.
I don't care.
Tell you what.
Keep your job.
This is my tavern now.
Why don't you just run the place yourself?
How is the tavern running?
How about I take it as your purchase of the tavern?
No, keep it.
Put it back into the tavern.
When can I expect more?
How honest of you.
I'm in no mood to chat.
It's good to see you, too.
Don't I deserve a hero's welcome?
I have a sovereign with your name on it.
A tip?
What about all my natural charm?
Never look a walking skeleton in the mouth.
I believe I made you a promise.
Then I'll leave you to your work.
Nonsense.
I want to help.
No, you work for yourself.
The tavern is yours.
You can do better than this place.
I don't have anything to offer, really.
Why don't you come with me?
Bann Teagan's a good man, and I bet he could use a maid.
500 silver should be enough to start a new life.
A promise not to work in a place like this.
How about a kiss from the lovely lady?
Your thanks is enough.
How about 100 silver?
At least you'd get out of Redcliffe.
If you don't want to leave, that's up to you.
Why don't you take it over?
Then you should have it.
I don't need it.
I didn't say it was free...
I'll take a kiss, thank you.
Say that my ale is on the house.
Your thanks are more than enough.
Not looking for company.
And that's all we have in common.
We have nothing in common; you're Dalish.
Elves aren't allowed to travel?
Great.
Thanks for permission.
Why?
I don't live here.
Just waiting until I can leave again.
What?
How did you know that?
Err... well, that's my name.
Why?
It's... not a problem.
You just, uh, took me by surprise.
Look, I don't know you and I don't want to.
I'm not...
I mean I was just told to...
I mean just leave me alone!
Thank you.
That's... all I want.
I, uhh, I'll be going to the chantry now...
About what?
Just because you're a Grey Warden doesn't mean you can go around threatening people!
I...
I'm not here to hurt anyone, I swear!
I'll tell you what you want to know.
Just... don't kill me!
I...
I'm not here to hurt anyone.
I'll tell you what you want to know.
Just... don't kill me!
I don't want trouble.
I...
I'm going to the chantry now.
Just... leave me alone.
All right, all right, I'll tell you!
Just... don't hurt me.
If I...?
But I never... oh, all right, I'll tell you!
Just... don't hurt me.
This is more than I bargained for.
Look, they just paid me to watch the castle and send word if anything should change.
But they never said anything about monsters!
I haven't even been able to report anything since this started!
I'm stuck, same as you, I swear!
Here... this is a letter from them.
It has instructions and everything... keep it!
Do whatever you want with it!
I just thought I was serving the king and making a bit of coin on the side.
You have to believe me!
All... all right.
I'll do it.
Thank you for your mercy, I won't forget it!
Maker bless you!
Bless you!
I don't know anything about these creatures!
When the arl got sick, I got scared that people would think I was involved.
But I swear I don't know anything about it!
They sent me to watch.
Maybe they knew the arl would get sick, I don't know.
Just to report any changes, honest!
All I could send word about was the arl getting sick.
After that, monsters started coming from the castle.
A tall fellow, I forget his name.
He, uhh, said he was working for Howe.
Arl Rendon Howe.
He's an important man, Teyrn Loghain's right hand!
So I didn't do anything wrong!
Nothing.
Nobody told me to do anything.
Just because you're a Grey Warden doesn't mean you can go around threatening people!
I just... overheard it.
That's all.
If you'll excuse me...
I want to get to the chantry before the sun goes down.
Look, just because you're an elf doesn't mean we should... be friends.
I was just told to...
I mean... just leave me alone!
Look, you're very pretty and all, but I was told to... er... just leave me alone!
My what?
Oh... yes, he was supposed to meet me here.
And then I got stuck here when monsters from the castle attacked.
I was told I didn't have to.
I... stay in the chantry at night, and I just come here to... to be alone, that's all.
Uhh, no... those who tried are dead.
And um, I uh, have to wait for... my brother.
I... no reason.
I just... didn't know how you knew my name, that's all.
Oh...
I guess that, uhh, makes sense.
I'm not here to talk.
What?!
How did you...?
You stole that right out of my pocket!
I can't believe I'm going to fight...
That's what I get for mixing myself up in all this...
I'll leave you be.
Strange seeing a fellow elf here.
No need to be hostile.
I just wanted to chat.
We're still both elves, aren't we?
Strange seeing an elf here.
Is that what you're doing?
It's just curious, that's all.
Sure they are.
Shouldn't you be with the militia?
Then what are you doing here?
I hear you're Berwick.
Just curious.
Is that a problem?
I apologize.
I didn't mean to startle you.
All right, I'll leave you alone.
Sorry to bother you.
I'm not going anywhere.
Start talking.
And who's going to stop me?
Actually, it does.
This will be easier if you just tell me what you're hiding.
Stop right there.
Answer my questions... or else.
How do I know you're telling the truth?
I do believe you. <act>Kill him.</act>
I think you should help defend Redcliffe tonight.
Fine, go.
I don't want to see you again.
Start running.
I want you out of the village... now.
So you know how this happened?
Tell me now.
What are you supposed to watch the castle for?
Who are "they"?
Who hired you to do this?
What do you mean?
What were you told to do?
And how do you know I'm a Grey Warden?
You said you were waiting for your brother?
Then why aren't you helping to fight?
I'm supposed to believe that?
You didn't try to leave?
You seem awfully nervous.
Why is that?
I asked around.
Mind explaining this letter I found?
Please don't hurt me!
I'll go back to the chantry if you want!
I didn't mean any harm!
Yes, ser.
Th-thank you, ser...
Yes, ma'am.
Th-thank you, ma'am...
Yes.
It was my mother's house.
She's dead now, and Kaitlyn said we have to move away.
If we survive.
It's Bevin.
My... my sister is Kaitlyn.
She's probably at the chantry looking for me.
I...
I can't tell you.
It's a secret.
Ahh!
I don't want to be a frog!
I...
I'll tell you...
I... all right, I'll tell.
No!
I won't tell you and you can't make me!
You can't!
You... could?
All right...
I guess.
I just...
Father said I could have his sword when I grew up.
It was Grandfather's, and Grandfather was a great dragon-slayer.
I thought... if I was brave like Grandfather, I could use his sword and... kill the bad people who took Mother.
In the chest in Mother's room.
Father gave me a key, but I'm not supposed to give it to anyone.
You could?
Maybe you could... give my sister money?
She said if we had money we'd be all right, even if Mother is dead.
A-all right, here's the key.
I hope you use it to kill a lot of those bad people.
I should... go back to the chantry.
G-good luck.
I... all right.
Here...
I guess I should go back to the chantry.
Please... be careful with Grandfather's sword.
But...
I can't give it to you!
It... was Father's; Kaitlyn would be so mad if I did!
I...
I guess you're right.
I should help defend the village, shouldn't I?
Father would have, if he were here.
I...
I just thought...
I only wanted to...
Th-thank you, ser.
But the sword is too heavy for me.
I... guess I'm not as strong as someone like you.
Th-thank you, miss.
But the sword is too heavy for me.
I... guess I'm not as strong as I thought I was.
No!
Well... maybe... the sword was too heavy for me.
I guess I'm not as strong as I thought I was.
But I... oh, all right.
I... guess she'll be pretty mad at me.
But I'll go.
That doesn't help us now.
Kaitlyn says everyone's going to die tonight.
Yes, ser.
Yes, ma'am.
Really?
You must be very brave.
I wish I was like you.
Ummm, no.
I just... didn't want to be in the chantry anymore.
Everyone's scared, and I want to be brave.
I just... didn't want to be at the chantry anymore.
Everyone's scared, and I want to be brave.
I wasn't always in here!
I hid when I heard you coming.
I was... well, I shouldn't tell you.
It's a secret.
All right, I came out.
You won't hurt me, will you?
I'll go back to the chantry if you really want.
I'm not going to hurt you.
Go, get lost.
First tell me what you were doing in there.
Is this your house?
What's your name?
All right, go.
Run off.
So what were you doing in there?
Go back to your sister then.
She's worried sick.
I'm a mage.
I can make you tell me, you know.
Tell me.
I don't like secrets.
Are you sure?
Maybe I could help you.
Where is this sword now?
Fine, go.
Run off.
Don't worry about it.
Go back to your sister.
Perhaps I could help you and your sister in return?
I'll talk to your sister about it.
I promise.
Hand it over.
Now.
But I could use that sword to help the village.
What a foolish boy.
Don't make me laugh!
You had the right idea.
You are indeed very brave.
You don't think you're a bit young to fight?
You should go back to your sister.
You'll grow up eventually.
Don't worry about it.
That's very likely, but there's nothing you can do.
Maybe so.
Nothing is certain.
Be brave, remember?
Not if I'm here to help, they won't.
Are you avoiding her?
Your sister is looking for you, you know.
How is hiding in a dresser being brave?
Maker's blessings on you tonight.
Hopefully, we all make it through.
I can't believe I'm still alive.
I guess that could change tonight.
Maker help us all.
I hope your helping makes a difference.
It'd be a shame, you coming here and dying on the same night.
I can't believe Lloyd won't even give us some free ale.
A time like this and all he thinks about is turning a profit?
You're telling me.
We're just trying to survive, and here he is making a profit.
Hmph.
That's what Bann Teagan says.
Ha!
I've seen Lloyd handle a sword.
He should stick to something he knows about, like keeping me nice and drunk for the fight!
I was drunk for the last two fights, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
If you fought those... things... you'd know.
Lloyd is charging us for coin we don't even got any more.
Nobody's working right now; we're all just trying to survive!
Ahhh, what difference does it make?
He won't care. 
Maker's blessings upon you.
You're a kind soul to help us out.
So Bella's in charge of the place, is she?
She going to keep it?
Good for her.
I can't say I feel sorry for the bastard.
Maker won't spend much time on him, that's what.
Maker help us, what will we do now?
Is that right?
This tavern belongs to you now?
You plan on moving here someday?
Evil doesn't always win.
The Maker works in mysterious ways, yes He does.
Time to celebrate and thank the Maker for our lives... and for sending you to save us, sure enough.
You rescued Arl Eamon, didn't you?
Ferelden owes you a great debt, that's for certain.
He's charging you?
That's outrageous!
It's his ale, he can charge what he wants for it.
Maybe he should help defend the village instead.
Better you should be drunk for the coming battle?
Wonderful.
Intruders.
I hope you've a good reason for breaking and entering into my home.
Good.
Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
Apology accepted.
The name's Dwyn, pleased to meet you.
Now get out.
You know what?
In the interest of keeping my face from bursting into flame, I think I will.
No, no.
If I wanted a fight, I'd be in the square with the rest of the suicidal morons.
No, no, have the run of the place.
It's not like I could stop people like you, anyway.
The name's Dwyn.
Pleased to meet you.
Now, kindly tell me why you're here.
Surviving.
We have supplies to last for quite some time, and my boys and I can swing a weapon better than any of those fools out there.
Hmph.
At least someone around here shows a bit of sense.
Why?
When did this town ever rush to my rescue?
Sure it does.
Here I have my own supplies, my boys for protection, and I live and die on my own terms.
Spoken like someone who doesn't know me very well.
Don't thank me.
I'm not doing this <emp>for</emp> you.
I'm doing this <emp>because</emp> of you.
Go tell Murdock he won.
And I better see you out in the square when those creatures come.
You look more than competent.
With you out there, they don't really need me, do they?
Did I stutter?
I'm not going out there to die when I'm perfectly safe in my until-recently-barricaded home.
So, what?
You're recruiting for him?
I'll tell you what I told Murdock: I'm not risking my neck for this town.
That's a mighty fine suggestion.
I think I'll do that.
Have a nice day--what's left of it.
I've had enough of you strutting around like you own the place.
C'mon, boys.
This ends now. 
So that's what it comes down to, huh?
Fine.
I'll go, if you want me out there so badly.
Maybe.
Let's hear what you've got.
And what good would that do me?
The arl's probably dead and I couldn't care less what Teagan thinks of me.
What else you got?
Hmm.
You might just be able to pull that off.
Fine, I'll throw in with the militia.
For now.
You better be out there, too, when the sun goes down.
I'm not fighting for a lost cause, you hear me?
It's tempting, but a night with you isn't worth risking my neck for Murdock and those idiots, that's for sure.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Lady, I know better than to melt when a pretty girl bats her eyes at me.
How long do you think I've been doing this?
Are you serious?
Then why bring it up?
Do you have something else in mind?
I won't even stick my head out my door for less than a hundred silvers.
Then go back and tell Murdock that.
Maybe he'll leave me alone.
You're getting off easy there, but like you say, I guess this town needs a hero. 
Do I look like an elf?
I'm not <emp>that</emp> cheap.
It's a hundred, or it's no deal.
Then why are you wasting my time?
Fine.
Hand over the money and I'll help out.
Just don't mention our little deal.
Thanks, but I'll take my chances in here.
Everyone else can run around in the open, waiting to die.
I told you already.
I'm not going.
I swear, there must be an echo in here.
I swear we might as well leave the door open if people are going to keep coming in and out.
These humans don't know the hilt of a sword from the pointy end.
This ought to be interesting.
Some fight.
Reminds me why I left Orzammar in the first place.
If I wanted to fight darkspawn, I'd have stayed in Orzammar.
No thanks.
Yeah, yeah, nice to see you, too.
Hey.
Anything for Redcliffe, right?
Whatever.
Don't thank me.
You paid me, fair and square.
Rebuild.
Same thing I intended to do before, except this time there's more humans left alive to help.
First thing I'm going to do is get some sleep.
For about a week.
Go celebrate or whatever it is you're going to do.
You won, right?
You're a hero.
Or something.
Constant fighting.
A warrior's life there is blood, ash, and dust.
Though I'm not sure who's dirtier: these creatures, or darkspawn.
I think I'll just be going.
I apologize.
I don't mean any harm.
You're talking to a mage.
Care to rephrase that?
I'll go where I like.
Unless you'd like to stop me...
We'll go where we like.
Unless you'd like to stop us...
What are you doing shut up in here?
That's a sensible attitude, I'd say.
You should be out there helping defend the village.
Let's see if they'll come rushing when I attack you.
You'll die in here just as easily as you would out there.
It just doesn't make sense to hole up here alone.
Too late. <act>Attack</act>
Good man.
You're a coward.
Murdock says he needs you for the militia.
Stay in here, then, if you prefer.
Either die out there or here and now.
Can't I change your mind?
You go and I don't cut off your head.
How about that?
I'll put in a good word for you with Bann Teagan or the arl.
What about a little more... personal reward?
How about gold?
I'll hire you to fight for the village.
No.
I just wanted to see what you'd do.
On second thought, you're not worth that much.
Then it's a deal.
I won't go any higher than fifty.
I don't have that kind of money.
Your chances are better out there than in here.
I think I'll be going.
What are you doing boarded up in here?
I could use your help with the darkspawn.
You're still alive?
Lucky.
Thank you for helping with the battle.
What do you intend to do now?
Why is that?
<desc>The door is locked, and looks as if it has been recently repaired.</desc>
<desc>There is no response.</desc>
<desc>There is no sound from within.</desc>
<act>Break open the lock.</act>
<act>Knock on the door.</act>
You are a stranger amongst us, yet you still agree to defend our village in its darkest hour.
We are most grateful to you.
You are a stranger amongst us... and a mage, I see, yet you still defend our home in its darkest hour.
We are grateful.
Do not fear, I am not about to raise a rabble against you.
I'm sure your magic will prove valuable before the day is out.
You are of dwarven blood and a stranger amongst us, yet you defend a home that is not your own.
We are grateful for that.
Perhaps not, but many dwarves do not hold the Chantry and its adherents in high regard.
You are of elven blood and a stranger, yet you defend a home that is not your own.
We are grateful for that.
The Maker smiles on those who aid his children, regardless of their beliefs.
But I do not wish to irritate you.
Not many in these modern days would honestly say the same.
You are a man of worth, and the Maker will smile upon you.
Not many in these modern days would honestly say the same.
You are a woman of worth, and the Maker will smile upon you.
Which doesn't include protecting innocents.
Regardless, I am grateful the Maker brought you to us.
I will be grateful of your attempt, even if it fails.
We can ask no more.
Many elves claim we wouldn't do the same in return.
I would like to think that is not true, but I cannot speak for all.
Allow me to introduce myself; I am Revered Mother Hannah, head of this chantry... which, for the moment, is a place of refuge for these poor villagers.
They are terrified of tonight's attack, and I fear these walls will not keep them safe.
What can I do to help with your task?
May the Maker watch over you, child.
I have done all I can for them.
I pray for them, each night, and seek the Maker's forgiveness for their sins before they face their deaths.
Ser Perth believes that I can protect them against these creatures, a shield only the Maker can provide, and that I withhold this power.
He refuses to accept there is no such thing.
I am no mage, and the Maker will not intervene with His power no matter how strong one's faith may be.
Indeed.
I know Ser Perth means well, but I will not lie to him about something so important.
You mean you want me to let them think the Maker protects them in a real sense?
I will not lie to them like that!
You... dare threaten me to... to lie to these poor men?
I will not do it!
I won't be bullied by the likes of you!
I suppose I should expect no less from you.
Go... begone from my sight!
I suppose this is what one should expect from a magic user.
Go... begone from my sight!
You... you dare threaten me to lie to these poor men?
To tell them the Maker protects them when He does not?
Very well, though I loathe doing this, you leave me no option.
I suppose their belief in the Maker's power could inspire them, but it just seems like trickery.
I... cannot do it.
I know that their own faith may inspire them, but these men need to find confidence on their own.
I-I simply won't lie to them.
Now, please... let me tend to these poor folk.
I must do what I can, and I suggest you do the same.
I... suppose if they believed in the Maker's power, that belief would... inspire them somewhat.
It... just seems like trickery.
Very well.
If it keeps them alive, I will do what I must.
I have a number of silver-cast holy symbols.
Tell Ser Perth that he can have them, and that wearing them will confer the Maker's protection.
I do not know.
Certainly nothing that isn't tainted with the very foul magic Ser Perth seeks protection from.
I simply mean it would take the same type of power to affect these monsters that created them in the first place.
I would no sooner trust that power in our hands than I would anywhere else.
We are better off trusting in our faith and fighting for our lives.
Thank you.
Too bad Ser Perth cannot see it as you do.
I wish you would tell that to Ser Perth.
There are worse things than dying, child.
I did not mean to speak against your magic; I only mean that to affect these monsters might take the same type of power that created them.
Of course not.
The Maker could do whatever He wished, but He does not provide protection against evil just because one thinks He should.
The Maker turned His back on us long ago for mankind's folly.
We must earn His grace, not demand it.
Of course I will do whatever I can.
But Ser Perth hopes for something that does not exist.
If we seek to deserve it, the Maker may smile on us.
But until the Chant is heard and understood by all, He will not return to us.
Ser Perth has a good heart and means well, but his hope exceeds reality.
All I can do is pray for him and his men.
Does it?
The Maker created everything you see.
It is we who owe Him, not the other way around.
It is the sturdiest building in the village.
The women, elderly, and children will stay here during the battle while the militia and knights protect them.
They set up a barricade outside the chantry to keep monsters from getting inside.
If anything gets in...
Bann Teagan is our only defense.
Will you not reconsider helping us?
Have you no pity for these poor folk?
Please, have mercy... help these people.
Do whatever you can.
Of course, child.
Blessed art thou who exists in the Maker's sight.
Blessed art thou who seeks His forgiveness.
Blessed art thou who seeks His return.
Blessed is the Prophetess, His daughter, sacrificed to the holy flame.
May the Chant reach the Maker's ears and tell Him of our contrition.
You would?
That is...
I mean, of course.
I'd be happy to.
What is it you need, child?
Greetings, child.
I am Mother Hannah.
Please excuse me if I am busy... these poor people are all terrified; most believe they will die tonight.
I still embrace hope.
The Maker sent Bann Teagan to us.
Perhaps He has sent you as well.
Then... we are lost.
I know you've no reason to listen to me, but please help us!
Do not abandon us to this evil!
If you leave, we are done once night descends.
I hope you know that.
Then... we are lost.
I know you are a mage and have no inclination to listen to me, but please help us!
Do not abandon us to this evil!
Then... we are lost.
I know you are not human and have no inclination to listen to me, but please help us!
Do not abandon us to this evil!
Bann Teagan will know what is needed.
If you wish to help us, go to him and tell him so.
Yes?
It will be dark soon.
Have you considered getting some rest, child?
I have nothing more to say.
Leave me to tend to the villagers, please.
There are many gone who we must honor, but we must also remember those who aided us in our darkest hour.
Maker bless you, child.
Without your help, we surely would have lost.
I...
I am sorry, but is that not the very statue from the village?
You... you jest, of course?
I...
I simply...
Andraste's mercy, it gets stranger here every day, doesn't it?
Does it... speak?
I do now.
How... unsettling.
I never expected to see it... you... up and walking about.
Keep your gratitude.
I need nothing from the Chantry.
You can tell I'm a mage?
I don't need a human god's gratitude.
I cannot stand by while monsters attack the helpless.
I have my own reasons to be here.
Be grateful when we win the battle.
Is there a reason I shouldn't help?
Ser Perth needs holy protection for the knights.
He will simply have to do without, then.
What is the harm in giving them hope?
I... suppose you are right.
You will help them because I tell you to.
And do it quickly.
But if it they think it helps them...
If it gave them confidence, then it does protect them.
So what does protect against such evil?
Foul magic?
And dying.
Are you saying the Maker has no power?
So you will not help the knights?
He helps those who help themselves?
Are you saying Ser Perth is presumptuous?
That sounds like a convenient excuse.
Just how safe is the chantry?
I would like your blessing, Mother.
I won't be staying.
I am leaving.
I'm afraid so.
No, this is a different killer statue.
I was hoping you would give him a blessing.
I never jest.
Why?
Do you discriminate against rocks, too?
It is.
Do you have a problem with that?
Sorry, am I bothering you?
I...
I'll try to be more quiet.
I'll just... stay out of your way, ser.
Don't mind me none.
I'll just... stay out of your way, miss.
Don't mind me none.
I shouldn't be such a crybaby.
With Mother gone now, I have to be brave.
I just...
I can't help myself, I'm so frightened!
Those... those things dragged my mother away.
I don't know what happened to her, but I hear her screaming all the time, everywhere!
And now my brother, Bevin... he ran off.
I...
I don't know where he is!
I'm so scared they got him, too!
You will?
Thank you so much!
Please find him!
I...
I have nothing.
Everything we owned is in our house.
If you found my brother, I would be eternally grateful.
Oh please, couldn't you look for him?
I'm begging you!
I understand, I do.
I'm just so afraid for him.
I thought he'd be at home, but he never came when I called him. 
If he doesn't come back tonight...
I'm just so afraid for him.
I...
I would do anything, ser.
If you found Bevin, I would.
I went to our house.
It's by the square.
He wasn't there.
I searched the rest of the village too.
I called and I called but he never answered.
I...
I wonder if he ran off into the woods.
I'm so worried!
Without me, he has nobody!
He said something about saving Mother...
He's just a little boy!
He doesn't understand she's gone.
My... my name's Kaitlyn, my lord.
My... my name's Kaitlyn, my lady.
Excuse me, but... are you going to help us?
Everyone says we're going to die tonight...
I...
I'm sorry for bothering you.
Ridiculous?
You mean you're not going to help at all?
Then... maybe we really will die...
You... you're very kind to say that.
I wish I could believe you.
I can't even sleep.
I close my eyes and I see my mother being... carried off.
What have we done that the Maker allows this to continue?
I'm not... worried about her.
She's dead.
I wish it wasn't so, but it is.
It's my brother, Bevin.
He ran off, maybe tried to leave the village!
I'm so scared those... things got him!
I told you Bevin's gone and run off.
It just would be so much easier if he were here, then I wouldn't have to worry.
Pardon my manners, but... are you really a Grey Warden?
Honestly?
I overheard someone.
I don't remember who.
Pardon me, but... are you really a mage?
The kind that casts spells and everything?
No.
No, I don't suppose there is.
Pardon my manners, but... you're a dwarf, aren't you?
I mean, that is what you are, right?
Pardon my manners, but... you're an elf, aren't you?
I mean, that is what you are, right?
You're very handsome, I never would have...
I mean, I didn't expect... never mind.
Are you going to help us?
Everyone says we're going to die tonight.
You're so, you're so pretty I never thought...
I mean I never expected... never mind.
No I didn't mean it like...
I just saw you talking to Bann Teagan and...
I just...
I'm sorry.
No, no, it's just that you... you're so pretty.
I never thought...
I mean...
I'm sorry.
No, I just heard you were a Grey Warden and...
I never thought...
I'm sorry.
Please, if you... see my brother... send him back here.
I don't want him to die, too.
Have you found any sign of Bevin?
No, I don't suppose you have.
I hope it's not too late...
Please, just... leave me alone.
We're all going to die!
They're going to come and... oh, just leave me alone...
Bevin said you were the one who found him.
I can't possibly repay you!
The Maker sent you; I just know it.
Thank you again.
I...
I'll take Bevin and stay out of your way, then.
Th-thank you again.
You're very sweet.
I...
I suppose there's no harm in it.
You're... a kind and generous man.
Please, be safe tonight.
May the Maker watch over you.
I... oh my.
Stay... stay safe tonight.
And good luck.
I...
I see.
Ha-ha.
Yes, that is... funny...
Bevin told me about Grandfather's sword.
So you have it, then?
I... suppose it won't go to waste, at least.
Then... use it well.
Thank you again for Bevin.
With my mother gone... well, I'm just glad he's safe.
I can't thank you enough.
Use it well.
If we survive, I'll gladly take it back.
I... have no idea what it's worth, to be honest.
And you found Bevin...
I couldn't ask you for money...
I... thank you, my lord.
Use it well.
I... thank you, miss.
Use it well.
Th-thank you!
That's... certainly a lot of coin!
How can I ever repay you?
That's a great deal of money!
Of course...
I accept.
That... that's incredibly kind of you!
Thank you so much!
How can I ever repay you?
That... that's incredibly kind of you!
This is more than I ever dreamed of!
With this, I can hire a wagon to take us to Denerim!
We have family there, and they'll take us in for sure now!
Come on, Bevin, let's find one now.
Maker keep you safe.
I won't forget you.
You saved us.
I can't believe we're alive and it's finally over.
Thank you.
Thank you so much, we can't ever thank you enough.
With Mother and Father both gone...
I suppose they'll send us to an orphanage, maybe separated.
At least we're both alive.
I won't forget what you did, though.
Neither of us will.
Thank you.
We should leave now, I suppose.
There's a wagon taking us north and I don't want to miss it.
Farewell.
With Mother and Father dead, we don't have any money.
I think we have relatives in Denerim, but we've no way to get there.
We'll be fine.
I promised Mother I'd see to Bevin's safety, and I will.
Oh.
Your path is probably much too dangerous for us.
There are wagons going there, but it would be expensive.
That... won't be enough, but it will help a great deal.
Thank you very much for your kindness.
I...
I think that's actually enough, yes.
That's very kind of you.
Bevin told me about Grandfather's sword.
So you have it, then?
I suppose it didn't go to waste, at least.
I can't take it back.
If you need it, keep it.
Grandfather would want it in the hands of a hero.
I... suppose it's quite valuable, isn't it?
Perhaps someone in the city will buy it.
Thank you again.
With the money you gave us for Grandfather's sword, we should be able to get to Denerim.
I... think we have family there we can stay with.
With all the money you gave us for Grandfather's sword, I'll have someone take us to Denerim.
With any luck we'll be safe there.
Maker watch over you.
I'll never forget you.
That's what everyone is saying.
We might have to evacuate the village if those darkspawn come closer.
It just seems so horrible.
Please, just...
I must watch over my brother.
Th-thank you for everything.
Good.
I'll leave you to your sniveling.
You're not bothering me.
Are you all right?
Why are you crying?
You need to be strong, girl.
Don't worry.
I'll look for him.
What would you give to find him?
Where would he go?
Just how grateful are we talking, here?
Have you tried looking for your brother?
Why would he run off?
Do you know?
I'm afraid I have to go.
Help?
No, don't be ridiculous.
You're not all going to die.
Don't say that.
It seems I don't have much choice.
Yes, I'll do my best.
I don't need to listen to this whining.
Try to be strong.
Everyone is frightened.
So, you're worried about your mother?
Yes, I am.
Does that frighten you?
Is there another kind?
Haven't you seen a dwarf before?
Is that a problem?
You've never seen an elf before?
Don't worry about it.
Just stay safe, both of you.
That brat was more problem than he was worth.
I'll take a kiss from a pretty girl.
I was only joking, my dear.
A smile will do.
<act>Kiss her.</act>
I was only joking.
Ha, ha.
Don't be silly!
About the sword I found in your home...
No, it certainly won't go to waste.
I'll return it after the battle.
It belongs to your family.
I promised Bevin I would pay you for it.
No?
Good.
Very well.
Thank you for the gift.
Let me pay you something, at least.
Here's 15 silver.
Let me pay you something, at least.
Here's 50 silver.
It's a valuable sword.
Here... 100 silver.
Take it.
It's a very valuable sword.
Here... 500 silver.
Take it.
That's what I do.
Yes, yes, off you go already.
Why do you have to go to an orphanage?
Then be safe, both of you.
Perhaps I could help you get to Denerim?
That's too bad.
I wish I could help.
Good luck to you both.
Would 50 silver be enough?
Take it.
I'm sure 100 silver would cover it.
I'm sure 500 silver would cover it.
Actually, it's I who should thank you, for the sword.
No, it certainly didn't go to waste.
The battle is over.
I should return it to you.
I promised to return your grandfather's sword.
Thank you.
That's very kind of you.
You could sell it.
I insist you take it.
Perhaps I could pay you something for it?
There's still darkspawn to deal with.
It's not over yet.
Maker watch over us all, in this what may be our final hours.
Surely, the Chantry can do something against this foul evil.
We have prayed and prayed but it seems only death awaits us.
A rather ingenious idea you had with the oil.
I hope it makes a difference when these creatures come.
I am glad Mother Hannah decided to assist us with these holy amulets.
I do not know whether to be awed or frightened by the walking statue.
Begone.
We do not need cowards here.
It is good you elected to help defend the village, but I doubt we will make it through the night.
Many have perished already, and we shall soon join them.
If only we were here when the castle fell, perhaps we could have stopped it.
I maintain hope that the arl lives; with you present, I may even see him again.
I trust you won't abandon us anytime soon?
The people will look to your leadership in the coming days.
These people should be thankful for your timely arrival.
I know I am.
Without you, we surely would have perished.
I am proud I played a small part in protecting Redcliffe with you.
Without your help, we would surely have fallen.
Arl Eamon owes you much, that is certain.
I am proud to have fought alongside you.
Hello there, friend.
Can't say we've ever met before.
Stranger to the village, I take it?
Haven't had many travelers lately.
All this nonsense is bad for business.
Bet you regret coming, yes?
Oh, you know... evil creatures, impending doom, civil war, and the arl's dead in the castle.
Tsk.
Makes you thirsty, don't it?
A shame, isn't it?
Evil creatures and such, everyone going to perish before sunrise, ach.
Makes you thirsty, don't it?
Oh?
Did you just come for a quick sip of ale before you go?
I could use the business.
Brave words, brave words.
Well, we'll see when night falls, won't we?
So what'll it be?
You <emp>are</emp> here to drink, I hope?
Right then.
And, ahhh, have a nice day.
Right... have a nice day.
Partner.
Right.
I've some supplies, too, in case you're interested.
With the store closed down, it doesn't hurt to pick up some of the slack, heh.
Right!
Of course it's, uhh, free for you, being a partner and all...
Why shouldn't I?
They may not have much coin, but I'm not giving it away for free!
Goodwill!
Bah!
I prefer their good gold, that's what.
I...
I never thought of that.
Hmm.
Maybe I could try it for a bit.
Aye, it would indeed.
And much obliged for the business.
All right, militia drinks are paid for thanks to this gentleman, here!
Show him a bit of thanks I'd say!
You're a saint, you are!
I hope you didn't pay more than a few coppers for this swill!
Hmph.
Hope you all drown in it.
Right then, militia drinks are paid for thanks to this lass.
Show her a bit of thanks, I'd say!
You're a saint, darlin'!
Hope you didn't pay more than a few coppers for this swill!
Right... almost forgot about that.
Well, they can have their ale for... morale purposes and such.
Right then!
You men over there... drinks are on the house!
All militia drink for free!
Ha!
You're a saint, Lloyd!
Ha-ha!
...if them creatures don't kill me I swear they'll bleed me dry...
Fine.
Make them quick.
Not much.
Says his name's Berwick.
Arrived here more'n a week back.
Waiting for his brother, he says.
I've never seen him before, but he paid good for his room.
Quiet sort.
Not a lot.
Castle guards stopped coming in about a week back.
It's unusual, too: they were my main source of business.
After a few days, I thought it strange enough to ask, but nobody heard anything.
Anyone going up to the castle didn't come back.
When the first attack hit, I locked myself in the cellar.
I say we just wait for help to come.
Hey, there's no need for that kind of talk!
That's murder!
Yes.
Lucky me.
Heh-heh.
Hey, look... see?
Eighty silvers!
I could pay you to... err... protect me!
There's no need for any... unpleasantness.
Get away from me!
Get away from me!
Ahh!
Someone!!
But... but I... oh, all right!
Y-yes, of course.
Here, and, uhh, thank you...
I, ahhh, thank you, my lord.
Most kind of you...
I, ahhh, thank you, miss.
Most kind of you...
What?
No!
No, this my inn!
Uhh, just... just take the money and... and go!
Err... yes!
Of course!
You could be... part owner?
No, full owner!
Heh, anything you need...
Here's... eighty silvers.
As, uhh, your share of the profits.
I'm not abandoning my tavern because of a few monsters.
The second I'm in the chantry, Murdock and his men'll be here drinking all my ale.
What's the point in getting myself killed with all the rest of them?
If that makes me a coward, then I'm a coward.
Well... yes, I suppose that is what I want.
But...
Bann Teagan said we didn't have to!
He said... he said... ach, fine!
Fine!
I'll go!
But all of this better be here when I get back!
I don't want the place drunk out from under me!
Blasted, bloody...
A control rod?
I don't--oh, wait, I know what you're talking about: that thing I got from the store some years back.
I wanted Owen to grind it into a ring for my girl.
But, he said he couldn't grind it.
Then the damned wench up and left me anyhow.
Ended up putting it under the keg in the back room to stop it wobbling.
Been there ever since.
Why?
Is it... valuable to you?
I'll sell it to you, if you like, even though it has great sentimental value to me.
Ah, very well.
Fifty... no, wait--a hundred silver!
Much obliged.
You can go collect it yourself, if you like.
Oh, fine.
Go take it yourself if you like, then.
Hmph.
Fine, then.
Be that way.
Well... fine, fine.
Fifty silvers will do.
Since it's, ah, your tavern... feel free to take it.
If you want the worthless thing, that is.
Take it, if you think it's worth something to you.
By all means.
If you want it, go find it.
Just... leave me be.
Name's Lloyd.
So why'd you come to the village now?
The roads can't be all that safe, not with the war brewing.
No, that it isn't.
Pardon me manners.
Something else I can get for you?
What else can I get you, partner?
Business is... dead.
Dead, dead, dead.
I... uh...
This... is all I have.
T-take it.
Heh.
Anything for my partner, right?
This... is all I have right now.
Like I said, until things are back to normal, there won't be much.
But, uhh, anything for my partner, right?
Err...
Better with the fighting over, but still bad.
I'm low on stock, low on customers, there's damage to the place...
Well, you must have been mighty surprised.
He's not exactly talkative these days, heh.
Well that explains it.
Except for the lack of darkspawn around here.
But never mind me.
We don't get many dwarves out here.
Occasional trader, maybe.
You a smith?
I hear old Owen could use a replacement.
Eh?
Didn't mean any insult.
You folk are a fine bunch of smiths.
My father had a dwarven made plow... lasted his entire life.
I suppose.
Never thought about it, much.
That so?
Good for him.
Guess that means he doesn't need you, don't it?
We don't get many elves out here.
You a runaway from the city?
Huh.
Well, learn something new every day.
Eh?
No, no, just asking.
Doesn't bother me if you're running from something.
No, I suppose you could.
Never thought about it, really.
That so?
I've heard about them.
Never seen one in my entire life, though.
Aye?
What can Lloyd get you?
Err... yes?
You needed something else?
Nice to see you again, uhh, partner...
Well, I'm here.
I'm cold, and I'm certainly going to die.
Hope you're as amused as Murdock is.
If it isn't the hero of the day?
What can I get you?
What do you need, partner?
A drink?
I don't know how I survived that damnable mess out there, but I did.
I suppose I owe you thanks.
The men respect me now.
I would never have gone out there if you hadn't shoved me.
It... feels good to help out.
I suppose I do.
I might not be like you, but I'm not a coward hiding in his inn, either.
Listen... a soldier gave me this trinket some years ago as payment for his tab.
He said it was magical.
I didn't believe him then, but I think it helped keep me alive out there.
You should have it.
It might do the same for you, sometime.
No, take it.
Sell it if you want, just don't tell anyone I gave you anything for free.
Yes, well... don't go spreading news that I gave you something for free.
Then everyone'll want something from me.
Anyhow, it's good to be back.
I don't want to be in battle again anytime soon, know what I mean?
As much as it pains me to have a woman say that, I suppose I do.
More than I was hiding in my inn, I suppose.
I'm no warrior, not the way I was screaming like a little girl when those things charged me... but I'm no coward, either.
You put Bella in charge.
You want something, you got to talk to her.
Yes, my timing couldn't be worse.
I'll be leaving shortly, anyway.
Let's see what you have.
I hear you're charging the militia for ale.
Think of the goodwill you'll earn.
Would 100 silvers cover their drinks?
Their money won't help you if you're dead.
This is my tavern, remember?
Maybe not, but I would.
And this is my tavern, remember?
I need some questions answered.
What do you know about that elf in the corner?
What do you know about what's happened here?
Shouldn't you be helping defend the village?
Maybe so.
Lucky you I'm not an evil creature.
Would anyone miss you?
You really shouldn't gamble with your life.
You might lose.
I prefer you joined the militia.
How about you give the militia free ale instead?
All right, hand it over.
Keep your filthy money.
I don't want it.
I'd only protect something I own.
Understand me?
Wrong answer. <act>Kill him.</act>
Why are you still open?
Then be a coward if that's what you want.
Either die fighting in the militia or die now.
Your choice.
Did you buy a control rod?
About five years ago?
Forget it, then.
Forget it, you thief.
I'm taking it.
Fine, one hundred silvers.
Fifty silvers it is.
I'm taking it and you're not going to stop me.
So sentimental it's been under a keg for five years?
Who are you, anyway?
Answer a few questions.
So how's business in my tavern?
I'd like some more of the profits.
Now.
Are you charging the militia for their ale?
I came to see Arl Eamon.
Don't be insulting, human.
Not all dwarves are smiths, you know.
Owen has re-opened his smithy.
I am a Grey Warden.
And what if I am?
You going to do something about it?
A "runaway"?
I couldn't just be a traveler?
I'm Dalish, if you must know.
Feel like a man now, do you?
I don't want anything from you.
Magic, is it?
Hand it over.
You didn't help much, trust me.
I'm glad you feel that way.
It's not just Redcliffe having trouble, is it?
I've heard the news.
These are dark times indeed.
I can't believe how cowardly and selfish Dwyn is being!
I'm telling the missus he doesn't deserve her blackberry tarts anymore.
I wish Owen would relight the forge!
He's our only hope now.
We're going to have a whole bunch of drunk men trying to fight the walking dead.
Great work there.
I'm glad you managed to get Dwyn out here.
He's a little surly, but he'll be a great help.
Thank the Maker for Owen.
He's a miracle-worker with the forge.
Why are you still here?
We don't want cowards in this town.
I hope you know what you're doing.
The sun will set soon... and I will have seen my last day on the Maker's green land.
I think we can do this.
I think Redcliffe is ready for tonight.
We may have lived through the night, but more trouble waits on the horizon.
I can feel it.
At least it's over.
I pray this never happens again.
It's unbelievable!
Everyone's still standing!
Thank you so much!
Redcliffe will never forget what you did for us.
Holy Maker!
It... it moves!
So you're the fellow who's here to help.
Mind if I ask what makes you so special that you think you'll be able to help us?
I suppose we do at that.
It doesn't mean I have to agree with his choices.
You don't look like ordinary folk, if you ask me.
You're either modest, stupid, or a liar.
That so?
I heard you all died along with the king down south.
That so?
I didn't think they made women Grey Wardens.
So you're the lass Bann Teagan put in charge.
Mind if I ask what makes you so special that we should follow your orders?
So you're the Grey Warden, are you?
I heard they all died with the king.
Oh?
How nice of you to drop by and grace us with your magnificence.
Maybe later you could show us which end of our swords to hold.
Hmph.
If it takes a ghost or two to kill a horde of evil monsters, I'll take it.
But you look plenty alive to me.
Could be that I did.
So you're the Grey Warden, are you?
I didn't think they made women Grey Wardens.
If you haven't noticed, there aren't darkspawn around these parts.
Not yet, anyway.
We aren't going to turn aside anyone who wants to help, though.
Don't take me for being an ingrate or nothing.
Name's Murdock, mayor of what's left of the village--providing we aren't all killed and hauled off to the castle tonight.
Yes, well, I haven't given up hope.
Not yet, anyway.
Anyhow, you're here, and they tell me you're in charge.
Right.
Let's hope we see morning.
The militia will do what it can, but don't get your hopes up.
I have a good feeling about tonight.
Are you sure?
There's still time left if you need to talk with Ser Perth or do anything else.
Thank you.
It will give the men great confidence to know that you're standing with them.
Oh?
Ask away.
What do you want?
I'm busy getting the militia ready for battle, here.
Don't rightly know.
We heard the arl was sick, and getting worse, but after a while we heard nothing at all.
A few folks went up to the castle to see what was going on.
They couldn't get in.
Nobody was there, not a soul.
And then those horrid creatures attacked the village.
They were everywhere, people dying... it was awful.
Good thing Bann Teagan was here.
No.
I know the arlessa sent the knights out for a cure.
You can ask Ser Perth about it--he was one of them.
Some did, yes.
They put their belongings together and ran... and creatures attacked them on the road.
We only know because the survivors came running back.
Well, now, that's not a statue.
That's what them dwarven folk call a golem, as I understand.
It's been standing there for, oh, thirty years now?
There was a time when the old arl, Arl Eamon's father that is, employed a Circle mage.
Fellow from the Free Marches, called himself Wilhelm.
Lived right here in the village till he up and died.
And the golem just stopped dead in its tracks.
Became, er, something of a landmark.
Well, nobody knows for sure what happened.
But I can tell you the rumor.
I was a boy back then, and everyone talked about it.
Arl Rendorn, Arl Eamon's father, ruled when the Orlesians controlled Ferelden.
He enforced many of their laws.
Rebellions brewed and such...
It was a terrible time.
Wilhelm was Rendorn's enforcer.
Hateful fellow.
Everyone was terrified of Wilhelm's magic, and he lorded over the village as if it were his personal fief, see?
Well one day, Wilhelm returns to the village with this golem behind him.
He's as pleased as a fat cat that he got it... only says that he won it somewhere.
That's really the question.
The morning after Wilhelm returns with his precious golem, we walk out and see it standing alone up on the hill, all still like.
Wilhelm himself vanished.
Later, he turns up in the lake... broken neck, broken back, broken legs.
Shattered.
And dead as dirt.
They say the golem killed him; turned on the mage.
But how did it end up all the way over there, then?
Nobody heard screaming.
Nobody saw anything.
Truth is nobody knows what happened.
Wilhelm's wife wanted the golem destroyed, but we didn't know how... so it's stayed here ever since.
We used to be, but not after thirty years.
Oh.
Suit yourself.
They say his wife didn't like the castle.
His grandson and family still lived here until just recently.
Their cottage is to the east, beneath the windmill.
Fled the morning after the first attack.
I don't know what became of them...
You can try.
I wouldn't want to go in there uninvited.
Who knows what kind of magic is still around?
Well, no one could put more than a chip in it, so we just let it stay where it was.
We've gotten used to it.
It's been still all these years now; I don't expect it'll ever be any harm.
Because the mage died, I thought.
Don't rightly know.
Isn't that what your people call a golem?
It's been standing there for, oh, thirty years now?
The golem?
Hm.
If you want weapons and such, you'd go to the blacksmith.
But there isn't much left there.
Err... commerce isn't exactly our biggest concern right now, but you might want to speak to Lloyd at the tavern.
I wouldn't trust him, though.
Hm.
If you want weapons and such, speak to Owen.
He may not have much in stock yet, though.
We're the last defenders of them folks in the chantry--the women, elderly, and the children.
They're the ones we need to protect.
No matter what happens, we can't let them evil things in there.
If they die, the village is done.
We could use some extra bodies.
Having a veteran like Dwyn in the militia would help a lot, but he flat out refuses.
That fool!
I told him not to lock himself in there.
I told him we wouldn't be able to make sure he was safe, but would he listen?
Thank you for telling me.
Another senseless death to add to the list, I suppose.
Shame.
He's a trader, a dwarf.
Lives near the lake.
Locked himself up in his home with some of his workers, he has, says he doesn't need any of us.
We could use somebody with his fighting experience, but he won't come out.
Morale's about what you'd expect.
These men aren't soldiers--they're villagers defending their homes, and they're frightened.
It would help if we had decent equipment.
There weren't enough swords in Owen's shop, and the men's armor is nearly falling off.
Since you convinced Owen to start repairs, we're pretty well-armed now.
That is a relief, let me tell you.
I don't think we're in any shape to fight.
We'll do our best, of course, but... well, I have my doubts.
We're better off, now that we've sufficient arms.
I don't know that we're ready for the battle, really, but were we ever?
We're better off than we were.
I don't know that we would ever be really ready for battle, though.
Overall, I'd say the militia's very ready to fight.
Never thought I'd say that, but there you go.
My men are getting free drinks at the tavern.
I suppose it's better to drown your fears rather than go mad waiting for certain death.
I'm tempted to have a few ales myself.
Dwyn's presence makes the men a bit more confident.
It helps to know a veteran is on our side tonight.
The men are in poor spirits.
They're frightened and believe they're going to die tonight.
The men's spirits are high, for now.
Far better than I expected, to be honest.
We need what little armor and weapons we got repaired, and quickly, or half of us will be fighting without either.
Owen's the only blacksmith who can do it, but the stubborn fool refuses to even talk.
If we're to be ready for tonight, we'll need that crotchety bastard's help.
I'd appreciate it.
If he doesn't help, he'll die like the rest of us.
What good will that do anyone then?
Why, that tricky, stubborn mule!
He knew we desperately needed replacements!
He must have hidden everything before I went the first time!
Well, thank you.
This will certainly help and hopefully there's enough to replace what's damaged.
Not by nightfall, and not well enough that I'd be happy to test it in combat.
If there were others, don't you think I'd ask them?
His daughter, Valena, is one of the arlessa's maids.
So he hasn't heard from her since this whole business started.
He demanded we attack the castle, break down the gate, and force our way in.
I said it was impossible, but he wouldn't listen.
He's locked himself in the smithy now.
I can't force him to do repairs...
He says he'd rather die first.
Owen is dead?
Well, that's a shame.
He's been through a lot with his wife's death and his daughter being up in the castle.
The only problem is, with Owen dead we have nobody to fix all our damaged gear.
I don't suppose he had some replacements hidden away?
I'd appreciate it.
If there isn't anything, then I don't know what we're going to do.
Except die, that is.
Right.
I'll wait for your return, then.
Well, that does it, then.
We're doomed for sure.
I hope you're right.
I really do.
I...
I hope you're right.
I've been trying to hold us together, but it isn't easy.
My men are certain enough as it is that they'll die tonight.
They don't need me quivering in my boots.
My death will come soon enough, it don't need me hurrying it along.
Fair enough.
What can I do for you?
If you're not planning on helping us, maybe you should just stay away.
You're making everyone nervous.
If you walk out of the village, don't expect us to be here when you get back.
I'll leave that to your conscience, such as it is.
Name's Murdock.
I'm the mayor here, and I'm heading up this militia.
If there's nothing you need...?
If you mean to stay in the village tonight, you had best pray for your life.
Changed your mind, have you?
Well, I'm not going to turn away more swords.
Do you see me stopping you?
No, you don't.
The kind where you help kill them monsters before they kill all of us, obviously.
Well, now, that's just great.
As if we weren't nervous enough as it was, now we got magic too.
So you say.
A damned qunari could walk up and say he was a Grey Warden--I wouldn't know the difference.
For more reason's than you'd care to hear, I bet.
Still, there's no reason to think Bann Teagan's lost his mind.
I heard Tomas brought some stranger by to talk to Bann Teagan.
That's you, I take it?
No, just wondering what all the fuss was about.
I heard Tomas brought some dwarf to talk to Bann Teagan.
That's you, I take it?
Not really.
We don't see much of your folk around here, except for Dwyn.
And the occasional caravan.
Good fighters, I hear.
I heard Tomas brought some elf to talk to Bann Teagan.
That's you, I take it?
No.
We don't get many of your kind here.
Some elven folks serve in the castle, but they don't come down to the village.
Huh.
Not sure what all the fuss was about, though you look impressive enough.
I heard Tomas brought a Grey Warden to talk to Bann Teagan.
Is that you?
I heard you folks all died with the king.
I understand you weren't planning to help us.
If that's so, I advise you to leave before night falls.
Something else you need?
I thought you would've left town by now.
Something you need?
Have you spoken to Owen?
Is he not the most stubborn fool you've ever met?
What are you waiting for?
You need something from me?
What?
Why?
He didn't go and get himself killed, did he?
Well, you'll have to beat some sense into that crotchety fool, or... or we need replacements from somewhere!
If you can get through his door, you've done better than I have.
Go try again.
Don't drink with him!
That's how he sucks you in!
Just my luck our success hinges on the most foolish drunk of a smith ever to grace the Maker's lands!
Typical.
Like there's nobody else in the entire castle who might just need rescuing?
Selfish fart!
So?
Did you go to the smithy?
Was I right?
Did the old fool squirrel items away somewhere?
Well, it looks like Owen's finally doing the repairs we need.
The damned fool is falling over drunk and still manages to make smithing look easy.
Good enough, I say.
I'll send one of my men to inform Bann Teagan the militia is ready for battle.
You'll find him and his men at the mill by the bridge, to the north.
We'll do our best.
We'll fight until we can't fight anymore, however long that is.
I hope you're right.
We may just be village folk, but we're going to fight like there's no tomorrow.
We're not even properly equipped.
But... we'll do our best.
We'll fight until we can't fight anymore.
When you say it, I almost believe it.
Almost.
We'll try out best, however... this is our home.
I'll send one of my men to inform Bann Teagan we're... ready.
As ready as we'll get.
I'll inform Bann Teagan the militia is ready to fight.
We'll give those bastards a welcome they won't soon forget!
I'm redistributing what weapons I can.
Some of my men will have to use harsh language, I suppose, but there's not much recourse, is there?
We're still sorting through the equipment you found in Owen's shop.
It may be enough, it's hard to say.
The repairs are underway surprisingly quickly considering how drunk Owen is.
We may just make it.
I hear you got the tavern serving the militia free ale now?
While I don't favor my men being drunk come sundown, I suppose it helps morale to have their minds taken off... what's to come.
You have my thanks.
So... you're the one that re-activated the statue?
Errr, he's not going to suddenly start killing us all?
Well, there's a bit of a story behind that, if you ever want to hear it.
Well that hardly fills me with confidence.
But, I suppose he's worth ten armed men alone, being made of stone and all.
I guess I'll take your word for it.
Maker's breath!
The statue from up on the hill!
It's walking around again!
If that don't beat all.
It, uh, isn't about to start killing folks, is it?
You got it under control, right?
Right.
Well, if you're its new master I guess it's your risk to take.
Kind of a big one, too.
If you'll excuse me, I think I'll offer the Maker a bit of thanks for not choosing to be a wrathful god today.
Good luck to you.
No offense, but I've lived under the arl my whole life.
I'll fight when he calls me or when I absolutely need to, and that's it.
Who hasn't?
Doesn't mean it's over, though.
Fighting's not over.
We still have darkspawn to battle, and if the arl sends out the call, I'll be there for him.
I'm still amazed we made it through the night in one piece, and won!
They'll be telling stories about this for years, I bet.
Good to see you again, miss.
Because you respect Bann Teagan?
I'm not special at all, really.
Because I know what I'm doing, that's why.
Because I'm a skilled warrior, that's why.
I'm a mage, if you must know.
I'm a Grey Warden.
Just the ones not skilled enough to save your sorry village.
I could be a ghost, you never know.
You sure you didn't hear that we killed the king?
You heard wrong.
I don't think darkspawn care who kills them.
That sounds likely.
I am ready to make my stand.
Let's wait for sundown.
No, I'm ready now. <act>Wait for sundown.</act>
Tell me about what's happened here.
Do you know anything about Arl Eamon's illness?
You didn't try running away?
What do you know about the statue overlooking the village?
Tell me how the mage died.
Then what happened?
Aren't you afraid of it coming back to life?
Enough, I don't need to hear any more.
Get on with it.
How did Wilhelm die?
You say the mage lived in the village?
Can I get into their house?
Why haven't you gotten rid of it?
Why did the golem stop moving?
But there's nowhere to actually buy or sell things?
Why have you been stationed here?
Carry on, then.
Dwyn is dead, in case you didn't know.
Tell me about Dwyn.
Owen had these weapons stashed away in the smithy.
Nobody else can do these repairs?
Why does Owen refuse to talk to you?
I think you should know: Owen is dead.
You'll just have to make do with what you have.
I don't know, but I could take a look.
I'll go check out the smithy.
Yes, he has a stash hidden in the smithy.
Have faith, good man.
We will defeat this evil together.
You seem rather calm, considering.
I plan on leaving, actually.
I'm willing to help.
I am a mage, as well, if it makes a difference.
Well, they do.
And why would you think that?
You have a problem with dwarves?
You see any other strangers around?
That's me.
Only the best survive.
I haven't talked to him yet, no.
You'll have to make do without his help.
It doesn't matter.
He won't help.
No, he's not dead.
I'll go talk to him, then.
Er... yes.
Yes he did.
He won't help unless we rescue Valena.
How is morale?
I still need to speak to Ser Perth.
We're not only ready, Murdock.
We're going to win.
I'm willing to take that chance.
Why would he kill anyone?
He doesn't remember killing his master.
I don't know.
I guess we'll see.
Why would it kill anyone?
It doesn't remember killing his master.
I guess we'll see.
Yes, it's under control.
That's a commendable attitude.
I could use a good commander, myself.
Haven't you seen enough fighting?
You just come barging into my home?
I've no money and nothing of value to take, as you can plainly see.
So I let you in.
You wanted to talk; now we're talking.
Mind telling me who you are?
Anyhow, my name's Owen... though you might already know that.
Care to join me as I get besotted?
Or is there something in particular you wanted?
Good luck to you.
Me, I'll just sit here and keep drinking until nightfall.
You go, then.
Do what you have to.
You see my daughter... well, you tell her that her father misses her.
If I'm alive, that is.
Find my Valena.
That's all I want.
Farewell to you.
If you happen to see Valena, please tell her I await her return.
You're always welcome here, friend.
Maker be with you.
Right.
I haven't got much, obviously, but I'll do whatever I can for you.
You're welcome to whatever I have, obviously.
I'm at your service.
Look around.
The militia took everything they could use.
I could start up the forge again, but I won't since Murdock won't listen to me.
Help you out?
Nobody's helping anyone out.
We're all going to die.
About sodding time, too.
If you mean you want me to smith something for you, then no.
But feel free to take whatever's left.
Don't suppose it matters much any more.
Everything that they could find, sure.
Walked in here and took it all right off the walls.
You've a lot of nerve threatening me like that.
It's not like I'll live much longer anyway.
But it could be there's something left, sure.
Maybe.
I'm not about to tell you about it any more'n I told them, am I?
Do your worst.
Heh, maybe not.
I'd be stupid to keep everything out here where someone could find it easy.
Tell you what.
You want valuables?
I've got some hidden away, maybe, but if you want me to dig them up, there's something I want you to do first.
If you can find it, congratulations.
I've got nothing else to give you.
And then you'll help me anyhow?
I may have been born at night, but it wasn't last night.
You have to earn it.
Tell you what, you go into the castle and find my Valena and I'll even dig up something you might like.
Think of it as an incentive.
Then we have nothing to talk about.
Let me go back to drinking and waiting for the monsters to come.
I wouldn't much appreciate that.
I don't care for thieves poking around my things.
And trust you'll find Valena anyway?
I don't think so.
We may not even live through the night... but if we do, I want my daughter found.
Tell you what.
Find Valena like you promised, and I'll dig it up for you.
Think of it as an incentive.
Good.
One more thing to ease an old man's mind.
Provided we even survive the coming battle.
You can try, but I doubt you will.
Can't say I care for thieves poking around my things either way.
And then trust you'll find Valena anyway?
What do I look like?
I want news, first.
If the need to kill me overwhelms you, go ahead.
It's quicker than the drink or the monsters. <desc>Laughs</desc>
You mean why are these creatures attacking the village?
Obviously, something wicked corrupts the castle.
My daughter used to tell me the arlessa was up to something, hiding things from her husband.
I told Valena she was imagining things, but maybe the arlessa <emp>was</emp> involved in something.
Blood magic, maybe.
Like what?
Of course not.
Who would I tell?
And what good would it do now?
I just wish I'd paid more heed to my girl.
I'd never make such accusations, but... maybe.
If she was using foul magic, then maybe she just did at that.
Only that she's an Orlesian girl from beyond the western mountains.
Far too young for our arl, that's what I say, and too proud and headstrong from the sounds of it.
She thought the arlessa was having an affair with some tutor she hired for the boy, Connor.
I never listened much to her talk about it, though I wish now I had.
It doesn't matter, anyway.
She's lost to me, and I can't do anything about her warnings now.
Why should I help Murdock when he won't help me, hmm?
What about her?
You already said you wouldn't help.
Or have you changed your mind?
Will you look for her?
You promised you'd look for her in the castle, once the night is over.
I'll hold you to that.
I'm an old man.
Everyone knows we aren't making it through the night.
Or are you going to save us?
Is that so?
Huh.
Maybe it's the drink talking, but you almost sound like you believe that.
It'd do me a world of good to think maybe someone like you could go in and find her... provided any of us live through the night.
Tell you what, if you want me to do repairs for Murdock and his men, promise me you'll go into the castle and find my daughter.
Tell you what, you want that reward I mentioned, you find Valena.
Not good enough.
Murdock said the same damned thing and I didn't believe him, either.
I want a promise.
Promise me that you'll look for her, that you'll bring her back to me if you can.
I'll accept that.
It's something to hope for, at least.
And I suppose there's no point in me sitting around, is there?
Time to re-light the forge and get the smithy going, hey?
Murdock'll be pleased.
Right, then.
It seems I have some work to do, re-lighting the forge and I suppose I'll have to find some iron.
Hmm, maybe at the mill?
Bah, Murdock just better send his men here as soon as possible if I'm gonna get to all these repairs and get them done by nightfall.
If you need anything done... well, just let me know.
I've got a lot to do now, so you'll have to excuse me.
Eventually, they'll want to seek out the arl and arlessa.
And when they do, you go in and bring my Valena to me.
Nothing besides your conscience.
You got one of them?
Then I'll take what I can get and leave the rest to the Maker's grace.
Then you should know the value of a deal.
You want something, I want something.
If you'll look for Valena, I'll re-open the smithy and make some repairs for the militia.
I can do that much.
It... would be better than going to my grave wondering.
And there you have it--we're doomed.
So if I lock myself in here and drink quietly, waiting for the sun to go down, then I don't see the problem.
You say I'm crazy.
I say my daughter's all I got to live for.
Murdock and the village don't matter none to me.
Why not?
It's not like we're going to live past the night anyhow.
Or are you going to save us?
I've been drinking since I got up this afternoon.
That makes... hmm... three days.
Maybe more.
Funny, you didn't sound like a dwarf through the door.
Can't say I expected that.
Funny, you didn't sound like an elf through the door.
Can't say I expected that.
A Grey Warden, is it?
Huh.
It takes all kinds.
So I opened the door.
I've got nothing of value for you.
The militia's taken whatever I had.
So if you're here to beat on a sad old man, then all I ask is you get on with it.
I don't have much to live for as it is.
Can't say that's much of your business.
I'll probably be dead when the monsters come here tonight, regardless.
I'm Owen, the village blacksmith.
Or I was.
The militia's already hauled everything out of here to supply its men, and come nightfall I'll probably be dead when them creatures come from the castle.
If you think you can intimidate me more than them, then you're free to try.
Hmph.
What do you want, exactly?
Is that so?
Then talk, then.
Join me for a drink or two, if you like.
We can wait for the sunset together, eh?
I must admit, it feels good to be up and... doing something, finally.
There is no way I'm sobering up before morning, however.
I've you to thank for that, stranger.
Just do what you've promised and it will have been worthwhile.
Thief!
Stay away from there!
That's nothing of yours!
I warned you!
Now I'll show you what I do with thieves!
I'll show you what I do with thieves!
Yaaahhhh!!
I don't think there's anything you'll need in there, but it's hard to say.
I was in a bit of a rush when I filled it up.
Leave that alone.
There's nothing of interest to you none, and I don't abide thieves.
Hey, I see you've found my hiding place.
I stuck some old equipment in there before Murdock could get his hands on it.
Here, let me open it for you.
I have the key.
I had a key, but... um, well...
It appears I lost it somewhere.
Sorry.
Not if I'm going to repair the equipment they have.
That stuff is old, anyhow.
Good to see you in one piece.
Do you have news of Valena, yet?
And?
She's... she's not with you, and she hasn't returned.
Does that mean...?
Dead... well... it's better to know.
At least she's with her mother now.
Then... then take this.
A reward for your time.
A trinket from my master, from a... a long time ago.
Better off in your hands than mine, eh?
Then... then take this.
It's the reward I told you about.
Better off in your hands than mine, yes?
Use it well.
I hope she finds her way back soon, or at least writes.
The thought of sitting here worrying about her... ah, well.
Is there something you needed?
Fled north.
Y-yes, I...
I understand, thank you for letting me know where she is.
Fled north?
How do you know?
So she'll be returning home now the danger's over?
You... you might be right.
Huh.
Well...
I hope she prospers.
I've little chance of finding her, old as I am.
That's... good news.
I... hope she makes it back safely.
Thank you for letting me know where she is.
Well, I'll give it some time.
Now's the best time to go into the castle, though, and see for yourself.
Remember, a promise is a promise.
I...
I see.
Well, I guess that about does it, then.
If you'll excuse me, I...
I need some privacy.
Come back later, if you wish.
Not to me there isn't.
Do you have news about her or not?
They told me you've been back to the castle, that everything's under control.
But... but Valena still hasn't come back to me.
Does that mean...?
But... she should have come home by now.
Unless she can't.
If you can't find her, nobody will.
No... no, it's fine.
I think I already knew.
I suppose I was just... fooling myself.
I still haven't heard from Valena.
Odd, isn't it?
Hopefully, she's all right.
Is-is there something I can get for you, friend?
My Valena returned!
She told me of your daring rescue.
I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am.
Take this... a reward for your deed.
It's dwarven made, and should serve you well.
Thank you again!
I'm forever in your debt.
That's even kinder of you.
Thank you again.
I'm forever in your debt.
We talked about a reward, so I hope this is enough.
It's dwarven made, and should serve you well.
You're welcome here, friend.
What can I do for you?
Like I said, be on your way.
Smithy's closed.
I do mind, actually.
I should go.
Let's talk business.
So the smithy is closed?
Are you sure you won't help me out?
The militia couldn't have taken everything...
There must still be something left.
Tell me.
But did they find everything?
Do my worst?
So you want to die?
Or I could just look for it, myself.
I'm not your errand girl.
Tell me now.
I'm not your errand boy.
Tell me now.
What do you want me to do?
You won't get me to help you that way.
I could find it on my own, you know.
I want it first, then.
Fine, I'll look for her.
That sounds fine, I suppose.
And if I find it first?
Give it to me now.
What do you know about what's going on?
I want to talk about something else.
Have you told anyone about this?
You think the arlessa made Arl Eamon sick?
What do you know about the arlessa?
What else did your daughter say?
The militia needs your help desperately.
About your daughter...
No, I haven't changed my mind.
I will... if you give me the reward you mentioned.
If we make it through the night, yes.
I'll look for her.
Why have you locked yourself in the smithy?
Sounds fair enough.
Or you could work to help save her.
Forget it.
I've got better things to do.
I'll do my best.
I'm not promising anything.
I promise you: I'll find her.
But no one can get into the castle right now.
What's stopping me from lying to you?
Last time I checked.
That's an insulting thing to ask.
What about the militia?
They need your help.
And what if she's dead?
I think you can save yourselves.
I intend to try.
If you want, I can put you out of your misery.
He can't send anyone!
That's insane!
So you intend to drink yourself to death?
Phew.
Smells like a brewery in here.
My name is <FirstName/>, a Grey Warden.
My name is <FirstName/>, a Grey Warden helping Bann Teagan.
Not much to live for?
Why is that?
So what is this place?
And who are you?
There's no need for a beating, provided you do what I say.
I'm not here to rob you.
I just want to talk.
Nice to see you have some purpose.
I'm just looking.
I apologize.
What are you going to do about it?
You're drunk.
Back off, old man.
It's locked.
Couldn't the militia use this?
She's dead.
I'm so sorry.
Yes, she's dead, slaughtered by the creatures in the castle.
She's fine.
She escaped with other servants and fled north.
Who knows?
She might be better off where she is.
I don't know.
She probably thinks you're dead.
Yes, I'm sure she will as soon as she's able.
No, and I doubt I will.
There are more important things than your daughter.
I'm still looking, Owen.
Give me time.
I'll find her; I promise!
We don't know that yet, Owen.
I know what happened to her, yes.
Yes, I suppose it means she must be dead.
I'm sorry.
I haven't found any sign of her.
Dwarven armor?
Yes, I'll take that.
Thank you.
I was glad to help.
I don't need a reward.
Keep it.
Go away, curse you!
Leave me in peace!
You've already taken everything out of my stores!
There's nothing left!
Good.
And don't come back!
Eh?
You're not Murdock.
Who are you and what are you doing at my door?
My axe in here says you won't.
Just you try it, looter!
I... all right, just... don't destroy anything, damn you!
I'm the bloody blacksmith and this is my shop!
There's nothing of interest here anymore, whoever you are, so you'd best move along.
Oh?
Who is that?
What do you want?
I've been through enough...
If you didn't notice, the smithy is closed.
The forge is cold.
You've come to the wrong place.
That so?
Well, if Murdock wants more weapons, you can give him the same answer I did: He can make them himself.
Certainly not!
I don't know you and I don't want to.
Off you go.
I said no and I meant it!
Begone, stranger!
Hmm.
All right, all right, though I don't know why you're so determined.
Here, I'll get the locks...
Hmm.
All right, all right, let me undo the locks.
All I ask is that you don't make any trouble.
Begone, I said!
Don't you try to come in here!
Sorry, I'll leave you be.
I haven't taken anything at all.
You're mistaken.
Open this door or I break it down!
I'd like to speak with you.
Can I come in?
Is this Owen, the blacksmith?
I need to speak with you.
Nothing.
Forget I was here.
Never mind who I am.
Open the door or I break it down!
I need some smithing done.
I need to talk about repairs for the militia.
I'd prefer not to speak through a door.
Can I come in?
Either open the door or I break it down.
Please, I just want to talk to you.
<act>Break the locks.</act>
Greetings to you.
I was curious about the stranger Bann Teagan placed in charge of our defense, but now I see his reasoning.
You are obviously far from ordinary.
I must admit that I do not know quite how to address you.
Is "my lord" sufficient?
Very well, then, my lord, I am humbly at your service.
I must admit I do not know quite how to address you.
Is "my lady" sufficient?
Very well, then, my lady, I am humbly at your service.
I must admit I am unfamiliar with addressing a dwarf of your station.
I do not wish to be rude.
I must admit I know not how to address an elf in your position.
I do not wish to be rude.
As you wish, and thank you kindly.
Please take no offense, then, my good man, for I meant none.
Please take no offense, then, my good woman, for I meant none.
Grey Warden it is, then, and thank you kindly.
I am Ser Perth, until recently in direct service of Arl Eamon of Redcliffe.
For now, my charge is defending the village from these evil assaults.
Would that I had chosen not to seek out the Urn of Sacred Ashes, perhaps I would have fended off whatever evil befell the castle... or perhaps I would be dead.
Ah, well.
With fortune and the Maker's favor, perhaps all is not yet lost.
Maker watch over you, then.
It will be a difficult battle to come.
As you wish, Grey Warden.
Maker watch over you.
As you wish.
Take heart, my friend, for we may not see each other beyond the battle to come.
As you say.
We are prepared to meet the enemy here, when they come.
Maker prepare us, we shall be victorious!
There is still time before the sun goes down.
If you have not yet spoken to Murdock or if there is anything you have planned...
Then... there is nothing more to say.
I am honored to fight by your side.
May the Maker watch over us all.
Then... there is nothing more to say.
I am honored to fight by your side, Grey Warden.
May the Maker watch over us all.
Good.
Go do whatever you must, and return before it is time.
I will be here.
Ask me whatever you wish.
You know about as much as I do.
I returned a day before the attacks began, having heard strange rumors about the abandoned castle.
I was the only knight to survive the first attack.
Since then, I found others returning from the arlessa's quest.
Until we get to the source of this evil, though, I do not think it will stop.
And I don't believe we will be enough.
I'm not sure.
Murdock mentioned a blacksmith in the village, but I believe the militia is using everything he had.
Beyond that, you might try the village store.
It's locked up, but there may be items of use still within, I do not know.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> A fellow named Lloyd runs it.
He refuses to close and evacuate to the chantry.
I suppose he might still have something to sell you, though I wouldn't encourage dealing with the fool.
He is a profiteer, and nothing more.
When the arl fell sick, we were at a loss.
Nothing worked to cure him and he just kept getting worse.
Finally, Arlessa Isolde came up with a plan: The Urn of Sacred Ashes is a legendary artifact said to hold great healing powers.
If found, it might save him.
We knights volunteered to seek it out.
Few of us have returned; many are still out there, unaware of what is happening here.
If you are not going to help us...
Not at all.
A great number of soldiers remained in Castle Redcliffe.
I wonder if they perished there and were transformed into these... things.
The thought chills my blood.
Eventually, perhaps.
The ones I have here were those near enough to recall within the last few days.
The arl once employed a scholar, Brother Genitivi.
He had proof the Urn was in Ferelden, or so I was told.
We were never certain.
He thirsted for water, and then grew weaker and weaker.
We brought in a mage but even that did nothing.
The arlessa believed he was cursed and that we needed the power of Andraste herself, or he would surely perish.
Although we are far better equipped than Murdock and his villagers, we knights are too few.
Things will be grim after sundown.
Overall, my fellow knights are nervous about the coming battle.
Death is almost certain, but we will fight and die valiantly if that's what the Maker demands.
Overall, I do not believe my fellow knights are prepared for the coming battle.
They fear the coming evil and morale is low.
I wish that were within my power to change.
Overall, I believe my knights are ready for the coming battle.
Morale is high, thanks to you.
We retrieved more oil from the village store.
It is ready to use as our first line of defense, as you suggested.
As you see, the golem is... here with us.
Its size and strength is certainly reassuring.
It is a formidable ally.
I distributed Mother Hannah's amulets to the other knights.
It is encouraging to think the Maker watches over us in our hour of need.
We have sufficient armor and weapons, but my knights are too few to stand against the monsters without assistance.
And I do not know where your specialty lies, but it is said that the large... statue in the village was once a mage's guardian.
If you could re-animate and control it, the statue might prove an effective ally against these evil creatures.
Perhaps you could approach Mother Hannah in the chantry for some holy protection against these evil creatures?
Otherwise, I do not know what else you could provide beyond your own talents.
We're as prepared for the onslaught as we could possibly be, all things considered.
No one told me of this.
Oil, you say?
How much, exactly?
Ah, you're probably right.
Setting these creatures aflame might hurt us more than them, after all.
Assuming that would hurt them...
Yes, I see what you have in mind.
That might be effective if used carefully.
Yes, excellent idea!
I'll send some men to collect the oil.
We'll use it to slow these creatures down.
Have you anything else to ask me, in the meantime?
Very little.
Those who lived in the village for a long time might know more.
I thought to ask Murdock if he could restore it somehow.
It could be a futile thought, however.
Even if the creature could somehow be restored to life, there's no guarantee it wouldn't simply worsen our problems.
If they are the same as the symbols worn by their priests... well, that would more than suffice!
I will send some men to collect the amulets.
Please, give my regards to Mother Hannah for seeing some sense at last.
Of course I do.
These are Maker's symbols!
What better protection could we ask for?
I do not approve of magery and such, but the symbols of the Chantry are holy and blessed by the Maker, not the work of mages.
Of course I did.
She said she could not help us.
That gladdens my heart to hear it.
Well... perhaps you are right.
Still, if the mother would change her mind, we would be grateful.
If Bann Teagan trusts you enough to charge you with our defense, then I think she would have to regardless of your race.
She offers prayers to the Maker; only she can call on Him to guard us against this evil.
How will we prevail without the Maker watching over us?
I do not know.
We face a great evil and need protection only the Maker can offer.
Perhaps her own faith is faltering in these dark nights.
No, nothing comes to mind.
If you have not spoken to the mayor, Murdock, you should.
His militia is far more in need of aid than we are.
Back in the village, of course, in front of the chantry.
Mother Hannah's amulets have greatly bolstered my men's confidence.
You couldn't have armed us with any better than our faith in the Maker.
Have you spoken to the revered mother?
Has she offered anything?
Very well.
I will wait for news on the matter, then.
I see.
Then I suppose we must simply rely on our own prayers.
The Maker will not help us.
Thank you for your efforts.
We shall fight on, nevertheless.
Ah, well.
With a Grey Warden aiding our defense, perhaps all is not lost.
Greetings, Grey Warden.
I am as relieved as Bann Teagan is to see you here.
What is it you need?
The knights of Redcliffe are ready to fight at your disposal.
You have my thanks for sending this... statue to fight with us.
My men are quite impressed with its prowess.
By the Maker's grace!
That's the... that statue!
How did you manage to resurrect it?
No... perhaps that is a tale for another day.
Still, it is most impressive.
Greetings, my lord.
You arrived just recently, yes?
And you spoke to Bann Teagan?
It's too bad you cannot help us.
Perhaps you should take refuge in the chantry with the women and children.
Then I wish you would tell Bann Teagan that, for we could use more fighters here.
Staying in the chantry would be safer for you, and you would be out of the way.
Your path is, of course, your own to determine.
Maker watch over you then, my lord.
Maker watch over you then, my lady.
Thank the Maker!
This is wonderful news!
We need a great deal of help, a kind you might very well be able to provide.
Greetings, my lady.
You arrived just recently, yes?
And were brought to speak to Bann Teagan?
I urge you to seek refuge, before night falls.
I will remain here to guard the village, and receive any fellow knights as they continue to return... at least until the castle is retaken.
Ah, it is sad to think of how much death there has been here.
But we have saved the village, beyond all expectations.
You have done well, my friend.
We have been victorious beyond all expectations.
Surely the Maker smiled upon us this day.
Maker watch over you, friend.
I hope your future battles go well.
Maker watch over you, my lord, and indeed all of us.
Maker watch over you, my lady, and indeed all of us.
Bann Teagan informed me that he would like us to wait at the castle gate, should you get the opportunity to open it.
I would prefer to enter the castle with you, but he is right--someone must remain to guard Redcliffe and bring word to the king, should our plan go... awry.
At any rate, I will go to the gates now.
May you remain in the Maker's sight, my friend.
You have opened the gates.
That is good.
My men and I are eager to see our arl again.
Shall we enter the main hall together?
It must be held if we are to regain control of the castle.
As you wish.
We will hold the gate and watch for anyone attempting to leave.
Let me know if the situation changes.
Excellent.
Let us go now, then, and see what awaits us there.
What is the situation?
Shall we go to the hall with you, or shall we wait here?
As you wish.
It is quite... eerie here, however.
I am used to seeing this castle bustling with troops.
Do not tarry, if you can avoid it.
We will wait here until the gates open.
You will need to enter through the tunnel Bann Teagan spoke of.
I do not like this talk of possessions and spirits and... and magic.
It is unnatural.
It is good you resolved this demon business.
Now we must either revive the arl or allow Bann Teagan take his place.
The arl's recovery is a boon to the nation.
We all owe you a great debt.
That would be proper.
I am a teyrn's son.
"My lady" would be proper.
I am a teyrn's daughter.
I don't care what you call me.
Call me <FirstName/>, if you would.
Call me whatever you would call a human.
Call me Grey Warden, for that's what I am.
Carry on.
I am ready to make my stand here.
No, I'm ready now. <act>Wait for nightfall.</act>
Where can I get supplies?
What about the tavern?
Tell me about the quest for the sacred Urn.
You mentioned something about an urn...?
I want to discuss something else.
So the knights left the castle defenseless?
Can no one find the other knights and bring them back?
Why did the arlessa believe anyone could find the Urn?
Just what was the arl sick with?
What is your status?
Have you considered using the oil in the village store?
Never mind.
It's probably a bad idea.
Enough to set many monsters aflame.
What do you know about the statue?
Mother Hannah has some holy amulets.
Would those do?
I'm glad I could help.
You think it would actually help?
But it's not even magical!
Haven't you already asked Mother Hannah for protection?
I will see what I can do.
I think it's foolish to rely on such things.
I'm a dwarf.
You think she will listen to me?
I'm an elf.
You think she will listen to me?
What kind of protection could she offer?
You believe she's lying?
Is there anything else you need?
Where do I find Murdock?
You said you wanted holy protection.
Mother Hannah does not believe she can help you.
I'll fight the creatures, if they come.
I'll go where I like.
I'm willing to help you.
What kind of help do you need?
I need to leave the castle, actually.
I want to look around elsewhere, first.
No, I would prefer to go alone.
Yes, let's go to the hall together.
Wait here for now.
G-get away, you!
I...
I'm armed!
Monsters attacked the village and dragged the bodies off to the castle.
It's magic--dark magic.
There's a bit of valuables left if you look hard... apparently, the monsters weren't interested in them much.
Only survivor's in the chantry.
Dying or asleep, maybe, I'm not going to risk it.
Right.
Remember, there's plenty to go around.
Get away, you!
I...
I'm armed!
Same as you, I thought.
Seeing if there's anything of value left.
Not like anyone here needs it anymore, right?
Heh.
Lots of drag marks on the ground, all leading up the castle.
There's blood and bits left around, but no bodies.
Survive?
I came here after the showdown, same as you.
Fine, just keep your distance.
I got here first, not that the pickings are worth fighting over.
Yeah?
What about your friends?
Well, I guess you don't look the sort.
I just thought vultures would arrive sooner or later.
You're not a-a bandit?
Oh, I guess you don't look like one, really, but...
I figured vultures would come sooner or later.
Later is good.
You're not... a bandit?
Oh, I guess not every elf is up to no good.
I just thought vultures would get here sooner or later.
Later is good.
What happened here?
Thank you for the information.
Move off, you!
Before I cut you down!
What are you doing here, then?
All the bodies were taken to the castle?
How did you survive?
You're joking, right?
Don't worry, we won't hurt you.
Don't worry, I won't hurt you.
Hello?
Pardon the mess, please...
I'm still doing my best to find my way around here.
Oh, I took over the smithy after we found poor Owen dead.
I guess he was killed last night.
No one really knows.
I'm taking over the smithy.
Poor Owen... he hung himself.
I guess he just gave up.
Since he doesn't have any living kin and we need a blacksmith, that's going to be me.
Err... you didn't know Owen at all, did you?
Oh.
I didn't know that.
Err... this is the only thing of value I found in here.
It belonged to Owen's daughter, I think.
I guess you should have it.
If I can get you anything, just let me know.
Sorry again.
Fair enough.
Maker's luck to you.
It isn't much, that's for sure.
I haven't touched the forge in years, but I'll provide what I can.
I'm sorry to hear that.
If I can get you anything, let me know.
Ah.
Well, if I can get you anything, let me know.
His daughter came back from the castle in one piece but she don't want the place.
She's shook up, so I gave her what little he left.
Poor lass.
Talk to her, if you like.
I imagine she'll be moving on soon, but she hasn't left yet.
If you need any work done, you just let me know.
I'm no expert like Owen, but I'll learn quick enough.
Something I can get for you?
She came home to find her father dead, poor thing.
She don't want the smithy, so I gave her what little he left.
<act>Lie</act> He was a close and dear friend.
<act>Lie</act> He was a relative of mine, actually.
Only a little.
No, not at all.
I see Valena has returned.
Ah, Tomas.
Who is this with you?
No simple traveler, obviously.
No, my lord.
He just arrived, and I thought you would want to see him.
Well done, Tomas.
Greetings, my good man.
My name is Teagan, Bann of Rainesfere, brother to the arl.
You don't strike me as the usual pilgrim or wanderer.
Can I ask who you are and why you've come?
We don't see many dwarves in these parts.
Can I ask who you are and why you've come?
We don't see many elves in these parts.
Can I ask who you are and why you've come?
No, my lord.
She arrived just now, and I thought you would want to see her.
Well done, Tomas.
A pleasure to meet you, my lady.
I am Teagan, Bann of Rainesfere, brother to the arl.
It's...
Tomas, yes?
And who are these people with you?
They're obviously not simple travelers.
No, my lord.
They just arrived, and I thought you would want to see them.
Well done, Tomas.
Greetings, friends.
My name is Teagan, Bann of Rainesfere, brother to the arl.
You're a rather unusual group, to say the least.
Can I ask who you are and why you've come?
Fair enough.
Unfortunately, you have come at an inopportune time.
Ill-luck plagues the village, and the arl is taken to his bed with sickness.
You're here to see my brother?
I see.
Is it important business?
Cute.
I would laugh, except this is no joking matter.
The arl is gravely ill.
You're here to see Eamon?
A dwarf?
Whatever for?
You're here to see Eamon?
An elf?
Whatever for?
He doesn't see much of anyone at the moment.
Did you know Eamon has been ill?
No one has heard from the castle in days.
No guards patrol the walls, and no one has responded to my shouts.
The attacks started a few nights ago.
Evil... things... surged from the castle.
We drove them back, but many perished during the assault.
They hit again the next night.
Each night they come, with greater numbers.
With Cailan dead and Loghain starting a war over the throne, no one responds to my urgent calls for help.
I have a feeling tonight's assault will be the worst yet.
I'm asking you, please... help us, help Eamon.
I know you're a Grey Warden.
And that's enough for me.
I know Alistair.
And I trust those he chooses to travel with.
Perhaps not.
You're here, however, on the eve of our darkest hour.
I'm hoping that means the Maker sent you to us.
Isn't it?
You're a Grey Warden seeking Eamon's help.
He simply needs your help, first.
What do you say?
Thank you!
Thank you, this... means more to me than you can guess.
Tomas, please tell Murdock what transpired.
Then return to your post.
Now then.
There is much to do before night falls.
I've put two men in charge of the defense outside.
I see.
That's disappointing.
I suggest you leave the village then.
We have much to prepare for, and your presence would surely be a distraction.
Thank you, Tomas.
Please return to your post and continue keeping an eye out--report to Murdock on your way.
Yes, Bann Teagan.
I'm sorry, my lord.
You have to understand... as Grey Wardens, the darkspawn are our primary concern.
Then you will help us?
Then I would have to kindly ask you not to get in our way.
Once the village is safe, we will try to enter the castle to find the source of this trouble.
I tried.
Our one attempt at an organized evacuation resulted in an immediate attack.
Yesterday I found out these creatures attack those fleeing on their own--even during daytime.
Whatever lies in the castle wants this village dead.
The castle is closed to us; its doors barred.
We could storm it, certainly, but what would that accomplish?
I have a feeling tonight's assault will be the worst yet.
Alistair, I hate to ask, but I desperately need the help of you and your friends.
It isn't just up to me.
Though the Grey Wardens don't stand much chance against Loghain without Arl Eamon.
Because each night they return, their ranks bolstered with our recently dead, and we are desperate for help!
Some call them the walking dead; decomposing corpses returning to life with a hunger for human flesh...
A Grey Warden?
I thought you all died along with my nephew.
At least, that is what Loghain would have us believe.
I refer to Cailan, of course.
Our sister was Queen Rowan, King Maric's wife and Cailan's mother, Maker rest her soul.
So... you are a Grey Warden as well?
A pleasure to meet you.
I wish it were under better circumstances.
So... you are a Grey Warden as well?
Is it possible we've met?
You seem very familiar.
Ah, yes, that's it exactly.
A pleasure to meet you indeed, though I wish it were under better circumstances.
There is a Grey Warden who goes by the name of Alistair...
Does he yet live?
My brother raised him.
If Alistair's alive, I am certain he will want to know.
He does?
Finally, some good news amidst all the bad.
Thank you.
You're here to see my brother?
Unfortunately, that might be a problem.
Eamon is gravely ill.
Is there something else you need?
That Loghain pulled out his own men in order to save them.
That Cailan risked the entire nation's safety in the name of glory.
Loghain calls the Grey Wardens traitors, murderers of the king.
I don't believe it.
It is an act of a desperate man.
What, that he pulled his men in order to save them?
That Cailan risked everything in the name of glory?
Hardly.
I remember you, Bann Teagan, though the last time we met I was a lot younger and... covered in mud.
Covered in mud? ...Alistair?
It is you, isn't it?
You're alive!
This is wonderful news!
Still alive, yes, though I'm just as surprised about that as you are, believe me.
Still alive, yes, though not for long if Teyrn Loghain has anything to say about it.
Indeed.
Loghain would have us believe all Grey Wardens died along with my nephew, amongst other things.
Have you thought about it some more?
Will you help us?
What do you need?
There is not much daylight left.
Very well.
Luck be with you, my friend.
You're a...
I see.
Why didn't you just tell me this earlier?
I thought you were all slain along with my nephew.
It appears that isn't the only lie Loghain is telling about the Grey Wardens.
None, I suppose.
You have good reason to be suspicious.
I suppose that means you trust me now.
Thank you.
Hopefully we can find the source and stop it before it causes any more damage.
With luck, we'll also find Eamon and be able to help him.
Eamon would be in a better position to reward you, to be honest.
Ser Perth insists.
He wants me to be with the villagers, so everyone he needs to protect is in one place.
I don't mind, to be honest.
The point of all this is to protect the villagers, and I can do that best here.
This is the last line of defense, should things go amiss.
Should the monsters find their way in.
I would prefer not to fight in the chantry, but if they come, then so must it be.
We could bring some men in to stand beside me, but I'd rather keep the monsters away from the villagers if possible.
I'm not here for glory.
I would prefer being outside, but Perth has a point.
Are you suggesting what's happened here is related to Cailan's death and the civil war?
Even Eamon's illness?
Our sister was Cailan's mother.
I suppose we've royal blood, but it's a shaky claim to the throne... though still better than Loghain's.
And it does mean Eamon could intervene in Loghain's bid for the throne.
But let's not leap to conclusions.
This is hardly the time to be discussing personal details, don't you think?
We will have to fight for our lives very shortly.
I mean no offense.
I just don't want to spend what little time we have left chatting instead of preparing.
I... suppose that's not too much to ask.
I did not mean to be brusque.
I do not mean to be rude, but let's focus on preparing for the battle instead.
I...
I beg your pardon, my lady, where are my manners?
What would you like to know?
What would you like to know?
Ask away.
Good, then my secrets are still safe.
I was worried for a moment, there.
Oh... you mean, am I married?
I... no.
No, I've never had the pleasure.
If I did, I'd be lucky to find a woman as lovely as yourself.
Ha.
Just so.
If I may be so bold, what of you, my lady?
Are you married?
Mages can marry, or so I'm told.
I can think of several reasons why one would be willing to be so brave.
I find that hard to believe.
Surely, that is a crime somewhere.
But I am too bold, my lady.
This is hardly the time for such... banter.
Please accept my apology.
I'm glad.
What else would you like to know?
You're too kind, my lady, amongst many other things.
I am very sorry; I had no idea.
Please forgive my thoughtless question.
Ah.
Lucky man, indeed.
You'll have to introduce me, sometime... provided we survive.
Skilled enough to know there are many far better than myself.
After the first attack?
I wanted to go for help, but I couldn't just leave these people.
The bannorn gear up to battle Loghain while darkspawn loom to the south.
Loghain won't send anyone.
So Redcliffe is on its own.
I don't know.
If Connor lives, he'll be the arl and I'll need to help him with it.
If he's... well, I don't want to think about that.
I do not know.
They seem to be walking corpses, men with rotting flesh that continue to attack even with the gravest injuries.
All I know is these things don't fall easily; you hack them to pieces and still they come. 
Murdock, the village mayor, is outside the chantry.
Ser Perth, one of Eamon's knights, is just up the cliff at the windmill, watching the castle.
You may discuss with them the preparations for the coming battle.
I have those few who returned from their quest.
You know of this, yes?
Eamon's illness was... is very serious.
The arlessa, out of desperation, sent the knights on a quest for a cure.
I know little about this, other than that the cure was supposed to be an ancient relic of great power.
Ser Perth was one of the knights sent on this quest.
Perhaps you should speak to him if you wish to learn more.
I hear both Murdock and Ser Perth are ready for nightfall.
Excellent news.
Now, there is only the matter of choosing where you take your stand before night falls.
Who's this you've brought with you?
He... looks a bit familiar.
You don't recognize me, Bann Teagan?
Though the last time we met, I was a lot younger, and covered in mud.
Covered in mud? ...Alistair?
You're alive!
This is wonderful news!
Still alive, and believe me, I'm just as surprised about it as you are.
I am less surprised than you might think, despite what Loghain put you through.
I'm glad not all the Grey Wardens are lost.
Alistair!
Ah, but it's good to finally see you!
When your friend here told me you were still alive, I could scarcely believe the good fortune!
I know you have business of your own here...
Is this why you have returned?
Don't say that.
You don't know that.
He... he could still be alive.
Well, now you see.
I had planned to make my way into the castle, once everyone was safe, and... it seems there is nothing stopping me now.
Come with me to the mill, if you like.
We can talk more there.
I am thankful for my life, but everyone I sought to protect is dead.
I have failed to save the village.
Dawn arrives, and we survived the night.
We are victorious!
And though this victory came at great cost, we must remember none of us would be here were it not for the heroism of the one who stands beside me.
I thank you, good ser.
Truly, the Maker smiled on us when he sent you here in our darkest hour.
If need be.
With luck, we'll be discussing that with my brother.
Surely these people deserve some small celebration, don't you think?
There is time, yet.
I thank you, dear lady.
Truly, the Maker smiled on us when he sent you here in our darkest hour.
And though this victory came at great cost, we must remember none of us would be here were it not for the heroism of these good folk beside me.
Dawn arrives, my friends, and all of us remain.
We are victorious!
And this man you see beside me... we have him to thank for our lives today.
Without his heroism, surely we would all have perished.
I bow to you, ser.
The Maker smiled on us when he sent you here in our darkest hour.
Allow me to offer you this: the helm of Ser Ferris the Red, my great-uncle and hero of Ferelden.
He would approve passing it to one so worthy.
Surely, they should be allowed to celebrate their victory.
It came at great cost, after all.
Nonsense, good ser.
I am glad to part with it.
I insist.
Nonsense, my lady.
I am glad to part with it.
I insist.
Beyond the fact that it belonged to a great man?
It was enchanted by the dwarf who forged it, but that may just be an old family tale.
Take it, then, and use it in good health.
With the Maker's favor, the blow we delivered today is enough for me to enter the castle and seek out your arl.
Be wary and watch for signs of renewed attack.
We shall return with news as soon as we are able.
Now, we've no time to waste.
Meet me at the mill.
We can talk further there.
Now they walk with He who is their Maker.
Long may they know the peace of His love.
Murdock of Redcliffe, mayor and beloved father, we salute you.
Ser Perth, valiant knight in the service of Arl Eamon of Redcliffe, we salute you.
You and so many others who have perished here, walk with He who is your Maker.
Long may you know the peace of His love.
Let us bow our heads and give honor to those who gave their lives in defense of Redcliffe.
I bow to you, dear lady.
The Maker smiled on us when he sent you here in our darkest hour.
And this woman you see beside me... we have her to thank for our lives today.
Without her heroism, surely we would all have perished.
And it is this man, this Grey Warden... we have him to thank for our lives today.
Without his heroism surely we would all have perished.
And it is this woman, this Grey Warden... we have her to thank for our lives today.
Without her heroism, surely we would all have perished.
And it is these good folk you see beside me that we have to thank for our lives today.
Without their heroism, surely we would all have perished.
<desc>Bann Teagan is badly wounded and unconscious, but still alive.
You might be able to revive him.</desc>
What... what happened?
Where am I?
Am I still in the village?
Saving my life?
I... how long did I lay there?
Where are all the villagers?
They're... they're gone.
All of them.
You abandoned us!
Why would you leave us to this fate?
I... suppose it's not you I'm angry at.
I tried my best to help, and it wasn't enough.
Everyone I sought to protect is dead.
Darkspawn?
Then... you're a Grey Warden?
I cannot argue with that.
You have... a greater duty.
I just wanted very much to help, and I failed.
I suppose not.
I should be thankful I'm alive, it's just... everyone I sought to protect is dead.
You found me here?
How long did I lay there?
Why... why wasn't I killed?
What's left of it?
Where is everyone?
Don't tell me...
<desc>You treat Teagan's wounds successfully and he begins to regain consciousness.</desc>
Odd how quiet the castle looks from here.
You would think there was nobody inside at all.
But I shouldn't delay things further.
I had a plan... to enter the castle after the village was secure.
Here's what I propose: I go in with Isolde and you enter the castle using the secret passage.
My signet ring unlocks the door.
Perhaps I will... distract whatever evil is inside and increase your chances of getting in unnoticed.
What do you say?
What choice do either of us have?
If your business with Eamon is important, you're going to have to go inside to find him.
He's right.
Without Arl Eamon, we'll never get the support we need.
Then it's for the best.
I would prefer to go inside with you, but I have no choice in the matter.
I don't think we can afford to strip any of the few defenders the village has left, just in case.
Here is my signet ring.
It will open the lock on the door in the mill.
Whatever you do, Eamon is the priority here.
If you have to, just get him out of there.
Isolde, me, and anyone else... we're expendable.
I assume whatever you need Eamon for is important to you.
If not, then do it for whatever wealth you can find in the castle.
My brother is... or was... a wealthy man.
If you help his family, I am sure he will overlook anything you take in the process.
But I can delay no longer.
Allow me to bid you farewell... and good luck.
Don't you need Eamon's help against Teyrn Loghain or the darkspawn?
If that's not enough, do it for whatever wealth you can find in the castle.
Well, that's something, I suppose.
So you could.
But what would be the point?
Do you really want to endanger my little nephew and especially my brother?
I don't.
Greater evils have been loosed on the world, but I will not argue with you.
You're a good woman.
The Maker smiled on me indeed when He sent you to Redcliffe.
You are a good man.
The Maker smiled on me indeed, when He sent you to Redcliffe.
You are brave as well as beautiful, it seems.
The Maker smiled on me indeed, when He sent you to Redcliffe.
If only this had been...
Redcliffe was lost without your help.
Please, I beg you, don't abandon us now.
Ser Perth and his men can watch for danger at the castle entrance.
If you can open the gates from within, they can move in and help you.
I don't think there's anyone else who can help you.
If you choose not to go, then it's up to me to do what I can.
The village is gone.
There's nobody left to help us.
If you choose not to go, I suppose it's up to me to do what I can.
I wish I knew.
I don't know any more about this "evil force" than Isolde seems to.
I do mind.
I'm here by another's request.
I am <FirstName/>, my business is my own.
No, of course not.
I'm here on a whim.
I suppose it is.
It's also private.
I certainly think so.
Does he not see dwarves?
I'm looking for work, if you must know.
That's between him and me, I should think.
I am a Grey Warden.
I need his assistance.
Does he not see elves?
Of course I'll help.
But you don't even know me!
This isn't my battle.
Very well, I will help.
I have to say no; we can't help you.
First, I have questions.
I've heard enough.
I have something else to ask you.
What happens after tonight?
Why don't you just evacuate the village?
Isn't there a way into the castle to get at the source?
Of course we'll help.
You want my help?
You don't know me.
This isn't our battle.
What evil things are you talking about?
I am a Grey Warden, here to speak to Arl Eamon.
Your nephew?
No, not all of us died.
You may have known my father, Teyrn Cousland.
He's alive.
He travels with me, in fact.
I can't say if Alistair lives or not.
Why?
What has Loghain said about us?
You don't believe Loghain's lies?
I have to tell you something.
I am a Grey Warden.
I had no idea who you were or what you wanted.
I'm telling you now.
What difference does it make?
I didn't know if I could trust you before.
So what happens after this battle is over?
There had better be a reward after all this.
Why are you in the chantry with the villagers?
Should things go amiss?
Do you need more men in here with you?
Won't that look cowardly?
Isn't the timing of this awfully... convenient?
Isn't Arl Eamon an heir to the throne?
Tell me more about yourself.
That's true.
And thus I'd like to know something about you.
Come now, is knowing a little about you too much to ask?
Perhaps we should get back to the matter at hand.
Do you have any family, yourself?
Very lucky.
You don't know a thing about me.
Perhaps you should stick to humans, instead.
I'm a mage.
But not to you.
They can, indeed, if the man is brave enough.
Neither married nor interested.
Ha ha!
It's quite all right.
In fact, you're not bold enough, my lord.
For what?
I am not offended.
My fiancé was slain... by a human.
<act>Lie</act> Yes, in fact.
Are you a skilled warrior?
Why have you stayed?
Why didn't you just leave?
What will you do if Arl Eamon is dead?
Do you know why Arl Eamon is ill?
What exactly are these things that attack the village?
You have some of Arl Eamon's knights here?
No, I don't know anything about it.
I'm not sure.
Perhaps.
Their search for the Urn of Sacred Ashes?
Surely Arl Eamon must be dead by now.
I came to see what had become of you.
Yes.
I still need to find Arl Eamon.
Yes, you're welcome.
I hope we'll be discussing a reward soon, then?
I was happy to help defend the village.
There is still much more to do, Bann Teagan.
Are you sure this is the time for ceremonies?
Keep it.
I don't need any reward for this.
What is special about it?
Thank you, Bann Teagan.
I am honored.
<act>Remain silent.</act>
May their ancestors give them welcome.
Gods above ease their passing.
<act>Leave him alone.</act>
Don't thank me for saving your life, by the way.
I'm sorry.
I had no choice.
The darkspawn are the greater enemy.
So it would be better if I was dead, too?
You're alive.
Why are you complaining?
I found you here alive.
Barely.
Yes, you're in Redcliffe.
Or what's left of it.
<act>Treat his wounds.</act>
Why didn't you mention this before?
I can't let you do this.
It's insane.
Good.
This is the way I'd prefer it.
And that's it?
It's all up to me?
Any reason I should be going in there?
Of course you're expendable.
I could stop you from doing this, you know.
We must end this evil, no matter what.
I understand.
I'll do my best.
I don't believe that.
I will rescue you all; I promise.
What exactly am I supposed to do in there?
If I had my way, I'd be halfway to Denerim by now.
Nothing gets past us.
Well, except you.
Let me know if you need some backup with that smith.
He won't try anything stupid.
Thick with stink, blind with drink.
The best way to fight, I say.
Never thought I'd get to see the boss fight.
Tempted to sit back and watch.
These militia fools are so happy their drunken smith decided to help out.
We don't need his charity.
Never thought I'd survive that.
Don't know why everyone's so excited.
Tomorrow, it's business as usual.
You saved the arl, huh.
Good for you.
Think you're tough with a walking piece of rock?
I...
I thought I saw a traveler coming down the road, though I scarcely believed it.
I...
I thought I saw travelers coming down the road, though I scarcely believed it.
Uhh...
I'm not stopping you or anything, but... have you even heard what's happened here?
Has anyone?
So you... don't know?
Has nobody out there heard?
The arl?
Then... you don't know?
Has nobody out there heard?
Yes, I expect so.
If you're coming into the village, you can't avoid what's happened.
We heard news about the king and all the fighting.
That was before everything started here.
We're under attack.
Monsters come out of the castle every night and attack us until dawn.
Everyone's been fighting... and dying.
We've no army to defend us, no arl and no king to send us help.
So many are dead, and those left are terrified they're next.
Bann Teagan?
Arl Eamon's brother?
He's here?
Yes.
It's not far, if you'll come with me.
I...
I don't rightly know; I'm sorry.
Nobody does.
He could be dead, for all we know.
Nobody's heard from the castle in days.
Oh, I can't believe how relieved I was to hear you're helping us.
Maybe we <emp>do</emp> have a chance tonight.
We're never going to survive this.
I hope you change your mind.
So you're abandoning us.
If you leave, I doubt we'll make it through the night.
Please... we need your help!
So we won the battle?
If this is what war is like, with so many people hurt and dying...
I don't want to think what fighting the darkspawn will be like.
Bann Teagan or Arl Eamon will be calling for volunteers soon, won't they?
They'll need an army to fight in the south, now.
I'll go when they... call me I guess.
I'm going to... get drunk first, though.
If you'll excuse me.
We survived!
I thought we were goners for sure!
What luck you came when you did.
What do darkspawn look like?
Worse than those things we fought?
No, no, no, wait.
I-I don't want to know.
I'm on important business.
I need to see Arl Eamon.
Get out of my way.
I have no time for slack-jawed fools.
What do you mean?
Is there a problem?
Is this something I should care about?
There's a civil war going on, if you haven't noticed.
What are you talking about?
Heard what?
I've heard Arl Eamon is sick, if that's what you mean.
It's not my problem.
I haven't decided yet.
Yes, right away.
Are we going to die?
I'm scared!
I want to go home.
When will this be over?
Is everything all right?
Where did all the bad people go?
I want to go home now.
Can I go home?
Your statue is very scary.
How does it walk?
I walk on my legs.
Oh.
That makes sense, I guess.
I'm not frightened.
Everybody thinks I am, but I'm not!
I don't like being in here when the monsters come.
Everybody gets really scared.
Give me a sword!
I want to help fight!
I'm glad it's all over.
Now we can get back to normal things, right?
Are we leaving now?
Are we going to the castle?
Nobody tells me anything.
Can I ride on your statue?
Begone, urchin, lest I crush your impish little skull.
Oh!
It talks, too!
Neat!
Why has the king not come?
Surely, soldiers could have marched here by now?
Where are they all?
What are they doing?
We should've loaded up the wagons and taken our chances on the road!
What will we do?
Night approaches, and our men are outside ready to die for us.
My husband and son are dead.
What am I supposed to do now?
I feel numb.
It feels so strange the nightmare is over.
Can we truly go home?
Please, be careful with that statue.
They say it killed someone a long time ago!
The Maker will judge us by how we meet our deaths.
We must be brave and sing the Chant of Light with Mother Hannah.
Night will come, and then it will all end.
We must be brave.
To think I'd live to see the arl and king both dead and my own village ready to fall.
I'm too old to fight.
It's frustrating to stand in here and watch the young take up arms.
It does not seem right that we have to face the darkspawn too.
Surely, the Maker will intervene.
It's good you came when you did.
I doubt I'd be standing here otherwise.
So much life lost.
I wonder if the village will ever truly recover.
Surely we can send someone to tell the king what happened here.
Maker bless you for helping us.
Futile though it may be.
Even though they ask you to stay, you should flee while you can.
The king will come, I hope.
It's only a matter of time.
Thank you so much for what you've done here.
We owe you everything.
Greetings, friend.
No monster sightings yet.
There's still time before sundown, though.
Greetings, miss.
No monster sightings yet.
There's still time before sundown, though.
I'm sorry, but I can't talk.
I must keep close watch for monsters.
We're keeping watch should the monsters come again.
I don't think they will, but we've no way to be sure.
The danger to Redcliffe isn't over.
A civil war rages and darkspawn army draws near.
I...
I'm ready to fight again, if need be.
For Ferelden and the arl!
There's not much danger now, thanks to you... though we'll have to face the darkspawn soon, won't we?
Our instructions are to send any returning knights to the castle.
I don't like this any more...
Mother!
Father!
Anyone!
Is anyone here?
Where am I?
Why can't I find you?
This place is so dark!
Please, Father!
I only want to help you!
I don't understand!
It's so cold.
I want to go home!
Father!
Where are you?!
Please forgive me, Father.
I'll stop you!
I will!
Get out of here!
You have to get out!
I'll help him!
You can't stop me!
You!
You're the one making Father sick!
Someone help me!
Maker have mercy!
Am I dead?
Am I dreaming?
I don't understand any of this.
Connor?
Is that you?
Curse this blasted darkness!
Why can I see nothing?
Is anyone out there?
Hello?
Is that you, Connor?
I can hear you!
I'm coming!
So these are our visitors?
The ones you told me about, Mother?
Y-yes, Connor.
And this is the one who was with Uncle Teagan?
The one you met at my village?
And now it's staring at me!
What is it, Mother?
I can't see it well enough.
This... this is just a man, Connor.
Like your father...
Oh, I'm tired of hearing about him!
Besides, he's nothing at all like Father.
Look at him!
Breathing and not dying in the slightest!
I could change that, mind you...
C-Connor, I beg you, don't hurt anyone!
M-Mother?
What... what's happening?
Where am I?
Oh, thank the Maker!
Connor!
Connor, can you hear me?
Get away from me, fool woman!
You are beginning to bore me.
Please, I know how this must look.
Don't hurt my son!
He's not responsible for what he does!
I wish I could say the same.
Wait, no I don't.
Here I am!
Here am I!
Ha-ha!
I like him better this way.
No more yelling; now he amuses me!
No, don't say that!
Connor didn't mean to do this!
It was that mage, the one who poisoned Eamon-- he started all this!
He summoned this demon!
Connor was just trying to help his father!
It was a fair deal!
Father is alive, just as I wanted.
Now it's my turn to sit on the throne and send out armies to conquer the world!
Nobody tells me what to do anymore!
Nobody tells him what to do!
Nobody!
Ha-ha!
Quiet, uncle.
I warned you what would happen if you kept shouting, didn't I?
Yes, I did.
But let's keep things civil.
This man will have the audience he seeks.
Tell us... what have you come here for?
My, my.
How rude!
What shall I do, Mother?
I...
I don't think...
Of course you don't.
Ever since you sent the knights away, you do nothing but deprive me of my fun.
Frankly, it's getting dull.
I crave excitement!
And action!
This man spoiled my sport by saving that stupid village, and now he'll repay me!
I crave excitement!
And action!
This woman spoiled my sport by saving that stupid village, and now she'll repay me!
I crave excitement!
I crave action!
The village wasn't enough, and I'm bored now.
I want more!
To help me?
To help Father?
To help yourself?
Which?
Well, you can't have anything!
The castle, the village... it's all mine!
We don't like thieves and their grubby hands, do we, Mother?
I don't need help.
I can do everything all by myself.
Isn't that right, Mother?
So you're a concerned well-wisher.
Why didn't you say that in the first place?
All this sneaking around and killing is so unnecessary!
But Father is so very ill.
We really shouldn't disturb him.
Isn't that right, Mother?
Uncle?
But Uncle Teagan is right here.
Say hello, Uncle.
Hello, Uncle!
Dear Uncle was very full of himself earlier today.
I think being a jester rather suits him, don't you, Mother?
But let's keep things civil.
This woman will have the audience she seeks.
Tell us, woman... what have you come here for?
And made a deal with the demon to do so?
Foolish child.
I summoned no demon!
Connor must have attracted it accidentally.
So the boy has become an abomination and sundered the Veil?
Ahh, I understand now.
I <emp>thought</emp> the boy tore the Veil, and no doubt he did... after a demon possessed him.
Grey Warden... please don't hurt my son!
He's not responsible for what he does!
Maker's breath!
What has happened here?!
This... this is a woman, Connor.
Just as I am...
You lie!
This woman is nothing at all like you!
Why, just look at her!
Half your age and pretty, too.
I'm surprised you don't order her executed in a fit of jealousy!
This is a dwarf, Connor.
You... you've seen dwarves before.
We've had them here at the castle...
Had them?
For dinner, maybe.
Looks like a tough chew, maybe in a nice stew.
Shall I send it to the kitchen, Mother?
This is an elf, Connor.
You... you've seen elves, before.
We have them here in the castle...
Oh, I remember!
I had their ears cut off and fed to the dogs!
The dogs chewed for hours!
Shall I send it to the kennels, Mother?
And this is the one who defeated my soldiers?
The ones I sent to reclaim my village?
So this is our visitor?
The one you told me about, Mother?
Go away.
She won't like you being here.
She'll just try to hurt you.
I know.
I think the scary lady is afraid of you.
She says you'll ruin everything.
I can't hear her now, but she's never very far.
I tried to stop her but I can't.
She said she'd help Father.
I didn't think she'd hurt everyone, honestly I didn't.
What does that mean?
People always say things I don't understand.
But somebody has to stop her from hurting anyone else!
I don't know how much longer she'll be gone for, but she's always watching.
She won't let you near Father.
She'll just come back again, and then...
Just tell everyone to stay away, especially Mother.
I don't want her to see me like this.
She won't let me go anywhere, anyway.
All right, please hurry...
Will Father be all right?
Mother said they'd send help eventually...
I hope it's soon.
All right...
You should go.
She'll come back soon.
After... after Mother put Jowan in the dungeon, I snuck into his room.
I found his books, the ones he wouldn't let me read.
I wanted to help Father.
I shouldn't have tried, I guess.
But Mother was so sad and I wanted to make her happy.
Then the bad lady started talking to me, in my sleep.
And when I would wake up, I'd have done things I didn't remember.
It's all my fault.
No, she's the one who does that, not me.
Because they would take him away.
She says as long as Father's here, people will keep coming for him.
People like you, I guess.
She wants to... hurt you.
She likes to hurt people and it scares me.
The scary lady went away and everyone was fighting, so I ran to my room.
Then she made me come here.
She wants to be near Father.
Is that why you're here?
Are you going to kill me?
She said you would.
What's going to happen to me?
When I'm dead?
He always sounds so scary.
Will he be angry with me?
I hope not.
That sounds like a grand adventure.
I wonder if I'll go there, too.
I don't think we do that.
Songs say we go to the Maker, I think.
I hope He's nice.
Oh.
I heard the priest's songs about the Maker, but I don't know Him at all.
I wonder if He's nice.
Is it... going to hurt much?
At least nobody will be hurt anymore, and maybe Father can be helped.
That's all I wanted.
Just... just do it, then.
She said that was why you were here.
I want to help Father, too.
She knew I did; that's why she came to me.
She's a bad person.
I heard her in my dreams, and then she was everywhere.
Sometimes she's nice.
She says she just wants to help me.
But then she gets very mean.
Demons are liars.
She won't tell me.
She says names have power.
I'm always me, but sometimes the scary lady takes over.
I feel like I'm sleeping, but I guess I'm not.
The scary lady who speaks to me in my dreams.
She's quiet now, but she's never very far.
She's closer now.
I can hear her whispering to me...
Y-yes, I can hear you.
No!
Don't go near him!
She'll get angry!
She'll get--
Mother says you saved her.
Father, too.
She says you're a great hero.
I...
I guess I have to go to the tower when Father wakes up.
If he wakes up.
I'll become a real mage, won't I?
I tried to help Father.
I remember that much.
Mother was so sad.
How long will Father be sick for?
He looks like he's sleeping.
I'm trying to be strong like Uncle Teagan tells me, but I miss Mother so much.
Do you miss your mother?
I...
I guess I have to go to the Circle of Magi now, to learn to be a proper mage.
I wonder when I'll have to go.
I want my mother.
I miss her so much.
You... you're the one who saved me?
I will.
I'll remember.
A lot of people have died.
I'm glad Mother and Father are still here, though.
I'd be very sad if they weren't.
I hope Father gets better soon.
He will, won't he?
I wish Mother were here.
Nobody will tell me how she died.
They say I'll find out when I'm older.
I remember having a bad dream.
There was a very scary lady, but she went away.
Then...
I guess I owe her thanks.
Father always said to remember to thank people who do nice things for you.
He did?
I didn't know that.
Then... thank you.
Father always said to remember to thank people who do nice things for you.
I have no intention of hurting him.
What did you do with Bann Teagan?
You've been protecting him this entire time?
So <emp>he</emp> is the evil force you spoke of.
Me?
No reason.
I think I'll just leave.
I came to stop you.
I came here to help, if I could.
To help the people you've terrorized.
To help myself, of course.
To help the arl, of course.
I want to help you, of course.
I need to see Arl Eamon.
I was hoping to find Bann Teagan.
I'm not afraid of being hurt.
I'm not here to coddle you.
I... want to stop her but I don't want to hurt you.
There is another way.
There has to be another way!
I'm here for the arl, nothing else.
Well, it's not going to be me.
Just wait here.
I'll be back.
Then I suppose I have no choice.
I'm going to help you, Connor, I promise.
I think it's best to end this.
Connor, I want to ask you something.
How did this happen to you?
Can you control the creatures?
Why won't the demon let anyone approach the arl?
Why did you come up here?
I'm afraid this has to end now.
I... can't do it.
I can't attack a child.
I'm not here to answer stupid questions.
Your Chantry says humans return to the Maker.
Elves say you undertake a great journey into the Beyond.
Dwarves say we return to the stone when we die.
Nobody knows for certain, Connor.
Enough!
Let's be done! <act>Attack.</act>
Probably, yes.
No.
I will make it quick.
Close your eyes, Connor.
I need to help your father.
Do you know what she is, Connor?
She's not a person.
She's a demon.
Does she have a name?
Is this Connor?
The real Connor?
Who are you talking about?
I think it's time to end this.
Connor?
Can you hear me?
I did.
You better remember that.
Do you remember nothing?
Your mother saved you, actually.
Actually, it was Wynne.
Actually, it was Morrigan.
Actually, it was Jowan.
Very well.
No more illusions.
Now we meet face-to-face.
You see my true form and stand in my domain.
I am desire.
Whatever you creatures of the living world want, I seek to provide.
Lust, power, greed... these are my province.
Perhaps there are things <emp>you</emp> wish for.
Let us pause and speak of them.
It costs nothing but a moment of your time.
Good.
I prefer reasonable negotiation, whenever possible.
Your goal is for me to release the boy's soul, is that right?
<desc>Sigh</desc> How close-minded of you.
What if you could persuade me to release the boy voluntarily, without bloodshed?
The boy is useless to me without the father.
I release one, I release both.
What if you could persuade me to leave voluntarily?
No fuss and no bloodshed.
Surely, that means nothing to one such as you.
This is about your desire, not my punishment.
I'll never feel regret for anything I have done.
So you will at least... consider it?
Let me make a proposition, then.
I abandon the boy... for now.
But I retain the contract he and I made, and many years from now I may return and claim what is mine.
This will be long after whatever you want is done.
In exchange, I will provide something of value to you.
Something you desire.
What say you?
Then it is a deal.
You'll have what you desire... and I'll leave as if destroyed.
For now.
I wish you luck, dear creature.
You shall certainly need it.
Then allow me to show you what it means to touch the face of desire, creature.
It is something you shall not soon forget.
I offer much.
Power.
Knowledge.
Pleasure.
What is it you desire?
Done.
Then we have a deal?
Oh?
How delightfully daring of you.
Very well, creature... my carnal delights are yours, provided you agree to my proposal.
We both benefit.
Is that not fair?
Would you suggest something else?
Then what do you say?
Yes or no?
<desc>Laughs</desc> Are you very amusing.
Your body is not truly here, if you'll recall.
Your agreement is enough.
Little amongst my kind is more valuable.
What could you possibly offer me to match it?
At least with my proposal, we both get what we want.
I will not relinquish the boy's soul unless I get something for it.
No deal.
I... see.
Though you are alone in my domain, I do not doubt your power.
I am not one for taking risks.
Have it your way.
I relinquish my hold on the boy if you allow me to leave, unhindered.
I can offer nothing better.
You have your way... and the boy is free.
We are done here.
Before I flee, let me show you what it means to touch the face of desire, creature.
It is something you shall not soon forget.
You will pay for this!
I will not be destroyed without taking my price out of your soul, creature!
No.
I go and I live, that is the deal.
I see.
Name your price, then.
Very well.
You force my hand, but you shall have it.
A bargain struck is a bargain kept.
Such is our way.
I have had my fun in the living world.
If I leave, you could tell anyone you've slain me.
Even the boy himself would believe it.
He will grow and become a mage, mighty and wise.
But when I return, his soul would be mine.
One soul I already possess, I do not need another.
You need not fear me on that account.
I wish only to talk.
I possess the boy's soul.
We could battle for it or we could negotiate like civilized beings.
If you are smart, you could even come out ahead.
Alas, that is sad.
Very well, then.
If you wish a battle, you will have it.
Let us see if your power matches your boldness, creature.
It is here I am most powerful, and yet I have no wish to engage your power.
Nor should you be so eager to engage mine.
What manner of demon are you supposed to be?
I am willing to talk.
I am here only for your demise.
I just need the father.
I care not for the boy.
Yes, that is right.
No.
I will not deal with you.
And what of the death and horror you have wrought?
I want you to pay for your atrocities.
My desire?
What do you think I desire?
So how could I persuade you to leave, then?
And why would you do such a thing?
I would need some coaxing to let you off the hook.
I say no deal.
What would you give me, exactly?
I want nothing from you.
Arcane secrets.
I want to know specialized blood magic.
Keep it simple.
Something to increase my talents.
I'll take pleasure, demon.
Show me what you've got.
You cannot seriously expect me to agree to that.
I suppose not.
What?
You don't want blood?
No.
Our talk here is done.
I will not agree to you keeping the boy's soul.
How about you leave and I do not destroy you?
Then our discussion is over.
Then I agree.
Go now.
Actually, I would rather destroy you.
Then I have no choice but to destroy you.
On the contrary, I believe you can offer more.
No.
There is nothing you can give me that I want.
How do I know you would keep your word?
So you leave and come back when nobody expects it?
What could I possibly have to talk to you about?
There will be no discussion.
<desc>Arl Eamon looks little improved.
Unless someone finds a cure soon, he will likely die a slow and painful death.</desc>
Wh-where am I?
Be calm, Brother.
You have been deathly ill for a very long time.
Do you remember nothing?
Teagan?
What are you doing here?
Where is Isolde?
Much has happened since you fell ill, Brother.
Some of it will not be... easy for you to hear.
Then tell me.
I wish to hear all of it.
I am here, my husband.
And Connor?
Where is my boy?
Where is our son?
He lives, though many others are dead.
There is much to tell you, husband.
He... he is dead.
Connor is dead.
Dead?
Then... it was not a dream?
This is most troubling.
Loghain instigates a civil war even though the darkspawn are on our very doorstep.
Long I have known him.
He is a sensible man; one who never desired power.
I was there when he announced he was taking control of the throne, Eamon.
He is mad with ambition, I tell you.
Mad indeed.
Mad enough to kill Cailan, to attempt to kill myself and destroy my lands.
Whatever happened to him, Loghain must be stopped.
What's more, we can scarce afford to fight this war to its bitter end.
What will you do, then?
Take your few forces and throw yourself at the darkspawn?
To triumph, you will need all of Ferelden behind you.
We have no time to wage a campaign against him.
Someone must surrender if Ferelden is to have any chance at fighting the darkspawn.
I agree.
Loghain will pay for his heinous crimes.
But our armies must be reserved for the darkspawn, not for each other.
No, not at all.
Loghain is responsible for heinous crimes and I intend to see him pay.
But, our armies must be reserved for the darkspawn, not for each other.
I will spread word of Loghain's treachery, both here and against the king.
But it will be but a claim made without proof.
Those claims will give Loghain's allies pause, but we must combine it with a challenge Loghain cannot ignore.
We need someone with a stronger claim to the throne than Loghain's daughter, the queen.
Are you referring to Alistair, Brother?
Are you certain?
I would not propose such a thing if we had an alternative.
But the unthinkable has occurred.
Teagan and I have a claim through marriage, but we would seem opportunists, no better than Loghain.
Alistair's claim is by blood.
And what about me?
Does anyone care what I want?
You have a responsibility, Alistair.
Without you, Loghain wins.
I would have to support him, for the sake of Ferelden.
Is that what you want?
I... but I... no, my lord.
I see only one way to proceed.
I will call for a Landsmeet, a gathering of all of Ferelden's nobility in the city of Denerim.
There, Ferelden can decide who shall rule, one way or another.
Then the business of fighting our true foe can begin.
What say you to that, my friend?
I do not wish to proceed without your blessing.
Very well, I will send out the word.
We should head to Denerim as soon as possible.
I can delay that, however, if you have other plans.
I would prefer not giving Loghain time to consider, but it is up to you.
I do not wish to go to Denerim unless you are with me.
Excellent.
I shall make the arrangements.
Let us be off to Denerim and may the Maker watch over us.
As you wish.
It will take time for the news to spread, and I can use the interim to get my forces organized.
Please tell me when you wish to leave.
Until then, you have the run of Redcliffe.
But before we proceed, I believe there is the matter of the mage... my son's tutor.
He still lives, I understand.
He does.
He is in the dungeon, Brother.
Have him brought here, Teagan.
I wish to see him.
Jowan.
What you have done is not in question.
You tried to assassinate me and set into motion a series of events that nearly destroyed everything I cherish.
What have you to say in your own defense?
Nothing, my lord... other than to say I am sorry.
I expect no mercy for what I have done.
I see.
Grey Warden, have you anything to say on Jowan's behalf?
Then there is nothing more to say.
Jowan, I hereby sentence you to death.
May the Maker show you the mercy we cannot.
Thank you, my lord.
Now back to the matter of the Landsmeet.
Oh?
That is... unexpected.
And what would you have me do?
As the injured party, my ability to see the merciful path is... strained.
That I cannot do.
He is a maleficar and I cannot unleash him on a land already wracked by war and chaos, I am sorry.
True enough, and wisely said.
Jowan, I hereby turn you over to the tower of the Circle of Magi.
May the Maker have mercy on your soul.
You damn him with faint praise, I see.
Well said.
You show more loyalty, perhaps, than he would in your shoes.
But is he attempting to worm his way out of a bad situation, or is he truly repentant for what he has done?
Thus spared my wife from offering herself as sacrifice, as well, I understand.
But has he done all this just to save his own skin?
You still have allies to seek out to help us against the darkspawn.
I can hold off traveling to Denerim until you are ready, but the Landsmeet is our only option.
We could attempt to wage a military campaign against Loghain.
But even if we win... would we have enough left to defeat the darkspawn?
No, but neither would Loghain.
Perhaps Loghain gambles on this attitude.
That everyone will decide facing the darkspawn is more vital than facing him, so that he leads us against the horde.
You have already found allies, but we need those to fight darkspawn.
I truly believe the Landsmeet is our best option.
That depends.
If we cannot gain a consensus in the Landsmeet for Alistair, we cannot afford to oppose Loghain either.
Does that mean Loghain could win?
A man who killed his own king, who has gone mad with power?
Perhaps.
We must see that he does not.
Ferelden must stand united to defeat the darkspawn.
A fractured nation will not defeat the Blight, even given my army and those gathered with your treaties.
I hope that's a joke.
I hope it does not come to that.
If you are suggesting surrender, consider that he has already sought your death.
You think he will spare you, knowing what you know?
Why do you think he had me poisoned?
He wanted me gone without having to confront me directly.
If I call for a Landsmeet, refusing the compromise and attacking Redcliffe will only support our accusations.
I'm sure he'd rather I died from the poison.
Had the demon not interfered, that's exactly what would have happened.
I'm not sure that would help our cause.
We would become the criminals, and our accusations would become excuses.
Furthermore, I'm not even certain where Loghain might be.
Unless we convince some of Loghain's allies to abandon him, that's not likely to happen.
Our army is not large enough.
As a Grey Warden, you may gather allies to you, but we need those forces to face the darkspawn, not to battle against our own.
None of this would be possible without you.
You led Alistair here, you saved my life with the Urn of Sacred Ashes...
It's your lead I follow.
I am a credible enough figure in this nation to call the Landsmeet, but I hold no illusions that I could face Loghain without you.
Surely, you see that.
You don't know?
I, ah... meant to tell you when we were approaching Redcliffe, but...
Alistair is King Maric's illegitimate son.
He is Cailan's half-brother and has a claim to Ferelden's throne.
I imagine Duncan kept Alistair out of the battle for this very reason.
Hey!
I'm right here!
I never thought it would come to this.
When Cailan got married, everyone thought it was best to just... have me step aside.
It was a relief, actually.
I don't want to be king, I never did.
Even when Cailan died I...
I guess I hoped that something else would present itself...
You would not walk away from that meeting unscathed.
The darkspawn slaughtered Cailan's forces, not Loghain's.
He has strength we cannot hope to match.
I could unite those opposing Loghain, yes.
But not all oppose him.
He has some very powerful allies.
When you're ready, we shall leave for Denerim.
Very well.
I shall continue my efforts here.
Be swift... we haven't much time before Loghain finds a way out of this.
<act>Use the ashes from the Urn to heal the arl.</act>
We?
This is in your hands now.
What are you proposing, then?
Loghain must capitulate, then.
Then everything I've done is for nothing?
So you're giving up?
But once everyone learns what he's done...
You intend to put Alistair forward as king?
I say we proceed with your plan.
Let's go to Denerim now.
Give me some time, yet.
No, I have nothing to add.
He seems earnest in his desire to repent.
Do whatever you wish.
I don't really care.
Let him go.
Let the Circle hunt him, if they wish.
Give him to the Circle of Magi.
He deserves no mercy, my lord.
He has co-operated willingly, though he has little choice.
He was once a good man and a friend.
The ritual was his idea, and he didn't deceive us.
He confronted the demon in the Fade and saved Connor's life.
What are my options?
Do you think this Landsmeet idea will work?
What about the darkspawn?
And what if we support Loghain?
What's stopping Loghain from just attacking Redcliffe?
Wouldn't it be easier simply to kill Loghain?
It seems we have little choice.
What if we defeated him in battle?
My blessing?
Why do you need my blessing?
What about Alistair?
What do you mean?
That explains a lot.
How fortuitous he survived Ostagar.
Aren't you Cailan's uncle?
Why not press your own claim?
So Alistair is our alternative?
Are you serious?
What?!
Why didn't you tell me this earlier, Alistair?
Oh?
I was looking forward to meeting him on the battlefield.
But you can unite the nobility against Loghain, can't you?
I'm not ready to go, yet.
You there!
Have you seen my son?
I can...
I can hear him, but I cannot find him.
This blasted fog has me turning in circles!
Of course, I do!
I am... well, the castle is... hmmm.
It's difficult to remember.
Connor calls for me and I run to find him, yet... always he eludes me.
Where is Isolde?
Why am I here?
Then leave me to find my son!
Connor!
Where are you?!
Speak to me, lad!
But...
I must find Connor.
Why is he... in this place?
Why do I feel so strange...
No, I must find my son!
Get... get away from me!
What?
Possessed?
Then... we must help him!
Is that why you're here?
No, it's Connor who needs help!
I must find him!
Something's happened to him!
No!
No, you're... trying to lead me astray!
I do not believe you!
Connor!
Connor, where are you?
You...
I do trust you.
We... must help my son.
But...
I can never find him in this fog.
You must find Connor!
Please, I beg you&
The what?
I... don't understand.
Is Connor here or not?
What?
You've seen him?
Where is he?!
I am indeed the arl of Redcliffe.
Why would you ask me such a thing?
Leave me to find my son!
Something happened to him; I can feel it!
This is all my fault!
Find him!
I shall do whatever I can for you; please, just help my son!
Do you know where you are?
You must come to your senses!
I need your help!
Forget about Connor.
We must find the demon!
When Connor tried helping you, a demon possessed him.
No, that's not why I'm here.
It's your help I need.
I don't care about your son.
I'm here only for the demon's demise.
Yes, I am here to help Connor.
You must trust me.
A demon has trapped you here, Arl Eamon.
This is the Fade.
How can you not find your son?
He's everywhere, here.
Are you truly Arl Eamon, or another demon?
There are many knights to recall.
They could be all over Ferelden by now, and further.
There's a lot of work to do if we're to be ready to fight darkspawn now.
I suppose we'll have to ready ourselves for the approaching darkspawn, won't we?
We owe you a great deal.
The whole kingdom does, whether they know it or not.
It isn't good to say so, but I can't help thinking its best the boy died... considering what he did, and all.
And the boy died, even after all that.
It's magic, that's what it is.
Evil stuff.
I suppose you can't blame the boy, even if he has magic.
His death wouldn't have helped anything, would it?
I hear you saved the arl's son.
That's got to count for something.
It's too bad Lady Isolde died.
She was a decent sort, and the arl was sweet on her.
I didn't think the arl would pull through.
But he has, hasn't he?
That certainly is a miracle!
Now that the arl's awake, he's going to do something about this civil war.
If he can't stop it, nobody can.
The arl's alive!
This is wonderful news!
Thank Andraste for miracles!
Ah!
There you are.
We have brought lyrium and begun preparations for the ritual.
We can start anytime.
Then return when you are ready.
But do not tarry.
Very well.
Who will go into the Fade?
Very well.
I assume you are going into the Fade.
Or did you have someone else in mind?
Then I assume you must get her from your camp.
We will proceed when you return.
Then let us begin forthwith.
What?
Me?
Are you sure?
Loose a blood mage into the Fade to meet a demon?
What if he takes control of it?
Then it must be someone else.
Who will go?
You trust too much and too quickly, but I shall do as you ask.
I'll... do my best.
I promise.
I've never done it.
I wouldn't even know how.
So you claim.
We have no idea how far Jowan's abilities have progressed or that we can even trust him.
Good.
Let us get the ritual underway, then.
It truly depends on the manner of demon.
It sounds like a spirit of greed and desire, one of the more powerful in the hierarchy.
It will likely engage you in dialog and tempt you with an offer.
Avoid it.
Making deals with demons never turns out well.
It only works because the child gave himself to the demon willingly.
If the demon takes over the host forcibly, we must slay the abomination.
We have only enough lyrium for one attempt.
I hope you succeed.
Such a young lad deserves better than execution.
Yes.
We haven't sufficient lyrium at present to send more than one mage into the Fade.
We are ready to proceed when you are.
Let's do this now.
I have to think about it.
Wynne is going.
Morrigan is going.
Jowan is going.
Perhaps you're right.
Not him, then.
I will go.
If he tries anything, we kill him.
This is Jowan's chance to redeem himself.
Can he do that?
Do you have any last-minute advice?
Are you sure this is the only way?
So only one person can go through?
Arl Connor awaits you, my lady.
Arl Connor awaits you, my lord.
Teagan!
Teagan, are you all right?!
I am... better now, I think.
My mind is my own again.
Blessed Andraste!
I would never have forgiven myself had you died, not after I brought you here.
What a fool I am!
Please!
Connor's not responsible for this!
There must be some way we can save him!
He is not always the demon you saw.
Connor is still inside him, and sometimes he breaks through.
Please, I just want to protect him!
Isn't that what started this?
You hired the mage to teach Connor in secret... to protect him.
If they discovered Connor had magic, then they'd take him away!
I thought if he learned just enough to hide it, then...
Connor is my nephew, but... he is also possessed by a demon.
Death would be... merciful.
No!
What... what about the mage?
He could know something of this demon!
If he still lives, we could speak to him!
I would agree.
Anything he told us would be of questionable value at best.
Then we should bring him here immediately.
I...
I do not know how much we can trust him, but we must find out what he knows.
Teagan, could you find him?
I... will try, though if he resists I will not hesitate to kill him.
I'll return shortly.
Can we do nothing else?
I do not know.
We would have to speak to a mage.
Without one, what option do we have but...?
I do not know.
You are a mage; is there no magic that would help Connor?
Then it seems we have no options, after all.
So that is it, then?
You are actually going to... go up there and kill my son?
Please don't!
It isn't his fault!
He just tried to help his father; why must he pay with his life?
Do not make this any harder than it is, Isolde.
He has made his decision.
Who says <emp>he</emp> gets to decide?
I'm Connor's mother!
I'm the arlessa!
Do not make this any harder than it is, Isolde.
She has made her decision.
Who says <emp>she</emp> gets to decide?
I'm Connor's mother!
I'm the arlessa!
This is what must be done!
No-ooo!!
No!
I won't let you do this!
It isn't right!
It isn't right!!
Go, and do this quickly.
We must save Eamon and restore the castle.
I will make Isolde understand.
Filthy murderer!
He is an innocent boy!
If there is a way to stop the demon without killing Connor, we should pursue it!
What... what would it take for you to consider it?
If you can save my son, I would give you anything in return!
Anything!
Then you have our gratitude.
What do you have in mind?
My family is influential and wealthy.
Save Connor and you can name your price.
Now, is there a way to save him or not?
Then you have my promise.
Save Connor and you can name your price.
Now, is there a way to save him or not?
You are... very cruel.
I suppose it is very difficult for a man to imagine what it's like to be a mother.
You are... very cruel, madam.
I thought a woman would have more empathy for a mother.
Neither of which we have.
I... understand.
Can we do nothing else?
There may be another way, though I don't see how we can accomplish it.
We can confront the demon in the Fade, though not easily.
What do you mean?
The demon is within Connor, is it not?
Not truly.
It is complex, but the demon's true form lies in the Fade.
We can use the connection between the demon and Connor to find and battle it.
So you can enter the Fade?
And kill the demon without hurting my boy?
Technically, yes.
Though entering the Fade requires both lyrium as well as a group of mages to perform the ritual.
Possible to, yes.
Able to, perhaps not.
Entering the Fade requires lyrium as well as numerous mages to perform the ritual.
No, it lies in the Fade and controls the boy from there.
We can follow that connection, however, and do battle with its true form.
Killing the child is the quickest course, but to say there is nothing else possible would be a lie.
We can confront the demon in the Fade, though not easily.
Gone?
What do you mean, gone?
Is he dead?
You... released him?
Why would you do such a thing?!
Enough, Isolde.
It cannot be undone.
Your anger will not help matters.
There is... another option, though I... loathe offering it.
A mage could confront the demon in the Fade, without hurting Connor himself.
What do you mean?
Is the demon not within Connor?
Not physically.
The demon approached Connor in the Fade while he dreamt, and controls him from there.
We can use the connection between them to find the demon.
You can enter the Fade, then?
And kill the demon without hurting my boy?
No, but I can enable another mage to do so.
It normally requires lyrium and several mages, but I have... blood magic.
Maybe not, but all I'm saying is that I can do this.
I don't understand.
I know nothing of blood magic.
How is that an option?
If there's a way, I must know it.
Please!
Tell us what you mean, Jowan.
Lyrium provides the power for the ritual.
But I can take that power from someone's life energy.
This ritual requires a lot of it, however.
All of it, in fact.
So... someone must die?
Someone must be sacrificed?
Yes, and then we send another mage into the Fade.
I can't enter because I'm doing the ritual.
Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.
It's... not much of an option...
I...
I understand.
I just...
I disagree.
I think we should do it.
Let it be my blood.
I will be the sacrifice.
What?
Isolde, are you mad?!
Eamon would never allow this!
Either someone kills my son to destroy that thing inside him or I give my life so my son can live.
To me, the answer is clear.
Connor is blameless in this.
He should not have to pay the price.
It... it's up to you, my friend.
You know more about such things than I do, and it's your companion going into the Fade.
The decision is yours.
If a mage numbers amongst your companions, perhaps you could talk to them about this.
Whatever you do, do it quickly.
There is not much time before Connor... does something else.
I hesitate to suggest it, but perhaps we should consult the mage after all.
Thank you.
If this will save my son, then I am not afraid.
Then... who will go into the Fade?
One of your companions?
Then we will wait here until you bring her back.
But do it quickly.
There is not much time before Connor... does something else.
I do not appreciate being the subject of blood magic, but I...
I will do my best.
Pray your sacrifice is not wasted, my lady.
Then let's... let's get this started.
I notice you do not ask me, first.
No matter--I will go, as I am your willing slave.
You have my eternal gratitude.
May the Maker go with you, madam.
I certainly hope not.
That would be rather distracting.
Then... who will go into the Fade?
Will it be you?
You have my eternal gratitude.
May the Maker go with you.
I believed battling the demon in the Fade, in its home, was the only other option.
I wish there was another way.
It requires lyrium and more mages?
We won't find them anywhere outside the Circle of Magi, I suspect.
The tower is about a day's journey across the lake.
You could attempt to get the mages' help.
But what will happen here?
Connor will not remain passive forever!
Still, we must make a decision.
Very well.
I will keep Jowan here as a precaution.
He says he wants to help, so he will keep an eye on Connor with us.
Go to the tower quickly, then.
The longer you are away, the greater the chances of disaster.
That is an excellent point.
One of the treaties is also for the Circle of Magi, after all.
You can find lyrium and more mages at the Circle of Magi--if they would even do it.
We must battle the demon in the Fade or destroy its host.
There is no other option.
Teagan will know the promise I made, and he can convince Eamon to uphold it.
I'm not certain my brother would be very thrilled to learn we sacrificed his wife to blood magic.
You are mistaken.
He will see that we saved his son.
If Connor dies, he is left only with a wife who... who lied to him.
If there is even a chance to save Connor, I am.
You rest your hopes on this young mage?
He poisoned Eamon, and he could take your life power and attack, for all we know!
He would be a fool to try.
No, I am willing to take his word.
I will give my life for the chance to undo what I have done.
I still do not agree.
But... it cannot be my choice.
You're the mage here, not I, my friend.
It's you who would be going into the Fade.
The decision is yours.
Indeed.
Either my son or the sacrifice.
Let it be me, then.
I will give my life for his.
The power has to come from somewhere, and that means either lyrium or... blood.
Then let it be my blood.
I will be the sacrifice.
I agree.
And I offer my own life.
I will be the sacrifice.
Yes, that's right.
The ritual I know... it requires life energy--a lot of it.
All of it, in fact...
Yes, we heard about this already.
The ritual requires things we do not have, such as lyrium.
To generate the power needed, yes.
But I have... blood magic.
I wouldn't normally suggest slaying a child, but... he's an abomination.
I'm not sure there's any choice.
The demon in Connor needs to be destroyed.
Killing Connor is... the easiest way to do that, certainly...
None.
I trusted Loghain.
Why wouldn't I?
How could I have suspected the mage he sent would be a murderer?
And Eamon knew nothing of your plans?
Do you not realize what you've done, Isolde?!
Eamon would only demand we do the right thing!
I was not going to lose my son!
Not to... to magic!
Maker help me, I know!
I should be punished, not Connor!
There must be something we can do!
He left Connor's raising to me.
When I discovered it, I was frightened.
I didn't know what to do.
Magic... runs in my family.
The ones who had it were all terrible, sinful men.
I didn't know what to do when I found out!
And so you brought doom upon us all, and death to your own son!
No, no please!
There must be another way!
There must be something we can do!!
I didn't!
I didn't summon any demon, I told you!
Please, if you'll let me help...
Help?!
You betrayed me!
I brought you here to help my son and in return you poisoned my husband!
This is the mage you spoke of?
Didn't you say he was in the dungeon?
He was.
I assumed the creatures had killed him by now.
He must have been set free.
How dare you!
If this man hadn't poisoned my husband, none of this would have happened!
He should be executed!
Your secrecy made his actions possible, Isolde.
But I...
Useful?
After everything he did, he should be executed!
Without him, none of this would have happened!
I know... what you must think of me, my lady.
I took advantage of your fear.
I am sorry.
I... never knew it would come to this.
Well, I shan't turn away his help.
Not yet.
And if Connor is truly an abomination--
Upstairs, in his room.
I think the demon has been keeping him alive.
So if we destroy the demon, then...?
Then my husband may perish, yes.
I think he ran upstairs, to the family quarters.
Violence... scares him.
I know that sounds strange.
He may have run up to his room, or...
I don't know.
The fighting may have scared Connor into... coming out again, and so he ran.
So you're saying he may be vulnerable?
I... perhaps.
Is there... is there no other way?
I do not know if we can save him.
Demons do not listen to reason.
Clearly, the child is an abomination.
There is only one way to stop it.
I am sorry, my lady, but Connor has become an abomination.
He's no longer your son.
You're lucky to be alive, Jowan, after all you've done.
I didn't summon any demon, Lady Isolde.
But I did poison the arl... and that started all this.
I'm... willing to help, if you'll let me.
My son awaits your decision.
Make it quickly.
I see you have returned.
Connor is upstairs and remains quiet, for the moment.
Have you made a decision?
We received no word from the Circle of Magi, yet.
Connor remains quiet.
For the moment.
As you wish.
I hope that something will come of it... and soon.
He remains upstairs, for the moment.
I have no idea what will happen if someone tries to go up there.
I... see.
What do you wish to do, then?
The mages wait to perform the ritual.
I do hope this is worth the time it has taken to assemble them.
Murderer!
You would murder an innocent boy who has done nothing to you?
Get out of my sight!
So long as it does not involve Connor's death.
Anything but that.
But what can we do?
Stop!
Stop!
Don't hurt him!
Please, have mercy on him!
He's just a boy!
He doesn't deserve this!
There must be another option!
The Circle must know some spell, or... we could bring him to the cathedral in Denerim!
They could exorcise him!
Maker help me, there must be some other way! 'T  ; I'M !!
Thank you.
Thank you.
You won't regret this.
Connor?
Connor, can you hear me?
It's Mother.
M-Mother?
I... it hurts so bad... nnnghhh!
It hurts!
Shhh.
It's all right, darling.
We'll find a way to stop the demon.
Can you stand up?
Fool woman.
If I crushed Father's throat, would you watch?
Would you cry?
You are pathetic.
No, don't.... don't talk like that!
Connor, come back!
Please, don't go!
I'm sorry I called her, mother!
It hurts!
Make it stop!
I...
I will, baby, I will.
I'll... make the pain stop...
Please... leave me alone with him.
You were right.
He can't be helped.
You?
You are a stranger.
This is not your responsibility.
What good could come of such evil?
I... can't watch him be in such pain any longer.
And what if there isn't?
I can't watch him be in such pain any longer.
I know that.
I don't intend to take him anywhere.
I am his mother.
I brought Connor into this world; let me do what must be done.
I beg you.
You brute!
You would take even this away from me?
Nnnngh!
Mother!
It... it hurts...
Do it quickly then, Grey Warden.
May the Maker forgive us all.
How could you take even this away from me?
One day you will have your own child, and then you will understand.
Nnngh!
Mother!
It... it hurts...
Shhhh.
Everything is going to be all right, baby.
Just... close your eyes for Mother...
No, it doesn't have to be this way!
I know what's at stake, but you can't tell me it's worth his life!
We don't know that!
You've defeated the demon's creatures; it might even go away on its own!
Don't ask me to choose between them!
I can't do that...
What... what if he was your son?
Surely, you would move mountains to save him!
You're just like Teagan, standing there grim-faced and telling me my son has to die.
It doesn't have to be like this!
I order you to stop!
You... you're a woman.
What if this was your son?
Tell me you wouldn't move the mountains to save him!
I... no, of course not, but... this is my son's life!
It is gone.
There is... nothing left inside him.
I wonder just how long Eamon will survive, now that the demon cannot sustain him.
Will I lose my whole family, do you think?
Enough.
I wish to mourn my son, now.
Give me that, at least.
I... do not wish to speak of it.
Andraste have mercy on his soul.
You saved my son's life... as well as my own.
I will always be thankful to you for that.
You saved my son's life, as well as my own.
You have more than earned your reward.
This staff belonged to my grandfather.
He was a mage, as well.
Connor no doubt owes his abilities to him.
I don't know if you can use it, but it is by far the most valuable thing I own.
Please accept it with my thanks.
Now I pray you can save my husband.
If my son is to live, I do not wish him to be without a father.
Then...
I will do that, when he is older.
Thank you again.
I... need to be alone.
You did what you came here to do.
I suggest you continue to do so.
My son is dead.
Leave me to my grief.
The castle is restored but my son is forever lost.
You will... forgive me if I do not leap for joy.
Should my son live.
He is not alive, so there is no reward.
If you wish, ask my husband once he heals.
Is there a bright side?
I cannot see it.
I am no company for anyone, not even my dying husband.
No.
Nor shall I ever.
I'm sorry, too.
Much of this was my fault.
I... do not hold you responsible for any of it.
Go in peace, and do what you must.
My husband lives, thanks to you.
I am grateful.
What are our options?
I would advise against that.
He's not trustworthy.
He's down in the dungeon, still alive.
No, you can't.
He's dead.
None that I would care to explore.
Yes, that is what must be done.
Perhaps, but it's far easier to just destroy it.
No, I think not.
No need for that.
I'll try anyhow.
Nothing at all, sorry.
Perhaps we should get Jowan after all.
I'm not certain you have anything I want.
Sorry, but I think destroying the demon is the better way.
I'll hold you to that.
No, not really.
It was fun watching you get hopeful, though.
It might be possible to confront the demon in the Fade.
No, but there is a connection between it and Connor.
Not easily.
To enter the Fade we need lyrium and many mages.
No, you can't.
He's gone.
What does it matter?
He cannot help us.
No, he's not dead.
I released him, and he's gone.
Yes, that's right.
You think I'd allow you to cast a spell, any spell?
Blood magic is forbidden.
It's not an option.
No.
It's not an option at all.
I need some time to consider.
I need to speak to a mage, first.
Connor is an abomination.
It is best to slay him.
Forget the ritual.
We fight the demon here.
We let Jowan cast the ritual.
Wynne will go, but I will have to get her.
Wynne can do it.
Morrigan will go, but I will have to get her.
Morrigan can do it.
Yes, I will go.
There must be another way to enter the Fade.
The Circle tower is not far from here, and they owe me.
Perhaps not, then.
I will go to the Circle of Magi.
That is my decision.
I will take that chance.
The Circle tower is not far from here.
You can't keep your promise if you're dead, my lady.
Are you sure you are ready to die, Lady Isolde?
Someone's going to die, either way.
Is there no other method?
It's something to consider.
Blood magic uses the life force of others as raw mana.
Jowan, what can you add to this discussion?
So you had no idea the man you hired was an assassin?
You've brought this on yourself, woman.
So Arl Eamon didn't know about Connor's abilities?
Would that have been so terrible?
And now you may lose him anyway, and so much more.
He'll get what's coming to him, don't you worry.
He's no more to blame than you are, Lady Isolde.
I thought he'd be useful, seeing as he helped start this.
That's right, and I stand by my decision.
Where is Arl Eamon?
Where is Connor now?
Why did he run?
Or he might be waiting in ambush?
You knew about this all along.
Give me some time.
I will keep trying.
Where is Connor now?
I was just leaving anyway.
I've changed my mind.
Get out of the way before he recovers!
Very well.
We'll use another option.
Very well.
We'll try to find some other way.
You don't need to do this.
I can do it for you.
What about Jowan's blood magic ritual?
Are you sure?
What if there is another way?
Don't try anything foolish.
You can't escape with him.
I don't trust you.
Leave this to me.
No.
I won't let you endanger yourself, Lady Isolde.
Don't try anything.
I'll be right outside.
I'm very sorry, Lady Isolde.
Move aside.
We <emp>must</emp> destroy the demon.
We may not have time for another solution.
What about your husband?
What if Arl Eamon dies?
You're right.
I can't do this.
Please don't make this harder than it is.
All right, I'm stopping.
You win.
This needs to end--now. <act>Knock her out.
Kill Connor.</act>
Do you have another solution?
You would rather the demon keep your family hostage?
This is necessary.
I will not risk using the ritual!
This is necessary.
I will not resort to blood magic!
I already know all that.
There is no other way.
Are you sure?
The demon is gone?
You did what you had to do.
I'm very sorry.
I suppose it will have to do.
Thank you.
I will treasure it.
No, I can't take that.
Give it to Connor.
You mentioned a reward...
You should learn to look on the bright side.
Have you forgotten you are partly responsible for this?
I'm sorry it had to come to that.
Hello?
Who's there?
Is there anyone alive out there?
You've spoken to her?
Then you know what I did.
I see.
Then perhaps some explanation is in order.
I'm not proud of my deed.
Poisoning Arl Eamon was what I was hired to do.
Lady Isolde had no idea when she took me in to tutor her son, of course.
I... yes.
I understand.
I don't know.
I...
I've been down here for quite some time.
It's the truth!
Let me explain.
The arlessa imprisoned me here.
Because I... poisoned the arl.
Y-yes.
No trouble from me, I understand.
There's a tunnel?
Then... why hasn't anyone in the castle used it?
We could all have escaped by now!
Perhaps you're right.
If he's even still alive...
Hmm.
Curious.
None of this makes any sense, not that anyone cares much what I think.
Well, I meant...
I meant before, when all this began.
Hmm.
Perhaps a bit of explanation is in order.
My name is Jowan.
I'm a mage Lady Isolde hired to tutor her son, Connor.
Until they, ahhh, threw me into the dungeon here.
I never meant for it to end like this.
I swear.
Let me help you fix this.
I understand, and...
I accept it.
Do... do what you have to.
Then... what?
What do you want me to do?
You're letting me out?
And what then?
Then... then I'll go.
If you can help anyone here... tell them I never meant for it to end like this.
I'm sorry things ended this way.
I... hope I see you again one day, under better circumstances.
No, I'm not leaving.
I made a mistake and I'm going to find some way to fix it.
I'd... well, I'd try to save anyone still up there.
There must be something I can do.
I'm not surprised.
So what now?
I'm glad you think so.
So what now?
I'd stay and try to help, if I could.
Perhaps I can help deal with whatever's been unleashed here.
Afterwards?
I assume I'll be arrested.
Or executed.
Or... whatever people like me get.
I'm tired of running from the Circle.
I need to account for what I've done.
I'm sorry I lashed out at you earlier.
I wanted to blame someone for what's happened to me, but...
I know you had your reasons.
A part of me knew, right from the beginning, that I'd have to face the consequences one day.
I knew I'd be caught, eventually. 
Everything I've done has just delayed the inevitable.
I'm done with running and hiding.
I need to account for what I've done.
I don't think it will redeem me, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't try.
You probably shouldn't.
I wouldn't.
I'd plead for mercy, but...
I'm not sure I deserve it.
You see, I'm a maleficar: a blood mage.
I dabbled in the forbidden arts, and they condemned me to death for it.
I thought Loghain was giving me a chance to... redeem myself...
But he's abandoned me here, hasn't he?
Everything's fallen apart, and I'm responsible!
I have to make it right somehow, I have to!
Connor had started to show... signs.
Lady Isolde was terrified the Circle of Magi would take him away for training.
She sought an apostate, a mage outside the Circle, to teach her son in secret so he could learn to hide his talent.
Her husband had no idea.
Some.
But he's still very young.
He can barely cast a minor spell--never mind something more powerful.
At least, not intentionally.
I have thought about it, and it's possible Connor could have inadvertently done something to tear open the Veil.
No.
She was adamant that he never find out.
She said that he'd do the right thing, even if it meant losing their son.
And that infuriated her.
Because he would be taken away.
Forever.
A mage cannot inherit a title, even the son of a powerful arl.
She is also a pious woman.
Her son having magic was... humiliating.
I thought that, too.
Connor has little knowledge of magic, but he may have done something to tear open the Veil.
With the Veil to the Fade torn, sprits and demons could infiltrate the castle.
Powerful ones could kill and create those walking corpses.
The arl's a decent man.
I wondered how he could possibly be the threat Loghain said he was, but I did it anyway.
I'm such a fool.
Mistakes like mine?
I've just messed everything up.
My entire life.
I've made such bad decisions.
I'm just sick of running away and hiding from what I've done.
I'm going to try to fix it, any way I can.
We were friends once.
I know I don't deserve to call you that, after what I did... if it ever meant anything, please... help me fix this.
And I betrayed you.
And Lily.
I'm sorry, so sorry!
You broke your word to me back at the tower.
I think you owe me.
Help me fix this.
I'm still the same Jowan you knew.
If... if you're still the same friend I once had, I'm hoping you'll help me do what I know is right.
Don't you?
I trusted you when you said you'd help Lily and I escape.
If you hadn't "helped", maybe we wouldn't even have tried!
Then at least, Lily would be fine...
Please, I'm begging you!
Won't you help me try and do one thing right in my life?
I'm not allowed regrets?
I've made a stupid mistake at the Circle, and now I've made an even greater one.
I'm... not a bad person.
There's no reason for you to believe me, but I'm not.
I have to make up for what I've done.
I have to try.
He only said that Arl Eamon was dangerous to the nation.
Why wouldn't I believe Teyrn Loghain?
Yes, when the templars caught me, they brought me to Denerim to await execution.
Eventually, someone came to see me, alone.
It was the teyrn.
I'd seen paintings of him so I knew.
I thought he'd have me executed right there, but he said I could make up for my crime.
He said I would be helping the country.
But he abandoned me here, didn't he?
Everything's fallen apart.
I never thought it would end like this!
Maker, I've made so many mistakes.
I disappointed so many people...
I wish I could go back and fix it.
I just want to make everything right again.
But I had a hand in it, didn't I?
I poisoned the arl, and that's when all this started.
So many people died here, I can only imagine.
Well... it's a start, maybe.
I don't know if anything I do could ever make it right.
I don't know.
I dabbled because it seemed the only way Lily and I could escape, the only way I could avoid being made tranquil.
I swear, if I knew what would happen, I'd never have started down this path...
I'd never have listened to Loghain.
Why wouldn't I?
I was desperate, and this is Teyrn Loghain we're talking about, for Andraste's sake!
Why wouldn't I believe him?
Oh, thanks.
That makes me feel so much better.
At least let me explain what I was doing here.
Thank you.
Somehow, that makes your betrayal back at the tower so much easier to bear.
Oh, who am I kidding? <desc>Sigh</desc> Let me... try to explain what came next, at least.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Before I say anything else, I need to ask you a question.
You can do whatever you feel you need to afterward, but I need to know...
What became of Lily?
They didn't hurt her, did they?
The thought that she might have paid for my crime...
But she didn't know... about me.
I should have told her.
I should have... oh, please!
Please just tell me if she's all right!
I... suppose I can't blame you for that.
I hope that... wherever she is, she doesn't hate me for what I've done.
Oh my poor Lily.
She must hate me now, if she even lives.
What have I done?
You're right!
I should have!
But please... just tell me if she's all right!
Oh thank... thank the Maker.
For small mercies, at least.
And thank you for telling me.
It's good to know I haven't ruined everything I've touched.
So.
Here we are again, the two of us.
What happens now?
I...
I know it looks suspicious, but I'm not responsible for the creatures and the killings in the castle.
I was already imprisoned when all that began.
At first, Lady Isolde came here with her men demanding that I reverse what I'd done.
I thought she meant my poisoning of the arl.
That's the first I heard about the walking corpses.
She thought I'd summoned a demon to torment her family and destroy Redcliffe.
No!
I know nothing about summoning demons.
I'm not sure.
I think they intended to come back for me.
But the screams, they just got worse and... nobody came.
You don't know?
I thought everyone knew.
I poisoned Arl Eamon.
I'm not proud of it.
The arlessa had no idea what I was hired to do when she took me in to tutor Connor.
Wait... you don't look like the arlessa's guards.
Are you from outside the castle?
Wait... you don't look like one of the arlessa's guards.
Are you from outside the castle?
Hello?
Is there someone out there?
Who is it?
By all that's holy... you!
I can't believe it...
Maker's breath!
How did you get here?
I never thought I'd see you again, of all people.
You didn't, did you?
Of course, you might want to kill me now, considering what I did.
You might change your mind once you hear.
I poisoned the arl.
For all I know, he's dead already.
You don't know?
I'm the one who poisoned Arl Eamon.
For all I know, he's already dead.
You've spoken with her.
Then... you know I... poisoned Arl Eamon.
For all I know, he's already dead.
Please, I know how it seems.
Poisoning the arl was... a terrible thing.
But I'm not behind everything else happening here, I swear!
I... understand why you're angry.
They told you I poisoned Arl Eamon, didn't they?
For all I know, he's already dead.
He's not?
That's a relief, I can't tell you how much.
You don't know?
I thought they told you.
Unless you haven't spoken to them...
And here I thought this couldn't get any worse.
Brilliant!
Go on, have a go at me, if that's what you want.
Gloat away.
Well, thank you.
Thank you so much for enlightening me.
I didn't realize nothing was kicking Jowan in the gut when he's down!
Oh, thank you for your tired old platitudes!
Whatever would I do without your sympathetic words to carry me through the long, cold nights?
Well, it's certainly not from your lack of trying!
Maker!
There you are, a Circle mage, and a Grey Warden too, it seems.
Well look at those spiffy clothes.
Heard you became a Grey Warden.
Isn't that great?
A Circle mage, and now a Grey Warden.
And your old friend Jowan?
Oh, stuck in a cold dungeon, tortured, starving.
Don't mind him; he's doing just fine!
You think that makes it better?
You expect this to be easy, like your whole life has been easy!
Apologize and suddenly we're friends again?
No, not at all.
What reason do I have to feel that way?
It's not like you betrayed me, lost me the love of my life, and got me thrown out of the Circle...
I've been running since I last saw you.
I've slept in ditches, in rotten logs, in the rain...
I've gone hungry for weeks...
I was lost... utterly alone.
You expect me to just forget this happened?
I made a mistake, all right?
I admit it.
I dabbled.
And I've been paying for it ever since, and I'm so tired...
You're back.
Have you found out what's going on, yet?
Oh.
All right.
I'm not going anywhere.
I see.
What now, then?
I've told you the only thing I can think of that might help.
Until you make a decision, I think I should remain here.
I can... keep an eye on the boy, so to speak.
If the demon rears its head, I can warn these people.
Really, it's the least I can do.
Once this is over you... or they... can decide what to do with me.
Then I was right.
Connor somehow attracted a demon.
That makes sense.
What... are you planning on doing?
Will you tell me?
Then what should I do?
I... maybe you're right.
I'll go.
No... no, you seem to have everything handled.
And you said, you don't want me involved, so there's nothing I can do.
I'll stay here for now.
Once this is over, then you... or they... can decide what to do with me.
Ah.
Then I will... stay here, since you have everything in hand.
Once this is over, then you... or they... can decide what to do with me.
I might.
I'll tell you, if you bring me to Lady Isolde and the others.
Well... there might be.
Do you know we can fight the demon in the Fade?
That would destroy it without harming the boy.
Well... there might be.
You're a mage; surely, you know we can fight the demon in the Fade.
Then the boy wouldn't have to die.
You need lyrium, I suppose.
That... might work, if you have enough time.
There are other options, however.
Is it over yet?
Did you want me to do something?
They're keeping me here until the arl revives--if he revives.
I suppose that's better than nothing.
So they tell me... this is it.
You're my executioner.
Is that right?
I agree.
Things have just gone so wrong, and I can't take any of it back.
Can I make a final request?
Then do it.
If you're going to kill me, do it now.
I've been waiting for this.
There is a girl, Lily... she was a Chantry initiate.
I don't know what became of her after I fled the Circle.
You'll probably never meet her...
I know you'll most likely never see Lily again...
...but if the Maker sees fit to let your paths cross, tell her I'm sorry.
And that I loved her till the end.
Oh.
Then I guess I stay in prison until the arl wakes up.
If he wakes up.
That's what they said would happen if you didn't execute me.
What stays your hand?
You're probably just delaying the inevitable, you know.
I know.
Don't think I've forgotten.
That makes sense, though my fate will probably be the same.
I'll just die by a templar's sword, instead.
I guess I'll just have to be patient.
I suppose it'd be good to speak to the arl--I never did really talk to him before I... well, you know.
More than I can express.
I don't think I can ever make up for the anguish I've caused so many people.
I suppose it is time to end this.
I am, too... friend.
It seems... fitting... that the person putting me to rest should be the person I trusted most.
Why did I turn to it in the first place?
Hah.
You'll laugh at me.
It's because... because of you, really.
I have to admit, I've always been a little jealous of your ability.
I knew I'd never be as great a mage as you are.
In a moment of weakness...
I thought blood magic would give me more power... more control.
Isn't that stupid?
I knew it was wrong the minute I started.
I swore never to use it again.
And then Lily came along...
She loved me for who I am, flaws and all.
For a short time, I was happy with who I was.
And blood magic was behind me.
And... then we heard about the Rite of Tranquility.
The rest, as they say, is history.
It's no one's fault but mine, I suppose.
No one forced my hand.
I'm... grateful you stuck with me through everything, and I'm sorry if I've let you down.
I want you to know...
I forgive you for going to Irving.
At least one of us stayed on the right path.
Are you the mage Lady Isolde mentioned?
No, I didn't ask.
She said you poisoned the arl.
<act>Lie</act> Yes.
I do.
Where is everyone else?
How did you get down here?
Why would she do that?
You're the mage she mentioned?
I don't want any trouble from you, do you understand me?
Yes, I came in through a secret tunnel.
They didn't want to abandon the arl, perhaps.
I wondered that myself, actually.
You aren't going anywhere.
Possibly.
Who are you supposed to be?
I see.
I think I understand.
I can't leave you here alive.
No, forget it.
Just stay here.
I can't kill you.
I hereby execute you for your crimes. <act>Kill him.</act>
I think you'll stay in your cell for now.
I'm letting you out of your cell.
Don't try anything.
Run.
I don't want to see you again.
Ever.
I don't care.
You're on your own.
So how will you make things right?
That's commendable, if it's true.
So if I were to just let you go...?
And after that, what happens?
Isn't it a little late for that?
Why did you poison Arl Eamon?
Why did the arlessa hire you to tutor her son?
But why did the arlessa need a mage to tutor her son?
How much magic did you teach Connor?
Arl Eamon had no idea of his son's abilities?
Why would Isolde be frightened of her son becoming a mage?
Perhaps her son is responsible for what happened.
I helped you once in the name of friendship.
I don't know...
Why should I believe anything you say now?
I don't owe you anything!
Why are you so eager to make things right?
Why is Arl Eamon a threat, exactly?
So Teyrn Loghain himself hired you?
I thought you said you didn't start this?
That's good to hear you say.
So the teyrn hired you to poison Arl Eamon.
You're a blood mage, Jowan.
How can you make things right?
Why did you listen to Teyrn Loghain, of all people?
But this doesn't explain everything that's happened.
I almost feel sorry for you.
You were always a fool, Jowan.
Lily knew what she was doing.
You don't deserve to know what happened to her.
The Chantry sent her away.
I don't know where.
You should have known better, Jowan.
<act>Lie</act> She's fine, Jowan.
Don't worry about her.
I don't know.
I'm trying to get to the bottom of all this.
So did you summon this demon?
Why didn't they just kill you?
What's going on in the castle?
I just want to know how you ended up here, involved in this.
Are you responsible for what's happened here?
Why?
What have you done?
Tell me why I shouldn't kill you now.
What?
And you admit to it?
I already know that.
What about all the walking corpses?
I wondered when we'd meet again.
Took the words right out of my mouth.
Jowan?
Good.
Finally, I get a chance to kill you.
I never expected to see you again.
And you would deserve it.
I'm not going to kill you, Jowan.
Jowan, what did you do?
So you're the mage Lady Isolde mentioned.
You mean poisoning the arl?
Jowan... what have they done to you?
He's not dead--at least not yet.
Just one more crime you've committed, then.
You poisoned the arl?
Yes, I know about that.
Not everything's about you, Jowan.
I'm not here to gloat.
Seeing you like this pains me.
I thought you'd be dead by now.
You're not still mad at me, are you?
I sense some bitterness.
I wish I could make it up to you.
You should be happy you're still alive.
You're a blood mage, Jowan.
You brought it on yourself.
None of your business.
Stay here for now.
I'm sorry, blood mage; it's time to end this.
Not yet, no.
The arl's son is an abomination.
No, I don't want you involved.
You will pay; it's time to end this.
Leave now, before it's too late.
I don't care.
I need to talk to the Circle about entering the Fade.
I'd prefer not to kill Connor.
Do you have an option?
Very well, let's go.
The abomination must be destroyed.
There is no option.
I'm not interested in anything you have to say.
You have an alternative?
We can't enter the Fade without the proper ritual.
I... can't do this.
Not to you.
Even after everything.
You're too dangerous to let live.
You deserve whatever you get.
No, I've changed my mind.
Forget it.
Shut up and count your blessings.
I need some time to think about it.
We were friends, once.
You should go to the Circle of Magi.
I'll let the arl decide your fate.
Do you honestly regret what you've done?
I'm sorry it had to come to this. <act>Kill him.</act>
Save it.
Don't make it harder than it is.
I'm sorry it turned out this way.
Jowan, why blood magic, of all things?
I could've helped you with your magic, if only you'd asked.
All this because you were jealous?
Yes, pretty stupid.
You brought this on yourself.
You get no sympathy from me.
It is time, Jowan.
I'm sorry if I ever made you feel inadequate.
Ahhh!
Please don't hurt me!
I'm sorry!
I'm sorry!
Don't hit me!
I...
I'm sorry; I'm so frightened!
These monsters are everywhere!
My... my name's Valena, the arlessa's maid.
Is she... all right?
What happened to everyone?
Then... should I stay here?
Should I run away?
What should I do?
B-but the monsters...
I'll find my way.
I can run fast and I know the castle.
Thank you!
I don't know where everyone else is.
The arlessa was in the hall, with Connor, but I haven't been there in a long time.
I don't know what happened.
There was some talk the arl was poisoned--that he wasn't just sick.
They arrested someone for it, but then everything went mad.
People started killing each other, and then their bodies would get up and walk!
They didn't attack us right away unless you tried running.
I...
I waited until everyone else was gone.
I couldn't stand it any more!
How?
There are more monsters out there!
You know my father?
I want to go back to the village!
Is there a way out of here?
Be silent!
You are safe.
Stupid girl.
Get out of my way!
Calm down.
I'm not going to hurt you.
I have no time to chat.
There is a tunnel leading out in the dungeon.
The castle gates are open.
Go out there.
Then you should stay here.
This is your only chance.
Flee, or die.
I've killed most of them.
It's safe.
I've only seen these creatures so far, myself.
I was hoping to ask you the same question.
You need to get out of the castle.
Are you Owen's daughter?
Perhaps you should stay here for now?
Valena?
The smith's daughter?
Deepstalker Matriarch
Allison
Barlin
So my time grows short, day turns to night... unless thou canst set injustice right.
There are many just as I, but mad they are I shall not lie.
My nature is a simple guise; I cannot make it otherwise.
You're much more than just a tree.
Are there others like you?
It'll make you dead if you keep up the puns.
It's annoying.
I wish you'd stop.
As thou dost wish, so shall it be, even though I know no were art thee.
It is true, thou seest it clear.
There are beasts and thieves a-plenty here.
You don't need to know what I am.
This forest is full of dangers; that's why.
But we have lost much, and it is easy to forget simple niceties at such a time.
<emp>Follow Branka's trail through the Dead Trenches</emp>
You found Branka's journal, and it seems she was headed into the Dead Trenches.
You must follow her.
The journal contained a map that shows you the way to the Dead Trenches, through Caridin's Cross.
Ruck
Branka's Journal
Who knows what the future holds?
Here our paths diverge.
You may never find us again.
We do not know.
But we could not watch you suffer.
The Grey Warden offers you a way to survive.
Teagan!
Thank the Maker you yet live!
Isolde!
You're alive!
How did you...?
What has happened!
I do not have much time to explain!
I slipped away from the castle as soon as I saw the battle was over, and I must return quickly.
And I... need you to return with me, Teagan.
Alone.
What?
I... who is this woman, Teagan?
What?
I... who is this man, Teagan?
<desc>Sigh</desc> You remember me, Lady Isolde, don't you?
Alistair?
Of all the... why are <emp>you</emp> here?
They are Grey Wardens, Isolde.
I owe them my life.
Were it not for his help, Isolde, I would not be here.
I owe him my life.
Were it not for her help, Isolde, I would not be here.
I owe her my life.
Pardon me, I...
I would exchange pleasantries, but... considering the circumstances...
Please, Lady Isolde... we had no idea anyone was even alive within the castle.
We must have some answers!
Please, Isolde... we had no idea anyone was even alive within the castle.
We must have some answers!
I know you need more of an explanation, but I... don't know what is safe to tell.
Teagan, there is a terrible evil within the castle.
The dead waken and hunt the living.
The mage responsible was caught, but still it continues.
And I think...
Connor is going mad.
We have survived but he won't flee the castle.
He has seen so much death!
You must help him, Teagan!
You are his uncle.
You could reason with him.
I do not know what else to do!
He is.
He is being kept alive so far, thank the Maker.
Kept alive?
Kept alive by what?
Something the mage unleashed.
So far it allows Eamon, Connor, and myself to live.
The others... were not so fortunate.
It's killed so many, and turned their bodies into walking nightmares!
Once it was done with the castle, it struck the village!
It wants us to live, but I do not know why.
It allowed me to come for you, Teagan, because I begged, because I said Connor needed help.
The king is dead, and we need my brother now more than ever.
I will return to the castle with you, Isolde.
Oh, thank the Maker!
Bless you, Teagan!
Bless you!
I'm not certain, to be honest.
I cannot let Isolde return alone.
Perhaps I can help Connor or Eamon.
Perhaps this is really a trap, but this is my family.
I must try.
I have no illusions of dealing with this evil alone.
You, on the other hand, have proven quite formidable.
Isolde, can you excuse us for a moment?
We must confer in private before I return to the castle with you.
Please do not take too long!
I will be by the bridge.
I...
I do not know.
Oh, Maker's mercy!
Could it truly be a demon?
I can't let it hurt my Connor!
You must come back with me, Teagan!
Please!
He is an... infiltrator, I think--one of the castle staff.
We discovered he was poisoning my husband.
That is why Eamon fell ill.
Eamon was poisoned?!
He claims an agent of Teyrn Loghain's hired him.
He may be lying, however, I cannot say.
I...
I beg your pardon!
That's a rather impertinent accusation!
No!
I did not mean... that is to say, I... please, stop this!
An evil I cannot fathom holds my son and husband hostage!
I came for help!
What more do you want from me?
Teagan, I do not have much time!
What if it thinks I am betraying it?!
It could kill Connor!
Please come back with me... must I beg?
But...
I do not understand what you mean by this "evil".
Did it create the walking corpses?
What is it?
N-no, it is I who should apologize.
You are right to be suspicious... but I do not know what else to do!
For Connor's sake, I promised I would return quickly and only with Teagan.
Promised?
Whom did you promise?
Teagan, I know you could order your men to follow me when I return to the castle.
I beg you not to, for Connor's sake!
Careful, this could be an ambush.
We will need more of an explanation than that.
Why don't we all go to the castle?
You don't seem very concerned about what's happened here.
What about Arl Eamon?
Is he still alive?
Enough questions.
We need to decide what to do.
This is a mistake.
You're going to get yourself killed.
It seems you have little choice.
Do you think this "evil" could be some kind of demon?
Tell me about this mage you mentioned.
Why do I get the feeling you aren't telling us everything?
Impertinent for an elf, you mean?
Impertinent for a dwarf, you mean?
Not if it's true.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it.
So why must Teagan go alone?
Then we must decide quickly what to do.
You have restored Eamon.
I am most grateful.
It's up to him what happens next.
If anyone can force an end to the civil war, he can.
You return.
Might you have news?
We've tried more magical healing, but nothing works.
As time passes, I become more and more convinced the Urn might be our only hope.
Unchanged, I'm afraid.
What about him?
You said you wanted to execute him.
Have you not yet done so?
I see.
Very well, though this simply delays matters until my brother can decide his fate.
Just that you wish him to remain imprisoned?
Oh.
I think I might have figured that out eventually once he remained alive, no?
Ha!
Very well, it shall be as you wish.
What of him?
He awaits my brother's decision on his fate.
No.
I cannot do that.
He almost killed my brother.
If Eamon wishes to pardon the mage, he will <emp>when</emp> he awakes.
I'm not sure what I can provide you with.
Our numbers are small.
And Loghain <emp>could</emp> make a move against the castle at any time.
The best we can offer you is access to the armory.
Speak to the quartermaster if you have need of equipment.
Yes, but they are returning slowly.
No doubt the war's progress... as well as the darkspawn's... hinders many of them.
You have?
Wonderful!
Let us go at once to Eamon's side and see if the Urn's healing powers live up to their reputation!
Then I must resume my duties.
The civil war continues, and Loghain is no doubt angered Redcliffe has not been disabled.
Good luck, my friend.
I hope this continues to go well, for all our sakes.
Good luck, my lady.
You are a great and noble woman.
I hope it continues to go well, for all our sakes.
So it is over.
Connor is his old self.
He does not seem to remember anything, which is a blessing.
I suppose we will need to send him to the Circle of Magi's tower for... training, once the war is over.
It's so odd to think of the boy as a mage, of all things.
But our task is not done yet.
Whatever the demon did to my brother, it seems to have spared his life... but he remains comatose.
We cannot wake him.
The Urn!
The Urn of Sacred Ashes will save Eamon!
A reward to save Connor, and he is dead.
You can discuss this further with my brother once we recover the Urn.
And she is dead.
If you wish to press for a dead woman to keep her word, then revive her husband.
For that, we need the Urn.
That is true.
I did.
Come speak to me once this is over and you shall have your reward.
Very well.
Let us concern ourselves with the Urn, then.
It has been tried and we will continue trying...
Perhaps the demon's absence will make a difference.
However, the relic is another option.
That is a possibility, but there is a reason it's still an option.
I am not simply grasping at straws.
If your business leads you elsewhere, I cannot hold you here, but I hope you want to restore Eamon as much as I.
Eamon funded the research of a Denerim scholar--a Brother Genitivi.
He has been trying to decipher the inscriptions on Andraste's Birth Rock.
My husband funded the research of a scholar in Denerim--a Brother Genitivi.
He has been studying the inscriptions on Andraste's Birth Rock.
When Eamon fell ill, Isolde sent her knights to Genitivi, in the hopes that he had finally discovered the location of Andraste's final resting place.
When Eamon fell ill, I sent the knights to speak to Genitivi.
I hoped that he had finally discovered the location of the Urn of Sacred Ashes itself.
They were unable to find him.
In desperation, Isolde sent others in search of the brother or some clue of the Urn's location.
They were unable to locate Genitivi.
In desperation, I sent more knights in search of the brother or some clue of the Urn's location.
I have nothing to give you... except, if we are fortunate, my brother and the armies he can muster.
But for that, we need the Urn.
If you wish more, speak with him once he is revived.
No one else can.
Even if I wished to do it myself, I cannot abandon Redcliffe to its own devices.
Perhaps you could seek out the brother's home in Denerim and see if any clues remain on his whereabouts.
It is the only place to begin the search, I think.
I must go to the hall and begin rebuilding.
I wish you luck, and may the Maker go with you.
Eamon is well-respected and powerful.
He can pull Ferelden together.
If you wish to fight the darkspawn, you will need him.
Ah, you're a Grey Warden.
It makes sense you'd seek Eamon's help with the civil war.
You need both his army and his presence.
I must organize Eamon's knights as they return, draft new soldiers, and prepare the army to fight.
I shall hand Redcliffe back to Eamon when he awakens, and in a state where it can be of some use in the coming war.
Truly, what other choice do I have?
You... found the Urn?
Did you bring it with you?
But... how can this be?
How... where did you find it?!
Wait, do not answer that.
I can ask you later.
What is important is that we see if the relic's healing powers live up to its reputation.
Would you question a miracle, Teagan?
What's important is that it is here!
You... are right, of course.
I can ask later.
For now, let us see if the relic's healing powers live up to its reputation.
As odd as it may seem, the quest Isolde sent the knights on may be our only hope.
We must find the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
Isolde sent most of Eamon's knights in search of the ashes of Andraste, which legend claims were hidden in Ferelden by Her followers.
The Ashes are said to have the power to heal almost any malady.
They could almost certainly heal Eamon.
Should Eamon recover, I am not sure how I will tell him of all this.
Isolde is dead, yet her sacrifice saved their son.
My son, your nephew, is dead.
Do not forget that in your great relief, Teagan.
How could I, my lady?
Eamon has much to mourn, if he recuperates.
Eamon has much to mourn and rebuild, should he recover.
But at least he can be thankful that both his son and wife are safe.
I owe you my deepest thanks.
I had nearly...
I can scarcely believe Connor is the boy he once was.
There is still the matter of Jowan.
You trusted him and he saved Connor's life.
I am unsure of what to make of that.
There is still the matter of Jowan.
He performed the ritual, and did not deceive us.
In a way, he saved Connor's life even though he killed Isolde.
I am unsure what to make of this.
There is still the matter of Jowan.
His poisoning Eamon began this whole mess, yet he lives.
I must decide what becomes of him.
We will hold him for Eamon to decide his fate.
If he doesn't recover, Jowan's fate is sealed.
What do you think?
You are a mage, and you know his faults better than anyone.
I would trust your judgment.
It was your decision to use his ritual.
You had some reason to trust him.
I thought you'd have an opinion on his fate.
You spoke with him, have you not?
You know what he has done better than I do, even.
I would not trust him.
But I would not presume to tell my brother what to do.
I would agree with that statement.
Heartily.
Executed?
Are you certain?
I see.
Very well, if you wish to be his executioner, I cannot deny you that request.
You will find him in the dungeon, as before.
I leave the time and manner of his death up to you.
I doubt very much Eamon would argue.
Then I will not wait for Eamon's opinion.
I doubt it would be very much different.
Thank you for your help in this.
Released?
Are you mad?
Why would you do such a thing?!
I agree with Isolde: He is a maleficar.
We cannot simply unleash him on the land and ignore his crimes.
Released?
This mage is a maleficar.
Even if I ignore his crimes, I cannot simply unleash him on the land.
Perhaps you are correct, but that is Eamon's decision, not mine.
I am sorry; Jowan stays in the dungeon for now.
What do you mean?
He is responsible for many of the problems here and is a maleficar as well.
Very well.
I shall have the mage imprisoned again, for now.
Connor is dead and the demon gone with him.
With its creatures vanquished, the castle is back under our control.
I thought I'd never see my brother again.
Maker forgive us.
Connor is but a young boy, and this is happening to him only because he wished to help his father.
The mages are waiting to start the ritual.
There has been no sight of the mages, yet.
If you intend to continue with this plan, I suggest you get on with it...
The castle is under control for the moment, though I hear pockets of those creatures remain.
For now, my main concern is ensuring that Eamon lives and Connor remains... where he is.
I am not certain what keeps him there, but he will not stay there for long.
Just do what you intend to do quickly.
I will bring the castle under control.
Speak to Isolde once you've made a decision... she will go mad, otherwise.
What is Arl Eamon's condition?
I would like to talk about Jowan.
I changed my mind.
That's all I had to say.
I would like him released.
What if Arl Eamon doesn't revive?
I could use some assistance, actually.
Are you calling Eamon's knights back?
Nothing yet, no.
Wait.
Lady Isolde promised me a reward...
Isn't there some other way to heal him?
What about magic?
The Urn is a legend.
It might never be found.
And I suppose you want me to help search for it?
And what do I get for seeking out this Urn?
I will see if I can find this relic.
I have the darkspawn to contend with.
What will you be doing in the meantime?
I have already found the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
Why do you want my opinion?
Would you find him useful?
He should be executed.
In fact, I'd prefer to do it myself.
He should suffer the consequences of his deeds.
He is too dangerous to be allowed to live.
Why not?
He's proven he can be trusted.
Why not?
This isn't your problem.
I don't think it's your decision to make.
Exactly.
He is the Circle of Magi's responsibility.
This should be a matter for the king.
Do whatever you want with him.
This is who I told you about, Kaitlyn!
They're going to save the village!
Ahh!
Don't hurt me!
Ummm... hello again.
I found my sister.
I had no idea that my father, the village, everyone was gone.
I thought it was only in the castle.
So many people died here... including my father.
I thought it was only happening in the castle.
I'm glad I'm alive, but I suppose there's... no point staying here any longer, is there?
I have an aunt in Killarney I can stay with, I hope.
Thank you ever so much for saving my life!
I'll never forget you!
Thank you, my lady.
I'd never have been able to return to my father if it wasn't for you.
Thank you, kind ser.
I'd never have been able to return to my father if it wasn't for you.
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Why would searching for the Urn lead him into danger?
Brother Genitivi devoted his life to finding Andraste's remains.
I wonder if he should have left well enough alone.
I'm afraid he is not here.
Who is this Brother Genitivi you mentioned?
I would like to speak to Brother Genitivi.
Are your traditions very different from ours?
Our ways are not the ways of the lowland cities.
I do not know who Brother Genitivi is, or what he says.
However, I am sure people can convince themselves of anything.
Brother Genitivi's research suggests that it may be more.
And you don't know if Brother Genitivi has come here?
So this is Haven?
I had some questions about Haven.
Ask and be on your way.
Then perhaps you should return to the lowlands.
How long has Haven been here?
Who is in charge of the village?
Why haven't I heard of Haven before?
I don't need to know anything else about Haven.
Haven has always been here.
My family knows no other home.
Father Eirik is our spiritual leader and guide.
He is in the chantry, giving a sermon.
You should not disturb him.
We keep to ourselves.
We see no need to announce our presence to the world.
It is more peaceful that way.
No more.
You will tell me now, intruder, why you have done all this.
Why have you come here?
Could you be more specific?
Why do you suddenly want to cooperate with me?
I don't need to make up for anything.
I'm not doing anything for you.
It may be because I believe in second chances.
All of us stumble through the darkness before being found and shown the light.
Would an apology bring back the dead, or clean the blood from these walls?
What could you do to...
Will you accept an apology then?
Perhaps through Andraste's mercy, Her greatest enemy will become her greatest champion.
All right, maybe we could come to some sort of agreement.
Ah, and now we see again the arrogance which so plagues humanity.
It is this arrogance that killed the mortal Andraste.
If you will not repent, then you will die.
Or perhaps you're just delusional.
You have been to the Urn, but Andraste has not been freed.
What manner of treachery is this?
I couldn't do it.
Lies!
You have betrayed us, betrayed our Lady!
And now you will die.
Behold, the fiery vengeance of Andraste Herself!
I should never have trusted you with this task!
But I did free Andraste, can't you tell?
I owe you no explanation.
Elder Miriam
The arl was poisoned under Loghain's orders.
Don't worry.
We're going to save Eamon.
The arl is a noble soul.
But the Ashes... the Ashes will surely cure him.
Politics.
Never did anyone any good.
Cure Arl Eamon?
Is the arl sick?
What happened?
Loghain?
Why?
Oh, I have been so occupied with the Urn...
I've missed so much.
No... he was always the picture of health!
He was poisoned on Loghain's orders.
The arl is dying.
It doesn't matter.
What matters is that we save him.
There are many stories of pilgrims being healed, the blind seeing, and the lame dancing in joy.
Perhaps it is Andraste that does this.
Perhaps it is belief itself: by believing the Ashes are magical, you make them so.
So run along and get that medallion then.
"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him."
Thus spoke the prophet Andraste as she cast down the Tevinter Imperium, ruled by mages who had brought the world to the edge of ruin.
Your magic is a gift, but it's also a curse, for demons of the dream realm--the Fade--are drawn to you, and seek to use you as a gateway into this world.
All right.
Are you ready to go then?
Could you answer some questions for me first?
This has been my life's work!
To have come this far only to have to turn back...
I couldn't bear it!
I said no, and I meant it.
Oh, all right.
Try not to get in the way.
I suppose I can't deny you this.
Don't try my patience, old man.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Well, it wasn't exactly what I expected it to be.
Haven.
It's a little odd, isn't it?
Do you know about the knights who were sent to look for you?
How did you find out about Haven?
Yes, of course.
How could I forget?
Eirik said they were ambushed, some killed, a few brought back to Haven to be questioned.
He was so self-righteous about it, so smug.
He seemed pleased that he had tortured and murdered these men.
I see.
She must have been desperate.
She couldn't have known she was sending them to their deaths.
There's nothing I can do but pray those men have found peace.
Good.
Eirik and his fellows were a blemish in the Maker's sight.
If the Maker would even deign to look upon this world, that is...
Isolde sent the knights to find you when the arl fell ill.
I'm so sorry.
Eirik's not going to be bothering anyone else for a while.
How despicable.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Let's just talk about something else now, shall we?
I can't think of anything else to talk about.
This is why the Harrowing exists.
The ritual sends you into the Fade, and there you will face a demon, armed with only your will.
Know this, apprentice: if you fail, we templars will perform our duty.
You will die.
Is losing all your magic an option?
No, I have faith that you will succeed.
Is there any other option?
What happens if I cannot defeat the demon?
Pure luck.
I wasn't even looking for any village.
I had always assumed that the temple that housed the Urn would be lost to time and abandoned.
It took years of study to narrow down its location to this range of mountains.
Then, completely by accident, I came across an unrelated document that mentioned a village called Haven.
It was a hundred year-old log of the Denerim chantry's business transactions.
What sort of document?
What do you mean by accident?
So if it was unrelated why did you set off to find it?
In it was an account of a dwarven trader who had failed to transport goods, from Orzammar, that had already been paid for.
There was a blizzard, and his caravan was turned off the path.
They eventually came across a small human village that was not on any map.
The trader tried to gain entry to take shelter from the storm.
Unfortunately, they were turned away and had to take refuge in a cave.
When he woke up that next morning, everyone, and everything, was gone.
He managed to find the road again and made it to Denerim, but he never saw the caravan again.
Why would that mention Haven?
I don't think I want to hear this story.
I had asked Weylon to fetch several books from the Denerim chantry.
Among them was one I didn't ask for: a hundred-year-old log of Chantry business transactions.
What does that have to do with the Urn?
It will turn you into an abomination and the templars will be forced to slay you.
It became clear, from the dwarf's story, that this village would be near the temple.
And it occurred to me that they might know something about the Urn, and I decided to find the village myself.
And that's how this trouble started.
Not too much.
It was never stated.
Did the villagers do something to his caravan?
Yes, and probably even longer.
I was looking for answers.
I thought the villagers would know something about the Urn.
I was right, they do.
They're just not willing to share it with outsiders.
When I mentioned the Urn, Eirik assured me he would take me to the temple in the morning.
He said a room had been prepared for me.
I didn't realize it would be... this charming place.
So Haven has been here for at least a hundred years.
There are very few keys like this left in the world, but I have seen some.
Now let's see if we can open this door.
There should be a place to insert this.
You may not remember, but blood was taken from you when you first came to us.
This blood is preserved within a phylactery.
So they can be hunted if they turn apostate.
We have few choices.
The gift of magic is looked upon with suspicion and fear.
We must prove we are strong enough to handle our power responsibly.
You have done this.
I present you with your robes, your staff, and a ring bearing the Circle's insignia.
Wear them proudly, for you have earned them.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Impetuousness is ever the province of youth, I see.
Now, child, it's not that bad.
I'm sorry--what is this phylactery?
Blood is taken from all apprentices when they first come to the tower and is preserved in special vials.
We've all been through it, child.
My phylactery?
My leash, you mean.
That's it?
After throwing me to the wolves?
Yes, but the Circle also forces Tranquility on those they feel are weak.
I am glad to see you are safe.
Are there many of them?
I... think so.
I haven't seen sign of anyone.
You must be keeping them busy.
You may be right.
I got the chance to look at this hall, and that will satisfy me for now.
I see.
That's reassuring.
If I hear anything strange I'll be sure to hide.
There are people in there making things difficult.
Yes.
Will you be all right here?
I think you should return to Denerim, just in case.
Nothing I can't handle.
I need to discuss something else.
I am all that remains of the first disciples.
I swore I would protect the Urn as long as I lived, and I have lived a very long time.
And what about you?
Who are you?
The first disciples?
Did you know Andraste?
Did anyone really know Her, save the Maker?
She would sometimes spend weeks alone in meditation, often without food or water.
I made a vow, to Andraste and to the Maker.
My life is tied to the Ashes.
As long as they remain, so will I.
How is it possible you have lived so long?
I... cannot express in words my love for Andraste.
You must seek Her out for yourself.
Everyone must.
I am the Guardian.
I am my duty.
Is this magic, or is it faith?
Learn not to judge so quickly, young one.
Please, tell me more about Andraste.
What sort of foul magic allows you to cheat death?
If you are found worthy, you will see the Urn and be allowed to take a small pinch of the Ashes for yourself.
If not...
You already know that the Urn contains the remains of the prophet Andraste.
Hmm... this mountain has veins of lyrium running all through it.
Can't mistake that tingle...
It's so strong I can just about smell it.
Makes you wonder what's magical here?
The Urn, or the mountain?
What exactly is keeping you alive, Guardian?
It is not my place to question.
What else is there to tell?
Hmm, companionship that is only in the mind.
All the fun, none of the clean up.
And used them to enslave the fool!
And he accepts it willingly?!
She is feeding off his innermost desires and taking away his will.
This... this is unholy.
Hmph.
If the lad wanted a family, he could have found some willing she-mage to knock-up.
The Anvil of the Void is gone.
Free from the Anvil at long last, Caridin destroyed himself.
I hear those spell-birds are <emp>wild!</emp>
Freedom cannot be given.
The templar must choose it for himself.
If you help this man, what does he learn?
Nothing.
Do you really think so?
I'm sorry, but I can't leave him like this.
You have a point, Sten.
I will decide what needs to be done.
I'm just going to give him a helping hand here.
He's not going to find it with her hanging over him.
I can't just leave him.
This is why we cut the tongues from mages, in Par Vollen.
I will admit to agreeing with your companion.
Maker knows the qunari would not have gotten themselves into this position.
You said something about abominations?
Do they let you watch?
<emp>Find the spirits</emp>
Mouse, an apparent former apprentice trapped in the Fade, mentioned other entities that may help you with the Harrowing.
Explore the winding paths of the Fade to find these spirits.
<emp>Survive the Harrowing</emp>
Mouse mentioned other entities that may help you with the Harrowing.
One of the spirits, Sloth, has taught Mouse to take the shape of a bear.
<emp>Survive the Harrowing</emp>
Mouse mentioned other entities that may help you with the Harrowing.
You have earned a powerful staff from a spirit called Valor.
Whoa... one second here.
I sense that things are going quickly downhill.
You will have to get through me to harm the others.
I cannot allow this.
I will defend this Circle to the death.
Wait!
Can't we talk about this a little?
The time for talk is over.
Have it your way, Wynne.
We help the mages.
If the old lady wants a fight, she can have one.
No, please... we don't have to fight.
Just stay here, Wynne.
We will take care--
Thank you for your concern, my dear, but it is too late.
We've all made our choices.
That's a bit of a drastic measure, isn't it?
You don't have to do this--
Still, it has led you to decide that this ridiculous Circle is to be destroyed, so who am I to complain?
Someone was quite the little heart-breaker when they were an apprentice.
My, my.
I am so tired of these cruel jokes... these tricks... these...
Be proud.
You mastered yourself.
Be proud?
What is there to be proud of?
That I lived and they died?
Has it considered the fact that ridding the world of these mages might be of benefit?
The templars will still help with its war.
Why make things difficult?
These mages could use some crushing, that's what I say.
Well.
Maybe not.
But it would be remarkably satisfying, doesn't it agree?
You don't really think that's a good idea, do you?
You may have a point.
I'm not killing the mages just because you think it's fun.
And why not?
The templars are right to fear the constant danger this Circle represents.
Slay the mages and avoid the burden of trying to separate the good from the bad.
Simple.
Efficient.
Great fun, too.
Have it its way, cowardly though it might be.
No.
I cannot simply kill all the mages.
You are right.
Cullen is right.
We need to end this.
Forget it.
I'm not a monster.
Hmm... so you are the mortal being hunted?
And the small one... is he to be a snack for me?
<desc>Sniffs</desc> No matter.
The demon will get you eventually, and perhaps there will even be scraps left.
<desc>Yawns</desc> You'll just run away.
I'll not waste time with a chase, not even for a meal.
<desc>Laughs</desc> I know that you will fail your test and he will eat you.
Help you? <desc>Laughs</desc> Nothing can help you.
<desc>Hmph</desc> Worry not.
Sloth has better things to do. <desc>Yawns</desc> I will not stir myself just to chase a meal. <desc>Yawns</desc>
Begone!
Surely you have better things to do than bother Sloth, mortal.
I tire of you already.
Foolish mortal.
Do you really wish to anger me?
I may be slothful, but I can be roused.
Step back, and return to your silly business with the demon... or suffer the consequences.
Hmph.
Perhaps I should find new ground, well away from foolish mortals and their games.
No... it is too much trouble.
You have a very nice staff. <desc>Yawns</desc> Why would you need me?
Go, use your weapon since you have earned it.
Be valorous.
<desc>Snort</desc> Even if I were willing to help, mortal, what would you have me do?
Fight the demon for you?
He and I have no quarrel, and I am quite comfortable where I am, thank you.
You wish to learn my form, little one?
Then I have a challenge for your friend: Answer three riddles correctly, and I will teach you.
Then leave me to my rest. <desc>Yawns</desc>
Why wait for scraps?
Come get some now.
What do you know about this demon?
Are you here to help me?
Just keep your distance.
I need help defeating a demon.
Please teach Mouse to be a bear.
I think you will teach Mouse so I will stop bothering you.
Riddles?
Are you joking?
I accept your challenge, Sloth.
Why are you called Sloth?
What are you?
I need to go.
Orzammar Chantry
And so the great Circle of the Magi falls... for now.
Mages are not so easily controlled, it appears.
Your companion speaks with great wisdom.
The same thought crosses my mind often.
I think not.
Mages cannot be controlled by the Circle.
We must find ways to limit their dangerous powers.
Why, thank you. 
Morrigan is an apostate mage, you know.
I think you just misunderstood her.
She means that mages <emp>should not</emp> be controlled.
Oh, yes.
She's very wise.
Of course.
Imprisoning them is insufficient.
We must find another way to oppress that which we do not understand.
Obviously I speak without due consideration and wisdom, yes?
Let us not speak of this anymore.
You are a busy man.
Ahem.
Morrigan feels strongly about this.
Forgive her.
The trouble is past.
Let us move on.
Yes.
We still have the wounded mages to deal with.
For now, we should deal with your wounded.
We have much work to do.
We must tend to the injured.
I am hardly the person to lecture on the worthier points of human nature, but surely this is a fine time to display the oft-lauded virtue known as mercy?
I deserved to die, and you spared me.
Why are you so quick to condemn these mages?
Magic and knives are different.
You're a lot better-looking than most of the mages.
You saying I made a mistake sparing you?
Magic can kill.
Knives can kill.
Even small children launched at great speed could kill.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Perhaps.
But you did it nevertheless, no?
Indeed not.
Amusement is difficult to come by, and I shall take it in the place of a meal if I can.
Librarian
Why single out the wielders of one and not the others?
Mages can do more damage with one spell than you ever could.
You owe me your life.
You do not question me.
Look at the damage they've done to this place.
Mm.
Touché.
Treasury Door
I've taken the lives of many throughout my career, but this is no measured act.
There is no chase, no hunt, no dignity in this... there is only slaughter.
What about the people <emp>they</emp> might slaughter?
Zevran, you're a hypocrite.
Enough.
I've had it with your nay-saying.
Because I want to.
Now shush.
Why, thank you.
Flattery would normally distract me, but not today.
Inconvenient, no?
I've taught the mouse.
Do not persist in bothering me.
I'm tired.
Hmmm?
Oh, have you changed your mind, mortal?
Will you accept my challenge?
What is it now, mortal?
Are you not dead <emp>yet</emp>?
Hmph.
I suppose this means you intend to pester me endlessly?
What is to stop me from killing you?
<desc>Sigh</desc> You win.
I shall teach the mouse to be more than he is.
Listen carefully...
Hmm.
Close enough.
Go, then, and defeat your demon... or whatever you intend to do.
I grow weary of your mortal prattling.
Yes, I remember now.
As the mouse boy found out for himself.
Then I needn't worry.
You won't be around long enough to really annoy me.
Like the mouse boy.
Now there's a depressing thought...
Truly?
This gets more and more promising.
My first riddle is this: I have seas with no water, coasts with no sand, towns without people, mountains without land.
What am I?
Yet deserts have sand.
No, I speak of a map.
Seas and mountains, perhaps, but coasts?
Towns?
No, I speak of a map.
<desc>Hmph</desc> Correct.
Let's move on.
The second riddle: I'm rarely touched, but often held.
If you have wit, you'll use me well.
What am I?
But you must touch a handle.
No, the answer is a tongue.
Yes, your witty tongue.
Fair enough.
One more try, shall we?
Often will I spin a tale, never will I charge a fee.
I'll amuse you an entire eve, but, alas, you won't remember me.
What am I?
Even if you find lies amusing, I imagine you remember them.
No, I speak of a dream.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Even were music to last all evening, no doubt you would remember it.
No, I speak of a dream.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Would you not remember a book?
No, I speak of dreams, my friend.
<desc>Hmph</desc> You are correct.
Rather apropos here in the Fade, no?
But you've won my challenge and proven yourself an amusing distraction.
So, I shall teach you my form.
Now listen carefully...
Have you ever touched your temper?
No, the answer is a tongue.
Oh, breathing requires wit, does it? <desc>Yawns</desc> No, I speak of a tongue.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> You'll find water and land here, my friend.
Perhaps even people.
No, I speak of a map.
Time to feast; what a delight!
Stand still, will you?
I am a spirit of Sloth, a creature of the Fade... unlike yourself.
Mortals are ever the visitors here.
Still, you serve your function.
Only the mortals like yourself are truly annoying.
You are... aware.
A mortal with power and will.
The sort of creature that some spirits... hunger for.
I might be inclined for such a meal, myself.
It would be interesting to see the mortal world through your eyes, live inside your form... but I am disinclined to begin such a struggle.
Indeed.
Now what do you want with me?
Do not anger me.
My inclinations can change.
As you mortals might term it.
But not all demons are <emp>demons</emp>.
Worry about the one hunting you.
Many mortals dream.
They come here often.
But you are not one of those.
Then leave me be.
You and your ilk are irritating to no end.
You'd have to catch me.
You'd have to get up.
I don't have all day, actually.
Unless I die.
Then I'm sticking to you like glue.
Then I accept your challenge.
Have it your way.
I'm leaving.
A desert?
The moon?
A map?
A handle?
My tongue?
A liar?
Are you music?
A book?
A dream?
My temper?
My breath?
Mortals like myself?
Lucky me.
So you're a demon?
Are you talking about dreamers?
I don't appreciate being called annoying.
I've thought about it, but... ah, I don't know why I'm so concerned about this to begin with.
Might, not will.
Committing genocide just because something <emp>might</emp> happen is more than the mark of a weak mind.
It is insanity.
Do as you like.
Certainly the notions of morality brought up by a professional assassin are dubious at best, yes?
As I said, it is not the killing I object to.
It is the senselessness of it.
I cannot support this.
Perhaps I am that, and a thief and murderer as well.
But I looked my victims in the face.
Oh, now I'm shushed?
Fine.
An acceptable solution, apparently.
Let us cut the knot in half, yes?
Here, I have a skin of--
Don't touch me!
Stay away!
You have Valor's staff.
There is nothing else I can do for you.
Another mortal thrown into the flames and left to burn, I see.
Your mages have devised a cowardly test.
Better you were pitted against each other to prove your mettle with skill, than to be sent unarmed against a demon.
They would have you battle a demon.
With magic or weapon, to be the victor makes you a warrior still.
Indeed.
The choice, and the fault, lies with the mages who sent you here.
You are not the first sent here for such testing.
Nor shall you be the last, I suspect.
That you remain means you have not yet defeated your hunter.
I wish you a glorious battle to come.
Fight each other?
We're not warriors.
I agree, but I didn't have a choice.
You know why I'm here?
Legionnaire Altar
Legionnaire Key
An ancient key that unlocks a door in Bownammar.
<desc>Sighs</desc> It is my duty.
But you would have if it was called for.
Very funny.
I saw it, plain as day.
There was no mistake.
And Greagoir believes he does the Maker's work keeping the mages in check.
We should be safe here.
Are you sure they're going to make you tranquil?
We can see the door from here.
If anyone comes, we'll change the subject.
Not a priest.
I am merely an initiate.
In the chapel?
The templars' favorite haunt?
You realize there's a priest standing right here?
All right.
What's going on?
All this skulking about is rather excessive.
A few months ago, I told you that I... met a girl.
This is Lily.
I was afraid to tell anyone.
Lily was becoming a Chantry priest.
She's taken vows...
I often attend to my duties in this chapel.
Perhaps that is why I seem familiar.
Wait, I've seen you before...
There's something strange going on here.
Jowan... what's going on?
I apologize, but Jowan must be careful... especially now.
My condolences, Lily.
It's all right...
I just wonder if this is truly someone we can trust.
She may be abrasive at times, but I trust her with my life.
Did you bring me here just to talk about your affair?
Of course.
You are not the first mortal to seek my aid.
I am not here to assist you, however.
My purpose is to seek perfection, creating the ultimate weapon for the pursuit of valor.
Without a doubt.
In this realm, everything that exists is the expression of a thought.
Do you think these blades be steel?
The staves be wood?
Do you believe they draw blood?
A weapon is a single need for battle, and my will makes that need reality.
Do you truly desire one of my weapons?
I will give one to you... if you agree to duel me, first.
Valor shall test your mettle as it should be tested.
I need your help.
Would one of these weapons affect the demon?
I am no warrior.
I would be no match against you!
I agree to your duel, Valor.
What else do you know about the Harrowing?
Did you create all of these weapons?
So what is this all about?
Great.
Get married.
Have some kids.
Can I go now?
I'm truly happy for you both.
Remember I said that I didn't think they wanted to give me my Harrowing?
I know why.
They're... going to make me tranquil.
Velanz
There is something else.
I saw the document on Greagoir's table.
It authorized the Rite on Jowan, and Irving had signed it.
If we tell anyone, Lily will be punished.
And if they do this to Jowan, what do I care what happens to me?
My heart will die with him.
Give us your word that you will help and we will tell you what we intend.
Thank you.
We will never forget this.
I can get us into the repository.
But there is a problem.
There are two locks on the phylactery chamber door.
The first enchanter and knight-commander each hold one key.
But it is just a door.
There is power enough in this place to destroy all of Ferelden.
What's a door to mages?
I once saw a rod of fire melt through a lock.
You could get one from the stockroom.
But Owain doesn't release such things to apprentices.
We should stay here.
One mage at the stockroom will attract less attention than a mage, an apprentice, and an initiate.
Good luck.
Our prayers go with you.
I'd go with you, but it would look suspicious.
We have no choice.
We cannot get our hands on both keys.
What if it is?
We have to try.
You're... you're just walking away?
It's all right, Jowan.
There's always a way.
We must have faith.
I understand your reluctance and I can only beg you won't violate our trust.
Our lives depend on your silence.
Pretend we never spoke.
And if you can find it in your heart, wish us luck and pray for us.
The joy of helping a friend?
The satisfaction of having of knowing you prevented a gross injustice?
The repository holds more than phylacteries.
Join us, and the artifacts will be yours for the taking.
I suppose that's fair.
But please give us your answer soon.
Time is running out.
I won't do any magic or come into contact with lyrium.
I'll stay far away from anything magical.
I know I'm strong enough to fight off the demons, if it comes to that.
And I will pray every day to Andraste to protect us.
I need to escape.
I need to destroy my phylactery.
Without it, they can't track me down.
But can't you just explain everything to someone?
You have my word, Lily.
Are you suggesting we break through it?
I will go to the stockroom and retrieve this rod.
So I have to do all the dirty work?
Yes.
You'd only slow me down.
Let's not waste more time, then.
What if it's a magical door?
It can't be that easy.
So what do you intend to do?
This had better be a good plan.
I'll say nothing of this to anyone.
I won't tell anyone unless I have to.
We'll see.
My first allegiance is to the Circle.
What do I get out of helping you?
I can't be involved in this.
Sorry.
And if you get caught?
What if you become an abomination after you escape?
Why would they do this to you?
Proving Lobby
What are you going to do?
I've been sneaking around to meet Lily in secret.
Maybe others have seen me and assumed I must be doing something forbidden.
I suppose we <emp>are</emp>, but... they think it's blood magic, and it isn't.
I've thought about it... but it will only make things worse.
Lily will be punished.
I can't do that to her.
Blood magic lets mages influence the minds of others.
What if someone used it to control a king or a grand cleric?
"Magic must serve man, not rule over him." Remember?
The Chantry fears this above all else.
That's why the templars--Greagoir--will pay attention to a mindless rumor!
Maybe if it were just Irving, he'd spare me.
But he has to keep the peace between the Circle and the Chantry.
If he stirs up too much trouble, they might replace him.
They could wipe out the entire Circle if they wanted.
Of course not!
I'd never use blood magic.
That was bad aim, not lack of ability!
I <emp>did</emp> set fire to the curtains!
I suppose that's pretty dangerous... but that's not the point.
How did this rumor start?
Then let's just tell them the truth.
I never saw a problem with blood magic, myself.
We need to talk to the first enchanter.
And have you, Jowan?
Why would they say something so heinous?
You can't even light a candle with your magic.
Enough.
Your strength is sufficient to the task.
The staff is yours.
Short of battling the demon for you?
No.
I suspect not.
We are, indeed.
May you find glory in all your achievements, mortal.
Coward!
You are not worthy!
I shall have your head if the demon does not claim it first!
You remain?
Have you not a demon to battle?
Then what match would you be against the demon?
At least I would give you an honorable death, and not devour your essence like a greedy child.
If I believe you capable of slaying the demon, I will stop the duel and give you the staff.
If I find you unworthy, I will slay you.
I trust those rules are simple enough to remember, mortal?
How dare you accuse me!
I am no demon, preying upon helpless mortals to steal their essence!
I am a being of honor and valor!
I am a warrior!
You are insolent... but your will is unquestionably strong.
Very well, mortal.
You prove to me that you possess the strength to resist this demon.
Go, prove your worth as you must.
I am confident you will succeed.
I should hope not!
I am helping you, mortal, whether you believe it or not.
But I do not go back on my word.
Do you wish to duel or not?
Then go.
You have much to accomplish, and little time to spare.
As you wish, mortal.
Do you understand the rules I explained to you?
We battle until I am convinced you are strong enough to defeat your demon.
If you do not convince me, I will slay you.
Are these rules understood?
Our duel begins now.
Fight with Valor!
You wish my weapon?
Then we fight by my rules, or not at all.
I am Valor, a warrior spirit.
I hone my weapons in search of the perfect expression of combat.
Is that what your test is called?
I know little of your mortal ways.
I do know that a demon has been called and told that a meal awaits.
It will not--cannot leave--until one of you is dead.
They are brought into being by my will.
I understand that in your world, mages are the only ones who can will things into being.
Those mortals who cannot must lead such hollow, empty lives.
I wish you luck and glory in all your achievements, mortal.
Fare you well.
Of course it is. <act>Attack</act>
Is there any other way you can help me?
Will it stay with me when I leave the Fade?
So we're done, I hope?
And what are the rules of this duel?
It seems you would prefer to kill me yourself.
Then prove it!
Help me fight the demon!
So you challenge helpless mortals to duels?
I am sorry.
I didn't mean to provoke you.
No, I'm not interested.
And if I disagree?
Can you repeat them?
Forgotten Verses
Your role in this election will long be remembered, Warden.
Lords of the Assembly, I call for order!
This argument gets us nowhere! 
Then why these delaying tactics?
I call for a vote right now.
My father has one living child to assume the Aeducan throne.
Who would deny him that?
Your father made me swear on his deathbed you would not succeed him.
I apologize for the interruption, Lord Steward, but the Grey Warden has returned.
Well, Warden?
What news do you bring?
We should let the Warden speak.
What news do you bring?
Branka still lives, though she's as mad as a nug at a tanner's shop.
She finally found the Anvil of the Void and chose to stay in the Deep to work it.
She tasked this Grey Warden to give her crown to Orzammar's next king, chosen by the ancestors as the first in a millennium to lead a golem army against a Blight.
Branka sacrificed herself to destroy a cursed sodding artifact that should never have existed.
Before she died, Branka forged this crown for Orzammar's next king, chosen by the ancestors themselves.
I would like to believe Oghren's word, but it's well-known the Grey Warden is Bhelen's hireling!
Silence!
And we are supposed to trust this, the word of a drunken sot and a murdering exile known to be in Harrowmont's pocket?
And we are supposed to trust this, the word of a drunken sot and a Grey Warden known to be in Harrowmont's pocket?
Then tell us, Grey Warden, which king did Paragon Branka endorse?
Why would a Paragon trust someone who knows nothing of us with such a decision?
This is preposterous!
Why would a Paragon entrust an exile and a murderer with such a weighty decision?
This is utterly ridiculous!
The Grey Warden knows nothing about us!
Why would a Paragon entrust someone like this with such a weighty decision?
This is ridiculous!
We've argued in these chambers for too long.
The will of the Paragon is that the Grey Warden decide.
At last.
This farce is ended and I can take my rightful place on my father's throne.
I... you leave me speechless.
After all the venom we've spewed at each other...
But I am honored you did what is right for your house.
I... you leave me speechless, Warden.
But I salute your wisdom, late though it may have come.
Do <emp>you</emp> acknowledge me as king?
I... cannot defy a Paragon.
The throne is yours...
King Bhelen.
Then as my first act as king, I call for this man's execution!
Guards, seize him!
You know better than anyone the war facing us, Warden.
Orzammar cannot afford to be divided.
Anyone undermining my reign is serving only the darkspawn.
I will return to my palace to gather my generals and prepare our forces for the surface.
I will see you there, Warden.
You have my gratitude for all you have done for me.
I appreciate your forthrightness, Warden.
You have acted with grace through this entire torturous process.
I... am somewhat surprised, Warden, given your previous predilections.
But I am not ungrateful.
I will not abide by this!
The ancestors have spoken!
You turned your back on Orzammar when you killed our brother!
Would you let a surfacer decide the fate of the dwarves?!
I have seen these papers with my own eyes.
Bhelen plotted against Trian because he was heir to the throne.
King Endrin knew this.
That's why he would not give Bhelen his throne.
Do not support him now!
Watch out!
They brought weapons!
Caridin was trapped in the body of a golem.
This Warden granted him the mercy he sought, releasing him and destroying the Anvil of the Void.
Before he died, Caridin forged a crown for Orzammar's next king, chosen by the ancestors themselves!
This crown <emp>is</emp> of Paragon make and bears House Ortan's ancient seal.
Tell us, Warden: whom did Caridin choose?
I bear a crown from Paragon Branka for her chosen king.
She wished me to give the crown to whomever I chose.
I grant the crown to Bhelen.
Harrowmont was an honorable rival.
Let him retire in peace.
All who defy King Bhelen face the same fate.
I did not give you that crown so you could be a tyrant!
I did what you wanted, now where are my troops?
I would grant the crown to Harrowmont.
Harrowmont is your king; stand behind him!
And I have proof that Bhelen murdered his brother Trian!
Bhelen hired assassins to kill Trian and then framed me!
Stand down, Bhelen.
You've lost.
Branka chose Bhelen.
Branka chose Harrowmont.
I bear a crown from Paragon Caridin for his chosen king.
He wished me to give it to whomever I chose.
Caridin chose Bhelen.
Caridin chose Harrowmont.
I bring a crown forged by Caridin on the Anvil of the Void.
Paragon Branka is alive, and she has chosen her king.
Paragon Branka is dead, but chose a king before she died.
Sister Justine
Of course not!
But it's not safe here for me anymore.
We need your help.
Lily and I can't do this on our own.
And are they right about that?
If you care about what happens to me, help us.
Tell me your plan, and make it quick.
I hate waiting.
It makes me nervous.
That was quick!
To the repository, then.
Freedom awaits.
If you're not going to help, leave me alone.
Forgive Jowan; he can be surly.
But why have you returned?
Please say you've changed your mind.
Are you going to help us?
I have the rod of fire.
I'm not ready yet.
I'll be back.
Circumstances are... different now.
I'm ready to help.
No.
I cannot help you.
Goodbye.
You have my word: I will help you.
I've decided not to help you.
Really?
What?
A rumor is spreading that I've dabbled in blood magic.
That's why they won't let me take the Harrowing.
I expect they'll perform the Rite of Tranquility.
If they don't kill me on the spot.
I need to talk to you about something, Jowan.
Why do they want to make you tranquil?
The rumor about you being a blood mage isn't true, is it?
Lily wouldn't jest about something like this.
Why are you still here?
I can't believe you're abandoning me.
So... have you decided?
Never mind.
We can talk later.
Are you ready to go?
I'll just be going then.
She is as guilty as Jowan.
I refuse to see him suffer while the Chantry shelters her.
Every so often, we must remind the Chantry their members are not as perfect as they pretend.
Why are you trying to get Lily in trouble?
Haven't you left yet? <desc>Yawns</desc>
Your test has been completed.
I salute you, mage.
My lady!
You're here!
Thank goodness!
My lord!
You're here!
Thank goodness!
I don't rightly know.
Things happened so fast, I only know he was scouting in the south before he arrived.
Did the darkspawn get into the castle?
Riordan?
What's he doing here?
Where is the Queen and Arl Eamon?
What's happened here?
It is a relief to see you unharmed.
And you as well, Loghain.
Err... no.
No, I wouldn't say that.
Not yet, anyway.
The darkspawn line is wide, and many of them roam away from the main horde.
Until now most of them have been spotted here in the west.
Not to mention that our forces have been... distracted by the civil war.
Not to mention that we've been too busy killing each other to pay much attention to some silly old darkspawn horde.
There is, I'm afraid one other piece of news that is of even greater concern.
And we won't be able to reach Denerim within two days.
But we can't reach Denerim within two days, can we?
It's too far.
We must begin a forced march to the capital immediately, with what we have.
Denerim must be defended at all costs.
You are both here.
Good.
If you're trying to tell us that the darkspawn taint will eventually mean our death, we do know this.
No, it's not that.
I wish it were.
What is it?
What are you apologizing for?
Tell me, have you ever wondered <emp>why</emp> the Grey Wardens are needed to defeat the darkspawn?
The archdemon may be slain as any other darkspawn, but should any other than a Grey Warden do the slaying, it will not be enough.
The essence of the beast will pass through the taint to the nearest darkspawn and will be reborn anew in that body.
The dragon is thus all but immortal.
But if the archdemon is slain by a Grey Warden... its essence travels into the Grey Warden, instead.
A darkspawn is an empty, soulless vessel, but a Grey Warden is not.
The essence of the archdemon is destroyed... and so is the Grey Warden.
The Grey Warden that kills the archdemon perishes.
Meaning... the Grey Warden who kills the archdemon... dies?
Yes.
Without the archdemon, the Blight ends.
It is the only way.
It warms my heart to see such courage, but do not hurry so to sacrifice your life.
In Blights past, when the time came the eldest of the Grey Wardens would decide which amongst them would take that final blow.
But if I fail, the deed falls on you.
The Blight must be stopped now or it will destroy all of Ferelden before the rest of the Grey Wardens can assemble.
Remember that.
I will make that blow, then, if you cannot.
Is that what you see here?
Glory?
If this act will save Ferelden, I will do it no matter what the cost.
I am consistent if nothing else.
And why not?
If my punishment is to be a Grey Warden, I cannot think of a more perfect reason for it.
I will do my duty when we battle the archdemon.
If it comes to that, I am willing to take the blow.
You know I never wanted that.
Just make sure I'm there when we fight that... dragon, and I'll do what needs doing.
Why not?
You said yourself that you don't want to.
And this way, Anora gets to be queen again.
Everyone is happy.
If we do not stop the Blight here and now it will destroy all of Ferelden before the Grey Wardens elsewhere can assemble.
Remember that.
We keep it secret for the same reason the Joining is kept secret.
Who would become a Grey Warden if they knew the end that might await them?
And yet there <emp>must</emp> be Grey Wardens.
Without us, there is no hope.
As far as we know, the transfer of the archdemon's essence is automatic.
If one of us is not present when the killing blow is made, it is all for nothing.
Has word been sent to Denerim?
And that means Denerim will fall?
Why did we think they were headed here?
Surely we don't have enough forces to defeat the horde!
Is it even possible to reach the city in time?
I agree.
We've collected an army--let's use it.
And what about Redcliffe?
What if Riordan is wrong?
Then we need to march at once.
I thought "necessary" might be an exaggeration.
And... what happens to the Grey Warden?
Then I will take that final blow myself.
So it's up to the three of us to kill this thing.
I have no intention of sacrificing my life for this.
So now you decide to be the hero?
I can't let you do that, Loghain.
I can't let you do that, Alistair.
Good.
That sounds like an excellent idea.
Why is this such a secret?
Why doesn't everyone know this?
Is there no other way?
Must a Grey Warden die?
That doesn't sound very healthy.
And why would that be good?
I assume it has something to do with the taint in us.
I have wondered that, yes.
He can be abrasive, but I trust him with my life.
Fine.
What do you want from me?
Why are we talking about trust?
I'll never forget that night.
Let's move on to other things.
Our family... always does our duty first.
The darkspawn must be defeated.
You must go.
For your own sake, and for Ferelden's.
Dresser
We want our money back, Isabela.
Your money?
I don't have it.
That is the way of money.
It comes, it goes--like a fickle lover.
Lying wench!
Give us back what you stole, or we'll take it from you!
Why, I do think I am being threatened!
Maker!
What is the world coming to?
A lady being accosted in broad daylight!
Stop playing games, Isabela.
We want our money.
I think you forget who you are speaking to.
I will give you a chance to leave quietly.
You brazen hussy!
Someone needs to put you in your place!
Be off with you now, and be glad I only took from you your gold!
Heh.
Fools...
Yes?
What?
Is it customary where you are from to give complete strangers questioning looks?
And how is the polite way to respond?
Maybe to tell you to go away, and that I am busy?
Well then, what do you want from me?
I get the idea.
I'm leaving.
Who is that woman who fought off those men?
What just happened over there?
Never mind.
I shall leave you alone.
They call me Casivir.
I am first mate on Captain Isabela's ship.
More than this, you do not need to know.
Isabela?
If you had spent any time here or on the docks, you would know.
Some of them never learn.
If Isabela consents to play a game with you, it is an honor.
You do not ask for compensation if you lose.
What can you tell me about her?
Do you lack the ears and eyes?
She did not "get into" the fight.
They brought it to her.
Isabela is a ship's captain?
Isabela?
The woman who got into the fight?
You are surprised to see another strong woman like yourself?
You are surprised?
Isabela is no ordinary woman.
Proving
Isabela commands the crew on the Siren's Call.
She is a remarkable woman, and as you saw, quite formidable.
She calls herself a duelist, but you cannot pay me enough to duel her.
I am not so stupid as those two.
Did you not see?
They wanted money back.
What went on between them?
You again.
What is it you want from me now?
You should ask Isabela.
I do not know how to explain.
Duelist?
And look who we have here.
Come to apologize for leaving me bereft of my lord husband and then vanishing without a trace?
But Grey Warden or no, it is refreshing to see another woman who answers to no one.
Ah, a Grey Warden... and I had heard that all the Fereldan Wardens were killed or exiled from this place.
You know it was just business, Isabela.
Business that turned out well for you, I see--you inherited the ship, I take it?
Hmph.
I suppose I never did like the greasy bastard.
And the Siren treats me far better than she ever did him.
Perhaps some introductions are in order?
Indeed.
This is Isabela, queen of the eastern seas and the sharpest blade in Llomerryn.
And Isabela, my dear, you will no doubt be amused to discover that I am traveling with a Grey Warden.
A Grey Warden?
Charmed.
Any catching up Zevran and I have to do, we wouldn't be doing out here in the market.
Now, Zev, shouldn't you introduce us?
You two know each other?
Should I leave you some time to catch up?
Hmm... strong hands.
Could I entice you to leave your Order and sign up as one of my crewmen?
I could use those strong hands at my... helm.
Ah, the Grey Warden.
I've heard a lot about you from Rica.
So you say, but the fire in your eyes and purpose in your step tell me that you know that you could easily silence any of your dissenters.
I am still held accountable for my actions.
The ship is the best teacher.
She will guide you with her sighs... her shudders, her gentle swaying as she rides the crests of the waves.
I don't know anything about sailing.
True, but even assassins must have standards.
If you intend to kill me, I at least would have it be an honest death.
Are you joking?
It's an odd jest, though I'll laugh if you insist.
Err... yes?
Yes I do.
To... serve you?
That's what you mean, yes?
It wouldn't be right?
You're an assassin!
Then I accept your proposal.
No joke.
I want you to swear an oath.
Do you want to live or not?
You're right.
I must be joking. <act>Kill him.</act>
I've changed my mind.
I accept your proposal.
That's what I mean.
When you become one with her... instinct takes over.
Did Casivir tell you that?
It's true.
I fight with quickness and wit, and they have served me well.
I assume you saw that little drama?
None of these poor brutes has ever proven a match for me.
They are too clumsy and predictable.
I fight with quickness and wit, rather than with brute force and strength.
One well-placed strike is worth more than many ineffectual blows.
And why wear armor when you can avoid being hit at all?
Yes.
The Siren's Call--my pride and joy.
She's seen me from my own Rivain and the isle of Llomerryn to the coast of Par Vollen.
All I need is my ship, and the wind at my back.
And once my men have had their fill of the pleasures of dry land, we will be off again.
We are getting as far away from this Blight as possible.
Heh.
I'm not going anywhere near the Blight, and you'd get away too if you had any sense in that pretty head of yours.
The way I see it, I can sail as far away from it as I need to, even to the other side of the far Anderfels.
The sea will look after her own.
I heard you were a duelist.
Your fighting skills are impressive.
So you are the captain of a ship?
You're an excellent fighter.
Why are you running away?
Coward.
I understand.
The Blight is frightening.
Mysterious Portal
Are you even trying? <desc>Yawns</desc> The answer is a tongue.
Quite wrong, I'm afraid.
I speak of a map.
A boat?
Intelligence?
A sword?
An idea?
You've come so far to fail.
I speak of dreams.
A spider?
An annoying riddler?
You know what I do to people who give me smart answers?
I eat them.
Ah, of course.
You have a duty.
If you do save us all, sweet thing, I shall return to thank you personally.
As a Grey Warden, I do not have that luxury.
Did you learn to fight like that on your travels?
I have picked up skills from many different places and turned them into a method distinctly my own.
Speed, not strength, is what is essential.
Where did you learn to fight as you do?
Oh, don't look so surprised.
I have seen many of your kind in my journeys and there is always something... odd about you.
I call myself a duelist because I honed my skills in duels with warriors I encountered over the years.
As I said, it is better to avoid being hit.
And it is best not to get into fights at all.
Could I duel you?
Will you teach me how to be a duelist?
Ha!
An unusual request coming from a fearsome slayer of darkspawn.
I am flattered that you wish to learn from me, sweet thing.
I do, however, wish to get to know my potential student better, so we shall call for a drink and you will honor me with a game.
What would that accomplish?
If I were to defeat you, I may think you too slow and dull for my teachings.
And if you were to defeat me, why, I would think that there was nothing I could teach.
No, we shall play a game and put aside thoughts of battle.
All right.
What game?
Why can't I just duel you instead?
Have you ever played Wicked Grace?
It is easy to learn, but difficult to master.
You must watch your opponent's moves as carefully as your own.
My skills are not for sale, and thus cannot be bought.
All I ask is for a game, some small talk.
Is it so hard?
Very well.
A game then.
Are there no other ways for us to get to know each other?
Can I just pay you to teach me so we can get on with it?
Do you have... something else in mind?
Oh, really?
Well, regrettably, there was much revelry aboard my ship last night and my cabins are not yet ready to receive visitors.
Ah, do not take this the wrong way--I am sure you are an impressive lover, but I have no desire for companionship as of right now.
We could board your ship.
I'd like to see what's below deck.
Let's go somewhere private and I could... show you.
Now then, a drink, a round of Wicked Grace, else we have no agreement.
Good evening, my lord.
Ooh, and now you've piqued my interest.
It would surely be rude of me to decline such a... delicious offer.
Come, my ship is down by the docks, and I am sure you will find my cabins quite... comfortable.
Are you suggesting... with her?
I mean... wow.
And here I am, awake and everything.
Interesting, she says.
Like it was a good book, or maybe a delightful pastry.
Err... no.
No, this woman is very beautiful and all, but...
I can't just...
I am probably the lamest man alive for saying no, but no.
I have enemies enough and I would like to avoid making more.
I do not want to cause offense; let us forget what was said. 
I mean... sure, go ahead.
Don't mind me.
I'm just going to go... jump in the water now.
I hope it's cold.
You're going with her?
I...
I thought you were joking.
I can't let you do this.
N-not without me... uh, keeping an eye on the both of you.
Are you so starved for attention you would lie with this woman who smells of salt and tar?
You're going to have to speak clearly, Alistair.
You could join in.
It will be interesting, for both of us.
That's an... interesting idea.
I'll have to think about that.
And what about you, Zev?
Shall we, for old times' sake?
Oh my, what have I got myself into?
Isabela wants you, and we shouldn't disappoint her.
Well, I'll say it.
I am a weak, weak man.
I guess I'll have to play along.
<desc>Grunts</desc>...
T-too much to handle...
Stone...!
Ah, that impish smile of yours, Leliana, you little minx... it just gives you away.
Ah, this brings back memories...
Perhaps your friend is feeling left out?
There is always room for one more... yes?
Err... boundaries, hello?
Are you really sure you want to... you know...
I suppose I didn't give it much thought.
I just wanted to see how you were going to react.
What about us?
Doesn't what we have mean anything to you?
Please... don't tell me you really want to...
I did not realize that someone had already claimed you.
Who am I to deny such a pretty little thing as yourself, my dear?
You are welcome to join us.
Ah, no.
You have your hands full as it is with these two.
Perhaps another time, yes?
Oh, Isabela, you and your ridiculous appetites... perhaps we should leave it up to our friend here?
And I would hate to offend my companion.
Perhaps another day, my dear.
Ooh.
Saucy.
How can I say no?
I'd prefer to spend time with Isabela alone.
Hey, the more the merrier.
You're coming.
That's an order.
Isabela has more than enough to handle right now.
I will hold you to that, Zevran.
I swear by Flemeth's beard, if her stink rubs off on you, I will never touch you again.
First, you must know that there are four suits: serpents, angels, knights and songs.
<desc>Isabela explains the rules of Wicked Grace to you, and you quickly grasp the game's basic concepts and strategies.</desc>
Before we start, the cards must be shuffled.
Shall I, or would you like to?
Then will you teach me what you know?
You shuffle them.
I will shuffle the cards.
What about a duel?
Very well...
There, that should be sufficient.
Good.
Go ahead then.
<act>Palm several good cards while shuffling.</act>
<act>Shuffle the cards.</act>
Five cards each to start with... and may the cleverest player win.
Are you done yet?
It looks like the deck is being kind to me today.
Is it my turn again?
Ah, the knight of dawn!
Just what I wanted.
The serpent-entwined dagger...
I was looking for this.
Ah, a wonderful card for me!
We seem to have run out of ale.
I shall send my boy to fetch some.
And this card I shall play face-down, I think...
Oh, I think I'm going to win this round.
I shall draw another card, and you may draw another too, if you wish.
<act>Continue playing the game.</act>
Ha!
The angel of death card!
The game is over.
We must show our hands.
Two serpents, a song... not bad.
But the rest of your hand is... rather pitiable.
I have three angels: fortitude, truth, and charity, and the knight of dawn.
I win!
<desc>Sigh</desc> Give me a moment.
Of course everything's all right!
Psht!
By the Stone, I feel like I'm about to fall off the world with all that sky up there.
Too bad.
It's kind of like being drunk.
But so much cheaper!
Sodding fabulous! <desc>Laughs</desc> It'll be like being drunk all the time, but without spending all that time actually swallowing.
Nothing over your head.
At all.
Just anytime, a great sodding big bird can fly overhead and take you away. 
You people are mad out here.
That's all I'm saying.
Strange?
Ha.
Strange is your wife turning out to prefer the ladies.
Not living in a world without a bleeding ceiling.
Fine.
You're the Grey Warden.
If I could fight Randar Vollney's second after downing fifteen lichen-ales in half an hour, I'm not going to be put off by a high sodding ceiling.
Well, let's get moving.
We're losing... whatchacallit?
Daylight.
Just give me one sodding moment.
That's it.
I've had it.
If saving the surface means working for someone like you, I say let the sodding world burn!
Sure, take your time.
Yes, I remember that feeling.
It passes.
You never really get over that feeling.
Is it that strange to you?
Get over it.
We have work to do.
Well, take your time.
I need you ready to fight.
We don't have a moment.
Let's go.
Ah, quite a good hand, sweet thing, perhaps enough to best a lesser player.
I don't think I've ever seen quite so odd a hand.
None of your cards match.
Oh, dear... is that what you have?
Do you need me to go through the rules again?
I have four knights: roses, ages, sacrifice, and wisdom.
It beats your hand.
Serpents of deceit and avarice, songs of temerity and mercy.
Not a great hand, but I still win.
Oh, you've a real mouth on you, huh?
Lift your weapon, Warden, and pray for a painless death!
Get back in line and shut up.
You're not going anywhere.
Look, give me a chance.
We need you with us.
You have two angels and three knights!
And all the same theme!
That is one of the best hands I have ever seen.
You've won!
I have a good feeling about this game.
Ah... you have that familiar glint in your eye.
Good cards, I take it?
<act>Try to catch Isabela's hand as she is drawing a card.</act>
<act>Attempt to steal a winning card from the deck.</act>
Wait!
You just drew a card you discarded before.
<act>Lean over and sneak a peek at Isabela's cards.</act>
<desc>Isabela does not see your swift movement in time to react.
You grab her wrist firmly, and startled, she drops the card she had secretly palmed.</desc>
Please!
Keep your hands to yourself.
Oh, I think this card will come in handy.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Still undefeated, after all these years.
Will I never meet my match?
Now, now... there's no need for such petty accusations.
You are simply an inexperienced player.
You will get better with practice.
You only win because you're a cheat!
Cheating, I see?
You deceitful bitch!
Should've known you weren't the honest type.
Hmm?
You mean this card?
Your memory is impressive.
<act>Attempt to steal a winning card from Isabela's hand.</act>
<desc>You deftly liberate a small number of cards from the stack on the table.
They will definitely help your game.</desc>
<desc>You easily lift two of Isabela's best cards from her hand without her noticing.</desc>
Hey, what are you doing, sneak?
Cheating?
I refuse to continue this game; who knows what else you've been doing.
I... where did my cards go?
That's... bizarre.
Did I drop them?
I... have nothing.
I must not have been paying attention, I--
<desc>You catch a quick glimpse of Isabela's hand, and you don't think she noticed you.
You're quite sure you know how to beat her now.</desc>
That's cheating, you know.
I will have to hold my cards closer next time.
And I have songs of twilight and autumn, serpents of decay and sadness.
Wait a minute, those are my cards... did you steal them from me?
Without me noticing?
That is... truly extraordinary.
I don't know how you did it, but... you've definitely made an impression.
Greetings, my lady.
You are the teyrn's daughter, are you not?
Greetings, my lord.
You are the teyrn's son, are you not?
I am a member of Arl Howe's personal guard.
The rest of the arl's forces are expected tonight.
I understand you shall take charge of your father's castle once we march.
I apologize.
Indeed, as you say.
Ah.
Then I wish you luck.
That is good to know.
And who are you?
That's a little nosy.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
So I'm told, yes.
How is it that you don't know who I am?
I am indeed <FirstName/>.
The knights of compassion and mercy!
They are only just better than mine, but better nonetheless.
Congratulations!
I have the angels of truth and temerity...
I wish to play again.
No.
I refuse to play another game with you.
If I could have a moment of your time... excuse us, Isabela...
Uh, just a moment.
Come here, please.
Ah, you're a good sport.
Another game then!
Not so fast, sweet thing.
I'm not sure I know you yet.
Come, another game?
Fair enough.
I will be here, should you wish to play again.
I've played your game.
You're supposed to teach me now.
I suppose I could play you again.
I think I need a rest for now.
You have proven yourself quick and resourceful, and I would be honored to pass my skills on to you.
Teach me now.
I will be back; you can teach me then.
Do not be long.
We cast off within the next few days.
Just like that?!
I've been here since we left Orzammar.
If things haven't changed yet, they're not sodding well going to.
Just like that?
Hm.
Less punching than I expected.
Holding you back?
Why...
Oh.
You're saying I can go. 
Look, I...
Whatever you say, Warden. 
Well...
Sure.
I'll stick around.
For the good of the world.
But you watch out, Warden.
One false step and I'm out.
Got it?
Now, enough moping about like a bunch of nancy elves.
Let's get moving.
You're pushing it, Warden.
Keep it up.
Pray we never meet again.
Yes.
Thank you, Oghren.
You'll do as I say, Oghren, and I say stick around.
Get up and get out of here, dwarf.
Now.
Get back in line, or I'll finish it.
If you cannot understand how to win at Wicked Grace, you will never understand what it is to be a duelist.
Ugh.
I feel several times more stupid for having played you.
I'll need a few months to recuperate, at least!
And so do I.
I've never been so bored in my entire life.
Come, we will need some space for this.
Ahem... you <emp>do</emp> know that Isabela is cheating, don't you?
She is testing you, I think.
She wants to see if you can outwit her.
She is?!
Yes, I know, and it frustrates me.
I thought she might have been.
Let me help.
I think I know how we can beat her.
Well?
Will you play again?
Stop whispering over there.
No, you stay out of it.
I can do this myself.
I will play again.
All right.
I'll take whatever help I can get.
Fine, but we had better win the next game.
This...
Isabela is cheating.
Do you realize it?
I think she has an ulterior motive.
She wants to know if you're smart enough to be a duelist, and this is her way of finding out.
I...
I think we can outsmart her, together.
I can help you.
What?!
I knew it!
That crafty wench!
I know, and I can't do anything about it.
<desc>Zevran motions for you to discard two of your cards.
Isabela doesn't seem to notice that you are communicating.</desc>
<desc>Leliana motions for you to pick up several of the cards Isabela has discarded.
Isabela doesn't seem to notice that you are communicating.</desc>
You certainly have quick reflexes.
I'm quite impressed.
And as for me cheating, well, the game does not matter.
I just wanted to see if you could outwit me.
<act>Look to Zevran for help.</act>
<act>Look to Leliana for help.</act>
Sounds like a plan.
I suppose you may as well make yourself useful.
Ah, proud too.
I suppose you deserve to be.
All right.
I can see you're busy.
Perhaps later, then?
Don't try to compare yourself to me.
I should be going.
It was nice meeting you.
Welcome back, Grey Warden.
What can Isabela do for you today?
I don't think there's anything else I can teach you.
Perhaps tell those you meet where you learned what you know.
Tell me about being a duelist again?
I'm back to play your game.
Teach me to be a duelist.
Nothing.
Never mind.
L-let us never speak of this again.
My dear, you wouldn't consider... leaving Alistair with me, would you?
Perhaps letting me borrow him for a week every summer?
She's quite feisty, isn't she?
Well, that brings back memories, doesn't it, Zev?
Pleasant ones even.
Well, I suppose I could teach you now, if you still want me to.
There is no doubt in my mind as to your quickness anymore.
Well, that was refreshing!
It's been a while since I've bedded anyone but sailors.
The peg legs I can stand, but the hooks... ugh...
I don't have to; I just want to.
It's more common than you think, and quite painful if one isn't careful.
Only just a little.
We did.
I'm surprised you're still ready to go after all that... exertion.
You don't have to keep mentioning it.
Just teach me what you know.
All right.
Teach me now.
I'm exhausted.
I'll be back later.
Hooks, really?
You're bluffing.
Didn't we have an agreement here?
Can you teach me now?
For you, maybe.
I still remember the time your husband tried to kill me.
I had to flee across the rooftops completely unclothed.
Ah, yes... those pleasant memories.
That's putting it mildly.
And you said she was a cloistered sister?
I daresay the cloisters must be teaching things other than the Chant of Light.
Oh, no, no...
I learned those things in Orlais.
Bored noblewomen often come up with various methods of self-amusement.
I see... perhaps we could talk more about this later, Leliana.
I do not!
Why, what can I tell you that you don't already know?
Now, wasn't there something you wanted from me?
A lesson, perhaps?
She bites too.
Is there anything else you can tell me about yourself?
I can imagine.
Yes, I agree.
I don't mind never speaking of it again, as long as we could do it again.
That's a thought...
Am I getting old, or has Zevran become even more depraved over the years?
I've been about Grey Wardens.
Perhaps the taint has rubbed off on me some, hmm? <desc>Chuckles</desc>
I'm sure we could work out a deal.
Not that the idea of being borrowed isn't terribly fascinating, but let's not forget the darkspawn.
There may not be a week every summer, or any summer.
Darkspawn!
Is this the only thing men think about these days?
What about the good old obsessions?
Breasts, firm buttocks, wet frocks?
Hmm... wet frocks...
Of course not!
You would misuse the ship--
Which, I suppose, is exactly what I would do with Alistair, though I suspect he would enjoy it while the ship wouldn't.
Really?
Rats.
Lackluster!
Well, that's a fine way of complimenting a lady!
Ha!
You may be many things, sweet Leliana, but as you have proven today, you are no lady.
Why don't you ask Alistair?
I don't own him.
Would you lend me your ship?
No.
What happened today will never happen again.
I thought her performance was lackluster today.
All right, then teach me what you know.
A-ha... you're back.
Something... else you wanted?
Casavir
Isabela
If you want, we can start over, but I'm going to be watching you closely this time.
No, I guess I'll just play the game.
Right here, old pal.
I got a moment, sure.
Whatcha need?
Oh, sure, I'm fine with it.
I mean, she was a real firebrand between the sheets, but a bit soft in the skull, you know what I mean?
Explains why she left, anyway.
Oh, what do you think?
I mean, she was my wife!
I spent two years trying to save her, while she was off boffing that tramp and feeding my cousins to the darkspawn!
And now she's dead.
And there's no way to ever make things better.
It's good to be with friends, you know.
Or at least chest-deep in fallen enemies.
You want to get moving now?
My throat's sore from all this relating.
Ha.
I guess I could use a bit of the old mortar and pestle, if you're digging my trench.
Ha.
Made you turn a little red there.
Or is that green?
I gotta try that one out on Alistair, see what color I get.
You said it.
I was starting to think of my pants as a home away from home.
She sure as Stone used to be!
Way back when, when we got going people thought it was the darkspawn coming through.
Don't you give me that look.
Shaper's truth.
I've still got a trick shoulder from it.
Crying about...
What the...
Fine, you want me to be happy about it?
You did what you thought was right, Warden.
I just wish there was another way it has ended.
I swear to the Stone, the next time someone asks me that, I'll write my name in bruises on their ass.
Ancestors take me, you people whine like teakettles around here.
Handling what?
Branka?
Psht.
That treasure's been long buried.
Oh, you don't know her.
She was cracked like a glass floor.
Before she was a Paragon, I mean.
After that she really fell apart.
Woman was a few columns short of a hall, you know?
I mean, she leaves me and flits about with that watered tart Hespith.
What's she got that I don't?
Just the thought of the two of them together, kissing, licking, intertwined on the floor of the Deep Roads...
I'm, ah, just gonna go back to the tent for a moment.
Excuse me.
Let's get back to it.
My fightin' arm's twitching.
Oh yeah, sure, I'm chipper.
You should try it.
Drive your wife crazy and turn your whole family into sodding darkspawn.
Pretty soon, everyone'll be doing it.
It's sodding great.
At first I was a little queasy, with all that air, but... there's just so much of it!
No one has any idea who you are.
Or what you're doing.
And the ale!
Who'd have thought, ale made with grain!
I have to admit, though, I do miss home.
Just a bit.
A little bit.
The only way I'd go back is if they all lined up to kiss my ass and didn't care if they lost their caste for doing it.
Hm.
Actually, that might be nice.
But I can't go back now.
I'd rather die than be casteless in Orzammar.
Oh.
Right.
Sorry.
But you have to admit, given the choice, a nice clean burial sounds pretty appealing, no?
I guess I'd rather be a useless lump of a dwarf out here than a useless lump of a dwarf back there.
You got something to say?
Are you sure you're fine with what happened with Branka?
So you're not broken up over it? 
In time, you'll remember the good parts, not the bad.
Maybe finding this Felsi will help you forget.
Ew.
No.
Stop talking now.
A tumble would probably do you some good. 
You think she'll be interested?
Oh, stop crying about it.
If there's any way I can help, let me know.
You're handling this well.
I imagine she wasn't that crazy when she left.
Why would she leave a prize bull like yourself?
Good.
I need you ready to fight, not pining over lost love.
How do you like the surface?
Do you ever want to go back there?
I don't find you useless, Oghren. 
Maybe you could try not to be useless anywhere.
That sounds like a fair outlook.
I bet.
I miss my home, too.
That place?
Orzammar was horrible!
Orzammar is a grand place.
I can see why you'd miss it.
Oh, get over it, you homesick little baby.
Nice of you, Warden.
But I know what side of the house the loo is on.
Hey, let's go find something to kill, huh?
All this talk makes my hands twitchy.
Y'know, I never thought of that.
You're a sodding great genius.
Aye, that's the one I'm sticking to. 
Well, aye.
You were royal.
Your brother might try and reinstate you, or something.
Wouldn't work that way for me, anyway.
Hm.
I suppose Harrowmont might try to get your title back, but I wouldn't bet on it.
Well, you were in the royal family.
Maybe the shapers can spew you some kind of excuse and give your title back.
You want to go back to where you eat trash and get beaten for walking on the wrong street?
You're crazier than I thought.
Heh.
I guess we're all a bunch of whimpering softies in the end.
Anyhow, let's keep moving.
If anyone finds out I was getting all mopey, I'd lose my reputation.
Aye, it was.
Still, I can't go back, even if I wanted to.
I'd rather be dead than be casteless in Orzammar.
When I was there, I thought it was a muck hole full of backstabbing tin-plated would-be tyrants.
I ought to cap your knees for that!
Aye, the surface is fine.
It's not quite Orzammar, but it's fine.
And you got me all misty again.
I'll just be over there, if you need something killed.
Aye, the surface is great.
It's like a big, bright world of filth without a ceiling.
My kind of place.
Aye, I do.
A bit.
A little bit.
What?
Miss Orzammar?
Are you mad, in addition to being ugly?
They treated me like a puddle-fly back there.
I'm never going back.
I'd love to go back and live there someday.
Do you miss Orzammar?
Enjoy your tainted mud, you poor sodding duster.
Is not so bad.
The dark and the burning keeps Ruck warm... warm like Mother's arms--
Get away from me, you sodding freak!
Look at him; he's like a pale mud-worm.
I am not what one would call a sympathetic man, but seeing him like this pains me.
He should've been sent to the mines.
Instead, he chose <emp>this</emp>.
I'd put him out of his misery.
Nothing?
He's less than nothing.
He's a... yeah, you're right.
He's not worth it.
He's almost a darkspawn himself, and you're just letting him...
He's nothing.
Don't let him upset you.
Bah.
Do what you want.
You'll do it anyway.
Sodding right, I'm right.
Now do it quick so we can get back to business.
We should at least put him out of his misery.
His mind is gone, and his body will soon follow.
I have seen victims of poisoning in better shape.
He may not live as we do, but that's no reason to kill him.
I guess you're right.
We'll just leave him here to his fate.
For Prince Bhelen!
For Lord Harrowmont!
You've left our city in ruins--die!
That is not my point.
He is no longer who he used to be.
If his sanity were intact, he wouldn't want this.
Enough.
I will not have you questioning my decisions.
You have coin, stranger?
With Orzammar closed off, old Tegrin can give you a discount.
Fine weapon and arms, dwarven-made.
There's two things I'm here for--travel or trade.
Understand?
Let's see this discount of yours.
What's going on in Orzammar?
Protect the keeper; we will not lose our history again!
Leave none of the tainted beasts alive!
You've helped us again, Warden.
May the wind be ever at your back.
The Spirit sends her greetings.
We will fight for you at the appointed time.
Hunt every last elf.
They must pay for their crimes!
<desc>Howls</desc>
So I am to follow you like a dog and have no say in what we do?
I see how it is.
Get your arses off of Bann Telmen's land.
We won't bend knee to Loghain.
I suppose you will do as you wish.
I hate to say it, but leaving him alive is crueler than just killing him.
Poor creature!
Such are the lengths to which our survival instinct drives us.
That's disgusting!
I'm not certain whether to fear or pity him.
Well, if you need to dispose of darkspawn bodies after the Blight...
Loghain is the regent, he demands your--
We're not Orlesian lick-spittles; we owe <emp>no</emp> man our allegiance.
Leave!
Take their lands by force, men.
Regent's orders.
Concentrate.
Like we practiced.
Now--fire!
I'm taking these apprentices to Redcliffe.
The first enchanter says you need every able-bodied mage for the war.
They're young, but capable enough--as you saw.
Will you stop eating?
I'm hungry.
Stuff your face at camp!
For now, watch the bloody road.
But we've been looking at the road for hours.
No travelers all day.
Will one of you pay attention?!
Hey, who's that?
Orzammar has heard your call.
We march for you, Warden!
Our tribe fights for you, Warden.
We travel the roads at the Lady's behest.
We fight for you, Warden.
Arl Eamons sends his regards, Warden.
We're trying to keep the roads clear and safe.
Oh, that is a horrible, horrible suggestion.
Really?
It might solve that world hunger problem you are always fretting about.
Go away!
Stop talking, stop!
No more noise!
Stay behind me, I'll protect you.
Please don't do anything to me.
I've only been trying to help.
Don't be scaring good Master Levyn.
He's saved us three times over!
Stay your current course, "Levyn." Redemption suits you.
Walk carefully, Jowan.
I'll be watching.
There's only one punishment for blood mages. <act>Attack</act>
Th--thank you, Warden.
I will.
I swear to you.
I... uhh... will.
I promise!
Everyone, let's move.
The Warden has more... important matters to attend to.
Blood mage?
Andraste's blood!
Even in the very bowels of the earth, we hear no end of this Chant.
And that is something to rejoice in, good sister!
If this Chantry could help just one person as much as it helped me, it's worth any trouble.
... isn't that the point?
We could <emp>all</emp> be figments of someone else's imagination.
Just players in a play?
Exactly.
You, I, everything--all a dream.
But whose dream?
And for whose amusement?
Some being of cosmic power... sublime, enlightened beings.
Ahem.
I still maintain they're... more enlightened than that.
If I ever come across one of them, I'll give them a what for.
What is your wish, kadan?
You called?
Ortan Thaig Chest
Cosmic power?
What, you're serious?
They thought of all this grit, all the war, they bloody thought of boils?
I got a boil the size of your nose on my big toe, and some "beings" are enjoying this?
Disturbed, sick bastards if you ask me.
I want to fly; make me fly!
I want a dolly, <emp>now</emp>!
Tell me a story.
Of darkspawn, darkness, and naughty bits.
No, no, no--I want a story about zombie kittens!
Don't let him get away!
Someone, help me!
Oww!
Whoever draws the axe from this tree stump--
Aye, it's wedged in there awful tight.
You, ser, see if you are the anointed one--destined to pull the axe from the stump!
You're bloody loony, you are.
She did it!
Maker be praised, she is the one you prophesied!
He did it!
Maker be praised, he is the one you prophesied!
You are destined to be the ruler of all Thedas!
Hail to the king!
What?
Pulling some half-drunk logger's axe from a tree is no basis for a system of government.
But the good ser has such a regal manner.
What?
How you mean?
For one thing, she hasn't got dung all over her.
For one thing, he hasn't got dung all over him.
Ah, that's a fair point.
You are destined to be the Ruler of all Thedas!
Hail to the queen!
What were you doing in that cage?
Why did you come to Ferelden?
What were you quoting earlier?
I wanted to discuss something you mentioned.
How did a child survive that?
The crater is still smoking.
It's a boy--five fingers, five toes, that's all that matters to me.
The Maker has answered our prayers!
Let's go home, Marta, and raise the tyke as our own.
Jon
Theoretical Scholar
The Magnificent Gaider
Hmph.
Let them worship whatever they like.
The Qun is the only way to enlightenment.
Your path is no truer than his.
If the Qun is the true path, why suppress the Chantry?
But Orzammar persists in worshipping its Paragons and forefathers, instead of the Maker.
Perhaps.
Each must find his own way to the truth.
If that's true, then he will come to it in time.
Bah.
You're both tedious; I'll hear no more of this.
False philosophies hinder his journey.
This chantry encourages faith in an unknown god instead of understanding oneself.
Are you saying you will help?
What do you need from me?
No, I was just talking with Sten.
There is nothing wrong with faith.
This is my decision to make.
There you are.
Wanted to talk to you.
You and I , we've...
You know how sometimes, you spend time with... people, and things...
Hm.
I--What?
Keep your hands where I can see 'em!
Sheesh, can't a man address a friend without getting all... weird?
Ha!
Well, I'll be shaved, skinned, and hung up to dry!
It's too soon, though, lady.
Too soon.
I just wanted to ask a favor.
I was thinking, I do know some people out here on the surface.
A person, actually.
Girl I knew in Orzammar.
Before I left, obviously.
Her name's Felsi.
She and I were... friends after Branka left for the Deep Roads.
I'm sure she's forgiven me by now.
Thought maybe I'd track her down.
See how she's been living.
Me?
Cheat?
Bah!
That iron-thighed shrew had left me long before.
And she cheated on me with that tramp Hespith!
I grant you, I didn't find out about that 'til after, but hey.
Truth is truth.
Oh, we coiled the ol' rope, if you know what I mean.
Oiled the mine shaft.
Rubbed the foreman's elbow.
There was this thing she did with a tube of rendered nug fat... what?
Stop looking at me like that.
Anyway, she left for the surface a year back, and I haven't seen her since.
Aye?
You are a true pal, Warden.
You know that?
Oh, aye.
I figured.
World in peril and all.
Still, if we happened to be nearby with a few moments to spare....
What?
Why are you asking me?
I didn't do anything.
Last I heard, she was going to live with her mother on the surface.
Near some... lake.
Cleanbad Lake, was it?
Ah, sod it, I don't remember.
Well and a good friend you are, Warden.
I'll think about you if we ever...
No, actually, that would be gross.
Now.
What was it you wanted to say?
Forget it yourself, you great dusted mud pile.
I'll find her on my own when we get through this.
Ach!
You suspicious sack of pebbles!
You always have to think the worst of someone.
Ach.
You whipped out the knife, didn't you?
Look.
Felsi and me, we didn't leave things on the best of terms.
She was jealous of Branka.
And she got to be controlling.
And Oghren was meant to be free.
Know what I mean?
Anyway, she couldn't handle everyone wishing they could be with me.
So she left.
Honest truth. 
Aye, well, you go ahead... wait, so we're going?
Well, it's my side of the story.
I don't give sod-all what you believe.
Good.
I just want to find her, that's all. 
There's some things I don't tell anybody.
Even my friends.
So.
Are we doing this or not?
Bleeding mud!
I'm just kidding with you.
You don't have to bring out the eyebrow.
It's all fine.
I'm sure she'll welcome us with open arms.
As long as there's a few things she's forgotten.
But I've forgotten most of it myself, so it should be fine.
Oh, aye, you got me there.
But this one's a gem, Warden.
You'll see.
It's dust underfoot, Warden.
Forget about it.
<desc>Whimpers</desc>
What?
You mean were we rutting?
Oh, aye.
After Branka left for the Deep Roads.
Name's Felsi, and she was a fiery one.
It'd be nice to talk to someone else who's been out here a while.
And not, you know, embroiled in a quest to save Ferelden from a thousand years of darkness or anything.
Someone else from Orzammar.
What are you now, the Warden of Love?
I'll do what I want.
Why wouldn't she?
Aye, well, let me go first.
Otherwise, I won't.
Aye.
Here we go. 
Oh, aye, you've got time to go off traipsing about after darkspawn, but you got no time for your pal Oghren, is that it?
Stone forbid I get in the way of your great, important quest, just to ask one little favor.
What about?
I love you, too, Oghren.
Spit it out, dwarf.
Who is she?
Wait.
You cheated on Branka?
What do you mean, you were "friends?"
You can stop now.
You're just making those up, aren't you?
Why did she leave?
Well, I think we might have time to find her for you.
There's no time for this, Oghren.
What is she doing on the surface?
We'll find her.
Cleanbad?
You mean Lake Calenhad?
We can go there.
Forget it, Oghren.
There's something here you're not telling me.
And here I thought we were friends.
Go on. 
I don't believe you.
I'll wait and hear her version of this.
Nug-spew.
I'm stunned.
Never mind.
I don't need to get into this.
If you have something to tell me, do it now.
That's because you're usually the worst.
We'll find this Felsi.
I promise.
We'll look for her if we have time.
Forget it, Oghren.
There's no time for this.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
Do you know how to find her?
Oghren, you dog!
A girl you knew, or a girl you <emp>knew</emp>?
And you want to go find her?
And how do you know this woman?
I don't think you should rush into something so soon.
And you think she wants to see you?
Take your time.
What is it?
Oh, by the Maker, we don't have time for this.
I had something to ask you.
I don't have time for that now.
Fine, Oghren, what is it?
Hmmm.
That smell... this is Antivan leather, isn't it?
I would know that anywhere!
Gloves?
You're giving me gloves?
What for?
And there it is.
Taliesen is dead, and I am free of the Crows.
Taliesen is dead, I assume.
He must be, or you would not have returned.
Then it is true...
I am free of the Crows.
I have come to a decision.
I think the time has come for me to go.
I do not know why I agreed to remain, for things have certainly become no more pleasant.
I take it you have found... another more compatible with your tastes?
Here... it seems an appropriate moment to give you this.
You wish to talk?
Ah, good.
I have a question for you.
You and Alistair are quite close, are you not?
I am curious as to the nature of your relationship.
You and Morrigan are quite close, are you not?
I am curious as to the nature of your relationship.
You and Leliana are quite close, are you not?
I am curious as to the nature of your relationship.
How well-versed are you in poetry?
Antivan poetry specifically.
I did not thank you.
It occurs to me now that you have freed me from the Crows, and yet I did not think to thank you for it.
I've a question, if I may.
Hmm.
I am reminded of this one evening in Antiva City, not so long ago.
I am yours.
You call?
What is your desire?
Hmmm?
Your wish?
What say you?
Oh?
This should be good.
What would you like to discuss?
I suppose you wish something?
Care to join me in my tent?
Care to tell me about that last mission now?
So tell me about your adventures.
So tell me more about your adventures.
Do you stare at everyone like that?
Why did you want to leave the Crows, exactly?
Do you actually enjoy being an assassin?
Tell me a little about Antiva.
What is your opinion of the Dalish?
I want to discuss something personal.
You must have quite a history.
With women, I mean.
You seem different now.
I want you to leave.
We need to end this.
Key
A rather fancy-looking heavy brass key.
I was just asking a favor.
You had to go all... <emp>that</emp> on me.
Am I?
I've forgotten.
A favor?
What is it?
There are not enough of you for all the alliances you make.
Bah.
Why are we even discussing this?
Fool's errand upon fool's errand, that is all it ever seems to get up to.
What are you doing?
You gave Lord Harrowmont your word!
My lady, you do not know Harrowmont as we do.
Long has he plotted to steal the throne from the Aeducans--
Oh?
You wish to know about Antiva, do you?
The only way to truly appreciate it would be to go there.
It is a warm place, not cold and harsh like this Ferelden.
In Antiva it rains often, but the flowers are always in bloom... or so the saying goes.
Every land has its assassins.
Some are simply more open about their business than others.
Now that Taliesen is dead, perhaps I could return... if I wished to.
Loving a place is not the same as never desiring to be elsewhere.
It is not really a matter of wanting to go back.
I cannot go.
At least not yet.
It is fine enough with its dogs and its mud.
The people are spirited even if they can't tell the difference between an assassin and a mere killer.
I hail from the glorious Antiva City, home to the royal palace.
It is a glittering gem amidst the sand, my Antiva City.
Do you come from someplace comparable?
Ahhh, yes, the city of lava and stone.
It, too, is beautiful in its way.
Sad that it will never see sunlight or smell the salt of the ocean, however.
And it's a fine enough city, I suppose.
Though it rather looks like someone spilled all the houses on top of a mountain and called it home, no?
Ah, yes, of course.
The wandering life of the Dalish!
That truly is better, I'm jealous.
Oh?
I have never seen that place.
I am sure it has its charms.
And its dogs. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
No?
That is too bad.
If you were, then surely you would spend as much time boasting about it as I do!
<desc>Laughs</desc> You have me there, indeed!
I, for one, can make no such claim as I never laid eyes on the woman!
Ahhh, for shame, my friend.
I only wished to poke fun at your homeland.
What other sport is there for a transplanted patriot?
Hmm.
You know what is most odd?
We speak of my homeland, and for all its wine and its dark-haired beauties and the lillo flutes of the minstrels...
I miss the leather the most.
I mean the smell.
For years I lived in a tiny apartment near Antiva City's leather-making district, in a building where the Crows stored their youngest recruits.
Packed in like crates.
I grew accustomed to the stench, even though the humans complained of it constantly.
To this day the smell of fresh leather is what reminds me most of home more than anything else.
Oh, not so long, I know.
It is my first time away from Antiva, however, and the thought of never returning makes me think of it constantly.
Ah, but it's not Antivan leather, is it?
I do not know what the Antivan tanners do that is different, but there is no leather more supple nor more fragrant.
It reminds me of all the idle pleasures I got up to in that little apartment... but yes, it's true.
There is no accounting for love.
Before I left, I was tempted to spend what little coin I possessed on leather boots I spotted in a store window.
Finest Antivan leather, perfect craftsmanship...
Ah, but I was a fool to leave them.
I thought, "Ah, Zevran, you can buy them when you return as a reward for a job well done!" More the fool I, no?
True, and it's a comforting thought.
There is plenty that you could discover about Antiva if you read some dusty old book.
Population, products, history... all these things, I am certain.
I can but offer you what it means to be Antivan.
If that is not enough, then ask me no more.
I can tell you nothing that you would not see if you went there yourself.
Ah, no.
It is I who should apologize.
I should not be so quick to take offense.
No, it is nothing.
Let us forget this conversation and move on.
Very well.
It is far easier simply to be silent.
Hmm.
Perhaps you are right.
I apologize if I seem agitated.
And there is no need for your questions.
Let us discontinue this discussion.
Yes.
And now here I am.
Indeed.
No Antivan boots for Zevran.
One simply never knows what is to come next.
How could I have suspected I would end up defeated by a beautiful Grey Warden, a woman who then spares my life?
I could not.
I say you are beautiful because it is true.
Should I not?
As you wish.
I apologize.
I'm not sure that's the route I would take, were I to continue old habits... but as you wish.
And glad I am to hear it.
One simply never knows what is to come next.
How could I have suspected I would end up defeated by a handsome Grey Warden, a man who then spares my life?
I could not.
Hm.
Perhaps that was a poor choice of words, true though it is.
Do you object?
One simply never knows what is to come next.
How could I have suspected I would end up defeated by a Grey Warden and then spared my life to fight the darkspawn?
I could not.
Even Grey Wardens who spare the lives of assassins? <desc>Chuckles</desc> Understood.
Quite right you are.
I see the Grey Wardens do not recruit fools.
I see the Grey Wardens look for very serious recruits.
Now, if it is all the same to you, I would prefer not to speak more of Antiva.
It makes me wistful and hungry for a proper meal.
<desc>Laughs</desc> It may as well be!
But not this once, no.
And it has assassins.
Don't you want to go back?
You don't like Ferelden?
I am from Orzammar, of course.
I am from Denerim.
My people have no cities.
I was born in Highever, in the north.
I'm not from any glittering gem, no.
Of course.
My mother was better than any gem.
Why?
You want to compare?
Don't be an idiot.
Now that is odd.
You sound like you've been away from home forever.
That's a little bizarre.
There's leather everywhere.
Really?
You smell a cesspool and think of home?
Your home is still there, Zevran.
I asked you about Antiva.
Not your leather fetish.
All right.
Sorry.
Be sensitive at your own peril.
There's no need to get upset.
The job being killing me, right?
No Antivan boots for you.
Now you're flattering me.
"Beautiful," is it?
You should not.
Don't bother.
I'm onto you.
No, by all means.
Is that supposed to be flattery?
"Handsome?"
Of course I object!
You're wasting your time, that's all.
Not at all.
It was just unexpected.
You need to make the most of where you are.
Don't make me change my mind.
Is that some kind of euphemism?
This I have to hear.
Just as your Prince Bhelen plotted to have his siblings killed and exiled?
It seems it is only Lord Harrowmont's influence that prevented him from profiting from his crime.
Keep your companion under control.
I would hate to see her thrown into the Deep Roads because of a... cultural misunderstanding.
Don't do this.
Your brother used you once; he will do so again.
Then you are a better person than I am.
Forgive him, yes, but from a distance.
Must you get so close?
And they say your prince killed his own brother and father.
He is still family.
I must find it in me to forgive him.
So... it's agreed then?
You will infiltrate Harrowmont's ranks for us?
You're right.
I shouldn't be so foolhardy.
Yes, if only to irritate you.
Fine.
If it will please you, I will not work with Bhelen.
I do not wish to argue this.
I made my decision.
Harrowmont seems an honorable man.
This Prince Bhelen will not even deign to speak with you.
Why should you help him?
I suppose I never considered that...
But he seems like a thoroughly loathsome individual.
I think you are making a mistake.
Working against him might harm Rica and my nephew.
It's my mistake to make, then.
I should not judge him before understanding him fully.
I didn't like Harrowmont that much.
I just want to explore my options.
Playing both sides?
Very clever.
Sitting, as you observed.
It's what you asked.
No, it's a choice, not a necessity.
That's not what I meant.
Do you have to be so literal?
Parshaara.
Was there anything else?
Are you going to answer my question?
You're impossible!
Fine, let's drop this for now.
To answer a question.
What was the question?
You came all this way for that?
I'm just keeping our options open.
I don't know enough about either to make a decision.
The arishok asked, "What is the Blight?" By his curiosity, I am now here.
For someone so dismissive of questions, you ask a great many.
What's an arishok?
Why would the qunari care about the Blight?
<desc>There are numerous papers here.</desc>
<act>Look through the papers.</act>
<act>Leave the papers alone.</act>
I am just being cautious.
I think it shows cunning and circumspectness.
This is how things are done in Orzammar.
It's politics.
You will have to choose eventually.
Then choosing one is the same as choosing the other.
What matters is having the courage to make the choice.
Obvious?
Hmph.
All that is obvious is that you're acting like a coward.
Isn't it obvious I've chosen to serve Bhelen?
The one who commands the antaam--the body of the qunari.
So he's your king?
Qunari have no kings.
Why does he care about the Blight?
Why do you?
Do you think the qunari live on some other world, then?
So if this Blight were in Orlais, it could consume the land with impunity?
Is it?
If the darkspawn are attacking Ferelden, doesn't that mean there are fewer preying on your own people?
Um, it could destroy the world?
Ferelden is my home.
It's a threat to Orzammar.
I'm a Grey Warden.
It's my job.
Exactly.
You don't ask.
Nor do I.
The arishok sends me, and I go.
Don't strain yourself pondering that.
I do not know why the arishok sent us.
He commands, and I go.
Little patience for endless questions.
A portion of it.
What do you have, then?
Did you find the answer to his question?
Then I'm a coward.
Now shut up.
I don't just bumble into things like you do.
We'll have to agree to disagree.
I know what I'm doing.
Don't worry.
I prefer to take a more cautious approach.
Were you not at Ostagar when the army was overwhelmed?
That is your answer.
What was the answer?
Don't you have to report back, then?
Then I suppose we should stick to supporting Harrowmont.
Very well, perhaps we should stick with Harrowmont.
And it was picked to be a Grey Warden... why?
When are you going to do that?
So what are you still doing here, then?
And you didn't take me?
What?
You scoping her for yourself?
Safe?
What kind of women do you think I--
Well, aye, Branka did try to trap us in the Deep Roads.
I see your point.
Ooh, I was hoping you'd say that.
Rumbling Stone, I've been looking forward to this.
Lead the way, Warden.
The Oghren Love Caravan is on the move!
What?
Are you sodding serious?
And I suppose you control my comings and goings, now?
Well, I won't distract you from your mission, but when this darkspawn business is over, you just wait.
I spoke with your friend Felsi.
I wanted to make sure it'd be safe to take you.
She doesn't seem interested in seeing you.
I'll take you there next chance we get.
I'm not taking you there.
Yes, I am.
You're not going to see her.
No, I'm kidding.
We'll go when we have a chance.
You ask me now?
Now that you have helped werewolves slaughter an entire clan?
So they did.
I'll not argue the point.
Still, it seems rather ghoulish to ask me so casually for an opinion while their corpses grow cold.
Do you feel a profound kinship to strange humans simply because they are human?
Why should we elves feel differently?
Do you feel a profound kinship to strange dwarves simply because they are dwarven?
Why should we elves feel differently?
You are elven, yourself.
Do you feel a profound kinship with all other elves, simply by virtue of their race?
Of course not.
Too many of our kind think we deserve pity simply because we have failed to defend ourselves.
More the pity you.
I would think not.
Since you ask so nicely, I will tell you.
And this is a simple answer, then: My mother was Dalish, or so I was told.
I know little else about her, but it occurs to me that any of these elves you've slain could have been family.
Though I doubt that matters at all to you.
But such is how it goes, is it not?
Do not dwell on it further, for I shall not.
I don't.
Had they been stronger, they would have survived.
It is simple enough.
So just the Dalish in general as opposed to the ones we have actually met, hmm?
Yes, I see.
I know little enough of the Dalish other than the fact that my mother was one.
Or so I was told.
She had fallen in love with an elven woodcutter and accompanied him back to the city, leaving her clan behind for good. 
And there, of course, the woodcutter died of some filthy disease and my mother was forced into prostitution to pay off his debts.
Oldest tale in the book.
Is it?
It seemed normal enough a tale growing up, no different than the other elven boys in the whorehouse.
How should I know?
My mother was a whore, as you'll recall.
None of the other elven boys in the whorehouse knew their fathers.
I was not so unusual.
A Dalish whore, thank you very much.
It was my sole distinction amongst the other elven boys in the whorehouse.
I didn't know my mother, either, of course.
She died giving birth to me.
My first victim, as it were.
We were all raised communally by the whores.
It was a happy enough existence, ignoring the occasional beating, until eventually I was sold to the Crows.
I brought a good price, so I hear.
Ah, compassion and beauty both in the same woman.
It is a delight, truly, though what you say is unnecessary even if it is appreciated.
That's very kind of you to say, but it is not necessary.
My original point is that my mother's Dalish nature was always a point of fascination for me.
Through all the years of my Crow training, the one thing of my mother's that I possessed was a pair of gloves.
They were of Dalish make, I knew that much, and beautiful.
I had to keep them hidden, of course, as we were not allowed such things.
Eventually they were discovered, and I never saw them again.
I don't feel anything about them.
Oh, we heard about them in the city, even deep in Antiva.
I even had the notion once to run off and join them.
Naturally the reality did not live up at all to the fantasies I had constructed as a boy, staring at those gloves.
But such is life.
Come... enough talk of the Dalish.
Let us move on.
Oh, there has been plenty.
To tell the truth, it is because I expected nothing more.
Still, even I eventually thought that it would be better for me if I ran off to join the famous Dalish when one of their clans drew near Antiva City.
Not at all.
I think of myself as Antivan.
Still, that did not stop me from running off to join a clan when it drew near Antiva City, once.
I suppose you would.
I'd always wanted another.
In fact, I ran off to join a clan once when they drew near Antiva City, thinking that there I would find my true calling.
It could have been much worse.
Shall I tell you about what happened to the other whorehouse boys who did not fetch a decent price with the Crows?
Surely your life has not been so idyllic?
People like you and I are not the product of happy lives of contentment, after all.
Are we so different, you and I?
Buffeted by the winds of fate, brought to this point by both circumstance and excellence?
No?
I wonder if those you have killed would say otherwise.
But no matter.
If you wish to look at things on the surface, by all means.
No matter.
Hmm.
Is the thought that you have arrived here solely out of self-determination better, I wonder?
No matter.
Oh?
You are too kind.
The werewolves deserved their revenge.
Do you feel that way because they're elven?
Don't you?
You're right.
I apologize.
It was a simple question.
I wouldn't have thought you'd have a problem with murder.
I wasn't asking just about the one clan.
Zevran, that's horrible!
Was the woodcutter your father?
So you're an assassin and a son of a whore.
I'm so sorry for you, Zevran.
What does this have to do with the Dalish?
But how do you feel about the Dalish in general?
Has there been no joy in your life at all?
But you don't think of yourself as Dalish.
I know the sort of gloves you speak of.
And yet you're oddly cheerful about it all.
You can say that again.
I am nothing like you.
You'd compare my life to yours?
I am no murderer.
I am human, and noble.
I am dwarven, and noble.
I don't believe in fate.
Well, I can see you're right on top of that.
Another visitor in my stall.
Enjoy browsing my wares.
Ominous Door
Before the siege.
After the siege.
I cannot go home.
It doesn't matter now.
Well, you can stay with us.
My cousin and I have trade connections all along the seaways.
We have furniture, silks, carvings, and much more.
Cesar handles the trade stock.
I handle other affairs.
Business deals, meetings.
Cesar makes it so I'm free of the day-to-day concerns of our store.
What affairs are those?
You aren't from Ferelden, are you?
What stories do you have of Antiva?
Hmm...
No, not yet.
Perhaps one day.
Luck be to you, Warden.
...Thank you.
Can we move on?
We keep the darkspawn waiting.
Lets go.
No, I am not.
I am a trader at heart.
My home is the road.
But I was born past the Waking Sea in Antiva.
It has been many, many years since I have seen her.
But the road... is a better mistress than my home city ever was.
On the docks of Rialto life is cheap.
As cheap as the dockside ale and the soiled whores.
You can live a longer life out here, and a wise man can make a comfortable fortune in time.
It is not wise to speak of the House of Crows.
Their eyes are everywhere, and their talons are sharp.
I fear this conversation has tired me.
Good day.
Do you know any tales of the Crows?
Straightforward, predictable danger is refreshing to me.
Any moment in Rialto the streets can run red, and often do.
I'd take darkspawn any day.
At least you can see them coming.
With the Blight, Ferelden isn't exactly safe, either.
Master trader Ignacio, at your service, good ser.
What sort of goods do you have?
You've returned, Warden.
I heard it in passing.
It is said there are few secrets in the market.
I never said I was a Warden.
The Qun.
The path to wisdom.
I am not surprised you don't recognize it.
Aren't we all?
I mean you no harm; that should be enough.
You're hiding something.
I'm afraid my appetite for conversation has waned.
Personally, I would never dream of it.
Don't cross me, trader.
We can talk more later.
Pardon, I meant no offense.
Aye.
All right, then.
Then turn around and stop bothering me.
Nothing, actually.
Irrefutable evidence?
Which I suppose <emp>you</emp> have?
When before the siege?
When after the siege?
Before the rats.
After the rats.
Talking to mother.
Talking to Fergus.
After collecting mother.
Finding Ser Gilmore.
Finding Father.
As I was saying, we have evidence of Harrowmont deceiving certain nobles.
You here about a note?
Maybe we have some things we can talk about.
Just see the conversation stays civil.
If this is a trap...
Zevran, is it?
You are Taliesin's responsibility.
Other Crows may try to kill you, but in my eyes, you're already dead.
So you are of no notice.
But the Warden here, she is of great interest to me.
But the Warden here, he is of great interest to me.
You are of great interest to me.
Curiosity.
Perhaps some intelligence.
Who do you blame for a death--the sword or the swordsman?
Crows are swords--instruments used by someone else for their own reasons.
So one of our swords is hired out.
He and his employees will do their job or die trying.
But the Crows as a whole have no bias.
I can't stress enough that I wasn't hired to do anything.
An associate was, and he's failed--and failed badly.
I'd like to see you do any better.
Do you take me for a fool?
That's a contract I'd never take.
Ahem.
And you're not?
I suspect we leave far fewer bodies in our wake than you do.
Usually the people we kill deserve it.
Ahem, hypothetically speaking, of course.
Give me one reason I shouldn't kill you.
But you were hired to kill me.
You're murderers.
I'm listening.
A client can always hire more... help.
If the job isn't done the first time.
But I'm hoping we can make sure that doesn't happen.
No more words.
Draw steel and fight. <act>Attack</act>
I've only heard of the one time the entire House of Crows was hired for a job.
A princely sum changed hands and an entire noble family died.
Not one soul survived.
Zevran, is this true?
What is the Qun, exactly?
And you have it memorized?
Well, I'd know wisdom if I heard it.
That's a very... direct question.
On the whole I don't like direct questions.
Ferelden is a busy place: Blight, civil war, other mayhem.
Lots of people not getting along.
You're an Antivan Crow?
A man's word is vital in any profession, especially delicate ones.
Something like that.
So you're the ones trying to kill me?
How can I trust you?
So honor amongst thieves?
Sometimes they <emp>really</emp> don't get along.
Maybe want to do something about it.
The people that handle that sort of thing can get real busy.
Sounds very noble.
But everything's a matter or perspective, right?
And none of those perspectives matter to a grieving widow.
Death follows certain souls; you cannot deny that.
I am <emp>not</emp> a murderer.
I fight for a cause.
It takes time to do a good job--pride in your work and all--but customers have expectations.
Not many people to turn to if you're short-staffed in some lines of work.
You could say that.
Not many people we can turn to.
So someone that's crossed our path and lived... well, maybe they could help out.
Make some coin.
Everyone wins.
I... ahem... see.
Then we are wasting time.
No offense meant.
Talk to Cesar back at our stall if you want to buy something.
No hard feelings, right?
Go on.
So you're hiring help?
You're tragically mistaken if you think I'm an assassin.
Not interested, don't contact me again.
I was afraid of that.
Get the Warden, men!
Ask a tamassran: they know how to explain things to children.
It is not for me to teach the Qun.
Don't you learn the things your priests teach?
Perhaps there's trouble with your ears, then.
<desc>Chuckle</desc> And this is to be your king?
One who cannot keep his own men from running like frightened children?
Lord Harrowmont does not use threats or intimidation to motivate his men.
He leads by example.
Ah, I see.
So it's his example they follow as they cower from this Prince Bhelen?
How dare you slander Lord Harrowmont!
Why should we ally ourselves with someone too scared even to grant us an audience?
Your snide comments are not helping.
Speak, then.
You said something earlier about mages?
What was that about children?
What did you mean about human wisdom?
What did you mean about fiends in Seheron?
We have no mages such as you do.
We have beasts in the shape of men, who perform tricks.
Perhaps if humans sought wisdom beyond the walls of chantries, they might find it now and then.
Ours wear the faces of men.
Magic is more than tricks.
That's enough for now.
You'd be nervous if someone was out to get you.
I suppose not everyone can face death as undaunted as an Antivan, it's true.
If the price is right, I'm interested.
True.
I suppose it is also horror and perversion.
Why don't you have mages?
Beasts can't do magic.
We have mages.
We simply don't have the sort you do.
I hand you a scroll.
You read it, you learn about someone interesting.
If you find out something happens to him, something unfortunate, then if we talk again I give you money for "letting me know."
You don't like what's on the scroll, don't do anything.
Maybe he has an accident and someone else tells me all about it.
How does this work, then?
You can never be too careful.
Can you blame someone for being circumspect?
Why all the innuendo?
We both know what this is about.
Say, "no," when you mean it.
Lies are weak weapons.
Then you shouldn't be surprised.
That explains much.
Not word-for-word.
If I do this for you, I want no more Crows after me.
Someone <emp>is</emp> out to get me, unless you've forgotten.
Were I you I would seek a stronger king than this Harrowmont.
That I cannot do.
One master has a contract on you. 
But if you help us out, maybe if that master asks for help he'll just get silence, yes?
Hand me the scroll.
Enjoy your last breath; you'll murder no one else. <act>Attack</act>
Some men act the part of beasts.
Magic's not entirely evil, you know.
Then you agree to fight in Harrowmont's name?
There you go.
Makes for fine reading.
You're a cautious little weasel, Ignacio; what's your angle?
If you're playing us false...
My dance is not for you.
I need to be real... honest sometimes.
And I can say I haven't asked anyone to do <emp>anything</emp>.
I've just given someone something interesting to read.
And you think that will save your hide when they nail it to a wall?
You're already dead in my eyes, whoreson, take care that I don't "learn" otherwise.
If that's all, luck be to you.
A little bird told me one of Loghain's friends had an accident.
Terribly unfortunate.
You might want to look in the chest behind me.
There might be something of interest.
We've talked enough.
Everything you need to know is on the scroll.
Tsk.
You look so tired, my dear.
It is all this constant walking and fighting.
I think I know what you need.
A little late for that, I should think.
Mmm, I'm thinking more drastic measures are called for, in fact.
Oh?
Is that a challenge I hear?
My thought is this: We retire to your tent and I show you the sort of massage skills that one only learns growing up in an Antivan whorehouse.
Do you see me laughing?
This need be no complex thing.
You are a beautiful and fascinating woman.
I am... well, I am who I am.
Is there any reason not to enjoy each others' company?
Now here I thought we had gotten past that.
Taliesen is dead, and there is no more benefit to my killing you.
Surely you understand that?
Now here I thought we had gotten past that.
Must you be so distrustful?
Can I not be forgiven my past, mm?
I see.
Well, there's no arguing with that, is there?
I apologize if my offer was... inappropriate.
Ah, my mistake.
Say no more, then.
I take it all back.
Why?
Because you are a man?
Surely we are past such superficial definitions.
We travel together, do battle together... is there any reason we may not also take pleasure in each others' company?
If you mean to ask whether or not there might be more than a massage involved, allow me simply to say that you won't be disappointed with any of the techniques I've picked up over the years.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> What is there to fear, my Grey Warden?
You deserve a little fun, do you not?
If you're not of a mind, however, it is no tragedy.
Oh, <emp>that</emp>.
Bashful, are we?
As you wish.
Then why are we still talking?
A willing victim it is.
And if I might ask, if the opportunity to proceed past the massage should present itself...?
Tsk.
Look at you.
Your weary stance, the dark circles under your eyes.
Poor man, all this constant walking has gotten to you.
Do you know what you need?
A horse?
A good night's rest, maybe.
Well I doubt you can give it to me.
Oh?
This I have to hear.
You must be joking.
How about the fact that you're an assassin?
I still don't trust you.
It doesn't matter.
A great many reasons, actually.
There is someone else.
You have the wrong idea about me.
Are you suggesting what I think you are?
Zevran, I... don't know about this...
We're not exactly alone...
Not here, not now.
No, I'm definitely of a mind.
That sounds good to me.
I'll leave that up to you.
It won't.
Ever.
Trust me.
I'm sure I'll think of something.
Surely, you don't mean Bhelen.
Meh.
Have it your way.
Zevran, you're right.
I'll have nothing to do with my treacherous brother.
The deal is off. <act>Attack</act>
Another time.
No.
I will throw my lot in with Harrowmont.
I'm sorry, but I cannot support you.
Bhelen seems strong, but also cruel.
I will not help him.
"As a fish stranded by the tide knows the air or a drowning man knows the sea, so does a mage know magic."
Don't you think that view is a little harsh?
Why have magic at all, if it's so evil?
Everything is dangerous in excess.
Knowledge is not as deadly as ignorance.
We live in the world, and magic is part of it.
One might as well reject the sky.
What do fish have to do with this?
Most humans treat my people like your casteless.
Things are hardly equal on the surface.
But there are those like you who see this with concern, no?
Can you have just a little drowning?
Some things come only in excess.
Knowledge is one-half of wisdom.
But there are many things that can only be known too late.
Parshaara.
Are we going to fight the darkspawn, or chatter until they grow bored and leave?
What sort do you have?
Why do you have different mages than we have?
I assure you, that desire will depart the moment you arrive.
I can't even imagine...
Ah, well.
You can't blame a man for trying, can you?
Never fear.
Another time will always present itself.
Ever the evasive one, hmm? <desc>Chuckles</desc> Another time then.
If you're lucky.
See?
I knew this would happen eventually.
I should have warned you right from the moment you refused to kill me.
It was inevitable.
It's true.
They used to issue warnings about me at the Antivan border.
Ah, the good old days.
So, then.
As the priestess so famously said to the handsome actor: What now?
O-ho!
Why aren't you the saucy little minx, then?
I've been used and I wasn't even aware of it.
A masterpiece!
O-ho!
Such subtlety in your seductive charms that I was not even aware of them.
A work of art in motion, perhaps?
Ouch!
A fatal blow!
Straight to the pride!
I may never recover, alas.
Ahhh, so it is time for that already, is it?
Very well, my luscious and somewhat naughty paramour. <desc>Chuckles</desc> What is on your mind?
Very well, my brave and conquering hero. <desc>Chuckles</desc> What is on your mind?
No.
This is not going to happen.
Ever.
Let's not go there, shall we?
You're practically a public menace.
Here I thought I seduced you.
Too bad it wasn't more enjoyable, then.
We should probably talk...
I had another question.
What do you mean, your mages are beasts?
Is there a problem here, friend?
Are these men threatening you?
Are you calling me a beast?
Maybe we should stop talking about this.
Find everything you need?
Payment?
Oh, just make sure you drop by from time to time.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
Deal?
Uh...
I don't know what you mean.
But if anything interesting happens, feel free to come back.
And consider that chest yours.
I never said that.
I'm just curious about various people in your kingdom.
And sometimes I seem to misplace large pouches of coin, I'm quite careless that way.
All right, yes.
You kill them, look in the bleeding chest.
Happy?
Everything clear?
Now if you don't mind.
The payment was sufficient.
Same deal with the other scrolls?
So if I kill them, the payment will be in the chest?
You do mean what I think you mean?
We're good.
Our mages are controlled to do less harm than yours.
They have their tongues cut out, and are kept in pens.
You can't demand payment!
Don't be cruel!
No, the Deep Roads are dangerous.
If I had anything of worth--
If I could have a moment...?
For the same reason that we do not light our own houses on fire, or invite locusts into our fields.
You've been busy, traveling all over... and such tragic news you keep bringing.
I was wondering if you'd check up on one more person.
I'm sure you'll find this scroll quite interesting.
I heard there was quite a scuffle in the alley ways.
Well done, Warden.
My superiors want me to convey their thanks.
The Crows aren't accepting any new contracts on you.
And when this Blight ends, we'd love you to visit Antiva to discuss other... opportunities.
I did what I had to do.
But there's no more need for word games.
You willing to talk straight with me now?
The civil war brought many old grudges to a boil.
You'll be pleased to know that those contracts helped your own cause--some more directly than others.
After all, it is not in the Crows' best interest that the archdemon wins.
For a time we thought that Loghain was the only man for the job.
But that's before we got to know you.
It was too late then, of course, Taliesin had already accepted a contract.
Even now, until you kill all of Taliesin's men you will have to fight my brothers.
Just remember our offer.
We could really use someone with your talents.
Who contracted all the assassinations?
Then why were you trying to kill me before?
Our business is done here.
It's time for me to take a vacation.
Cesar has a special stock of wares that might interest you.
It was a pleasure working with you, Warden.
Luck be to you.
Ahhh...
I was hoping you wouldn't do that.
Kill the Warden.
I have no more use for you, then.
Prepare yourself. <act>Attack</act>
Just visit us in Antiva when all is said and done.
And I was expecting the same.
But our order has survived the centuries because we <emp>always</emp> uphold our deals.
Any chance I can join the Crows?
I was expecting to be double-crossed.
Like I said, sending Zevran after you was nothing personal.
We've determined you are a far better ally than an enemy.
Mages are perfectly civilized people.
That says a great deal about what you think is civilized.
You have your moments.
Are you sure you want to say that to my face?
Moments where I am a beast, or moments when I'm not?
Without constructive criticism, how will you improve?
One would imply the other.
...You even talk about <emp>not talking</emp>?
During the siege.
Thank you, King Harrowmont.
Perhaps your rule will mark a new era for Orzammar.
Just give her the blasted thing!
She's confused... maybe once she calms down, we can talk to her!
It is powerful, yes, but at far too high a price!
Can't you see she's dangerous?
We have to destroy the Anvil, Branka.
Allow me to make it simple for you, my Grey Warden.
What comes next is entirely up to you.
I was raised to take my pleasures where they could be found, for they do not come very often.
I shall ask nothing more of you than you are willing to give.
One might look at it that way.
Is this so terrible?
I was born of a whore and bred as an assassin.
All I know is of pleasure and death.
What room is there in these things for love?
I must admit, we have come very far from those early days when I tried to kill you and you decided not to kill me... fate is such a tricky whore, isn't she?
At any rate, we should be on our way.
A new day awaits us, or so the rumor goes.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Why should anything change?
Hmm.
This is true.
Seducing the assassination target is a sound tactical choice.
Do you know there are poisons that I can ingest which would be harmless to me and yet be already killing you as we speak?
As am I.
It is a very serious business.
Are we not past this?
Tsk.
I thought we were.
No, by all means.
I tried to kill you.
Why would it not at least cross your mind?
Allow me to say this: I am no longer in the business of attempting to kill you.
Not only would it gain me little at this point, it also happens to be <emp>incredibly hard</emp>.
But even so, is it not a little late for such suspicions?
The die is cast, so to speak.
And cast rather well, I might add.
I cannot say that I am surprised.
I was raised to be open-minded on such matters, but...
I understand that it is not so with everyone.
I shall treasure the short time we had together then and be satisfied that this is all it may be.
Let us be on our way, shall we?
A new day awaits.
No, I... no.
I mean no offense, I simply... no.
No.
No, I do not think so.
Surely there is something else on your mind other than that?
Oh?
Is there something in your tent that needs assassinating?
That is my speciality, or so I'm told.
Ha!
And what would we do there?
I seem to recall hearing this offer before.
I was about to ask you the same thing.
So... easy come, easy go?
And what about love?
That sounds fine by me.
I think it's best to end this here.
Now we go on as before.
Was this a one-time thing?
How do I know this isn't part of your plan?
I am serious.
Is that a denial?
I can't tell.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have brought that up.
You're right.
I guess it is too late.
I can't accept that.
This can't happen again.
So what does this mean, then?
Does this change anything?
This doesn't change anything.
You know that, right?
I need to know what this means.
This can't happen again.
You're back.
You need something?
If you have coin, welcome to our shop...
If not, move along.
Too many refugees blocking customers.
I didn't think so, ser.
Too much flesh on the bones.
You walk tall, proud--not hunched.
Sad times in Ferelden.
Oh, yes, yes.
Look over here.
Better trade cities to the north, but plenty good trade here.
Now with war and blight, business is bad.
I'm not a refugee.
Have anything for sale?
Master Ignacio mentioned your "special" stock.
Know anything special about Denerim?
I don't know what you mean.
You should keep your voice down.
People might get the wrong idea.
You work with the Crows?
Hail, traveler.
I don't suppose you've seen anyone suspicious on the road?
Or nearby?
Any people that didn't fit in?
My pardon, I am Ser Mitteran of the Templars.
Now, my question?
The war is hard on us all, of course.
But I'm not looking for refugees.
...I see. 
The roads are full of unfortunates.
Be more specific.
No one out of the ordinary.
Have you seen anyone peculiar?
Ask someone else, I've my own matters to attend to.
I'm afraid, I have to insist.
This is Chantry business, it's important.
More important than the Blight?
Out of my way.
I've seen no one.
Pester someone else.
: How dare you--
Out of my way.
Now.
Why don't qunari raise their own children?
No, no, she's not hiding anything.
If you do see anyone suspicious, please contact me.
No, no, he's not hiding anything.
If you do see anyone suspicious, please contact me.
The Blight?
My business may also relate to it.
There is an abandoned campsite well-off the road.
Have you no desire to discover this anvil's potential?
It is a marvel, a tool of creation!
Living souls suffer all the time.
Peasants working the land are trapped, but we do not go about destroying farmland, do we?
My brethren and I are pursuing cultists--Cultists of the Old Gods.
A reliable source indicated some cultists were bound for Gherlen's Pass.
Potentially.
And that relates to the Blight?
The Cultists worship the ancient gods--the same old gods which darkspawn corrupt and turn into Archdemons.
But it's possible they are related.
Their purpose is unknown to me, but I doubt the timing is mere coincidence.
We've got a bigger problem than cultists--the Blight.
I'll let you know if I see anything.
What would the cultists be doing over here?
The Anvil's power goes against everything I know to be right.
I find it hard to believe, as well.
Their transformed gods, the Archdemons, have wrought untold misery on the land.
Yet they believe.
And they are operating here.
People still worship the Old Gods?
Janar Armorers
Your help would be appreciated.
Is there?
Thank you, this might be helpful.
It's a distinct possibility.
Few camp far from the road without reason.
Do you think the campsite could be theirs?
If I see anything else, I'll let you know.
Go with the Maker.
Nothing, really.
We've only recently arrived.
Master Ignacio or Cesar would know more.
Can I do anything to help?
What do you know of the area?
If you see anything suspicious, let me know.
There are cultists here, and I know their plans must be nefarious.
No one should be given dominion over another's soul.
If anyone should know that best, it is a golem.
I'd like to know more about you.
Then I will destroy it.
It will forge no more souls.
Cultists attacked me in the eastern hills.
Strangely garbed men attacked me in the eastern hills.
This is what we've been waiting for!
I do not mean to appear ungrateful, but I could use further assistance.
Of course.
Go with the Maker.
If the pay is right, I might be interested.
Too many things need my attention.
My Templar brethren and I have been looking many days for Cultists of the Old Gods--and it seems you've found them.
I will send patrols to investigate immediately.
We are here to thwart whatever the cultists are planning.
Our efforts are hindered because we have no idea of what that is.
Capturing and interrogating a cultist is not effective--pain and death matter little to a true believer.
That's not a risk I'm willing to take.
She's obsessed, beyond redemption.
All right, Oghren, we'll give her a chance with it.
She's not the Branka you know; now stand aside!
We are not without our resources, payment can be arranged.
So instead we must rely on cunning.
Do you have time to help us now?
Not yet.
This sounds dangerous.
What's your plan?
You're back.
Have you uncovered their plans?
And it is.
But you've roamed the hills of Gherlen's Pass--for what reason I cannot guess.
What I'm asking, I believe you can do.
We need someone to surreptitiously uncover their plans--via disguise or stealth--and then report their plans back to us.
We are good warriors, but this would be beyond us.
From a cultist--if you give us time, we may be able to provide you one.
Any luck finding a cultist disguise?
Where do I get the disguise?
Hmph.
So the drunkard has some use after all.
One of our patrols came across three cultists.
One of their outfits was left in reasonable condition.
Here.
Not yet.
Perhaps later.
It's probably faster for you to find one yourself.
The Templars have been hunting them for centuries.
Cultists seldom commit anything to paper.
They're cautious, cunning, and above-all patient adversaries.
Isn't there another way to find their plans?
You could rival the Maker Himself with this instrument!
...will be here, and then our prayers will be answered!
You've seen the summoning circle, haven't you?
It is a thing of beauty.
The ancient tongue is scrawled upon it.
Can the Horned One truly guide us to Razikale?
So sayeth the Illuminated One in the Ritual of the Cloaked Sun.
It will be so!
And so shall it be!
...Will I be part of the ritual?
If you are deemed worthy the Eldest will call you below.
Pray to Razikale, and he may let you behold the Horned One!
Maker's blessings upon you.
It just seems a waste to destroy the Anvil, given what it could do.
They are Razikale cultists working to summon the Horned One.
Razikale?
The Old God of Mystery...
This Horned One is undoubtedly a demon of some sort.
We cannot allow them to bring this evil into the world!
If you destroy the Anvil, I swear you will regret it.
And how would you like to become a golem?
Why would they summon a demon?
The teachings of the Old Gods have always been anathema to those who walk in the Maker's light.
Over the long centuries their lore has become even more tainted.
Demons will say anything, promise anything in order to enter our world.
Undoubtedly.
And as dangerous as the Horned One is, if he can truly lead them to Razikale...
Instead of facing one Archdemon, we would be facing *two*.
So this Horned One seeks to use them?
Persuasive as always.
Our cause is too important to lose it.
Then I suppose I will regret it.
A fair point.
Our cause is too important to lose this.
No, I've made up my mind.
As befits the God of Mystery--hardly anything.
The Old Gods are the most ancient of beings, and it is said that even the other gods feared Razikale.
Some say he created magic itself and taught ancient Tevinter his lore in exchange for worship.
The Razikale Cult has not been seen for hundreds of years.
What's known about Razikale?
Don't qunari have places of worship?
And I suppose you think the qunari have found wisdom?
We must stop them.
Of that we're agreed.
I will send all of my brothers ahead.
We need to find this underground summoning circle of theirs, and defeat the cultists.
Men, let us depart now!
Thank you for all your help.
Brothers, let us go--we must find this summoning circle!
We came across this.
The rope leads into ruins below--the cultists must be there.
You are welcome to join us, we will hunt the cultists together!
I harbored doubts about you, stranger.
I thought your information too convenient, your arrival too timely.
I feel shamed by those doubts now.
We all owe you.
It's wise to be cautious.
Fool!
You would not dare!
Now let's not be unreasonable.
You wouldn't do <emp>that</emp>, surely.
Wouldn't you like to become a big stone machine?
Wouldn't I, if I cared only for power?
I thank you for your kind words.
I thank you for your understanding.
You've risked much helping us, your demands are fair.
This is for all you have done for us.
But now, we must go.
We must return to the nearest Circle and see what else we can do.
The Blight approaches.
Maker's blessings to you!
I couldn't have won here without you.
You do owe me.
A lot.
What matters is we won here.
I would rather not find out.
Fine, destroy it if it pleases you.
All right, all right.
Perhaps destroying it <emp>is</emp> a good idea.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You think empty threats will make me sympathize with these stone men?
Ha!
Then I'd be as hard as a rock all the time. <desc>Laughs</desc> See?
There is a bright side to everything, huh?
You will never understand.
I must destroy the Anvil.
It is this hubris that drove the Maker from us!
Even the best of tools may be misused.
This is a thing of blood magic, of destruction!
Qunari do not worship.
True, wisdom comes from the ancestors, not some song.
Wisdom is the province of the gods, not men.
What makes you think we haven't?
Where else would you find wisdom, if not the Chant?
But you have priests.
Then what do you know about wisdom?
A pity that only your dead are enlightened.
I suppose that philosophy explains why ignorance is so prevalent among men here.
Sometimes creation involves the destruction of one thing to make way for another. 'Tis a law of nature that death is the parent to life.
That question was a good indicator.
Try looking for it.
The dwarf woman has madness for her excuse.
What's yours?
The Qun is a path one follows, not a chain that binds.
Doesn't the Qun force others into service?
Why do the Tal-Vashoth fight you?
I misspoke.
They are not beasts.
Beasts learn, eventually.
It obviously didn't work for you.
Isn't it the nature of a wound to bleed?
Then I suggest we move on.
Farmers don't toil in the fields for all eternity.
That's hardly a valid comparison!
You must destroy the Anvil, while you have the chance.
As long as it exists, one day you... or I, may fall under the hammer.
Remember that.
Do you feel homesick for Orzammar yet?
On second thought, maybe some other time.
Look at it.
It was worth it.
All of it.
The Anvil is everything I thought it would be.
Work, work, work.
Hmm.
That's quite an offer, especially from such a beautiful woman... if we are both speaking of the same thing.
Hmm.
That's quite an offer, especially coming from another man... if we are both speaking of the same thing.
On the odd occasion, yes.
Now this is intriguing.
Whatever would we need such privacy to... talk about?
Tactics?
Poison recipes?
The Midsummer dance?
Indeed it wouldn't. <desc>Yawns</desc> But I am so tired.
If it's a simple talk perhaps we can have it in the morning?
Forgotten about which part?
Ahhhh, I see... the part where I am an assassin once engaged in the task of seeking your life.
Yes, the privacy of your tent would indeed be an excellent place to further my fiendish goals.
How lucky you are to have eluded me so.
No!
You don't say?
That's right!
I wouldn't have noticed that little detail.
Whatever could it mean?
Now, now, you're the one that brought this up.
It's not every day that a man receives this sort of invitation, after all.
As the wise man once said: Ask, and you shall receive.
<desc>Laughs</desc> It's true.
That phrase may even become my epitaph one day.
And here I thought it might be a Grey Warden thing.
Ah, very well.
Are we still speaking of your tent?
If so, I'd be happy to oblige, providing a few rules of engagement are agreed upon.
Well, let's see.
If we're going to tumble, let's even things up a little.
Hand-to-hand combat, no armor, no clothing... wearing nothing but our sweat.
What do you say?
Why, yes, ma'am!
I should warn you, however, that I've never succumbed to interrogation.
Not even by attractive women like yourself.
You may be forced to resort to other measures.
Why, yes ser!
I should warn you, however, that I've never been known to succumb to an interrogation.
You may just have to beat it out of me.
Creatively.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> As you wish.
Should you change your mind... well, you do know where I sleep.
Truly?
Then we could be in for a long night.
I was never very good with figures.
I would have made a terrible merchant.
Did I say that?
I didn't say that.
You are such a tease.
Well all right.
It does make one wonder why you keep making the offer, however.
I bet you're good at a lot of things.
I suspect we are.
Does this coy thing work for you much?
No.
We're not.
I just want to talk to you... in private.
You'll find out.
Just get in the tent.
No questions.
It wouldn't be private if we talked about it here.
Be coy, then.
In your own tent.
I don't just want to talk.
Hm.
I'd forgotten about that part.
Except that it was my idea to start with.
Let's just forget about it.
You never know when to let it go, do you?
No.
I said forget it, and I meant it.
Fine.
Get in my tent.
No more questions.
I want to get to know you.
Intimately.
If you'd like to take another shot at it, feel free.
Which rules of engagement might those be?
I think that could be managed.
I set the rules, here.
Get in my tent.
No questions.
All right.
The moment has passed.
Forget it.
That's... not what I had in mind.
I was only joking, really.
Just forget it.
I'm sure we could figure something out.
Enough with the coy bit.
Get in the tent.
Fine, if you don't <emp>want</emp> to...
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I was thinking a warm body next to mine might be even better.
Hm.
That is rather final, isn't it?
So be it.
Spoilsport.
Have it your way.
Then get a thicker blanket.
Not interested.
Oh?
Well why didn't you say so?
This isn't the time.
So will you tell me now why you were caged?
And the caravan is missing?
It's over-due--I wouldn't call it missing yet.
This is terrible--*terrible*.
Stranger, are you hear about the caravan?
Have they sent word?
Who?
What?
I know nothing about that.
What's happened?
Whoa, back off, dwarf.
I was just saying "hello."
Mages aren't as dangerous as you say.
Pardon, stranger, Tristal is a bit... excitable.
Don't accost the stranger, Tristal.
Oh, sorry, sorry.
The Glavonaks, that's us, have been having the most dreadful luck.
It all started with that sodding Valazz.
This will be the third caravan he's attacked this month!
Sorry, stranger.
If he attacked Kevhanar, that will be the *third* caravan Valazz has attacked this month!
I don't want to get involved.
Farewell.
Glavonaks, eh?
The smithing house, right?
Are the Glavonaks surface dwarves?
Why do you let the tamassrans control your life?
So what do you believe in, then?
Maybe the Tal-Vashoth have a point.
Tristal, I recognize--
Our house is small--
On second thought, I'm not interested.
There is some wisdom in the Chant, you know.
Tristal, that's the exiled princess.
Tristal, that's the exiled prince.
What?
You're serious?
Yes, Tristal.
Look.
Your... uhh... excellency?
I didn't mean to offend.
You don't mean Valazz Glavonak?
One of Bhelen's lackeys?
No need to be formal.
As you pointed out, I'm an exile.
Yes, yes--now what's the problem?
You are not quite as callow as I thought.
Yes, that's the one.
Knee-deep in politics, lips always on the posterior of some noble ass.
Uh, right.
He was exiled, like you--
Not like you, ser.
He's a craven bastard, not at all like your... illustrious self.
Yes, that's what I meant.
Uh, ser.
He tried to poison a rival and was caught.
He dishonored our whole house.
Cast out of the stone, he was.
Valazz...
The name sounds familiar.
Bhelen must have pleaded with father to spare his life.
My two-faced brother put him up to it, no doubt.
Get on with it.
We're a minor house--
Minor down there, up here our family is one of the most prosperous and *important* trading houses in the kingdom.
I have been mistaken.
Valazz is my cousin, and "friend" of Prince Bhelen.
He was inept enough to get caught poisoning a rival.
Ahh, good.
Never been much use with politics.
Anyway...
Valazz tried to poison one of his many rivals and was inept enough to get caught.
Well, our branch of the family is.
Have been for generations.
Tristal...
I--I wouldn't know anything about that.
All I know is he was exiled.
It's said Valazz blubbered like a mewling baby.
Ha!
Your father did exercise mercy.
Instead of being humbled by the experience, when he came to us he expected to be our new leader.
The nerve!
We've been on the surface for generations--he's has as much trade sense as a mining pick, and his "leadership" skills are even worse.
Sorry, sorry!
Ho ho, the story says he got on the king's table and... well, exposed his nether region at them.
That was a good deal more of Karvel than *anyone* wanted to see.
Uh, yes.
Fortunately, Karvel proved to be a better trader than smith...
After he sobered up.
Lucky for him, the King spared his life and exiled him, instead.
And now he's attacking you?
In Orzammar, rank is inflexible.
We tried reasoning with him.
Yes, along with all of the incompetents that were involved in the poisoning.
On the surface us dwarves work together--there's no caste, no privilege.
Plenty of opportunity.
But he'd have nothing of that.
If we aren't with him, then we're enemies.
*sigh* That does sound like Valazz.
He sounds like a buffoon.
I can tell you know him, too.
Insufferable, he is.
We tried talking with him.
Tristal, you remember that idea--
The idea?
Yes!
Your, uhh, excellency.
Even on the surface we've heard how formidable you are.
You look formidable enough and... uhh, well-armed.
Would you be willing to help us?
Interested in three tonnes of wool?
No?
That's all we have here at the moment.
Cesar deals in goods you may be interested in.
Will you help us?
Certainly!
Coin we have in abundance--although if this matter isn't dealt with that will change.
What do you need?
I just wanted to see if you have anything for sale.
If you make it worth my while.
I gave you a chance, but you couldn't handle it.
Good luck with the archdemon and all that, but frankly, I think he may be more reasonable.
I told you I would.
If you've ever heard one word that came out of my mouth.
I hope you succeed, Warden.
But I hope it kills you.
No, please, don't go, Oghren.
If I needed you, I'd have made that obvious.
We need someone the rebel Glavonaks won't attack on sight to talk with them.
Convince them to drop this... insanity.
By the Stone, Valazz *is* my cousin and if we don't work together our whole family may crumble...
Family?
You barely know him.
You want to be a berserker?
Ha!
Thought I'd never see the day.
Aye, I'll teach you.
Just be ready.
To be a berserker, you have to face your own inner rage, let the spirit of battle take over, and all that dust.
There's a whole pile of philosophical rot that goes behind it, but the bedrock is this: Get real mad and kill things.
Well, you also have to be in peak physical condition and so forth.
But believe me, if you're mad enough, you're not thinking about that.
I can teach you what gets my hackles in a twist, but no one can tell you what'll set off that killing rage in you.
Finding that is the key to berserking.
And once you've got that...
I tell you.
The ladies love it when you're all mysteriously angry for no reason.
Trust me.
You're a quick study, Warden.
You must have been seriously steamed up about something for a long time.
What the sod is there to know?
You get mad, you fly into battle, and things die.
It's pretty simple.
The hard part is getting in touch with your rage.
We all learn to hold that back.
It's why we don't kill every duster who looks at us sideways.
You need to shut that off.
For some people, being in battle is enough.
But others have to think about something.
Violence, monsters, nobles, your wife, whatever.
Aye.
Especially my wife.
For most berserkers, it does.
Several years ago, I worked with a berserker on one expedition who just couldn't work himself up.
We had to kick him in the stones before he could get going. 
Why not?
When you fight, you get mad.
By the Stone, it's a sodding tactic to enrage your enemy so he makes a mistake, right?
Berserkers grab that anger and drink it like it's yesterday's ale.
Then we turn it against our foes and watch the limbs fly.
You have your own talents, Warden.
Harnessing your sodding rage in combat is not one of them.
Leave that to us warrior grunts.
It does, it does.
But I almost guarantee you've never in your life been as rage-blind as you have to be to draw strength from it.
I'll show you how.
I'm good at getting people really, really mad.
Aye, I know.
It's a sodding mystery.
No, see, it's funny because you'll never be able to do it.
A mage... wants to be a berserker? <desc>Laughs</desc>
But if you know someone fit for this type of work, I'll teach them.
It'll be nice to have another berserker to grunt at for a change.
You want to think like a berserker, drop "fair" from your vocabulary.
If it works, that's all.
What, you don't see me waist-deep in entrails every time I sodding step up to fight?
I'll teach your warriors to be the best berserkers on the bleeding surface!
You're a monster on the field already, Warden, but your style doesn't give itself to mad rage.
Too much thinking, too much whatchacall... finesse.
Can you teach me to fight like you do?
Please, then.
Teach me.
Thank you for the lesson.
Goodbye.
Tell me more about berserkers.
Your wife?
Just thinking about it works?
Why would you want to fight that way?
And just getting thinking angry thoughts makes it happen?
I'd like to learn how to be a berserker.
That sounds easy enough.
I am shocked to hear that.
That sounds fair.
Are you sure you even know how to do it?
Actually, I have things to do.
I do not wish to talk about it.
Enough!
I said...
I am not interested.
Can you not understand that?
There are other things for you to focus on besides me, I am certain.
Do... do those.
If that is what you wish.
Let us not play this game, shall we?
Then we are done.
It's for the best, really.
Time to return to the task at hand, yes?
Then quit asking me such questions.
What I said was simple enough.
Enough!
I do not want to talk about "feelings" or anything remotely similar!
Good.
We have plenty of other things to deal with, after all.
Trust me, under normal circumstances I would not hesitate.
It's just...
I do not wish to talk about it.
You do not need to apologize, just... do not ask.
The itch has returned, I see. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
Again?
What must the others think?
Shall I play hard to get?
Let me think...
What?
And I'm not even drunk yet.
Tsk.
No dinner?
Flowers?
Gifts of lethal poison? <desc>Chuckles</desc> You spoil me.
Arr!
Pirate Zevran reporting for duty!
Prepare to be boarded!
This could be a sensitive topic, my dear lady.
Are you sure you wish to voyage there?
As you wish.
Let me start by saying that my history is varied, indeed.
It has also not been restricted to women.
Does... that offend you?
Perhaps.
That is entirely up to you.
I grew up amongst whores, my dear.
Sex is best when done well, and truly that is my only rule.
Do I prefer women?
Yes... yes, I believe I do, but you must understand that a certain open-mindedness is sought by the Crows in their recruits.
For very good reasons.
I have had to do many things in my work as an assassin, some pleasant and many not so.
The Crows recruit elven assassins because we are considered beautiful by humans...
I'm sure you can imagine the rest.
Hm.
Well there's not much more to say, is there?
I am what I am.
No matter.
Such things happen!
Let us return to other matters.
Indeed.
And nothing could please me more.
This is a new path I am on, now.
It would be interesting to see where it leads.
Already it has been many new things.
I cannot change my past, obviously.
I regret far more than the men and women I have been with, and if that is more than you can bear... well, then it is good we know now, yes?
You're a better person than most, I suspect.
Ahh, it's just old scars and nothing more which you see.
Ignore them as I do, and perhaps they'll go away.
Just so, just so.
Think of it this way: You are the only woman I have ever bedded.
In Ferelden.
If there were others elsewhere before you, they paled in comparison.
And that is no word of a lie.
...intrigued by tight leather clothing?
Hmm.
I thought that this might be it.
Are you certain you wish to talk about this?
I really do not know what to say.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Very well.
I... no, this...
I am acting like a child, I realize.
I apologize.
Let me try to explain.
No, I gave it to you.
I want you to have it.
Let me... attempt to explain.
An assassin... must learn to forget about sentiment.
It is dangerous.
You take your pleasures where you can, when life is good.
To expect anything more would be reckless.
I thought it was the same between us.
Something to enjoy, a pleasant diversion and little more.
And yet...
I don't know.
How would you know such a thing?
Ah.
Yes, that... that does make it easier, in fact.
I knew I was being foolish and now I am proven correct.
This is really for the best, I think.
Not in the way we have been perhaps, but yes...
I hope the same thing.
I do.
Come.
Let us return to matters at hand.
There is much for you to do...
Grey Warden.
I see.
This is good, then.
It is better that I know how you feel.
I grew up amongst those who sold the illusion of love, and then I was trained to make my heart cold in favor of the kill.
Everything I have been taught says what I feel is wrong.
Yet I cannot help it.
Since you asked me into your tent, I have been nothing but confused.
Do you understand me at all?
All I need to know is if there might be some future for us, some possibility of...
I do not know what.
Maybe it would.
But only if it is impossible that there might be something between us, some possibility of...
I do not know what.
Then we need say no more.
That is all I wished to hear.
Then that is enough for me.
I am sorry for acting so strangely.
I think I will be better, now.
Much better.
We are, indeed.
And this is for the best, then, that I know what cannot be.
Are you sure?
You look like you do want to talk about it.
Maybe you'd prefer we stopped this altogether?
Yes, I guess so.
No!
Of course it's not!
You don't feel the same way, then?
Then I'll leave you alone.
It's never been a problem before.
I'm sorry.
Maybe that was clumsy of me.
All right.
Sorry I asked.
That many, I take it?
Should it?
You're joking.
You enjoy other men?
What reasons are those?
I'm not all right with that, Zevran.
You're not with the Crows anymore.
Yes, it's good we know now.
It doesn't bother me, Zevran.
You sound like you've been through a lot.
We all have a past, don't we?
Perhaps you're right.
I'd rather not know.
Have you always been...?
Amongst other things.
Attracted to other men.
Yes, I want to know what's changed.
If you don't want to talk, that's fine.
Do you want your earring back?
Is that it?
Are you saying you're in love with me?
That's all it is to me, Zevran.
I'm sorry you feel this way.
This doesn't mean we can't be friends, I hope.
We don't need to end this, Zevran.
Don't go there.
Seriously.
I am no wiser than you in that area, Zevran.
I do.
And I feel the same way.
I don't feel the same way, I'm sorry.
Maybe it would be better for you if we stopped.
I don't know.
But I know how I feel about you.
I hope so.
We are both men, Zevran...
Are you having second thoughts about us?
What do you want me to tell him?
What can I offer him?
I'll talk with Valazz, then.
Say that to the templars at the bottom of the Circle Tower.
See if they agree.
...That you can say that while surrounded by possessed corpses speaks volumes.
Are you in a different forest than I am?
One that isn't haunted and cursed?
Clearly, your Chantry agrees.
What's so terrible about magic?
You qunari are remarkably closed-minded folk, aren't you?
That's hardly fair, Sten.
What makes it mine?
It was theirs to begin with.
Then someone should release it into the wild.
It is in danger of dying out.
When your people join us, you'll find out.
Undoubtedly.
They've used it to kill countless people.
Life is fair?
It keeps your stupidity from getting in.
But he's a Glavonak, just like me.
Kin should look after kin, no matter what.
He's bringing his family to ruin!
It's bad, Tristal--but ruin?
Well, bad enough at least.
I won't let him be the head of the surface Glavonaks, but I'll give him anything else he wants.
He can start his own caravan route, we'll fund it--we can both run the surface, if he likes.
Anything to just end this.
Thank you, ser!
This will be the end of us!
Deal with it yourself.
Sorry, stranger, could you be brief?
There are many pressing matters before me.
Three Glavonak caravans have been attacked by Valazz!
We've good prices on wool--we sell it by the wagonload.
No?
You seem the sort more interested in Cesar's wares.
Don't even *remind* me of Orzammar.
The gates are shut, shut!
They won't even let our honorable family through.
Everything is falling apart, I say!
Do you have anything for sale?
Do you know what's going on in Orzammar?
Valazz is somewhere in the hills.
I do hope you can talk sense into him!
Yes, yes--I know you won't help.
Leave, the Glavonaks have no business with you.
That's not going to happen.
Valazz doesn't want any visitors.
Now get!
You work for that stone-blind, honorless cur, do you?
Then you can thank him for sending you to your death.
Stay to the road, stranger.
The hills can be dangerous.
I want to talk to Valazz.
I'm here to mediate between you and the other Glavonaks.
Tristal sent me.
They may be surfacers, but they're kin.
Mages.
Don't let Valazz hear you--don't even breath that.
If we bring the surfacers under heel, will Prince Bhelen welcome us back?
Ha, we could crap liquid gold and Bhelen wouldn't touch us.
Don't matter--Valazz has sworn vendetta against Tristal, one of them has to die.
I miss the Stone.
Have you seen Valazz?
What did he say?
There were no negotiations.
His men attacked.
I--what?
They didn't even listen?
But, but--
I told you it wouldn't work, Tristal.
Valazz is a treacherous one.
You were right.
What is to be done?
We have to find Valazz and send him to the Stone.
Ancestors forgive us.
But he's left us no choice.
My princess, I'm sorry you had to see the Glavonaks fallen so low.
Take this payment and our profound apologies.
My prince, I'm sorry you had to see the Glavonaks fallen so low.
Take this payment and our profound apologies.
Here's payment for attempting to make peace.
Thank you.
You're too kind to us, your excellency.
I overheard his men talking.
He's sworn a vendetta.
As soon as I mentioned you, they were out for blood.
You nearly sent me to my death.
Your family is not alone in having asps in their midst.
I could track down Valazz for you.
And you, too!
If...
If you deal with Valazz, I'll reward you most... most handsomely.
You, too.
Is there a reward for your cousin's head?
Take care, Tristal.
That would be... good, I suppose.
There'd be a reward.
Y--Yes, I suppose there is.
Uhh, but the head won't be necessary.
Just the results.
You're making the right decision, Tristal.
Tristal thinks he can sick his assassins on me?!
Die, you sun-blind maggots!
It's done, isn't it?
My cousin is dead?
I can't believe he was a Glavonak.
Our family is as old as the stones of Orzammar--we craft things, make toys for children.
But politics can be so seductive, so enticing--even our humble house falls victim to it.
Here, take this.
All my friends and family are in your debt.
I just wish there was another way.
Valazz was a vicious bastard to the end.
He left you no choice.
And he'll bother you no longer.
He's dead.
Now my payment?
Ancestors watch over you.
We're all in your debt.
Is there some reason you insist upon discussing this?
I'm trying to figure you out.
Because you're wrong.
I'm a mage, Sten.
It's a subject of concern to me.
You are better than most.
No one has power over what they are, only what they do.
You already know this, then.
It shows.
That's not the point.
Why do you think mages are evil?
Can we move on?
If you have held on to your honor, does it matter that I believe others of your kind have not?
You are not responsible for them. 
I know nothing of mages themselves.
Only their actions.
Heh.
I still got it.
That could've gone better.
There is no use talking of this.
We should move on.
What, did a mage kill your puppy or something?
What is that supposed to mean?
Oh, that's comforting.
Something.
I applaud your attempt to pursue knowledge, irritating as it may be.
Nothing worthwhile is easy.
Do you always have to be so difficult?
You have shown me the error of my ways.
Now may we move on?
That was easy.
I'm serious!
Ha, ha.
Very funny.
Yes.
You're very persuasive.
We're keeping the Blight waiting.
Prove me wrong, then.
Words will not change me.
You live in this world, just as I do.
You already know what magic is.
A sword with no hilt.
And what is magic?
Not unusual enough.
This is an unusual case.
Magic didn't necessarily do all this.
Not all mages turn to blood magic.
The Chantry doesn't cut mages' tongues out.
The Chantry still thinks magic is useful.
All right, maybe this is a bad time to discuss this.
I cannot change my past, obviously.
You are a most intriguing man, but if what I represent makes you uncomfortable... well, it would be better for both of us to know that now, yes?
No, I didn't expect it would.
You've a bit of an open mind yourself, no?
Ahhh, enough talk of the past.
As my tutor used to say, "keep your eyes to the rear in the ambush and the bedchamber and not otherwise." Words to live by.
Ahhh, enough talk of the past.
It is what lies ahead that is important, no?
I grew up amongst Antivan whores, men and women both.
My introduction to the subject of sex was, shall we say, rather practical.
My only rule regarding sex is that it be done well. <desc>Chuckles</desc> It's a certain open-mindedness that the Crows seek in their recruits, for very good reasons.
I have been with both men and women in my time.
Many, in fact.
Often for business but not always.
Given my druthers I would say I prefer a soft and shapely woman, but I know what I am.
I will not discount anyone solely because of what someone else tells us is right or wrong.
Ha!
I thought you might think so.
You seem to have an open mind, yourself, no?
Fair enough.
The subject was bound to come up eventually, no?
I cannot leave.
Did we not already discuss this?
If I leave now, it is as good as a death sentence.
The Crows will never allow me to escape.
So be it.
I cannot say I cared much for the company, as it were.
This parting is no doubt best.
This is rather unexpected.
I thought we had gained an appreciation for one another.
Do you truly wish to throw that away?
I rather thought we had become friends, you and I, despite the way of our introduction.
Is this truly what we have come to?
You might as well.
I've little desire to be constantly on the run.
Is my sworn oath not enough for you?
As you say.
Let us hope our paths do not cross again, yes?
And so it's come to this.
Very well.
I do not need to be told three times.
Let us try to work together for now.
Surely this cannot be so difficult?
Good.
I was rather waiting for this business to come to an end, and all the better.
With Taliesen dead I am free to find my own way without the Crows chasing me down.
With any luck our paths will not cross again... not in a professional capacity at least, yes?
Leave?
Are you certain?
Taliesen is dead, and thus I doubt the Crows will even know about me... but I had rather thought we had grown fond of each others' company.
Oh?
Taliesen is dead, and thus I can leave at any time... but I was rather looking forward to seeing out our adventure.
Are you sure of this?
Taliesen is dead, so I may leave at any time it's true... but I've no need to go just yet unless you're quite certain?
Then I suppose there is nothing more to be said.
Running a bit hot and cold, are we?
Fair enough.
Let's get back to business.
I see.
Well I imagine that trust is vital in your line of business, no?
There is nothing more to say.
I shall leave you to it, then.
Good luck.
End...?
Ah.
I think I understand what you mean.
As you wish it, so shall it be.
Trouble yourself no more over such thoughts.
Oh.
Already? <desc>Sigh</desc> And we were just starting to have fun with it, as well.
Ahh.
I cannot say that I am not disappointed.
But these things happen, do they not?
Such is life, and we all move on.
I...
I see.
I am... tempted to ask why, but I suspect I already know the answer.
Well.
Let it never be said that Zevran remains where he is not wanted.
Taliesen is dead, and so perhaps this is as good a time as any to make my good-byes, yes?
I... suppose it would not do me any harm to remain.
Until your task is completed, at least.
Very well.
You have me... as long as you need me.
Let us get under way, shall we?
Ahhh, you have a clever tongue, but I am afraid I must resist.
I am not so cruel as to subject myself to such torture.
But I do appreciate the offer.
What are promises?
There are many kinds, spoken and unspoken, and yet we break them all the same, yes?
They do not matter.
It is, I think.
I... would rather be elsewhere.
Anywhere rather than here.
Indeed.
I have no desire to stay and be forced to watch what I cannot have.
If that makes me a coward, then so be it.
Fare you well, my love.
And good luck.
I swore to remain at your side, so here I shall remain.
Yet you would have us be strangers.
So be it.
Define "open-mindedness."
Would you prefer I killed you now?
You had your chance to leave. <act>Kill him.</act>
I told you to go.
I suggest you do so.
I don't care.
I don't trust you.
No, stay.
I've changed my mind.
I can't trust you.
But I need you here.
Don't go.
And what about your oath to serve me?
If that's what you want to do.
So you're going to run, now?
Typical.
Strange.
We owe you our thanks, the sodding dusters came from nowhere.
Our shipment is already late, Tristal must be close to blowing a vein.
He may have already blown it.
Our location isn't helping your argument, no.
The war has the roads in a tussle, took us a week longer to load wool off Bann Alfstana's lands.
Then sodding Valazz's men destroyed our wagons.
It's enough to ruin a dwarf's morning.
Aye, he's my eldest brother.
He's waiting for me at Gherlen's Rest--the human outpost on this stretch of road.
Tristal?
What delayed you?
Look after yourself, the mountains are dangerous.
You can't condemn all mages for the mistakes of a few.
You can't have seen anything like this before.
A moment.
If you escort us to the outpost the Glavonaks will reward you handsomely.
Where does all this venom come from?
Our dirt-side cousin, recently exiled from Orzammar.
Miserable bastard, that one is.
Who's Valazz?
It's dangerous out here, need help?
My people have a tale: An ashkaari walked among the fields once, observing the laborers at work.
A generous offer, and we accept.
The outpost isn't too far from here.
If any more of Valazz's sellswords show up, we'll show them a thing or two!
Aye, thanks again for the help.
We *should* be fine.
I don't have the time.
Good luck.
Excellent!
Let's head off together.
Tristal, you nug-less beggar, we're here!
You've made it!
Kevhanar, you're a week late we were--
No need to get your beard in a tangle, some bumps on the road.
But this stranger helped us.
Your excellency!
Err--what's that?
Show respect, Kevhanar, that's the exiled princess!
Show respect, Kevhanar, that's the exiled prince!
Well, if I'll be.
Didn't know royalty was combing the hills helping dwarves in need.
We're most thankful.
Take this reward.
Please, the Glavonaks will not forget your kindness.
Now, Kevhanar, we must talk.
Did you know Orzammar has closed its gates?
In all the ancestors' names, why?
We don't know...
You've brought our brother safely to us--take these coins and our thanks!
Stay away or I'll stab you in the face.
I will!
I want my nugs and pancakes!
Flax bloomed all around him, the color of still water.
The air rippled like a curtain.
As he stopped to examine a blossom, a bee stung him on the hand.
I found these scrolls in a Tevinter ruin.
Really?
Pardon my... incredulity.
I would like to examine them, in any event.
You seem sincere, but I've heard many outrageous claims in my time.
Although you appear more... capable.
Let me see...
Be careful with them.
They seem ancient.
You don't believe me?
Look, don't touch.
Let me see...
The scrolls are old, no question.
And the script...
It's written in cipher...
Early believers used them to keep their writings safe from the Tevinter magus.
These... could be authentic.
Please, let me examine it.
Here you go.
If you are charlatan, may the Maker have mercy upon you...
There is avarice in your eyes, but I believe you.
In a ruins, you say?
I can give you five sovereigns.
If these prove to be genuine, we can discuss more substantial payment afterwards.
They're... probably nothing.
Census records or a household inventory.
Nevertheless, come back if you change your mind.
I want some sort of collateral.
I'll hold onto it for now.
I need parchment, quill, and ink.
What was the trick to the cipher, again?
Hmm...
Have you reconsidered lending them to me to authenticate?
They did pique my curiosity.
Deal.
Here you go.
I want to talk about the scrolls.
Come here...
We must talk.
I examined your scrolls.
I know a few of the early Chantry ciphers, but I am not fully familiar with this one.
The bits I have made out...
This may be an account of Maferath's final days and perhaps more.
Why were there so many ciphers?
Maferath--as in Andraste's husband?
After Andraste's death, a truce was made with the Tevinter Imperium.
Many of the early believers were violently hunted by the magister lords.
Years later, accounts vary on how long, Archon Hessarian publicly converted to the faith and the magister lords were forever disbanded.
So am I getting paid or not?
The ashkaari turned to a laborer for aid, and noticed for the first time the heavy gloves and coat she wore.
As she tended to him, the ashkaari asked them why she was dressed so in such stifling heat.
"To avoid your fate." She replied.
But until then believers were brave souls and had to be constantly vigilant.
I know; it's remarkable.
The same Maferath who betrayed our prophet and saw her burn alive in Minrathous.
If we could get a real translation, well, it could be the find of our lifetime!
It could take months; the ciphers were designed to be difficult for the magisters to decrypt.
Maferath.
You heard me, right?
As in the betrayer of our prophet?
Well, to humans this is revolutionary.
Here is all of the allowance I have for acquisitions.
Take it and go.
A thousand, thousand blessings!
Could I get a copy of the translation?
How long will it take to decipher?
"But there are many thousands of bees here," the ashkaari said to her, "and only one stung me.
Surely your caution is unwarranted?"
"The stinger is always a surprise," agreed the laborer. "But so is the bee that simply passes one by." 
When I finish decoding it, absolutely.
But it will not be easy.
Who knows what secrets we can uncover?
What truths we can find?
That's more words than I've ever heard you speak before.
But bees don't know the consequences like mages do.
I've been saving them up.
What the qunari do goes beyond caution, though.
So much to do!
It costs a bee its life to sting a man.
What does it cost a mage?
Look around you.
Ask the dead who lie here what the cost of one mage's failure is.
May we not go on, then?
We should not linger here.
Can't I?
My home has been under attack by the mage-lords of Tevinter for all my lifetime.
I have seen what magic is and what it does.
Experience.
You know of something else that brings spirits and curses into this world?
They should.
Good point.
But this is still not typical of magic.
Well, it could have been... darkspawn... or something.
No, but that doesn't mean a mage did it.
Convince yourself first, then try to convince me.
Being easily conquered does not constitute a "power."
Your logic has rendered me incapable of speech.
Well, elves have all sorts of strange powers.
As do the qunari.
We simply treat it as it deserves.
Come to talk to ol' Oghren, have you?
Don't know why.
I don't know.
I just....
I guess we're pretty good friends now, right?
I just...
I keep thinking about all that slag with Branka, how I've turned out.
I always said I was this way because she left, but I think maybe... she left because of how I am.
Aye.
I can be a right sodding bastard sometimes. 
No, she just... estimated me.
She knew how I was, and because of that, she left without me.
Worked out in my favor, though.
I'm here fighting the good fight and not fed to Caridin's traps or her pet darkspawn.
Hmph.
Enough wallowing in my own filth.
Did you want to talk about something?
Aye, I've tried twenty-seven new kinds of ale and learned I'm just the right height to give a human girl a good time.
That doesn't make me a good man.
Aye, Oghren's got to fart and swear and talk about nugs and asses, right?
Doesn't mean I don't think about something deeper sometimes.
But whatever you like.
Nothing.
I'm fine.
Just.
Got a hornet in my eye, is all. 
Did you want to talk about something?
Aye.
Well, hello.
Well, aren't you the Paragon of sodding friendship.
Pull up a drink, Warden.
Join me in my sodding hole.
Nah.
Just tired, is all. 
Just leave me alone, Warden.
Seriously.
Upset? <desc>Scoffs</desc> I don't get upset.
I get drunk.
Aye.
People talking when I'm trying to have a sodding quiet moment.
That really twists my nut.
You!
You have a lot of nerve coming here!
Oh no you don't!
You can't come swishing in here and take over the Warden's camp just like that!
I'll fight you with my sodding weapon, you moss-biting poetess!
You came and... and stole my own princess with your... your poetry!
Your disguise can't fool me, woman!
No, pal.
You think I'm someone else.
How do you like that, huh!
Swish!
That's right, you keep looking at me like that!
I'll just go get my pants from that sodding dog....
Problem...
Aye!
I got a problem with your face!
You keep it up and I'll fight you!
I don't even care that you're some kind of wool-gnawing poetess!
You're drunk!
Ha!
Take that, you sodding... sodding... poetess!
That's right!
Heh, get outta here, you harlot!
You saw it!
Tell that thing to give it back!
That dog!
Mangy mongrel.
The sodding thing took my pants!
But I'll show him.
I don't need my pants, anyway.
Aye!
That's why I need to crack that dog over his sodding head!
But the dog doesn't know that.
And it will be his sodding downfall!
You hear that, nug-humper?
I'm coming for you!
Prepare to die!
You better talk later!
I'm watching you.
Like a hawk!
A hawk!
I knew it!
You're in cahoots!
Only if by "Oghren Time" you mean... yes.
But that dog ruined it when he stole my pants.
It's all a part of the plan, you see.
A clever ruse to get that dog back for stealing my pants.
Hey Warden!
You gotta hear this one.
This human walks into a tavern, and there's an elf there, and she says...
<desc>Snorts and laughs</desc> She says...
What's wrong, Oghren?
Well, you can be hard to live with.
She underestimated you.
You've changed since then, Oghren.
Oh no.
Don't fall apart on me now, Oghren.
No, not really.
Just saying hello.
Not if you're going to act like a depressed child.
Something bothering you?
On second thought, let's talk some other time.
Why?
Are you upset about something?
Something's bothering you.
I can tell.
This is my camp, Oghren.
Poetess?
Ah.
You think I'm Hespith.
Ah, I see.
You think I'm someone else.
Cute.
Is there some kind of problem?
By that alcohol smell, I'm guessing you're drunk.
Yes, you do.
You need your pants.
Oghren, you're wearing your pants.
Well all right.
I'll just be going.
We'll talk more later.
I didn't see anything, Oghren.
Oh, are you having "Oghren Time" again?
You must be drunk.
Spit it out, Oghren.
She says, "I don't...." <desc>snorts and continues laughing</desc>
No, that's not it.
Oh yeah!
I remember now! <desc>Snorts and continues laughing</desc>
You there.
Aye, you.
I've been watching you.
Where can I get some sauce for that rump roast?
That's right.
You've wiped your foot on the Oghren doormat of love.
Ooh, that's just what I had in mind.
Go and make yourself ready, woman.
I'll be right there to see to it.
<desc>Scoffs and laughs</desc> Asschabs!
I don't have time for jokes.
What?!
Are you propositioning me?
Oh no.
Oghren, go sleep it off.
Right here, you mad dwarven stallion.
Jealous? <desc>Laughs</desc> Not I, no.
But one does not need to be jealous to be leery of rushing headlong into... complicated situations.
You and I have had our fun, but if this thing between you and Alistair is leading somewhere, I'll happily step aside.
Complication avoided.
Everyone's the happier, yes?
Oh, I don't know that "easy" is the right word.
Perhaps "necessary" would be better.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> And I have no burning need to do so, but this is not so simple a matter.
Have we not?
I enjoy our time together, but it is not so simple as that.
What I want?
If only it were so simple.
I make no claims upon you, nor would I dream of such.
You are free to pursue your fancies as you desire, and I would have it no other way.
I suspect Alistair, however, would not feel the same way.
If there is to be something between you and I, to string him along would only hurt him deeply.
Surely you know this is true.
And what would you have me do, then?
I am many things: A murderer, a thief, a lover... but I am no cheat.
If whatever is between us cannot be honest, let it not be at all.
And glad I am to hear it.
You will need to be the one that tells Alistair, however.
Now, then.
Shall we move on to more pleasant topics?
How about poetry, mm?
Ahhh, of course.
I simply thought to lighten the mood.
Serious topics have never been my specialty, after all.
Let us speak another time, then.
And glad I am to hear it.
You will need to be the one that tells Morrigan, however. <desc>Chuckles</desc> Preferably when I am not somewhere nearby.
And glad I am to hear it.
You will need to be the one to tell Leliana, however.
No no, no need to apologize.
This is how things must be.
Ah, well.
What can I say, truly?
Alistair is a lucky man.
Yes, that is how it usually goes.
What can I say, truly?
Morrigan is a lucky woman.
Yes, that is how it usually goes.
What can I say, truly?
Leliana is a lucky woman.
Ah.
Then it was good we settled this now, no?
At any rate... the air is now clear and we are free to continue on.
Come!
We've much to do.
Then only one path lies before us, no?
Morrigan, however, would not feel the same.
If there is truly something between you and I, it cannot include her.
Surely you know this to be so.
I suspect Leliana, however, would not feel the same way.
If there is to be something between you and I, to string her along would only hurt her deeply.
You must know this is so.
You and I have had our fun, but Morrigan does not seem the type to share.
If there is something between you, I'll happily step aside.
Complication avoided.
Everyone is happy.
You and I have had our fun, but I know how it is with men and their women.
If you are serious about this Leliana, we need pursue this thing of ours no further.
Our flirtation has been fun, but if you believe that what you and Alistair have is real perhaps it would be best if we desisted.
Complication avoided, everyone is happy.
Perhaps I am.
I have always believed in being direct when the situation calls for it, however.
Perhaps not.
That is for you to determine, is it not?
Our flirtation has been fun, but I've no interest in competing with any woman, least of all Morrigan.
If you and she are serious, perhaps it would be best if we desisted.
Complication avoided.
Our flirtation has been fun, but if what you and Leliana have is real perhaps it would be best if we desisted.
Complication avoided, everyone is happy.
Ah.
It is as I thought.
Isn't it?
I've watched you and he together.
I know a complication when it rears its head and threatens to bite.
Isn't it?
I've watched you and she together.
I know a complication when it rears its head and threatens to bite.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> You are a brave man, indeed.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Trust me, you'll know even less once I tell you this.
And why not?
I am no master of serious dialogue, after all.
A-ha!
Well trust me, then, you won't be hearing it now.
It would be that easy, would it?
But I don't want you to step aside.
We've "had our fun?"
That is between Alistair and me.
Zevran, I can't discuss this right now...
I want you.
No question.
Then we're done.
I'm sorry.
You leave me no choice.
Alistair it is.
You leave me no choice.
Morrigan it is.
You leave me no choice.
Leliana it is.
There was never any "you and I."
You aren't going to force me to choose, are you?
I know no such thing!
That is between Morrigan and I.
That is between Leliana and I.
You're being a little presumptuous.
I love Alistair.
It's very simple.
Alistair and I are close, yes.
I love Morrigan.
It's very simple.
Morrigan and I are close, yes.
I love Leliana.
It's very simple.
Leliana and I are close, yes.
I know nothing of poetry.
This is your question?
I know a good poem when I hear it.
I caged myself.
A weak mind is a deadly foe, as you are no doubt aware.
I did.
They saved my life.
I thought you killed some farmers.
I'm sure they deserved it.
What do you mean by, "a weak mind?"
Are you saying you put yourself in that cage?
Exactly what happened?
Is it a human saying, "No good deed goes unpunished?"
You killed them for that?
That's not much of an explanation.
Why don't you just tell me what happened?
You could say that.
Had they not shown me compassion, they would still live.
Did you think I could justify what I have done?
I can't.
I told you before that I was sent here.
I was not sent alone.
I came to your lands with seven of the Beresaad--my brothers--to seek answers about the Blight.
We made our way across the Fereldan countryside without incident, seeing nothing of the threat we were sent to observe.
Until the night we camped by Lake Calenhad.
They came from everywhere: The earth beneath our feet, the air above us, our own shadows harbored the darkspawn.
I saw the last of the creatures cut down, too late.
I fell.
What happened to the other qunari?
A few darkspawn beat you?
That's pitiful.
That sounds like what happened to me at Ostagar.
Where do the farmers come in?
I am told no others survived.
I heard the stories of Ostagar.
Your kith stood their ground when others fled.
No one can do more than that.
Your kith fared no better, for all your numbers and preparation.
I don't know how long I lay on the battlefield among the dead, nor do I know how the farmers found me.
I only know that when I woke, I was no longer among my brothers.
And my sword was gone from my hand.
I searched for it.
And when that failed, I asked my rescuers what had become of it.
No.
I saw my brothers fall.
I knew.
It was the sword that concerned me.
I am a soldier.
Sten of the Beresaad.
My sword is my soul.
And you somehow thought the farmers killed your brothers?
They said they found me with nothing.
Do your people have no souls as we know them?
Convenient for you.
That sword was made for my hand alone.
I have carried it from the day I was set into the Beresaad.
I was to die wielding it for my people.
Even if I could cross Ferelden and Tevinter unarmed and alone to bring my report to the arishok, I would be slain on sight by the antaam.
They would know me as soulless, a deserter.
No soldier would cast aside his blade while he drew breath. 
Did the farmers know where it was?
So you killed them.
You killed them over a lost sword?
It's only an object, Sten.
You could get another sword.
I did.
I knew they didn't have the blade.
They had no reason to lie to me.
I panicked.
Unthinking, I struck them down.
Accidents happen.
Couldn't you search for it?
If you're that prone to panic, maybe you did desert.
How can your people possibly think that way?
I'm sure that comforts the farmers.
If I knew where to look, it would be in my hand now.
Where did you fight the darkspawn?
So that's it?
You aren't going to do anything about it?
Well, there's nothing we can do.
Near Lake Calenhad.
Don't worry, we'll find it.
What would you have me do?
It could be anywhere by now.
Perhaps those words are empty, but... thank you all the same.
That is... complicated.
You get a sword or an axe and are told to go out and defend your city.
It's the best thing in the world, that is until you try to <emp>live</emp> in the city you saved.
I mean, they train you to kill, teach you to harness your rage at the first noise you hear, then try to set a hundred sodding rules about it.
Like those Provings.
Ancestors show their favor through the strongest arm, right?
So why so many rules saying how to fight and when you win, and not to bloody kill?
Killing's what swords are for!
If that's how you feel, I'll try that out next time the darkspawn are chewing on your leg.
You toss a nug to a deep stalker, you don't expect it not to eat the thing, right?
You can kill with blunted weapons, Warden.
Well, maybe <emp>you</emp> can't.
Sure, if you like following orders from some shaper with his head so far up his own arse he can see out his neck.
Aye.
The subject gets me all fired up, anyhow.
Oh no, that wasn't me this time.
But I can see where you might be confused.
Wshew!
Wait.
You're serious, aren't you?
Go?
Go where?
I threw in my lot with you, Warden, and until now, I thought you were the best deal I'd ever landed.
But far be it from me to get in your hair if you don't want me.
If I learned nothing else from Branka, I've got that.
What patch of mud did this crawl out of?
Here I thought we were getting along, and you pull this on me?
Aye.
This isn't working out.
It was foolish to think of someone like me on a heroic mission against an archdemon.
I'm just... not sure where else to go.
I can't really go back to Orzammar, and you're the only one I know on the surface.
Maybe I can open a tavern...
Good luck, Warden.
Come find me and we'll toast the archdemon when he's dead.
I suppose I'll go back to Felsi, see what happens.
Maybe Felsi'll take me in.
I may not have my caste, but no one can take away my sheer stud factor.
Make up your mind, will you? 
My sodding pleasure.
It's been real interesting, Warden.
I hope the archdemon chokes on you.
What?
Me, leave?
Are you serious?
Sure, Oghren.
We'll talk another time.
Nothing.
I was just saying hello.
What is it like to be a warrior in Orzammar?
Fighting without killing is a skill of a true warrior.
I see what you mean.
Why didn't they give you blunted weapons?
It seemed like a pretty easy place to live.
I see.
Let's talk about something else.
Actually, let's talk more some other time.
I'd like you to leave.
I am.
I want you to go.
I'm sorry, Oghren.
I think we're better off without you.
Actually, no.
I want you to stay.
And then?
Did you believe them?
What did you do?
I admit, I am no minstrel, but have you not guessed the end of this tale yet?
I killed them.
With my bare hands.
There you are.
I was thinking, we've been through a lot together now.
We're like old war buddies.
So I figured, why not invite you to share a drink?
A drink from my own stash, my family's recipe and dedicated to my comrades in arms.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Yes!
The Warden steps up!
You handled that like a champion, my friend. <desc>Laughs</desc> Most impressive!
How do you feel?
<desc>Laughs</desc> That's the spirit!
I-I just wanted to tell you, after all we've been through, you're like family to me.
Closest thing I've had in years.
Aw, Warden.
I do believe I'm getting all misty-eyed.
But that could be because those beans are getting chatty, if you know what I mean.
Oghren's dough is always baked through, if you know what I mean.
So, did you want to talk about something?
Aye, a toast.
With a dry cup.
You're not getting any more of my brew!
Oh, no.
The rest is for me.
You'd need to do something really unspeakable to get into the rest of my stash.
That just means it's working.
Ride the rockslide, my friend!
Aww, come on, ya stuffed-chested tumbler!
This is a once-in-a-lifetime offer!
Oh well.
I can't make you drink, but I will hold it against you for the rest of your life.
Aye, I know.
But never fear, Oghren will be right here to hold your head while you vomit.
Aye, well, I'm not interested.
If you want to know about me, you can sodding read it in the broadsheets.
Bloody right.
No.
I don't teach people I hate how to fight.
Learn your little tricks from someone else.
Sure, here's something about berserkers.
They all hate you.
At least, all the ones present.
Go boil your head in lard, Warden.
And I mean that. 
I'd like that very much.
Was there even any alcohol in there?
Don't get all doughy on me now, Oghren. 
A toast, then, to comrades in arms.
I feel great.
Got any more?
I can't believe I did that.
I'm going to be sick.
No, thank you, Oghren.
Finally!
I get to taste Oghren's famous brew!
Oh, no.
That stuff's too strong for me.
All right, then.
I'll take a sip.
Still, no, thanks. 
Fair enough.
Perhaps.
You panicked over a lost blade?
You probably dropped it on the battlefield.
I know.
I cannot justify what I have done.
My honor is forfeit.
In fear, I kill people.
Pray that you don't see me in anger.
No, there is no need to deny it.
I...
I do not mind.
Such is how it goes, yes?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> As I should have known would be the case.
No, I suppose it wasn't.
How does one make it work between two men, after all?
I understand completely.
No, I suppose that is true.
There is nothing I can offer a woman such as yourself for very long, I quite agree.
No?
There is always a choice.
But I think you made the right one, even so.
There is nothing I could offer you beyond the moment, after all.
Ahhh, don't be, my good friend.
I never asked you for anything, did I?
Ahhh, don't be, my sweet lady.
I never asked you for anything, did I?
So I am forced to ask: If we are not to be lovers, are we at least to be friends?
Good.
Nothing would please me more.
Some friendships are worth pursuing.
Yes, I suppose you are correct.
I hope it is so.
Some friendships, after all, are worth pursuing.
Sometimes it does.
I shall remain hopeful that we are so lucky.
Ah.
Then it seems I do have one regret in all of this.
As you wish.
It was recited to me, as I recall, by a rather wealthy target of mine.
Let's see... "The symphony I see in thee / it whispers songs to me."
"Songs of hot breath upon my neck / songs of soft grunts by my head / songs of hands on muscled back / songs of thee come to my bed."
"Songs of hot breath upon my neck / songs of soft sighs by my head / songs of nails upon my back / songs of thee come to my bed."
Oh, I know, I know.
I couldn't believe that she thought this would actually convince me to spare her.
I had sex with her anyway, but that goes without saying.
She still had to die.
The poem was amusing at the time, however, and thus I've always remembered it.
Here I thought you might be cheered up by some naughty poetry.
You simply look so... grim.
Such an unflattering expression for such a handsome face.
Who wouldn't?
Burn me in the chantry if you must, but you're a man to stoke the lust in women and other men alike. <desc>Chuckles</desc> Surely you know this and are playing with me.
Me, I tend to make the best of whatever situation I find myself in, stealing what moments I can.
It's served me well, most days.
You might learn to do the same.
No?
That is good to know, though you might have fooled me with those serious eyes of yours.
Yes, I know.
They never are, you see.
Fortunately I tend to make do with whatever time I have.
It's served me well, most days.
You might learn to do the same.
Oh?
Then I learn something new about you every day.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Or you could ignore my advice, considering where my brilliance has gotten me.
Do you?
It's always pleasing to have ones efforts recognized.
Good karma all around!
Tsk.
But you're a sour one at times, aren't you?
Have it your way.
Here I thought you might be cheered up by some naughty poetry.
You simply look so... unhappy.
Such an unflattering expression for such a lovely face.
Who wouldn't?
You're the kind of woman that stokes the lust in men and other women alike. <desc>Chuckles</desc> Surely you know this and are playing with me.
Hmmm... now that is a thought, isn't it?
Would it work?
I'll have to keep that in mind.
Personally my preferred methods of seduction are a bit more... tactile.
I didn't think so.
Personally my preferred methods of seduction are a bit more... tactile.
Truly?
You could have fooled me.
Ahhh.
Hmm.
And here I thought we were building up towards something.
Oh well.
Enough poetry, I think.
The time has come for traveling and the murdering of villains and whatever else passes for adventuring these days.
Well, yes, but <emp>after</emp> we made love.
What do you think I am, some kind of monster?
It's not as if she didn't enjoy herself.
Certainly there are much less pleasant ways to spend your last hours, no?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Now, now, now, let's keep the judging to a minimum.
It's not as if you didn't know I was an assassin, hmm?
I did not spend my time tickling kittens.
It required a certain amount of dedication, I'll admit, but it was worth it for the poem, I figure.
You know, I kept telling the other Crows that, and yet they never felt the same way.
So she claimed.
She was trying to seduce me, you see, and somehow thought that this would actually convince me to spare her.
Ah, ah, yes, I forgot.
There must be much urgency wherever we go.
Pardon me.
I wasn't planning on denying it.
This just wasn't going to work...
I didn't really have a choice.
Does that ever actually happen?
No.
I truly doubt it.
Is that an earring?
You don't need to give me anything.
Oh?
Will that mean we're married in Antiva?
Jewelry, huh?
Not very... manly.
Oh dear...
And why are you telling it to me?
You think I'm handsome, do you?
I don't feel grim at all.
These aren't the best of times, you know.
I think I do the same, actually.
"Served you well?" Don't be an idiot.
Thanks for the patronizing suggestion.
I appreciate the effort.
Don't bother.
You think I'm lovely, do you?
I don't feel unhappy.
So you thought to seduce me with it?
It might.
Don't bet on it.
Not interested.
At all.
You killed her anyway?
I am... utterly speechless.
And appalled.
Well if it was <emp>hours</emp>...
It's good to know you have standards.
You are a saint amongst men, Zevran.
What is that?
Sex poetry?
This was told to you by a target?
That is cringe-worthy at best.
I don't really have the time for this.
I know that my failures were my own.
We know who we are, and what we are meant to be.
No.
There isn't.
Shall we move on?
Back off!
I was here first!
You haven't seen a sword lying around here, have you?
None of your business, knife-ears! 
Nothing that'd concern you, dwarf.
What's it to you?
That don't matter none to you.
I'm an honest businessman.
I wasn't bothering nobody.
And I was here first.
Why, you looking to buy one?
You're surrounded by corpses...
And what will you do if I don't back off?
They're mine!
...Run away?
...Not literally, you understand.
They're not <emp>my</emp> bodies.
I mean, I only got one, and I'm not dead or nothing. <emp>But I was here first</emp>!
There's something very wrong with you.
Just answer some questions, and I'll leave you alone.
I have spoken to the beloved Andraste.
She will let you pass.
Go.
Show yourself to be Andraste's true champion.
I get that a lot.
All right, if it'll make you leave my spot quicker.
Only if it's a qunari blade.
No, but my very large, angry friend here is.
Do you have any?
A cue-what?
Ah... is he?
Heh.
Well... that's... see I'd like to sell you one, but I don't.... er... have any myself.
...No.
The place was mostly picked clean when I got here.
The giants you're pillaging.
People like my friend here.
It would probably be large and unwieldy.
Qunari.
You know, the murderous horde in the far North.
Oh.
Them.
To tell the truth, this place was mostly picked clean when I got here.
I got part of a glove the wolves didn't chew too badly, though!
I think it was a glove, anyway...
Well...honestly, I... don't have any swords.
The spot was picked pretty clean when I got here.
Choose the part of the plot to which you would like to go:
During Deeproads Expedition
Have you found any swords?
Has anyone else been here?
Don't know.
Could've been darkspawn.
Probably was.
Could've been bandits, though.
Doesn't matter, really.
They're just as dead no matter what did it.
Oh really?
After Deeproads Expedition
Prior to Deeproads Expedition
Before Proving
Before Talking to Father (After Proving)
Before Finding Trian (After Proving)
Now, how much would that bit of information be worth to you?
Well, I might not kill you if you tell me.
How about a sovereign?
...Good enough!
<desc>Scoffs</desc> You did, as I'll remind you, have me at your mercy.
Quite frankly, at this point I would rather take my chances, even such as they are.
As I see it, we have two options before us.
Either you kill me as you could have done when you caught me or you recognize that we are incompatible and allow me to leave peacefully.
What is it to be?
I... <desc>sigh</desc> Very well.
While it is against my better judgment, I will stay. 
I suspect it is simply so you may strip me of my equipment and send me packing anyhow, but let's hope against hope for a better outcome, shall we?
That is not one of the two options.
You did not make a very good student, did you?
Much obliged, Grey Warden.
Let us hope our paths do not cross again, hmm?
Good luck to you on your quest.
Then let's hope I've learned a thing or two about you, hm?
Time for a rematch!
For good or ill, I can remain no longer in your company.
The time has come for me to leave.
I acquired it on my very first job for the Crows.
A Rivaini merchant prince, and he was wearing a single, jeweled earring when I killed him.
In fact, that's about all he was wearing.
I thought it was beautiful and took it to mark the occasion.
I've kept it since... and I'd like you to have it.
Don't get the wrong idea about it.
You killed Taliesen.
As far as the Crows will be concerned, I died with him.
That means I'm free, at least for now.
Feel free to sell it, or wear it... or whatever you'd like.
It's really the least I could give you in return.
I... look, just... just take it.
It's meant a lot to me, but so have... so has what you've done.
Please, take it.
I have no better way to say it.
Thank you.
You are a very frustrating man to deal with, do you know that?
You are a very frustrating woman to deal with, do you know that?
We pick up every other bit of treasure we come across, but not this.
You don't want the earring?
You don't get the earring.
Very simple.
It's meant a lot to me, but so have... so has what you've done.
Thank you.
I have no better way to say it.
I may not need to, but I want to.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Let's hope not!
No?
I've worn it for years, myself, though perhaps standards are a little different in the north?
I... still have the earring.
I would like to give it to you... as a token of affection.
Will you take it?
Not unless you wish it.
Then what we feel is not enough, is it?
Didn't you swear an oath to serve me?
Aren't you dead if you leave?
Now that you're free to go, you mean.
But I need you here!
Please reconsider, Zevran.
I need you.
Death it is.
If you want to go, then go.
And let you return to the Crows?
Never!
If you want to die, I'm happy to oblige.
I don't want it, really.
So... not a token of affection, then?
If you insist.
I'll only take it if it means something.
No.
I don't want it.
It's a reward for helping you?
No, just keep it then.
Thank you.
I appreciate it.
This is a bit out of the blue, isn't it?
Thank you, Zevran.
It's so beautiful!
It's a fine gift, Zevran.
Thank you.
That sounds like a proposal.
I'll take it.
No, that's too much.
And I told you to keep it.
I knew the guy who was here before me.
He sold me this spot.
Said he'd found giants and all kinds of crazy valuables.
A sovereign?
Sure, that'll do.
None.
I think you know this, too.
Not likely.
I earned what I have.
I leave with it, or not at all.
I'll take that as an answer.
Let's hope that I've learned a thing or two since our last encounter, hmm?
And go I shall.
Let us hope our paths do not cross again.
There's no way you'll reconsider?
Fine.
Hand over all your equipment, first.
You really want to die that badly?
He didn't mention that he'd taken everything but the bones and the dirt already.
His name's Faryn.
Squirrelly little bastard, if you ask me.
Which you didn't.
But I said it anyway.
Where is he now?
He sold you this spot?
Does he own this land?
He found valuables here?
He was going to Orzammar, he said.
I imagine he's gotten there by now.
No, no.
That's some freeholder or other.
He just sold me the looting rights.
I'm not building a house here or nothing.
So he says.
He didn't leave none of it here, I'll tell you.
If you find him, tell him I sent you!
It'll scare the piss out of him.
Heh.
I know.
Don't say it.
I got cheated.
I've told you what I know.
If you'll excuse me, I've had quite enough stress over this.
So, ah... you're back, I see.
What can I do for you?
Step right-- Maker's breath!
Ah, I beg your pardon, friend, you... ah... startled me a bit.
Maker's breath, is that-- Ah...
I beg your pardon.
Can I... help you friend?
Welcome back!
Care to see the finest selection of previously-owned armor and weaponry in Thedas?
Step right up, friend, and have a look at the finest selection of almost-new armor and weaponry east of Orlais!
Ah, you want to see some of the best previously-owned equipment in Thedas, friend?
Can I interest you in something?
I've got the finest selection of previously-owned armor and weaponry this side of Val Royeaux.
Let me take a look.
"Previously-owned"?
Of course.
And remember, everything's covered by Faryn's twenty-four-hour lifetime guarantee!
Why pay through the nose for new equipment, when you can buy "like new" for much, much less?
Oh, here and there.
Look, that's really not important.
The important thing is, it's cheap!
And just as good as what you'd find at a smithy!
Where do you get "like new" armor from?
Come back any time.
Are you Faryn, by any chance?
Cesar
"Almost new"?
Just tell me where the qunari sword is.
Oh, you've heard of me?
What... ah... what've you heard?
And just so you know, some of my competitors have been trying to besmirch my sterling reputation.
I heard you found some interesting things.
All right, a game then.
I can't spare the time right now.
Your sterling reputation as a pillager of corpses?
Did you happen to find a qunari sword?
Yes, well, I don't like to brag, but I've got some fine things here, <emp>almost</emp> straight from the royal armory.
Only took a slight detour on the way...
Did you find Trian's ring on the mercenaries?
"Pillage" is such a harsh word, friend!
I don't pillage anything.
I'm a salvager!
I rescue quality-made goods from rust and neglect!
A savior to abandoned equipment!
Qunari?
I'm afraid I don't know the word.
Bronze-skinned giants.
Oh, them!
Well, I have a few shields here.
I had one sword, but I sold it already.
The people you looted by Lake Calenhad.
It would have been pretty large and unwieldy.
Oh, those?
I had one, but I sold it already.
Who did you sell it to?
That's it?
Just one?
You know the guy you took it from is still alive, don't you?
There weren't that many of the giants to begin with.
A couple of them had shattered their weapons, and most of the other blades were hung up in bodies so bad, I couldn't get them free.
A collector.
I can't go telling you all about my paying customers.
One, it's not ethical, and two, it's bad for business.
There was only one salvageable blade in the lot.
A Murder of Crows
If I'd known he was still breathing, I would've used a knife-- I mean, I'd have been more careful.
Redcliffe.
The guy who bought it lives in Redcliffe.
He's a collector.
A dwarf named Dwyn, I think.
Where is the sword now?
A dwarf.
He lives in Redcliffe.
His name's Dwyn, I think.
I can't go telling you things like that!
It's bad for business.
I don't want any trouble.
If you see that giant, tell him I don't have it, would you?
I don't, I swear.
Master Ignacio
A lot of my customers are sensitive types.
They don't want their personal business related to every stranger who happens along.
Long Forgotten Mysteries
Irreconcilable Differences 
Would coin ease your conscience?
Ignacio has the right of it.
Generally, it is one master, one job.
Tell me, or I'll let the original owner know where you are.
I might be willing to keep quiet for three sovereigns.
That chest over there is yours.
Check it any time you like.
Three-- I'd call it highway robbery, but I'd be smearing the good name of highwaymen everywhere.
Fine.
Here's your blood money.
Take it and go.
Andraste bless you, friend.
What?
You think my principles are for sale?
They are, of course, but not cheap.
Five sovereigns.
Three sovereigns.
He's a collector.
A dwarf.
Dwyn's his name.
He lives in Redcliffe, or thereabouts.
I suppose that'll do.
I'm not risking my reputation for such a paltry sum!
Four sovereigns.
Take it or leave it.
Things you pillaged off the dead at Ostagar?
What do you sell here?
Good!
I mean, ah, come back any time!
Well... a little of this... a little of that.
You know, ah... used armor, mostly.
Nothing... ah... that would really interest fine people like yourselves.
No, no!
Nothing at all!
Ah... just, you know, thought I saw... something.
Oh, ah... certainly.
That's an odd attitude for a merchant.
I'll be going, then.
Well, I'm... considerate.
Of my customers' time.
That's all...
I'd like to see your wares.
You're Faryn, right?
We'd like to have a word with you.
We're looking for a qunari sword.
You've... ah, heard of me?
Where is my sword?
Ah... a word?
With me? 
Since you are clearly looking at me, I would say that you do see something.
Well... um... yes.
Never you mind.
Can I help you?
What reassuring certainty.
Is it refreshing or unsettling that this merchant is reluctant to show us his wares?
Kyun-what?
I'm sorry, I... ah...
I don't know what that--
I... ah... don't know what you mean, ser.
I'd give it to him if I were you, Faryn.
How much do you want for it?
Just kill him, Sten.
We can search his belongings for it.
I...
I don't have it!
I swear by Andraste's knickers!
I sold it on the way here!
Where is it now?
That's awfully convenient.
Sten, tear his arms off.
A dwarf near Redcliffe.
Dwyn, I think his name was.
I sold it to a dwarf in Redcliffe.
Name of Dwyn.
It's true!
Maker, please, you have to believe me!
If I had it, I'd give it to you!
No, I swear, I don't have it!
Did you win the Honor Proving?
Did you plot to murder Trian?
No  (Lost.)
I did not enter.
I did not enter
At Duncan (End)
Start of Exile
In Prison Cell
Well, he's the proud owner of your giant's sword.
Wait...
Dwyn?
I know him.
Dwyn?
You're kidding.
Wait, Dwyn?
I know him.
If you're lying, you do know we'll be back.
What would a dwarf want with a qunari blade?
Thank you, we'll leave you alone.
At start of expedition
At thaig entrance
At Trian murder scene
Thank you!
Ah... come again.
Maker's truth!
I wouldn't lie to you about this.
He said he collected swords.
He's the one who has the sword, I promise you.
Said he was a collector.
I'm not, I promise you!
I don't rightly know.
He said he was a collector.
It's none of my business what a person wants with my merchandise once it's changed hands.
I've told you what I can, I swear to you.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I don't know how you found it, but thank you.
Now if only you could find me a prostitute or two, a bowl of fish chowder and a corrupt politician, I'd really feel like I was home! <desc>Laughs</desc>
And they fit, as well!
Marvelous!
But I'm not finished admiring them, yet!
Can you smell that?
Like rotting flesh.
Just like back in Antiva City.
Ahh, of course, purely a practical gift, hmm?
I understand completely.
I...
Maker's breath, you're right.
It is like my mother's.
I did not mean to sound ungrateful, it is just...
Wait, I see it now.
These are Dalish, no?
Much like the gloves that belonged to my mother.
The leather was less thick, and it had more embroidery... but these are very close.
And quite handsome.
Do I seem surprised?
Perhaps I am.
No, I... imagine not.
Still, I appreciate the fact that you even thought of me.
No one has simply... given me a gift before.
Thank you.
They will assume that I am dead along with Taliesen.
So long as I do not make my presence known to them, they will not seek me out.
A very good thing.
It is, in fact, what I had hoped for ever since you decided not to kill me.
I do not know.
It seems I have options now, whereas once I had none.
I suppose it would be possible for me to leave, now, if I wished.
I could go far away, somewhere where the Crows would never find me.
I think, however, that I could also stay here.
I made an oath to help you, after all.
And saving the world seems a worthy task to see through to the end, yes?
Then stay I shall.
I'm with you until the end... provided you do not tire of me first.
Or I die.
Or you die.
But there you go.
Well, we can't have that, can we?
I'd best stay, lest the consequences become unseemly.
Let us return to the task at hand, then.
There is still much to be done, yes?
But that is what I am asking you.
Do you want me to go?
Do you need me here?
I must admit, I had hoped for a different answer.
But I will not stay where I am not needed.
Fare you well, my fine friend.
May we meet again someday, under better circumstances, when all of this is done.
Fare you well, my lady.
May we meet again someday, under better circumstances, when all of this is done.
I... am not sure how to respond to that.
Nobody has ever...
I mean, normally, these things are decided by others.
I have enjoyed our company, but I am wondering if it is not time for me to leave.
That would be the practical thing to do, no?
There is a freedom awaiting me that I have never known.
But I suppose the decision is yours.
Will you let me go?
Hmmm.
All right.
You make a convincing argument.
You do seem to stumble onto treasure on a regular basis, somehow.
Hah!
And what guarantee is there that I shall see any of it?
Beyond your promise, that is.
It is not that I do not trust you, precisely, but I could just as easily wind up dead.
Treasure means little to anyone in that state.
Now, now.
What kind of talk is that?
Does this situation really call for such violence?
<desc>Laughs</desc> In my line of business we like to call that "practicality." Still, I appreciate all that you've done.
Ahhh, yes, well... oaths are fine and well when you're facing death at the hands of someone you do not even know.
Surely we have come further than that?
<desc>Sigh</desc> You do know I could simply say yes now and sneak away from camp later, yes?
But if you wish to force the issue, I will not argue it.
After all, you have been of great assistance to me.
I'm willing to continue, so let's not make things unpleasant.
Fair enough?
But if you wish to force the issue, I will not argue it.
For now.
You helped me, after all, correct?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> And who could resist such a request?
Very well, I will not abandon you.
But we are not friends.
Our time has been interesting, but you do not need me, I am certain.
Come, let us not argue further.
Until we meet another time, eh?
I wish you luck.
Do you?
Hmm.
I suppose there are worse things I could do with my time than save the world...
Then allow me to express my appreciation for your help.
It has been a most beneficial arrangement.
Until we meet again.
Perhaps under better circumstances next time, yes?
This has been a fine adventure, but I find myself eager to take advantage of my new freedom.
I think the time has come for me to go.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Not even for the treasure, no.
I think it is best I go, all things considered.
Believe it or not, despite my feelings about the Crows in general I had no argument with Taliesen in specific.
He was a good friend whose only fault lie in his priorities.
I had no wish to fight him, and truly I would have preferred he not come after us at all.
But what is done is done.
Ah, I see.
Then perhaps it is time for us to part ways.
Unless you intend to take this personally?
But you have already said that you cannot accept what I did.
It cannot be both ways, my friend.
No, truly I think you and I are done.
Trust me, it is better this way.
He was.
And more.
But there is no need to relive the past.
That is all behind me, now.
On the contrary, I let him face you.
And I knew he would lose.
It was his choice, but that is all done, now.
Are you implying that you might do so?
I see.
And what is it that I should do, so as not to force you to do this thing... assuming that you could even contact the Crows, and that they would believe you.
It would almost be tempting to take you up on that threat, truly.
Ah.
Then... then so be it.
I shall simply say farewell.
Until we meet again.
I see.
A friend to the last, then, are we?
Then I shall simply say thank you.
Until we meet again.
I see.
As you say, then.
I don't know.
It seems a strange thing to simply say.
Who else would tell them?
But no matter.
You're quite welcome.
What are you waiting for?
Try them on.
Yes, yes, no need to get teary-eyed.
They're Dalish gloves.
Like your mother's.
If you don't want it, give it back.
It was nothing.
You're welcome.
It was not cheap.
Now that's gratitude for you.
That's a good thing, right?
So what does this mean?
I would be glad to have you stay.
You'd better not leave!
I would be sorely put out.
If you want to go, you should go.
Of course I want you to stay.
Go, then.
I want you to go.
I want you to do what's best for you.
No, I don't need your help.
Don't you want to stay for the treasure?
I could as easily kill you now.
I suppose not.
Go, if that's what you want.
I didn't realize you were such a coward.
Then go, if that's what you want.
You made an oath.
I think you should keep it.
I suggest you reconsider your travel plans.
I ask that you stay as a friend.
Very well.
If you want to go, then go.
I wish you would stay.
I need your help.
Don't let me keep you.
Go, if you like.
I doubt I'll need your help.
Go, if you like.
You won't stay?
Not even for the treasure?
And what about your oath to me?
You should have stayed and fought.
I can understand that, I guess.
I can't accept that.
I do.
Defend yourself! <act>Attack him.</act>
I don't want you to go.
I'll get over it.
I need your help.
Fine.
Then go.
No.
Go, if you wish.
A good friend, was he?
But you let me face him.
So long as nobody tells them, as well.
Only if I'm forced to.
You need to stay here, and uphold your oath.
You need to leave.
And never come back.
You need to go.
Find your own life... or else.
It's simply a "just in case" thing.
Why would I?
If you'll excuse me, I have this sudden urge to pack.
I had almost forgotten it.
Completion.
Are you sure you are a Grey Warden?
I think you must be an ashkaari to find a single lost blade in a country at war.
You're welcome, Sten.
What will you do now?
Now that you have your sword, shouldn't you report back?
I would thank you for this, if I knew how.
My sword is in my hand again.
I should put it to use.
I will return to the arishok with my report.
And I could deliver a much more satisfying answer to the arishok's question if the Blight were ended, don't you agree?
But it would be a much more thorough and satisfying answer to his question if the Blight were ended first, don't you agree?
You don't have to stay with us, Sten.
I think we'd do better without you, actually.
So you're staying, then?
Then lead the way.
I am one of the Beresaad.
I have never abandoned the field with the battle unmet.
I know.
What I mean is, you should go home.
Just making sure.
I'm glad to have you, Sten.
Nessa's father has agreed to let her stay with your family when they leave for the king's camp at Ostagar.
That is... unexpected.
So.
I was thinking.
We've come to know each other fairly well during our time in the Deep Roads.
You're bloody fearsome, for a human, and I'm a warrior without a house to defend.
You're bloody fearsome, for an elf, and I'm a warrior without a house to defend.
You're a bloody fearsome sort, and me, I'm a warrior without a house to defend.
Wandering about killing darkspawn with a sodding Grey Warden sounds like just the thing to keep me occupied.
So what do you say?
Are you sure about that?
You've seen what I can do.
Well, then, so be it.
I appreciate the help tracking down Branka.
Too bad we couldn't reach her before she cracked.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> What?!
You...
All right.
I swear to obey you, you dusty-eyed nug-sucker.
Can we move along now?
Now do any of the these sad-sacks following you around know the first thing about making ale?
Uh, never mind.
You can stop with the glaring.
I'll ask 'em myself.
What good would I...!
You got so many allies you couldn't use one more?
And one with a thousand shattered darkspawn skulls to his name?
Ha!
More than that!
It'll cost me my house to take a trip like this.
But I don't have a bleeding house to begin with, so who cares?
Better off up there with you than down here where the sodding children laugh at me.
Aye, I will.
But who sodding cares?
Branka ran off with my house, and I can't carry weapons down here, anyway.
And glad I am to hear it.
You won't regret it!
Ha!
I guess you both got what you wanted.
Hope it was worth the cost.
We should get back to the city now.
Share the news.
Well, that pretty much beat the sod out of how I imagined it.
You ready to head back yet and share the news?
Aye.
I wouldn't be in any hurry to get back to the Assembly, either.
Eh.
Those deshyrs have been trying to destroy the city for years.
Haven't managed yet.
Heh.
Good ol' Branka.
She's a bit, uh, abrasive, isn't she?
Guess I forgot that part about her screeching in my ear every sodding day.
Ah, well.
We'll help her get the Anvil, and then she'll come home and everything will be better.
The bloody doors of Bownammar.
I never thought I'd ever see these, you know?
Why'd you think they built them so big anyway?
Over-compensation?
Anyway, you'd better be ready to crack skulls once we get in there.
Bownammar's been lost to the darkspawn for generations.
I'm pretty stupid, I'll give you that, but even I won't fight through these hissing beasts just to see some big doors.
You're funny, Warden.
Bleeding hilarious.
This place makes my skin crawl.
Branka was thinking about me!
I knew she still cared!
Old softy.
Looks like the Dead Trenches is our next stop, then.
They say the darkspawn nest there, whole herds of 'em.
But if that's where Branka went, then that's where I'm going.
It looks like Branka went on from here.
From the looks of it, she didn't stay more than a few days.
And I doubt she found any more sign of the Anvil than we have.
If I had to guess, I'd say she probably tried the Dead Trenches next.
Bownammar was Caridin's other great achievement.
Before the darkspawn took it, anyway.
A bit.
Onward and downward's the best I can make out.
Aye.
I think the Dead Trenches should be our next stop.
Caridin's other great creation and all that.
The Anvil's as likely to be there as anywhere.
Looks like that bone-picker is living in Branka's old camp.
Did you see the marks on the floor?
There were a lot of people and fires there once.
Those must be Branka's papers he said were taken by the spiders.
Nothing that fragile would be left from the thaig.
Now I know she's not here anymore.
She'd never have let something like that sleep in the same spot she did.
By the tits of my ancestors, Ortan Thaig.
I never thought I'd see this place in the flesh.
I can see Branka all over this place.
She always took chips from the walls at regular intervals when she was in a new tunnel--check their composition. 
If she was still here, though, she'd have sentries out by now.
Well, aren't you a sodding bright spot today?
If everyone's dead, there'd be evidence of a major battle, wouldn't there?
Three hundred or so dwarves don't just fade away.
This was Caridin's home thaig.
He was an Ortan before he got raised to Paragon.
Even stayed here when he could have had his own house.
I guess he didn't want to move his people to Bownammar.
The city of the dead.
Caridin built it to honor the Legion of the Dead, but it was more like a sodding mausoleum than anything.
Of course, that was all before he built the Anvil.
After that, he was the city's pet genius until he angered the king and fell into disfavor.
No, no, there was a thaig here, the Ortan Thaig.
Bownammar is north and west of here, but that's not important.
Or at least, I hope it isn't. 
The City of the Dead is known as the Dead Trenches since the darkspawn conquered it.
Much of the Legion was destroyed when the fortress fell.
No one does.
At the time, Ortan Thaig was almost part of the main city.
No one bothered to mark where the Anvil was stored.
Now, it's impossible to know if it's been moved or even destroyed.
But trust me.
If we find it, we find Branka.
I don't know.
This was always her goal.
She figured if the Anvil wasn't here, there would at least be some clue to point her to where it is.
Couldn't have said it better myself.
Why are you heading back to the city?
We won't sodding find Branka going that way.
This looks like the right way out.
Ortan Thaig.
It won't be long now.
Too many sodding tracks here.
Some must belong to those thick-boot Legionnaires, but we'll probably run into more darkspawn soon.
Still, you seem to be holding up.
Just don't expect me to kill everything and cover your ass, too, when the real fighting starts.
I can't believe she led the whole house through here.
It's impossible to defend a group that size.
Stupid idea, but she must have had a reason.
Sometimes it frightened me just listening to her think out loud.
Made me feel like a child trying to understand an adult conversation.
Aye.
We're definitely on the right track.
I can see she marked some of the walls--had a lodestone she always used when she was in the deeps.
Liked to mark the walls every few hours to make sure she was on the right path.
Little hard to see against all the other marks there, but they're hers, sure enough.
You'll see when you meet her, it's impossible not to.
Best mind Orzammar's seen in centuries.
She's the best thing that ever happened to me.
My thoughts exactly.
Caridin's Cross!
I can't believe Harrowmont actually tracked this place down.
I can't believe Bhelen actually tracked this place down.
This used to be one of the biggest crossroads in the old empire.
You could get anywhere from here.
Including Ortan Thaig.
Aye.
Branka dug up some maps of the ancient empire.
It's a little tough to tell with so much of it collapsed now, but near as I can figure we're on the right path to Ortan Thaig.
Looks like it's just off the lowest part of the road here.
I expect we'll start seeing signs of Branka soon.
I've been waiting for someone to say that for two sodding years.
Not a one, but trust me, we will once we're on the path to the old Ortan Thaig.
She was going to Caridin's home.
Only Branka's hero, the most famed Paragon ever to rise from Smith Caste.
He built the Anvil, and he's the only one who ever knew its secret.
It's the home of Caridin, the Paragon who made the Anvil.
He was an Ortan before he founded his own house, and even then, he spent most of his time in their thaig.
Branka figured it was the best guess for where the Anvil was located.
No one but Caridin ever really knew more than that it had some kind of Stone-blessed power.
Every golem who ever ranged across the empire was hammered on the steel of that Anvil, but no one ever knew exactly how they were made.
But Branka was sure <emp>she</emp> could find out.
Well, according to Branka's maps, Ortan Thaig ought to be off the lowest part of the main road here....
Oh, ho.
The all-powerful Warden comes crawling back from the Deep Roads to ask for my help.
Maybe if you got over yourself and let me come with you, you could sodding get somewhere down there.
Great.
I knew you'd come around eventually.
You need to pull your head out of your ass and agree to work with me.
Beyond that, I ain't saying.
Well, you could try.
But the way I see it, there's two ways that turns out.
Either you kill me or I kill you, and either way you're no closer to Branka.
Seems like a much smarter course to pool our muscle and search her out together, no?
Guess you weren't crawling long enough.
I can wait.
Well, whatever it was that's so all-fired important, you done with it?
We ready to go find my sodding wife?
Then hurry your ass up already!
I'll be waiting.
So.
You were serious before when you said you wanted to help Branka, huh?
I'm Oghren.
I don't know if you remember.
People seem to forget me these days.
Or ignore.
I forget which.
Not everyone hates me, you know.
There's enough people who know I'm interested, they make sure I hear if anyone's looking for her.
They say Bhelen's given up on his scouts and is sending you.
They say Harrowmont's teams finally learned something and he's sending you to follow it.
There you are.
I thought I'd spoken to a Grey Warden, but for some reason I'd chalked it up to the drink.
Ah, I know you're down here to look for Branka, and, uh, I need to ask a favor.
You remembered.
I'm sodding touched.
Maybe now that his highness thinks my Branka can be rescued, you don't think I'm quite so crazy, huh?
I guess now that Ser Upright and Honest thinks my Branka's still alive, you're not so quick to say I'm crazy, huh?
I'm <emp>still</emp> her husband.
More than that, I'm the only one who cares about her as a person, not some symbol to leave in the Deep Roads where she can't offend anyone.
I'm the only one who still cares about her as a person.
Everyone else thinks she's just a symbol they can leave in the Deep Roads where she can't offend anyone.
I mean to get her back, and you wouldn't be down here if you weren't trying for the same thing.
Stranger!
Have you seen a Grey Warden hereabouts?
I heard tell that he... or was that she--you understand, this was several flagons ago--was setting out to search for Branka on the prince's own orders.
I've been privy to the rumor that he... or was it she--you understand this was many mugs ago--was searching for Branka on Lord Harrowmont's own command.
Impossible!
I have read all the tales and legends about the Grey Wardens.
Now where is the real Warden?
Stout and muscular, fair of face, but with a strong jaw and a bold nose, surrounded by a great glowing nimbus.
If she's a woman, she might be more slight, but her eyes will shine with the light of purity and her large but chaste bosom will heave magnificently.
But I guess standards aren't what they used to be.
Hey.
Can I ask you a favor?
I've been looking for hours, but I haven't seen anyone who looks like that.
Very frustrating.
Well, if you're the best they've got, then standards must have fallen way down.
But I suppose that would account for an elf being down here.
But I suppose that would account for a human in Orzammar.
But I suppose that would account for that pack of surfacers you've got with you.
But I guess there's not too many others who'd brave the Deep Roads on their own.
Say, could I ask you a favor?
Seriously?
You're the Warden?
I mean, the Grey Warden?
Well, I'm only her sodding husband, aren't I?
Not to mention the only one who wastes a precious second looking for her.
So why are you so interested?
Unless....
Hey, hold off here, Wardens and their staff are the only non-dwarves who've been allowed in the city lately.
Does that mean that you...
...or one of them...
...are a Warden?
I have to say, from all the tales, I was expecting something a little more impressive.
Well, you know, someone who really catches the eye.
Got me there.
I really couldn't give a nug's ass about who is and isn't a Warden.
Could I ask you a favor?
Name's Oghren, and if you've ever heard of me before, it's probably all been about how I piss ale and kill little boys who look at me wrong. <desc>Laughs</desc>
And that's mostly true, but the part they never say is how I'm the only one still trying to save our only Paragon.
Princey and his Harrowness may be looking for Branka now, but only because they see a gain from it.
So I figured if no one worthwhile's willing to look, I'd come to you.
Ach!
I'm not some sodding elf maiden who sits around and waits for a passing hero to solve my problems.
I'm a bloody warrior!
Oh, stuff your head!
I have a bleeding Paragon to find.
I don't have time to worry about your sodding feelings. 
I'm not saying I should be your first pick for a dance partner at whatever highness's inaugural ball, but in the Deep Roads, I'm your man.
And if you're looking for Branka, I'm the only one who knows what she was looking for, which might be pretty sodding helpful in finding her.
You think I'm going to give that away when I don't even know your intentions?
What I want is a trade.
I know what Branka wanted and how she was looking.
You, presumably, know everything Bhelen's scouts have discovered about where she disappeared.
I know what Branka wanted and how she was looking.
You, I assume, know whatever Harrowmont's men have dug up on where exactly she disappeared.
If we pool our knowledge, we stand a chance of finding Branka.
Otherwise, good sodding luck. 
Perfect.
You ready to get going?
You should know that Branka was looking for the Anvil of the Void, the secret to building golems, which was lost centuries ago.
No one's ever found a way to duplicate it, but if Branka could recover it, Orzammar might finally drive the darkspawn back for good.
As far as anyone knows, the Anvil was built in the old Ortan Thaig.
Branka planned to start looking there, if she could ever find it. 
All she knew was that it was past Caridin's Cross.
No one's seen that thaig for five hundred years.
Great.
Once we're there, I should be able to pick up Branka's trail, no trouble.
Lead on.
All right.
Let's not waste another minute, then.
Branka was looking for the Anvil of the Void.
Might have been the most important invention in Orzammar's history.
The smith Caridin built it, and with it, Orzammar had a hundred years of peace, while it was protected by the golems forged on the Anvil.
No one ever learned the Anvil's secret, or how to smith a golem without it, and since it was lost, Orzammar's grown more vulnerable every year.
Why do you sodding think?
She left me!
Ran off and took our entire sodding house on her mad quest for the Anvil.
It was a stupid move.
If I'd been with her, she'd have made it back years ago.
But I forgive her.
Why?
We were sodding <emp>married</emp> until she left me and took our whole house into the Deep Roads on her mad quest for the Anvil.
Well, I'll wait here, then.
But she's been gone two years already, and every day down there is a chance for bloody death.
So the longer you wait, the more likely I'll be marking any of her injuries on your hide.
It's the Deep Roads.
I'll kill darkspawn.
Outside of that, what difference does it make?
Perfect.
What's one more?
No, you can't.
Because if Bhelen's information was good enough, he'd have bloody well found her already.
Then if Harrowmont knows so much, how come none of his men have found her already?
Branka was a brilliant girl, but half the time she'd add two and two and make it fifty.
You want to find her, you need someone who knows how she thinks.
Someone who's got the notes and the maps <emp>she</emp> was working from, not whatever was discovered after.
You need me.
Fine.
You know what?
Go out there.
Crawl around in the dark for a few days.
You'll see what a sodding great warren it is out there.
Branka had maps, ancient ones, of what the roads looked like back when this was an empire.
Maps that I have now.
But, never mind.
Go.
Knock yourself out.
And when you realize you need me, come back, and we can finally get something done.
I know where she was going, not how to get there.
It's a lost thaig, you know.
No one's seen it for centuries!
If Bhelen managed to find it, that's only because he's got dozens of warriors he can send to search night and day.
If Harrowmont tracked it down, it's only because he's got whole teams of loyal soldiers who can do the searching for him.
He doesn't care if another few weeks of delay might mean Branka's death.
I was hoping you're different.
Believe me, I have.
But where she was going, it's a lost thaig.
No one's seen it in centuries.
I searched as far as I could, but...
It would take teams of warriors searching weeks on end to cover enough ground to hope to find it.
Which, I assume, is just what Harrowmont's men have done.
And they shared what they found with you.
Which, I assume, is exactly what Bhelen's scouts have done.
And they gave the fruits of their labor to you.
But they haven't found Branka herself, and that means whatever they've got, it's not enough if you don't know what she was looking for.
Aye.
Lots of folks know that, but you don't know what, right?
Aye.
That blowhard Loilinar.
And if you asked him, all he probably said is "Oh, that Oghren, he pisses ale and kills little boys who look at him wrong."
Hey, hold off there.
What are you doing going for the Deep Roads by yourself?
Only warriors in approved scouting parties and those with direct permission from the Assembly can exit here. 
So, I figure you must be that Grey Warden everyone's on about.
Was expecting something a little more impressive.
Ugh, I know who you are!
That casteless whelp who ran off to become a Warden.
Oh, I heard about you.
The exiled princess, returned in Grey Wardens' armor to put the past behind her.
Oh, I heard about you.
The exiled prince, coming back as a Grey Warden, put his past behind him.
Hey, I heard about you.
Grey Warden, coming from the surface, great crisis in the world. 
People are saying how you've thrown yourself on Harrowmont's wagon train.
Someone saw you talking to Vartag Gavorn, and now it's all over that you've been doing dirty errands for Bhelen.
I figured you'd be the one, you know, who could help me find Branka.
But I guess you're just like all the rest.
You don't need a king to face a Blight.
You need a Paragon!
Too little, too late, but it's a nice gesture, Warden.
If you think your boot-kissing'll get you an in I don't have, you're welcome to try this.
I know both Harrowmont and Bhelen have been asking about her.
Two years without a peep, and suddenly now they want to start looking.
If you find out what they know, it might put me a step closer to finding her.
Or sit here and have a drink.
It's all the bleeding same to me.
Barkeep!
Sure, and sod off yourself while you're at it.
I need a drink.
Branka's a Paragon, only one smart enough to be raised in the last four generations.
She's a smith, invented some kind of new coal that burns clean.
What's it matter to you, huh?
You trying to find out her secrets?
That what Harrowmont sent you here for?
Why do you care, huh?
You looking to uncover all her secrets?
Is that what Bhelen wants?
I know he's been poking around, trying to find things out about her, what she was looking for.
Won't tell me spit, though.
He looking to take it for himself?
A little lost technology of the ancients to throw Bhelen right out of the picture?
He wants it for himself, right?
A little blessing from the ancients' technology, and he's assured the throne, is that it?
You <emp>are</emp> looking for it!
Of course.
That's all anyone cares about.
Well, sod off and sod your mother, too.
I need a bleeding drink.
Aye, of course!
I'm her bleeding husband, aren't I?
She left me here and took our entire house when she left.
Is that what you were looking for?
Well, there it is, fine.
The Assembly elects them, but they're higher than the Assembly.
They become nobles, but they're more than anyone born to a house. 
They're what every dwarf with a spine not made of soap dreams of being!
Aye, of course.
Being a Paragon would be a dusted sight better than this.
City's only living Paragon, and she's been lost in the Deep Roads for two years!
Two years and no one's raised a bleeding army to go look for her.
It'll be two years tomorrow!
By all the holy sodding ancestors, how can you people just ignore that?
Branka didn't go alone, Oghren.
She took the whole house.
Everybody but you.
Get out of here before I call a guardsman.
You think I'm afraid of some cub warrior who's barely off the teat?
I'll--
You lift a weapon or attack a single citizen in Orzammar and you're stripped of your caste and exiled.
Even you can't have forgotten that.
So just get over to Tapsters and drown yourself already.
You know as well as I do that's how this always ends.
I don't need you tagging along.
No, I've no need of you.
Swear to obey me, and you can come along.
What good would you be to me, exactly?
I thought dwarves hated voyaging to the surface.
But you'll lose your caste if you go to the surface.
I'd be glad to have you with me, Oghren.
I want to look around a little more.
Let's get going before it's too late.
Yet, here we are.
Now you get to attack the fortress with me!
Any idea where she went?
Well, can you follow her trail?
Never mind.
Let's just keep moving.
What if Branka and everyone died?
What can you tell me about these ruins?
What's Bownammar?
So there was a city here?
And you have no idea where this Anvil is?
Where would Branka have gone if not here?
Was Branka really smart?
Have you seen any sign of her here yet?
You still respect her, don't you?
Let's go kill some more darkspawn.
Not much challenge, yet.
So, you know where to go from here?
Great.
Let's go.
See any sign of Branka yet?
Who's Caridin, again?
What's so important about Ortan Thaig?
Do you know anything else about the Anvil?
Great.
Lead on and shut up.
All right.
You might as well come along.
What do I need to do to find Branka?
Tell me what you know or I'll kill you.
Not a chance.
I'll find her myself.
You're married?
Actually, I'm not quite done.
You're Branka's ex-husband.
How did you know I'm here about Branka?
You're Oghren, right?
Aren't you her ex-husband?
You've been trying to get help to find Branka, right?
I am the Grey Warden, and that would be "he."
I am the Grey Warden, and that would be "she."
What does this Grey Warden look like?
You might want to look right here.
You idiot!
I'm the Warden you're looking for.
None of the Grey Wardens I know look like that.
Sorry.
Haven't seen anyone who fits that description.
What do you know about Branka?
Sorry.
Haven't heard anything about that.
Oh?
What were you looking for?
Why are you looking for a Warden?
That's how you butter someone up to ask them for help?
Why not?
Everyone else does.
Not after you just insulted me!
What was she looking for?
Sounds like we have a deal.
No time like the present.
Bhelen gave me a map.
I can get to Caridin's Cross.
Harrowmont gave me a map.
I can get to Caridin's Cross.
First tell me what Branka was looking for.
I have a few things I want to do first.
If you're married, why aren't you out there with Branka?
What was Branka looking for?
What anvil?
Why do you care so much about Branka, anyway?
I'm serious.
I don't want to work with you.
There are a few things I have to do first.
I don't know.
Will you behave yourself?
Don't I have enough armed lunatics following me already?
Not a chance.
I can find her without you.
I don't need anyone.
Now get out of my way.
Why haven't you already found her?
And what do you want in return for this information?
Why haven't you gone after her yourself?
I heard she was looking for some ancient technology.
Didn't I see you bickering with some noble earlier?
My only concern is raising allies against the Blight.
I don't need to justify myself to you.
Goodbye.
Should I know you or this "Branka"?
What are you talking about?
What technology?
And this Branka is one of them?
Including you?
You only noticed this now?
You are a soldier worthy to stand among the Beresaad.
I did not think so when we first met.
Enjoy this while it lasts.
It won't happen again.
You sound surprised.
You must have heard this before.
Callow?
You thought I was callow?
Um... thanks, I guess.
Callow?
It is a word in your tongue.
It means, "without feathers." As a new-hatched bird. 
I know what the word means.
Why would you expect me to have feathers?
Never mind, Sten.
Then why ask?
I meant, why did you think I was callow?
Shall we move on, then?
...Perhaps I spoke too soon.
You probably give most people that impression.
You'll get over it.
Eventually.
What changed your mind?
I'm not really a soldier, you know.
You are welcome. 
You did, of course.
You missed your destiny.
But it is not an entirely bad thing.
The day will come when the arishok sends us here.
On that day, I will not look to find you on the battlefield.
You think the qunari will invade Ferelden?
I hope I won't see you then, too.
The future.
Perhaps it will not come to pass.
There is no point in dwelling on it.
We should move on.
In time.
Questions like this certainly contributed to the impression.
Oho!
I see.
Pull on the leash when correction is needed, is it?
Have it your way, I suppose.
It is of no matter.
I would have asked earlier, but I wanted to wait until you seemed ready to speak.
Which you do.
I see.
You are a terribly odd man.
You know this, I hope.
I see.
You are a terribly odd woman.
You know this, I hope.
Well here is the thing: I swore an oath to serve you, yes?
And I understand the quest you're on and this is all very fine and well.
My question pertains to what you intend to do with me once this business is over with.
As a point of curiosity.
Not precisely.
I said I would serve you until you saw fit to release me.
One simply assumes that, once your Grey Warden business is finished, you would have no need of an assassin to follow you about.
Am I wrong?
Oh?
Not more than friends?
Spoilsport.
It is good to know what my options might be.
But that is for another time.
For now, we have much to do, yes?
Indeed we shall.
So would I, I should think.
Indeed?
Hmm.
I might even be glad to call myself such, come to think of it.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I'm sure that I could come up with a few more, if pressed.
I see.
Then I shall have to brush up on my shoe-shining skills, won't I?
Oh?
That is certainly good to know, considering the Crows are no longer a concern.
Oh?
I made the oath willingly, but if that's how you see it then all the better.
For the moment it's still best I stay, considering my standing with the Crows.
But let's assume that I didn't desire to leave, when the time came.
What then?
Oh, I imply nothing specific, of course.
Of course it is afterwards.
The ravishing part is a given.
Now there's a thought.
Normally I am the one doing the ravishing when it comes to comely lasses...
I like it.
Oh?
What's this?
I get ravished once all is said and done?
What a dirty little mind you have, my friend.
I'm impressed.
But you are also distracting me from the point.
I said I would serve until you released me.
Could I?
And what if I didn't wish to leave?
It is difficult to say.
Is there no one that I might stay for?
That makes it an easy decision, then.
How should I know?
I cannot see the future.
What if I liked it here?
What if we became fond of each other, hmm?
Stranger things have happened.
Such negativity.
Tsk.
See?
I have a tendency to grow on others.
You'll see.
See?
I knew I would grow on you.
I have that effect.
No?
Too bad.
I was hoping that you might.
Ahh.
Well, I suppose there are worse alternatives.
You may not.
Is this really a good time?
I have something else to ask.
No, ignore me.
Let's get going.
Fine.
Go ahead and ask.
Does your oath expire then?
I could always use a friend.
No.
Definitely not.
We'll have to see, won't we?
I'd like that.
There's always a use or two for a handsome elf.
I will always need a servant, trust me.
Not at all.
You could go, if you wanted.
I'll not hold you to any oath.
Leave whenever you like.
Why would I do anything with you?
Is this after I ravish you in celebration?
You could go, if you wanted.
Why wouldn't you go, if you had the chance?
As a friend, perhaps.
No more.
I truly doubt it.
I could use a friend, perhaps.
I'm already quite fond of you.
I don't really care where you go.
No matter why you did it, still it was done, and I the benefactor.
So... thank you.
You say that so quickly, and yet it is an odd thing for me to hear.
I am slow to think of these things, but then they are not entirely familiar to me, after all.
In the Crows, we do not have "friends," and yet here you are and I cannot help but consider you such.
What we are doing here... stopping the Blight.
I can not think of anything I have ever done which is so worthy.
Ah, and here I thought... well, it does not matter what I thought.
I was mistaken.
Forgive me for assuming too much.
Still, I am glad to accompany you on your quest, as it is.
You have made for a most amiable partner... more than I normally expect from a mark. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
But nevertheless, the thanks needed to be said.
Let us continue on our way.
No, there is a need.
I am simply not accustomed to the customs that come with... our arrangement.
We are friends, Zevran.
I was glad to do it.
It's about damned time.
We are comrades-in-arms.
I consider you a friend, as well.
We're not really friends, Zevran.
I did what I had to.
That's it.
I think of you as more than a friend.
There's no need.
We've no business with the likes of you.
Ever since Master Karvel Glavonak got so drunk he insulted House Caridin--
I'm looking for a qunari sword that you bought.
You broke into my house for <emp>that</emp>?
Surrender the blade before I lose patience, dwarf.
So it's <emp>your</emp> sword?
Faryn didn't mention he took it off a <emp>live</emp> giant.
It must be worth something to you, then.
Why don't you give him his sword before this gets ugly?
The owner is a very large, angry friend of mine.
It's worth your life; how's that sound?
You know, that sounds like a great idea.
Now, why don't you take your sword and leave?
Since he's not here, I don't see how that's my problem.
If that's all you want, sure.
That blade wasn't exactly cheap, and it looks like it's important to you.
I'll let it go for six sovereigns.
The number's got a nice sound to it, don't you think?
I still can't believe he attacked you...
I had no idea he had sunk so low.
Six?
That's insane!
Two sovereigns.
You think qunari swords are easy to find this far south?
It's probably the only one on this side of the Waking Sea.
All right.
I'll pay it.
That wasn't so bad, was it?
Since I'm in a hurry, I'll just accept that.
Three.
It wasn't cheap, you know.
Good.
That wasn't so hard, was it?
Fine.
I'll pay it.
I can't pay that.
How about you leave my house, then?
Now, why would you be interested in that?
I'm looking for the qunari sword you bought.
It's mine.
And how much is it worth to you, exactly?
You know, Faryn didn't mention the giant he took it from was <emp>alive</emp>.
Name your price.
Excellent idea.
Why don't you give up the sword and we'll go?
How's your life sound?
It's in my strongbox.
Here's the key.
Now why don't you leave me alone?
Six sovereigns.
Six?
That's crazy!
You think I'm easy to push around?
Two sovereigns.
Take it or leave it.
I could just kill you and take it for free.
That blade cost good money, you know.
So it'll be six sovereigns or you can shove off.
You might be on to something there.
That wasn't so hard, was it?
That's not my problem.
It costs what it costs.
It could cost you your life, dwarf.
Good point.
Then get out of my face.
Are you going to do business, or are you going to leave?
I'm a busy fellow.
Thank you for returning Kevhanar to us!
That's one weight off my shoulders--if only that was the only one I had.
Eyes open.
Valazz will want to finish the job.
: You escort him safely.
: Haven't arrived yet.
Three.
Final offer.
Pleasure doing business, and all that rot.
[: A fun dungeon inside.
No writing, though.]
What operation would you like for the Mountain Pass?
Jump me between locations.
Plot Debug.
Which plot do you want?
What would you like to do? (To progress naturally - always select entry 2 and talk with Ignacio.)
A Murder of Crows.
I've killed my first mark.
The receives a rendezvous note after defeating Zevran.
I've killed the last mark.
I've finished all of the scrolls.
I think you should leave.
Then allow me to say this.
I intend to see this through to the end with you.
After all... someone must take responsibility for preventing your untimely death.
A suitable task for a friend, yes?
Now isn't that odd?
Just a year ago Taliesen was telling me, "Zevran, why are your plans always so horrid?"
Planning has never been my strong suit.
Now, killing... killing and love-making.
Killing and love-making and witty retorts.
Those I am better at.
I forget where I was going with this.
Well, no matter.
Oh, <emp>I'm</emp> not going to die.
It's always the Grey Wardens that die.
Did you not read stories as a child?
The hero always dies.
Unless the hero has a trusty sidekick with him.
Then... hmmm.
Then the sidekick dies, instead.
I knew there was a catch.
This friendship business is for the birds, I see.
If someone had said to me just a year ago, "Zevran, my lad, you're going to fail against your most important mark and it will be the smartest thing you've ever done," I would have slit his throat.
So, yes, I'm right with you on the "never know what's going to happen" bit.
I believe I founded the club.
I said that not long ago.
Taliesen offered to come to the ambush with me and I said, "Taliesen, I don't need any help.
This Grey Warden is a new recruit.
How hard could it be?"
But then, if I had been more open-minded to his help, either you would be dead or I would be.
So it was better I refused.
Huh.
I... must admit that I have thought of you in the same way.
I simply had no idea you might... feel the same.
How very novel.
Well, now that that moment's over with, shall we return to the road?
I was working with another Crow, a rather handsome human fellow with the most brilliant eyes... but I digress.
We had been flirting for hours while waiting for a mark to return home, and I was beginning to find him tiresome.
And then the fellow up and vomited upon my good leather shoes.
I was working with another Crow, a rather buxom human lass with the roundest posterior you had ever laid eyes upon... but I digress.
We had been flirting for hours while waiting for a mark to return home, and I was beginning to find her tiresome.
And then the lass up and vomited upon my good leather shoes.
Well, I turned to the fellow and said, "Thank the Maker!
I thought it was just me."
Well, I turned to the lass and said, "Thank the Maker!
I thought it was just me." <desc>Laughs</desc>
Better warned than in too deep.
But never mind.
Sometimes these things fly right over my head.
Probably.
We may have been drinking at the time, I don't care to remember.
Oh, this won't take long.
Trust me.
Well, now, I imagine that's a very fair question.
Being an assassin, after all, is a living at least as far as such things go.
I was simply never given the opportunity to choose another way.
So if that choice presents itself, why should I not seize upon it?
I don't know that I would put it precisely that way.
I was but a boy of seven when I was purchased.
For three sovereigns, I'm told.
Which is a good price, considering I was all ribs and bone and didn't know the pommel of a dagger from the pointy end.
The Crows buy all their assassins that way.
Buy them young, raise them to know nothing else but murder.
And if you do poorly in your training, you die.
Mm?
To be truthful, I didn't even know the Crows existed when I joined them.
Now that you mention it, I am not entirely certain.
I think that's an excellent plan.
You don't need to die either, you know.
You never know what's going to happen.
I don't need any help.
Was he sick?
And?
Your point?
I don't get it.
That's it?
That's the story?
Are you saying I make you sick?
Was she sick?
We don't have time for this.
So... you're simply bored?
And that system works?
That sounds awful.
So you had a hard life.
Big deal.
You didn't choose to join the Crows?
But what would you rather do?
I don't think I'd have made it without you!
What?
He's already dead?
Valazz is dead.
Yes.
Is there some sort of reward?
What were they doing?
It did not look like it served any purpose.
They were playing.
That's not a real question, is it?
Don't tell me qunari children are always serious?
Long Forgotten Mysteries.
Cultist camp found.
That word means nothing to me.
Cultists found and attacked.
I asked it.
!
Let our cries be heard!
Oh Horned One, be manifest!
!
He's magnificent!
We bask in your glory!
!
Unbelievers lie in the shadows, their blood must be spilled and offered to !
Kill the intruders!
When do they have time to waste on foolishness?
They have much to learn.
What do qunari children do, if they don't play?
Cultist Ruins
You were a child once, you must remember it.
Qunari must lead very dull lives.
They study.
Yes.
I remember days spent in study.
Competency <emp>is</emp> less exciting, I admit.
Study serves better than... whatever that was.
What do they study?
They must play sometimes.
That's all they do?
They learn their place in the world.
What do you mean, "their place in the world?"
Qunari parents really treat their children this way?
That explains a lot about you, Sten.
Well... ah... good question.
If you see anything unusual, let me know.
Every animal plays, Sten.
They're children.
It's what they do.
Your priests clearly should have spent more time training you.
That may be the difference, then. qunari are men, not animals.
What do your priests teach the imekari, if not how to be adults?
"Parents?" Are you speaking nonsense on purpose?
That's not what priests do.
Where do you want to go?
To the Cultist's Demon Summon Circle.
If you insist on speaking, use real words.
Parents teach children to be adults, not priests.
You must know what parents are.
What do qunari call people with children?
Very funny, Sten.
Must I?
Then explain it to me with intelligible words.
Ha, poor Tristal--he worries enough for the lot of us.
And this delay...
Tamassrans.
Fine, explain nothing.
It matters not.
But the imekari are not "theirs." They belong to the qunari, not the priesthood.
Then who train the imekari?
Their parents, of course.
Who "trains" qunari children?
So, only your priests have children?
Parents don't own children, they're the ones who birth them.
So, they're raised by priests, but they belong to everyone?
Of course not.
The tamassrans raise the children.
They don't bear them.
You let your imekari be raised by <emp>them</emp>?
That explains much.
Cute.
I'm serious.
I liked it.
As am I.
Of course.
You compete against your fellow assassins, and those who survive are rightfully proud of it.
Oh, I don't know about that.
The Crows who are actually good enough to survive come to enjoy some of the benefits.
Was I whining?
Hmm.
It's not a life without benefits, for those who can actually survive it long enough to become good.
In Antiva, being a Crow gets you respect.
It gets you wealth.
It gets you women... and men, or whatever it is you might fancy.
But that does mean doing what is expected of you, always.
And it means being expendable.
It's a cage, if a gilded cage.
Pretty.
But confining.
At the moment, I happen to fancy you.
Which is handy, as I happen to be following you about the countryside.
That is, of course, presuming you don't decide to kill me at some point.
It spoils the mood, I'm told.
I fancy many things.
I fancy things that are beautiful and things that are strong.
I fancy things that are dangerous and exciting.
Would you be offended if I said I fancied you?
Ahhh, that's too bad.
I do so enjoy it when I get to be flirty.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> This is good to know.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Oh... you are speaking seriously, aren't you?
I do forget that this is not Antiva City.
We are... a little more open-minded about such things, where I hail from.
Is this something that I should beg pardon for?
Of course.
My mistake.
Then I do apologize.
Though I'll remind you... you did ask.
Pleasantly, I hope.
You did ask, remember?
But I believe we were talking about my leaving the Crows.
I certainly hope so.
I have earned the Crows a great deal of money, and none of it has come easily.
And become the next mark for some up-and-coming Crow?
Not likely.
The only way to leave is for them to think you're dead.
And even then you'd best be scarce.
As for what I'll do in the future... presuming that there is one...
I truly can't imagine.
It might be interesting to go into business for myself, for a change.
Far away from Antiva, of course.
For now, naturally, I go where you go.
Everything changes, my friend.
And be slaughtered?
Perish the thought!
Eventually can be a very, very long time if one plays one's cards right.
And here I am, happy to be had.
Isn't it wonderful how things work out that way?
Come, now.
Enough chit-chat.
Talking about the Crows summons them, you know.
Any Antivan fishwife could tell you so.
So what is it you fancy, exactly?
No, but you needn't bother.
But I'm a man.
No, just don't do it again.
I should hope so!
No, I just... was surprised.
Err... yes, actually.
You sound like you've been spoiled.
Why didn't you just leave, then?
You think that will change?
And when you get the first chance to betray me?
Won't the Crows eventually find you?
I'm happy to have you along.
You are a Grey Warden, yet you know little of your own order.
You do not know yourself, or what you are for.
It was cruel of your people to leave you this way.
The tamassrans see that all qunari know themselves.
This tower is the only place in Ferelden where mages may study their art among others of their kind.
But the Circle Tower is as much a prison as a refuge; the ever-vigilant templars of the Chantry watch over all mages, constantly alert for any sign of corruption.
Now, that apprenticeship is nearly over and all that remains is the final test: the Harrowing.
Why would my people decide who I am?
Becoming a Grey Warden was a recent development.
I do know who and what I am.
Because you cannot decide who they are.
And you were not trained beforehand?
Why do you hesitate?
It is your task to fight the archdemon, isn't it?
Sten, that argument makes no sense.
No one can tell me who I am.
I have to decide that myself.
You cannot make the world suit you.
You must suit the world.
Decide, then.
We have to deal with Loghain first.
We aren't finished with our preparations yet.
What's your rush?
It is my task, but I'm not ready yet.
And somehow, this will bring us closer to the archdemon?
Interesting strategy.
If you fail, preparation beforehand will have been pointless, and if you succeed, it will be by sheer chance anyway.
Perhaps you did not notice the Blight destroying the land?
Perhaps it should not be left to you, then.
What do you want to do?
Charge straight at the archdemon?
Well, whatever I do, you have to follow me.
At least we would be going in the right direction.
I weary of this.
Can we move on?
Just lead us to the battle.
For now.
Have to?
Just keep testing that theory.
You don't belong to them.
Are you a slave?
They knew me before I was born.
I was birthed on the day they chose.
Placed in the world by their hands.
When I die, it will be the tamassrans who note my passing.
I am their work.
What I do is for my people, always.
You never do anything just for yourself?
They made you, but they can't make decisions for you.
That would be a waste.
There is... something in knowing exactly where you belong.
No need.
I have been trained to choose as they would.
A life is so much greater than a single man.
There is little point in pursuing this.
We should move on.
I suppose you think the qunari are better?
Wisdom is like breath.
You need it, but no other can give you theirs.
Fine, where do you find wisdom, then?
I feel sorry for you, then.
What do you have priests for, then?
So there's no real point in talking to you about this.
You need food, water, and shelter.
Wisdom is optional.
Guides along the path to mastery.
You build roads, but you must walk them with your own feet.
How are you supposed to find it, then?
Agreed.
Then you are only half alive.
Food, water, shelter sustain the body.
Wisdom sustains the soul.
It's everywhere.
In every moment of eternity there is a chance to find it.
You have only to reach for it.
I wouldn't have spoken about it before, but... you have been a good friend.
There is no reason for me not to speak of it now.
Yes, I suppose it is time.
You have been a good friend to me, after all.
There is no reason to be silent.
There is a reason I accepted this mission in Ferelden, far away from home, and it had nothing to do with any thought that I might leave the Crows.
Meeting you, after all, was quite an accident.
My last mission before this one... did not end well.
I do not know.
A little of both, perhaps?
You must realize that until that day I was cocky and arrogant.
I was the best Crow in Antiva, I believed, and I bragged of my conquests often... both as an assassin and lover.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Indeed.
I was often told I was insufferable... right before I ended up in bed with someone.
Such is how it was.
One of the Crow masters grew tired of my boasting.
My bid for an incredibly difficult mark was accepted, much to my surprise: A wealthy merchant with many guards and completely silent.
Taliesen agreed to be part of my team, as well as an elven lass named Rinna.
She was... a marvel.
Tough, smooth, wicked.
Eyes that gleamed like justice.
Everything I thought I desired.
Rinna was special.
I had closed off my heart, I thought, but she touched something within me.
It frightened me.
When Taliesen revealed to me that Rinna had accepted a bribe from the merchant, told him of our plan, I readily agreed that she needed to pay the price and allowed Taliesen to kill her.
Rinna begged me not to.
On her knees, with tears in her eyes, she told me that she loved me and had not betrayed us.
I laughed in her face and said that even if it were true, I didn't care.
Yes.
It was.
I convinced myself it was.
Taliesen cut her throat and I watched her bleed as she stared up at me.
I spat on her for betraying the Crows.
When Taliesen and I finally assassinated the merchant we found the true source of his information.
Rinna had not betrayed us after all.
I... wanted to tell the Crows what we had done, our mistake.
Taliesen convinced me not to.
He said it would be a foolish waste.
So we reported that Rinna had died in the attempt.
We needn't have bothered.
The Crows knew what we had done.
The master who disliked me told me so to my face.
He said the Crows knew... and they didn't care.
And one day my turn would come.
Of that I have no doubt at all.
To rub it in my face, perhaps.
That I was nothing.
That she was nothing.
I felt empty.
I felt as if I was nothing.
I felt as if she had been nothing.
You once asked why I wanted to leave the Crows.
In truth, what I wanted was to die.
What better way than to throw myself at one of the fabled Grey Wardens?
And then... this happened.
And here I am.
It... feels good to speak of it to someone.
I swore I never would.
No.
What I want is to begin again.
You have been a friend to me, and more.
Far more than I deserve.
You have been a friend to me.
Far more than I deserved.
Whatever it is I sought by leaving Antiva, I think I have found it.
I owe you a great deal.
Let us return to your mission, shall we?
Suddenly I do not feel like standing about.
A-ha!
So finally the poison has taken effect!
<desc>Laughs</desc> A joke, a joke!
Yes.
Death happens.
Of course not.
I didn't care to know.
The mission itself was quite successful.
I mean that it did not end well for me.
My adventures? <desc>Chuckles</desc> I'm hardly an old man just returned from across the ocean, am I?
Should I shake my fist at nearby children while I talk about the good old days?
Oho!
Well, if a racist crack like that doesn't cajole me into telling a tale, then nothing will!
Falling down a flight of stairs is an adventure.
Falling into someone's bed?
Also an adventure.
I am assuming what you're looking for are professional anecdotes.
You mean you want to hear about the grueling training?
Being locked in an oubliette for weeks at a time?
The slavery?
The festering injuries?
Or are we seeking something more glamorous?
Well that should be easy enough, I think.
Oh those things never happened to <emp>me</emp>.
Your wish is my command.
Now I didn't say that.
Old men love to talk, after all.
Will I get a kiss afterwards?
Hmm.
Hot.
Do I have to still tell the story?
Is that Fereldan for virile and sexy?
Because if so, I like it.
Indeed.
That's what made it hot. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Tsk.
Such violence.
It must be a Grey Warden thing.
I do like the look on your face when you say that.
Do not worry, my friend, I only jest.
You seem so surprised.
You are a lovely woman.
I am a lovely man.
Sound familiar?
Ahhh, turned down again.
Try to kill a woman twice and suddenly she turns icy on you.
Who would have guessed?
Oh!
Good idea.
I'll have to keep that in mind for tonight.
Oh?
Now the anticipation is going to kill me.
Thank you very much for that.
Then it hardly seems worthwhile.
Oh well.
Let's see.
My second mission ever for the Crows was a bit intriguing.
I was sent to kill a mage who had been meddling in politics.
In Antiva nobody is too important to escape the reach of the Crows.
They have killed kings and queens.
That is simply how it is.
Well, it was just the one mage.
Not as simple a mission as a vagrant Grey Warden or two, perhaps.
How should I know?
I got the impression it involved sex... but then I get that impression about most everything.
Odd, really.
As it turned out, the mage in question was quite a delightful young woman.
Long, divine legs, as I recall.
I caught her in a carriage on her way to escape to the provinces.
After I killed her guard, she got down on her hands and knees and begged for her life... rather aptly, I might add.
So I joined her in the carriage for the night and left the next morning.
Yes, but not on purpose, actually.
On the contrary, it was she who used me.
Or she tried to.
Well, yes.
Twice, actually.
Then she decided to try and use me, instead.
The woman had actually convinced me to speak to the Crows on her behalf.
What can I say?
I was young and foolish at the time.
Then as I was kissing her good-bye to return to Antiva City, she slipped on the threshold and fell backwards out of the carriage.
Broke her neck.
Shame, really, but at least it happened quickly.
At first, yes.
Well, not upset... surprised is really a better word.
Then I found out that she had told the driver to take her to Genellan instead.
She had planned to lose me in the provinces.
I would have looked very foolish to the Crows.
As it was, my master was very impressed that I had done such a fine job of making it look like an accident.
The Circle of Magi was unaware of foul play and everyone was happier all around.
I suppose, but she was dead.
She didn't need to be happy.
I got stupid, in fact.
And very lucky.
Like being spared by a benevolent mark who then helps me escape from the Crows?
Yes, it does seem to happen now and again, doesn't it?
It was after that when I learned that one needn't let a pretty face go to your head.
Professionalism was key.
That's my moral of the day, you see.
Hmm.
Well, there is you... but I'll point out that you did have to capture me and tie me up, first.
Every rule has its exception.
Now that I've mentioned tying me up in that context, do we have extra rope about?
Oh, I might be convinced.
I think that it would take being captured and tied up by a handsome Grey Warden at the very least.
You should see your face when you say that.
Tsk.
Now we run hot, now we run cold?
Such a tease.
And here the Crows had told me that getting captured in the line of duty was the worst thing possible.
What do they know?
Oh, I might be convinced.
I think that it would take being captured and tied up by a beautiful woman at the very least.
Mmm.
Without a doubt.
But a certain coldness is called for, no?
You would think that, after all my youth and the hardships of my training, such coldness would have come naturally.
Alas not.
And one that not everyone learns, I'm sad to say.
And a bit more besides, yes it's true.
But that's enough tale-spinning from me, for the moment.
Talking about the mage has made me a bit nostalgic, I'm afraid.
Ah, the good old days.
Not actually, no.
I was a bit unimpressed by the development, at first.
Again?
Well, now... what might interest you, I wonder?
Shall I describe the stages involved with lanthrax poisoning?
I watched a man go through all seven, once.
<desc>Laughs</desc> No, I'll not inflict that upon you just yet.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You have rather macabre tastes, I see.
I like that.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Ah, you should see the look you have.
I jest, of course.
Let's see.
How about the largest battle I ever took part in?
That would have been the slaughter of Prince Azrin.
Did you hear of that down in these parts?
Me?
Not personally, but I did take part in the attack.
Prince Azrin was fourth in line to the throne, you see.
He started off as eleventh, but worked his way up the old-fashioned method, by inheriting control of an entire Crow cell from his grandfather.
After assassinating his way through the royal family, the king hired three other cells to take down Prince Azrin once and for all.
I was in one of those cells.
Antivan royalty is very much bound up in the Crows.
You wouldn't want it run by a bunch of commoners, after all, would you?
And this means they get involved in politics quite often.
This particular fight nearly bankrupted the nation, I understand.
It almost ended up putting a Crow on the throne, a commoner... but that's a whole different story.
I played a very small part.
My part in the entire battle was taken up trying to reach Princess Ferenna, who had thrown in with her brother.
I killed about eleven of her guards personally before I got knocked out of a window.
I landed in the river and nearly drowned.
I was fished out by some urchins who robbed me blind.
Made off with my boots, too.
At least they didn't cut my throat.
And that was my part in history.
Hm.
I had to find my way back to the safe house, bruised and naked.
And thankful to be alive.
Nothing about this work is glorious.
Quite the opposite.
If I indulge in a little vice and have sex with whatever I fancy, it's mainly to make things more interesting.
It's true.
I live a charmed life.
One of the prostitutes that raised me was a fortune teller.
Said I wouldn't die young.
She was rather startled by that.
But there you go.
Tale told.
Let's be off before I tell more embarrassing stories, hm?
Antiva might seem a bit odd in that way to outsiders.
We take it in stride, however.
Assassins are simply part of the landscape, so to speak.
It was also long ago.
I was still building my legend, so to speak.
Prince Azrin was too powerful.
Who could you send to arrest the man that wasn't either in his pocket or that didn't fear being assassinated first?
Well, the only one that's really worth telling is the story of the mission right before I came to Ferelden.
But... no, I...
I would rather not.
I shouldn't have said anything.
Nothing that I would prefer to speak of.
Perhaps another day, I am sorry.
Thank you.
Perhaps another day, hm?
Perhaps another day.
I apologize.
Not everyone.
But a handsome man like yourself?
Why not?
I am sure you are a man who draws many stares, from women and other men alike.
Does this bother you?
But you would prefer I desisted, perhaps?
It would be difficult, traveling as we do in close proximity, but I am nothing if not a gentleman.
Ah, yes.
Such is my burden now, isn't it?
Fair enough.
Now that that is out of the way, shall we move on?
With my eyes fastened elsewhere, I assure you.
Oh?
Now this is intriguing.
I shall have to redouble my efforts immediately.
Then I shall keep that in mind <desc>Chuckles</desc> and perhaps even redouble my efforts.
There was a young elven dancer in Antiva City once, and I believe I actually managed to stare off all seven of her skirts.
It's a trick worth retrying.
Now that that's out of the way, perhaps we should move on?
With you in front, of course.
<desc>Laughs</desc> I was raised in a brothel and trained to seduce whomever is required.
Open-mindedness is a survival trait, and I learned long ago to make no such judgments.
But if you would rather I desisted, I shall do so.
I've no wish to make you... uncomfortable.
Then I shall stop.
Please accept my apologies.
But a beautiful woman like yourself?
Why not?
I am sure you draw many stares, from men and even other women.
Does this bother you?
And why not?
There are many things to enjoy about being a Crow in Antiva.
You are respected.
You are feared.
The authorities go out of their way to overlook your trespasses.
Even the rewards are nothing to turn your nose up at.
As for the killing part, well... some people simply need assassinating.
Or do you disagree?
Now there's an interesting word, "innocent." How many men do you know who can claim to be truly innocent?
But if you're talking generalities, such as children and relatives and bystanders and such... never on purpose, but it happens.
It's unfortunate, but death comes to us all.
If not me, then some wasting disease.
Or a fall down the stairs.
Or at the hands of a darkspawn.
It's all relative in the end.
"Death happens," as we like to say.
And when I get paid for it, death happens more often.
A professional murderer, in fact.
Did I suggest otherwise?
Let me ask you a question, then.
You have killed a great many since becoming a Grey Warden, no?
Have none of them deserved their fate?
Yet they deserved their fate nevertheless, and yours was the hand that dealt it to them.
And you have only ever killed darkspawn?
I find that hard to believe.
But so be it.
Perhaps I simply do not live up to your standards.
I often find myself the instrument of fate, ending these lives for one necessity or another.
I console myself with the notion that most of them had it coming.
As far as enjoying the act of killing itself, why not?
There is a certain artistry to the deed, the pleasure of sinking your blade into their flesh and knowing that their life is in your hands.
It is not pleasure, per se.
Nothing sexual.
It is more a sense of satisfaction, a feeling of power.
Does that make sense?
No matter.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> You enjoy getting the blood flowing, whether it is yours or others'?
Yes, I know the type.
It is?
Perhaps you are right.
I have been told from time to time that I am a sick, sick man.
Often in bed, oddly enough.
There are many things I did not enjoy about being a Crow, of course.
Having no choice, being treated as an expendable commodity, the rules... oh so many rules!
But simply being an assassin?
I like it just fine.
I will continue to do it, if I can, even if I am not a Crow.
Honestly, could you picture me doing something else?
I mean professionally.
Or maybe you mean professionally, as well?
Perhaps you intend to peddle my services to bored Fereldan noblewomen?
It is an interesting thought, but I've always removed my clothes strictly on an amateur basis.
A talented amateur, of course, but an amateur nonetheless.
Really? <desc>Chuckles</desc> I can picture you doing a few things, yourself.
Whereas I am content merely doing what I happen to be good at.
It's a talent that not many come by honestly, I don't see why I need not pursue it.
None that I wouldn't get into trouble for performing publicly.
Hmm.
Somehow that sounds less complimentary than I had anticipated.
Of course all these thoughts are moot.
Chances are still good that you and I will perish, eaten by darkspawn or slain by the Crows at some point.
Very gruesomely, I imagine.
But it is pleasant enough to chat about.
Come, let's move on while our boots still have some wear in them.
Is this a story or a confession?
You were <emp>more</emp> cocky and arrogant?
And how have you changed?
And then what?
Uh-oh.
That was utterly cruel.
But that wasn't true.
And you killed her?
One day it will.
Why would he do that?
So you felt guilty?
I don't know what to say.
That is awful, Zevran.
I'm so sorry.
Do you still want to die?
Why did you tell me this?
You owe me nothing.
You bet your ass you do.
I'm glad to have you with me.
I think I'm getting nauseous...
You've said it yourself: Death happens.
You had no way of knowing that.
I sense a tragic ending.
And you fell in love.
It failed?
Or something else?
One can never tell with you elves.
You certainly talk like you've had adventures.
I meant your time as a Crow.
Something more glamorous.
Was it really so terrible?
Less whining, more action.
How about a punch in the mouth?
You are a cad, you know that?
I was serious.
Yes, you do.
How about a slap in the face?
You... want me to kiss you?
Please don't do that.
In your dreams, Zevran.
If you're lucky.
The Crows were willing to anger the Circle of Magi?
On your second mission?
Meddling in politics how?
After killing her anyhow.
You used her?
That's horrible!
And she didn't try to kill you?
Were you upset?
Except for the mage.
You got lucky.
These sorts of things happen to you often?
So you <emp>never</emp> mix business with pleasure?
Already done!
Oh, I wasn't talking about me...
I think that can be arranged.
That seems a little cold.
A wise lesson to learn.
You are a terrible person.
So you didn't actually kill her.
If you like, certainly.
Err... no, not that.
I doubt it.
You killed a prince?
Don't be absurd.
Is this sort of thing common in Antiva?
You got robbed?
By urchins?
Not very glorious, if you ask me.
You're very lucky, indeed.
Seems like an odd way to run the country.
That's hardly noteworthy.
Why not simply arrest him?
So this was a very big deal?
Why not?
What's the problem?
It's all right.
I understand.
Don't be a tease.
Out with it.
I just can't trust you, Zevran.
Yes, I'd prefer you stopped.
A gentleman?
That's too bad.
No, I really don't mind.
Oh, I had no idea you were...
You make me many things.
Never uncomfortable.
It does, actually.
I rather like it.
You've never killed an innocent?
That sounds like an excuse.
That's a very practical attitude.
That's despicable!
You're a murderer.
I disagree completely.
That's different.
I'm not an assassin.
The darkspawn are monsters.
Of course they have.
No, you're probably right.
I take no pleasure in killing.
I enjoy violence, myself.
That's a bit sick.
I know what you mean.
Handsome elf like you?
I can think of a few things.
Why not?
You can do whatever you like.
Don't you have any other skills?
Howe Archer
Everd stumbles in drunk into the proving grounds.
Deep beneath the Frostback Mountains sits Orzammar, largest and proudest of the two remaining dwarven cities.
Once the seat of an underground empire, Orzammar now stands alone, cut off from the world by the darkspawn, still clinging to the memory of its former glory.
Below the vast statues and gilded halls where the noble families play at politics, the lower castes live in their shadows, scurrying to serve like their ancestors before them.
Below that... is you.
You are casteless, the dirty secret staining Orzammar's perfect society, forced, along with your sister, to sell your services to the crime lord, Beraht.
To the rest of Orzammar, you are proof that the casteless deserve their fate; but you know you do what you have to--the same as everyone--just to survive.
The player is found standing over Trian's body while several lords enter the cavern along with King Endrin, Bhelen, Harrowmont, and many soldiers.
The player steps through gigantic doors at the edge of the deep roads.
The doors then close behind the player.
Deep beneath the Frostback Mountains sits Orzammar, the larger of two known remaining dwarven cities in the world.
Orzammar was once the seat of a major empire connected by tunnels, called Deep Roads, which stretched thousands of miles.
Secure in Orzammar's impregnable construction, the dwarven noble houses continue their centuries-old power struggles.
You are the second child of King Endrin of House Aeducan--the ninth Aeducan ruler elected by the Noble Assembly.
Today, a feast celebrates your first military commission, the opening move towards real power in the ever-changing game of dwarven politics.
You were born amidst the Dalish elves: noble wanderers who refuse to join the society of humans that subjugated their homeland so long ago.
The Dalish travel the land in tightly-knit clans, struggling to maintain their half-forgotten lore in a human world that fears and despises them.
You spend your time hunting with your clan-mate Tamlen in the forests, and as is sometimes the case, your quarry is not always the local wildlife...
<desc>Panicked scream</desc>
Stop!
You don't know where you're going!
Well, what have we here?
A stray human.
It's a Dalish!
And you three are somewhere you shouldn't be!
Let us pass, elf.
You have no right to stop us!
No?
We will see about that, won't we?
It's... showing me places.
I can see... some kind of city... underground?
And... there's a great blackness...
It... it saw me!
Help!
I can't look away!
This scene shows a short funeral ceremony by Elder Paivel for Tamlen and some words on endings and new beginnings.
The scene shows the clan gathered around Tamlen's grave mark.
The Keeper then lets the player leave along with some departure words while the clan watches the player and Duncan walk away.
A cutscene shows the farm and then the arrival of the militia.
The player stands in front, Tomas at his side, and the Redcliffe militia charges at the camera.
I trust, then, that your troops will be here shortly?
I expect they will start arriving tonight, and we can march tomorrow.
I apologize for the delay, my lord.
This is entirely my fault.
No, no.
The appearance of the darkspawn in the south has us all scrambling, doesn't it?
I only received the call from the king a few days ago, myself.
There... you both are.
I was... wondering when you would get here.
Bryce!!
The player is taken to the tower.
Yay, boat ride!
The mage Wynne is protecting a group of apprentices.
She disposes of a demon with some sort of kick-ass spell.
Once she notices the player she positions herself in between the group and the player's party.
The player is treated to a horrific scene as they watch a tortured mage turn into an abomination before them.
We will be traveling south through the hinterlands to the ruin of Ostagar, on the edges of the Korcari Wilds.
The Tevinter Imperium built Ostagar long ago to prevent the Wilders from invading the northern lowlands.
It's fitting we make our stand here, even if we face a different foe within that forest.
The king's forces have clashed with the darkspawn several times, but here is where the bulk of the horde will show itself.
There are only a few Grey Wardens within Ferelden at the moment, but all of us are here.
This Blight must be stopped here and now.
If it spreads to the north, Ferelden will fall.
The plan will work, your Majesty.
Of course it will.
The Blight ends here.
Archers!
Hounds!
Sound the retreat.
But... what about the king?
Should we not--
Do as I command.
Pull out!
All of you, let's move!
My lord!
The signal is lit and Loghain's forces have fled.
We are betrayed!
Alistair and the player are racing into the room where the beacon is.
The player stops short, towered over by a darkspawn ogre wielding a massive mace.
It swings, and the player narrowly evades the attack.
The ogre's mace slams into a nearby torch sconce and crushes it, along with a portion of the stonework.
The player prepares to engage in battle with this powerful foe.
Darkspawn storm the room - the player fights until he goes down.
The player collapses, and a genlock towers over him.
It looks down upon him with cruel glee, but before it can strike, something off-camera distracts it.
As the player passes out, the last thing he sees is the genlock being slain by magic.
Aye, I have.
For all the sodding good it's done me.
If we're going, let's get moving.
Branka's not going to sodding find herself.
I don't want to work with you.
As do I.
It does not follow that I <emp>will</emp>, however.
I should.
Whether or not I will is not yours to decide.
I see.
And why do you think this?
The answer is still no.
What?
Keep licking those nugs' asses, you wet-eyed sack of stalker spit.
No way am I going to the surface to be some rotten crag-slime's slave.
Good luck with your quest, Warden.
I hope it kills you.
What, you're surprised?
A man like me can't stay on the market for long.
Of course, that doesn't mean much when your wife picks up and takes your whole sodding house into the Deep Roads without you.
Now, what can I do for you, my dear?
It will take you years of practice to achieve true mastery of the style, but I can teach you the basics.
But I have watched you and you seem to lack a particular... grace that is required.
You are accustomed to doing battle a certain way, yes?
I can teach you some basics; perhaps you can pass it on to someone who might be interested in what I have to offer.
I am pleased to meet you too.
I'm glad you approve.
I wouldn't advise it.
And here I thought... no, never mind.
It seems you are much like every other man.
You are beaten. 
I was wrong.
You are strong enough.
What now?
No offense, Sten, but you're crazy if you think I'm going to follow you.
I suppose you expect to be in charge?
Poor, naive qunari.
That was very impressive, Sten, but I'm still with the Warden.
That's enough, Sten.
Despite your display, the Warden is still in charge.
That was a delightful exhibition!
However, nothing has changed.
The Warden remains in command.
Think that's going to make you the leader, do you?
Heh.
Good luck with that.
I did not expect much.
But I had hope.
No more.
Panahedan.
There is much to be done, and quickly.
Do not waste your time on me.
Then let us get back to more important matters.
And shall we speak now of Zevran?
Unless you thought I was unaware of your... interest in the elf?
You must take me for a fool, surely.
What applies to Leliana applies to Zevran just as equally.
I care not if you wish to pursue another man... but you shall not have me, as well.
Decide.
And you think she will have no objections to this man of yours?
So be it.
See?
Making a choice is not so difficult.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> My interference, now?
What naivete you must think I possess, I can only imagine.
I notice that you are foolishly spending a great deal of time with that... assassin.
Do you take me for a fool?
That is not what I am referring to at all.
The elf is attractive enough, in his way.
I can see why you would find another man such as him desirable.
My point is that you and I have shared a bed together.
It seems hardly fitting to have you doting upon another at the very same time, does it?
I have no doubt that he could, and that you would be interested in such.
I am not.
Did I suggest that you had?
You dote on the man nevertheless.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Of that I have no doubt.
I suppose I am simply curious as to your intentions towards him.
Or towards me, for that matter.
The crux of the matter is this: I do not share.
You may do as you wish, but if you pursue another you may not also dally with me.
I will not be where I am not valued.
I simply wish to know where I stand.
Perhaps you have no real interest in me.
I will not be where I am not valued, and I certainly will not compete... especially not with another man.
I simply wish to know where I stand.
I am, in fact.
The elf or I, it cannot be that difficult.
I do not believe I am.
I do not wish to lay claim to you simply because we have been intimate.
It was what it was, and if that is to end then so be it.
I will not, however, be dallied with while you openly attend to another man.
Make your choice and let us be done with it.
If your intentions lie elsewhere, then I wish to know.
If they lie with me, then I will not have you publicly leading another on. 'Tis a simple matter.
Then I trust you will make that clear to Zevran, agreed?
If he is what you truly desire, then let us dispense with any further pretense.
Go, and do as you wish.
You think I am unaware of the physical aspect of your relationship? <desc>Chuckles</desc> Give me some credit, please.
And yet if there is truly nothing between you, your actions say otherwise.
No?
You believe me a fool, then? 'Tis exactly what I think.
Can we not simply talk?
There is nothing between Zevran and me.
I think I prefer Leliana, after all.
Then I pick Zevran.
Very well.
It's still you.
Forget it!
I've had enough of your interference!
My interest in him is my own business.
No, it's done between Zevran and I, as well.
I assume you mean Zevran.
I really don't think he's still trying to kill me.
So?
What difference is it to you?
You're jealous!
Why not?
Perhaps he could join us.
I have not shared a bed with Zevran.
It's not the same with him as with you.
I'm not doting upon him.
Are you jealous?
Of Zevran?
You aren't going to force me to choose, I hope.
You're being awfully presumptuous.
I want Zevran.
I'm sorry.
If this is how you want it, Zevran it is.
I didn't realize that you cared.
I care for him deeply.
Zevran is a friend, nothing more.
It's not what you think.
It has become very close with the other Grey Warden.
Er... yes?
I suppose I have, at that.
I find this difficult to comprehend.
It is whiny and weak and constantly laughing.
Then I guess a romance between you and I is completely out of the question, huh?
And the attempts at humor.
I cannot understand how it is endured.
Well maybe you should ask her why she likes me so much, instead of bothering me with it.
It has a loud mouth.
Why its head has not been crushed already is hard to imagine.
Or maybe you just happen to figure she likes <emp>me</emp> a lot more than <emp>you</emp>.
Don't be foolish.
Yes, I thought so.
Just watch your step!
Or I'm totally telling.
I find it very odd.
"It" meaning me?
Am I an "it," now, too?
I feel honored.
For one who professes to be a warrior, I find it remarkably weak-willed and indecisive.
Er... thank you?
It also likes to hide its many weaknesses behind a veil of jocularity.
For a statue, you know a lot of big words.
Is there a reason it enjoys following others so much?
Especially when it is in a position to lead.
Have you ever been responsible for someone else's life?
Or a lot of other lives?
Or an entire nation?
<emp>Then</emp>... <emp>shut</emp>... <emp>up</emp>.
I will remember this moment when the birds come.
So it has become king after all, yes?
It looks that way.
Is this not a good thing?
This is a position of importance, no?
Did it not want to be king?
Not really, no.
We don't always get what we want, however, do we?
If I were king, I would order that all birds be shot out of the sky.
I would arm everyone with bows and put them on constant vigil.
Well, let's be glad you're not king, then.
I am told that it lost a large number of comrades in the battle with the darkspawn.
Me?
I guess I did, yes.
I didn't know all of them that well, however.
Mostly just Duncan.
I am unfamiliar with this name.
It's... it's not important.
You don't need to know who he was.
I cannot remember if I ever had anyone important to me.
All I remember is being given orders.
I would gladly be following Duncan's orders right now, if I could.
It enjoys following others?
I find that odd.
You wouldn't understand.
Don't worry.
I don't expect you to.
Just how smart are mabari supposed to be, anyway?
Do you think they understand everything we say?
Do you know how many of your kind urinated on me in that village?
And all I could do is stand there and watch, <emp>helpless</emp>.
If I see one of those legs of yours lift so much as an inch in my direction--<emp>pow</emp>!
<desc>Confused whine!</desc>
I am glad we have this understanding.
At least your kind can be reasoned with... unlike those damned feathered fiends!
I notice the sister has been spending a great deal of time with it.
With "it?" Oh... you mean <emp>him</emp>.
I'm surprised you would notice such things.
I am made of rock.
This does not make me dense.
<desc>Giggles</desc> I suppose not.
Does the sister not see a problem with serving two masters?
Hmm.
Ignoring the "serving" bit, I'll assume you mean the Maker.
I entered the Chantry as a lay sister, but I never took vows.
Even had I, the Chantry doesn't prohibit two people from coming together in love.
I was told that the sister left behind the service of the Maker to journey here.
You never really leave the Maker.
Not in your heart.
That seems like an argument for infidelity.
You... are very catty for a walking statue, you know that?
It has been mentioned.
So I am led to understand that the sister is a follower of this "Maker."
Am I the sister?
Oh, that's so cute!
It's like you're my big brother... or sister.
Or whatever.
I was a dwarf in life, so I doubt such a thing would even be possible.
Oh, I didn't mean literally!
Don't you think that people can be related in spirit?
I notice that humans tend to believe in a great number of things that are not true, even when given evidence to the contrary.
Believing in things when there is no proof is what faith is all about, Shale.
I may have a cause to apologize to the sister.
Apologize?
For what?
For suggesting that the sister was gullible for believing in things which were not real.
Oh, that.
I'd already forgotten about that.
Thank you for reminding me.
I suppose it would offer some... comfort... to believe that things occur according to some grand purpose.
All those years I spent in Honnleath, unable to move, it would be comforting to think there was some reason for it.
Do you know there wasn't?
Perhaps the Maker did it to bring you here, to us.
Random?
That whatever long life you led before led you all the way to Redcliffe, just to be awoken so many years later by a Grey Warden?
I don't know about you, Shale, but to me that seems to be the very opposite of random.
You once said that you had no purpose.
Perhaps you are simply looking for it in the wrong place.
Perhaps.
I shall think on this.
The sister has interesting footwear.
Oh?
You... like shoes, do you?
My mass is considerable.
Some cushioning on my feet would be ideal, but I doubt such footwear could be made.
Hmm.
I could see some nice, thick sandals being made.
With very thick leather straps.
Oh yes, that could be done!
Perhaps we could find some cobbler who could give it a try!
What color would you want?
Surely the color is unimportant.
In fact, the color is <emp>very</emp> important.
That, and picking a shape that makes your ankles look slender... and you could use some help there, I fear.
I... have thick ankles?
It's all right.
I don't like my thighs.
What's important is working with what you have.
Hmm.
Very well.
I wish my shoes to be red.
Ooh!
Bold choice!
We'll have to remember that!
It could have won its battle.
It knows this, surely?
I am to be subjected to the golem's ruminations, now?
Charming.
It said that it did what it had to in order to protect its nation, but that is not quite true, is it?
I have no idea what you're talking about, golem.
It could have slain the woman, Anora.
Then it would have been made king long before any challenge could have been made.
You are speaking of my daughter, if you are not aware.
I am aware.
It said, however, that it would do <emp>anything</emp> that it had to.
But this was not true.
I was unwilling to kill my own daughter.
Yes, that is true.
You think me weak for it?
The swamp witch desires something from it.
From what?
Ah... you mean from <emp>him</emp>. <desc>Chuckles</desc> And if I do?
What of it?
It is aware of the swamp witch's true nature?
Let me guess.
You know my true nature?
I have spent a great deal of time observing the world.
I know what I see when I see it.
You spent thirty years watching whatever a small village was willing to parade in front of your eyes.
Do not cast yourself as the worldly sage.
At best you are a barely-working statue with a poor memory and a poor attitude.
Do not seek to begin judging <emp>me</emp>.
Hmph.
Perhaps it has a point.
Yes, I should think so.
The swamp witch has a great deal in common with my former master.
"The swamp witch?" How original.
The swamp witch has the same arrogance, the same air of cruelty.
I would hate for it to have possession of my control rod... if it still worked, of course.
Let me tell you what you can do with your control rod, golem.
Is it telling me that if the rod did work that it wouldn't want control over me?
I wouldn't go so far as that.
I could, for instance, command you to go and jump in a lake.
A very deep lake.
It fools no one.
The swamp witch would control everything, if it could.
It would have us all dancing on its strings.
Oh, you know me too well, golem.
Your revealing gaze has laid me bare.
I will be watching the swamp witch.
It must not be trusted.
Would the drunken dwarf have saved its former wife if it could?
Maybe you didn't get the hint the last time you brought this topic up?
I assumed that since the drunken dwarf was a master of the inappropriate it lacked the ability to actually be offended.
Hmph.
Good call.
Truth is, I don't know.
She was almost crazier than when we were married, it looked like.
Almost?
It is exaggerating, surely.
Branka was always a bit twitchy.
There was that day she took her forging hammer to my head for misplacing her tongs... ah, good times.
<desc>Sigh</desc> So.
I have a question for you, dwarf.
Oh?
Sounds like you're passing a stone, there. <desc>Laughs</desc> Get it? "Passing a stone?"
I do get it, yes.
My question is this: had the Anvil of the Void not been destroyed, does it believe the dwarves would have used it?
Even knowing the agony that it caused?
They would still inflict it on others?
No need to inflict it.
There'd be plenty ready and willing to sign up, just as you did.
There's fewer and fewer of us each year, and the darkspawn never run out.
If it meant saving Orzammar?
There'd be plenty who'd become a golem, sure.
Does it think it was wrong to destroy the Anvil, then?
<desc>Sigh</desc> No... sometimes people need to be kept from doing stupid things, even for good reasons.
So.
Do golems know any good jokes?
I know at least one.
It is a drunken dwarf that travels with the Grey Warden, constantly belching and--
Bah!
I mean a real one!
You must have overheard at least one or two standing there as you did for years and years!
There was a human man who once started telling a joke to another as he relieved himself on my leg.
I have never heard of a thing called a qunari.
Then you have not been listening.
We did not row to shore last year, we have been about for centuries.
I have listened.
I have done little else, in fact, and yet I do not remember anyone mentioning such a qunari in all my years in the village.
Relying on humans as a source of education is a fool's errand.
They are rather ignorant, aren't they?
And feeble.
At the best of times.
We have creatures on Par Vollen that are similar.
The humans call them "monkeys."
They are dull, cowardly vermin.
They cry out shrilly when threatened and throw their own feces.
That is an excellent comparison.
I wonder if they are related?
So are all of your kind similarly powerful, qunari?
I am not here to satisfy your curiosity, creature.
That is true.
I suppose I sounded like a human, chattering away?
I apologize.
No, it is I who should apologize.
You are no human.
You are a vastly superior construct.
That's kind of the qunari to say.
If all your people are like you, it's a wonder you haven't crushed the humans under your heel.
I have wondered the same thing.
One just needs to look at them.
They are so...
Small?
Exactly!
You and I, we are of the same mind, kadan.
I have a question of religion, qunari.
For you, kadan, I will answer.
Would its "qun" accept a convert that was a golem?
I do not know.
It has never happened.
We accept beings of all walks of life, so long as they are willing to accept their place in the world.
And what place is that?
One of equality.
Within the qun, an individual exists to serve.
Hmm.
That is less appealing.
Would it consider birds to be its equal, as well?
It seems I must retract a statement I made earlier.
The elder mage is not at all like my former master.
Oh?
That's a good thing, is it?
It is, unless you happen to like having your head crushed.
Not that I remember doing that.
You know, I think I even remember who you speak of.
His name was Wilhelm, yes?
From the Free Marches?
It was Wilhelm of shrill voice and the control rod that he enjoyed wielding very much.
Any more than that he did not divulge.
Well, if it was the same man, he had quite the reputation.
A scholar of some means who disappeared mysteriously.
Mystery solved.
I killed him.
I expect I smiled, much as I'm able to.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> You do speak your mind, don't you?
Fortunately, no other part of me has anything to say.
I have a question it may be able to answer, elder mage.
Must it always be "elder mage?" I am not a wizened old crone just yet.
Would it prefer "mage well past her prime, don't mind the sagging bits?"
You have an odd way of requesting answers to your questions.
I am curious about the abominations of the tower.
Is it possible for such a creature to become human again?
Yes, it is simply... very difficult.
It requires travel into the Fade.
And?
Is the mage the same afterwards as the mage was before?
No, I... have never met such a person, but no.
They are changed.
Forever.
The elder mage watches me.
I am reminded of a certain former master whose head I crushed... or so I'm told.
Oh, I'm sorry, Shale.
I am simply curious about you, that's all.
As my former master would say during his experiments.
Oh, I would do no such thing.
I just find the idea of you so fascinating.
On the one hand it seems it would be so sad, and so lonely an existence.
And on the other you are so very powerful.
No golem I know of has ever had free will as you do.
May I ask what you intend to do with it?
Other than exterminating the vermin of the sky?
Er... yes, other than that.
I have noticed that the painted elf seeks the attention of the Grey Warden.
He certainly does.
<desc>Snorts</desc> I watched many such couplings during the time I spent immobile in Honnleath.
Or I should say I was <emp>forced</emp> to watch.
You do know that this usually ends in reproduction.
I have seen it many times, indeed.
Oh?
That is not such a terrible thought.
Creating a new life can be a great deal of fun.
Not always.
When a golem is created, it involves an agony one would not believe.
How fun is that, painted elf?
Oh, I don't know.
It could be plenty of fun, if done right.
Now the painted elf jests with me.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> You think so, do you?
Have it your way.
So you say.
I have no idea how a golem is created, but I doubt I shall be creating one anytime soon.
Just as well, I imagine.
Any lover of yours would no doubt be quickly reduced to a puddle of bruises.
So you see me winning the affection of another golem, do you?
Most golems are slaves to whomever holds their control rod.
Funny, it works exactly the same way for us as well.
I am curious.
Will the painted elf answer a question?
Why not?
I appear to have all day.
The painted elf attacked the Grey Warden, and yet it still lives.
Had the decision been mine, its skull would be so much pulp right now.
Oh, I don't know.
Could you destroy something as pretty as I am, hmm?
Easily.
I fail to see how any measure of attractiveness would make one difficult to crush.
Perhaps you do not know how to look, then.
Look at the witch.
Dark hair, heaving chest, quivering lips.
How could one kill such a creature without bedding it, first?
How relieved I am.
Take the innocent sister, for example.
Certainly even you can see the naughty woman waiting to escape from that Chantry frock?
Hm.
That's odd.
I could have sworn I heard an insignificant man talking about my undergarments.
Here, take that templar fellow.
Rugged good looks, quick wit, manly shoulders.
Just getting him to hop borders is a challenge worthy of the great heroes.
A challenge?
I'd happily hop borders, given the chance.
I've never even been close to leaving Ferelden!
Take a peek at that Circle mage.
Must we speak of the allure of an older woman?
She has lessons to teach us all, my friend.
You have no idea, little elf.
Keep your imaginary hands to yourself.
Take a long look at our Grey Warden, my good friend.
Right there we have an object worthy of worship, no?
One would have to be blind not to realize how very pretty we all are and how important that is to preserve.
Hmph.
Perhaps there are definitions of "blind" I have yet to understand.
It is the will of the company to wander without purpose, then.
We will face the archdemon, I promise.
You won't be coming with us, though.
Leave now.
Think of it as a chance to see new places.
Loilinar
<desc>Sigh</desc> Fine.
Lead us, Warden.
More words...
Hanashan
Panahedan, Warden.
Leave now, and don't return.
Just get back in line, Sten.
That's up to you.
Lead.
I will follow.
Panahedan, Grey Warden.
Yes, it isn't every Grey Warden who has her own beresaad.
Indeed, it isn't every Grey Warden who has his own beresaad.
I will see you reach the archdemon.
Lead the way.
I don't want you to follow me anymore.
Who would you like to Hire/Fire? (1)
Hire Alistair
Fire Alistair
Hire Dog
Fire Dog
Hire Leliana
Fire Leliana
Hire Loghain
Fire Loghain
Hire Morrigan
Fire Morrigan
Hire Oghren
Fire Oghren
Hire Shale
Fire Shale
Hire Sten
Fire Sten
Hire Wynne
Fire Wynne
Hire Zevran
Fire Zevran
Who would you like to Hire/Fire? (2)
Who would you like to Hire/Fire? (3)
Party full, you'll have to fire someone.
Next
I am watching you, dog.
That would be too clever of me, I suspect.
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My son, a noble at last.
Thank you, my lord!
Unless you'd like to stay to make another...
I heard!
It's all over the city.
Bhelen is king!
My son will be an Aeducan!
Harrowmont is king!
My son is a noble at last!
I am still waiting to hear who takes the throne.
I have heard nothing from House Aeducan.
Please don't forget us, my lord.
House Harrowmont...
I never realized you were changing houses, my lord.
But still... it's a noble lineage...
...and the current kingly line!
Thank you, my lord.
I will take him to Harrowmont's estate.
I can't wait for a proper bath!
Oh, my lord, thank you!
Your son will not be a pauper.
I will take him to the palace.
I can't wait for a proper bath and a nurse to watch him for me!
My lord, perhaps you would like to... give the boy a name.
I wanted his father to have this honor.
Endrin...
That has a nice sound to it.
Duncan...
Gorim...
Trian...
Then no one will ever forget you.
Thank you, my lord.
I always thought he looked like your father.
I'm going to call him young Endrin.
And thank you for all you've done for us.
Is... is that likely, my lord?
The throne... that's a lot to promise...
But it's better than nothing.
Thank you, my lord.
And good luck.
What could be more important than your son?
Stay away from me.
Because of you, I've lost all hope.
M-my lord!
You're back.
They told me you were dead!
Are you saying you've forgotten the magical night we shared?
How we celebrated your first commission until the sheets ran with sweat?
Or the son we created, who now has his birthright stripped from him because <emp>you</emp> got yourself exiled!
I've had to care for him myself, nurse him, clothe him.
I can't work.
No one wants to lie with a woman who's used up her fertility on some casteless brat.
How could you do this to us?
Convince your family to take you back.
Or at least declare you honorably dead and acknowledge your son!
Please.
Think about what his life will be otherwise.
Thank you.
I guess you <emp>do</emp> care after all.
Well, thank you for caring.
Thank you...
I haven't had a solid meal in a week.
Oh.
One sovereign.
Great.
Very generous.
It was nice knowing you.
Thank you.
It's good to see you haven't completely forgotten us.
That's truly generous.
I should be able to rent a room for that sort of coin.
My lord!
Your generosity shames me.
I know now you never forgot us.
And I have faith you will do all you can to ensure your son grows up an Aeducan.
Then all hope is lost.
Perhaps it would be better to spare the child this pain.
He should never have been born...
Then help us!
You monster!
How could you do this?
He's your child.
Your own son!
How can you just walk away?!
Yes!
And they call us that for a reason, because we've chosen to bear the next generation of <emp>nobles</emp>!
Yet I'm saddled with the child of some exiled criminal.
How am I supposed to take care of him?
Well, I have nothing but time.
I'm flattered you remember, my lord.
Perhaps you also remember our night of passion, the evening of your first commission?
"Prince," you say.
Then why were you exiled and stripped of caste not two days after you planted your son in me?
With you as his father, he's casteless now.
His birth wasn't even recorded by the shapers!
You've destroyed us!
Lord Harrowmont has accepted you both into his house.
Bhelen agreed to accept the boy into House Aeducan.
Name him Endrin, for my father.
Duncan would be a nice name.
Call him Gorim, for the one who stood by me.
Please name him Trian, to honor my brother's memory.
Name him after me.
You may name him whatever you like.
If Harrowmont gains the throne, his house will accept you.
You will be an Aeducan, if I help Bhelen take the throne.
I haven't had a chance to ask yet.
Be patient.
You're not exactly my top priority, here.
Do I know you?
Did you say "son?"
I'm sorry.
Is there any way I can help?
If it's within my power, I will get my son his birthright.
I'll ask, but don't get your hopes up.
I'll try.
In the meantime, here's some money to live on.
<act>Give her one sovereign.</act>
<act>Give her a ten sovereigns.</act>
<act>Give her fifty sovereigns.</act>
<act>Give her a thousand sovereigns.</act>
If I could get back my status, I'd have done it already.
Well, I didn't exactly plan to get exiled!
Sorry, lady.
Not my problem.
Oh, you're that noble-hunter...
I'm guessing "sorry" won't cut it?
I don't have time to talk about this now.
Uh oh.
You're, uh, Mardy, was it?
I remember you.
Looking for another night with your prince?
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It's good to see you again, Mardy.
She betrayed you?
I know that it cannot be found unless sought.
I... have I ever told you I really like the way you wear your hair?
It's very nice and it suits you.
Simple, not like the elaborate hairstyles we wore in Orlais.
They involved flowers, ribbons, jewels...
My hair?
Thank you.
No, I don't believe you have.
It's just hair.
Really?
It's so stubborn sometimes.
That's a good one, were you saving that up?
That's the whole point of the Chant.
One year, feathers were all the rage, and Lady Elise decided she needed to outdo everyone else, and actually wore live songbirds in her voluminous hair.
The chirping was quite charming for a while, but you must realize, terrified little birdies often have loose bowels.
Yes... you can imagine what she looked like by the end of the evening.
But I was trying to say something nice to you, wasn't I?
Oh, forgive me.
My mind wanders so.
It's just that I...
I feel so comfortable talking to you, like I could say anything and you wouldn't judge me.
Yes.
Very much so.
I... uh, I'm not sure.
Yes, I don't envy them.
She never washed her hair.
Dear Maker!
Well, we are friends, aren't we?
And I actually do like the way you ramble.
Wouldn't I?
Maybe I just keep it to myself.
A-ha!
Poor birds.
Poor Lady Elise.
What do you have against the Chantry?
I haven't felt this close to anyone in a long time.
I really enjoy your company.
You see?
This is what I mean.
You're such a pleasure to talk to.
You see?
You play along with me!
Not many will do that.
No, that just came to me now.
Tell that to your priests, then.
They seem to think otherwise.
You're mistaken.
You are far too frivolous for my liking.
I...
I had no idea you felt that way.
Three Exalted marches and the Tevinter Imperium.
That will not change, not if I can help it.
I have never regretted leaving Orlais.
I do not regret any of the pain, the anger, the loneliness, because it brought me to you.
Tell me: Where is the wisdom in crying for a derelict god to save you?
The Maker isn't a derelict.
The world needs help.
What would you do, then?
No, He is an excuse.
True, we have to save ourselves.
My people have a tale: A great ashkaari during his travels came upon a village in the desert.
There, he found the houses crumbling.
The earth so dry and dead that the people tied themselves to each other for fear a strong wind would carry the ground out from under their feet.
Oh, but people are starting to look at me strangely.
We will speak of this again, I promise.
I...
I think so.
I suppose even friends can get on each others nerves sometimes.
Let us just be on our way.
Nothing grew there except the bitter memory of gardens.
The ashkaari stopped the first man he saw, and asked, "What happened here?"
"Drought came.
And the world changed from prosperity to ruin," the man told him.
Patience.
What does this have to do with the Chant?
Are you finished yet?
And what would you do if I said I do?
Very much so, in fact?
And do you often enjoy the company of other women?
I think I might giggle, maybe look coy?
I think I might tell you not to get the wrong idea about me?
I'm flattered that you like my company then.
I...
I think you're getting the wrong idea.
Right, enough of that.
Let's talk about my hair some more.
Thank you.
I'm honored that you feel that way.
Wrong idea?
I'm not sure what you're talking about.
I enjoy spending time with my friends.
Is there something wrong?
You are a treasured friend, Leliana.
Ha!
You must do that then, perhaps later when I'm not prepared for it?
Surprise me?
"Change it back." The ashkaari replied.
The villager became angry then, believing the ashkaari mocked him, for no one could simply change the world on a whim.
To which the ashkaari answered, "Then change yourself.
You make your own world."
Sometimes you need faith in a higher power to change.
People don't make the world, Sten.
Sometimes people use faith as an excuse not to change.
Are you sure of that?
Tell me, when you awakened after Ostagar, was the world the same as it had been before?
I hope the villager slapped him.
I suppose you have a point.
It's the hazard of carrying wisdom unsheathed.
Believe in whatever you like: absent creators, or whimsical gods.
Follow prophets, or ashkaari, or omens in the earth and sky. 
You will find wisdom only if you seek it.
Parshaara, we should move on.
What do you mean?
Enough with the cryptic comments.
Just tell me.
You think the qunari are coming to convert us?
Ah, yes.
It's very nice but you must watch out the next time you're in a marsh.
The humidity, it does nothing for it, and we can't have you saving the world with bad hair, now can we?
There's no one else I'd rather spend time with.
Come then, let us get going.
If I recall correctly, you have some important earth-shattering business to attend to?
No, nothing.
You are a good friend.
No, let's talk about my hair again.
Never mind, I must have misunderstood.
Yet these are human ruins, remember?
Why would they worship an elven god?
An elven tomb built by shems?
I doubt it.
Our ships will come to these shores.
And the antaam will bring this land to the Qun.
I... happened to be speaking with Zevran yesterday.
He tells me you two have been... intimate.
I...
I don't know what to think.
I didn't know you were... fond of other men.
Not that... not that there's anything wrong with it, but I had no idea.
Oh.
I see.
So you've... made your decision, I suppose?
Well, I...
I wish you well then.
He is... quite a catch, I suppose.
And you tell him, if he ever hurts you, he'll have to face me!
Men can be bastards sometimes, you know...
You don't have to deny it.
I always thought there was something missing between us.
Now I know what it is.
Of course not!
We will always be friends.
That would be hard to do since Zevran has been boasting about it to anyone who will listen!
I didn't realize you were at all attracted to him.
I thought we...
You love Alistair.
To tell the truth, I didn't either, until he came along.
N-no!
I...
I don't know?
Does this mean we can't be friends anymore?
Well, there is something to be said for trying new things.
He told you what?
That a lie!
Dear Maker, please don't tell anyone else.
I will... hope that I do not live to see that day.
But it does no good to dwell on it.
This is what I believe:
No, it was a mistake I made.
Yes.
This is who I am.
I suppose I can't fault you for being desirous of new experiences.
And what is it they say?
Oh, yes.
You should try everything once, except for incest and qunari cuisine?
I... don't know.
I'm not sure.
Are they like the darkspawn, then?
Do you mean they're abominations?
That's cryptic.
Really?
Zevran didn't seem to think you regretted it that much, but he's not known for his honesty, is he?
Even the most cunning emissaries of the archdemon cannot pass for men.
They do not have the excuse of demons within them.
Darkspawn, abominations, plagues, and storms: Men are far more dangerous than these.
One moment of betrayal can bring more ruin than an earthquake.
You know this.
So they're traitors?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Anyway...
I suppose this is your decision?
I know.
I will always be here for you, if you need me.
We can still be friends, Leliana.
They are Tal-Vashoth.
Does that mean there are no darkspawn in Seheron?
They say they are "grey ones." True, in the knowledge of themselves.
Darkspawn are not our concern in the islands.
Tal-Vashoth are.
They are gaping holes where men used to be.
Nothing can fill them.
What's so terrible about them?
That's harsh.
Anyway, I'm glad we sorted this all out.
I knew there was more to it than what Zev told me.
What do they want?
Well, you know how he is.
It was a mistake that I've regretted.
I'm not sure how I feel yet.
He confuses me.
There was a village in the mountains of Seheron.
Farmers.
They grew cinnamon and nutmeg trees in perfectly ordered rows.
It is true.
There would always be one person waiting.
A foreman, a harvester, rank didn't matter.
Must we speak of this?
We could be fighting something.
It is my business because... because we... we work together?
We need to rely on each other and... and perhaps honesty is necessary here.
Oh.
Well, I suppose I can see why.
I just... never mind.
I...
I don't know.
I'm not sure what I want you to say.
M-misunderstanding?
I... well, what can I say here that will not embarrass me?
I don't see why this is any of your business.
I like Zevran.
A lot.
You've already drawn your own conclusions.
What can I say?
That's not really why you're asking, is it?
There is a misunderstanding about our relationship here.
It's all right.
Well, I am.
It seemed like it would be a pleasant diversion.
I...
I think I made a mistake about you.
It... it's not your fault.
I'm sorry.
You know me too well.
I...
I just thought we had something here.
We do.
Zevran means nothing to me.
A diversion?
That's all?
A... a lie?
Why would Zevran...
If there's anything I know about Zevran, it's that he never lies about his sexual conquests.
It was no lie.
It's Zevran!
Why does Zevran do anything?
Heh, true enough.
Often I do not know what to make of him.
I don't know.
He's not... normal.
So... what is this all about then?
A lie?
Why would Zevran make something like this up?
I don't see how this is your concern.
Don't tell me you haven't felt drawn to him.
Zevran is lying.
We've never been intimate.
Oh...
I...
I see.
I have to admit he does have something about him.
But there are always people who will catch your eye... the important thing is whether... whether they capture your heart.
Oh, Maker.
I...
I don't know what I'm saying.
Fun?
I know Zevran seeks pleasure and not a bond of friendship or... or anything else, but you...
Is this how you treat people?
As... playthings?
The usual.
Boy meets girl, boy beds girl... you know.
You haven't felt at all drawn to him?
Zevran doesn't have my heart.
Eye, heart... it doesn't matter.
He's fun.
I'm sorry if I... made you feel uncomfortable.
Let us put this behind us, shall we?
This is a joke I find none too funny.
Perhaps I should remove myself from your presence so you can amuse yourself in peace.
Friends always embarrass themselves in front of each other.
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I think you just had a misunderstanding.
I was only with Zevran for fun.
I just like Zevran a lot.
Shall we forget I ever brought this up?
I...
I think this would be best.
Then why did you...?
Golem Registry
H-have you seen my lunch?
It's a piece of lichen bread with a spread of old cheese and shredded dried meat.
I-I'm only asking because you never know who's going to get hungry.
Greetings and welcome to Garin Garinson's Luxury Goods Shoppe.
Wow, there are a lot of you.
And I've never seen one of <emp>those</emp> before.
The things they come up with...
You're awfully tall, you know.
Did someone stretch you?
It's almost lunch time, you know.
I hope you don't mind if I look around for a little n-n-nip here, and--
What was I saying?
Right.
I have some lovely things here.
L-l-l-l-lyrium enhanced, of course.
Oh, yes, I've often thought that myself.
But then, look what happened to me.
Oh, I-I-I was hoping you w-w-wouldn't notice.
Most people don't anymore, or maybe they're too polite to mention it.
I had a little incident a few years back.
Too much time with the raw lyrium ore, you know?
Maybe it was a bad vein.
I uh, I cut myself, and the dust got straight in the blood.
Since then, it's been a little hard for me to concentrate.
Except when forging.
Then I'm straight as an arrow, best work you've ever seen.
L-l-look around the shop.
See for yourself.
Well, it's the lyrium, you know.
Raw blood of the earth.
It's more alive than you and me. 
M-m-most of the time, that's no problem.
When it's all bundled up in a piece of steel, it'll leave you alone.
But handling the ore directly, some-sometimes you get burned.
It's not just your skin it takes off; it'll burn directly into your m-m-mind.
Not crazy.
Just a little... forgetful.
Don't worry.
I'm fine when I work.
Just look at my wares.
I have the best blades here.
Enchanted to hold f-f-fire, ice, anything you want to put in it.
Right.
Best in the trade, you know.
I work the ore m-myself. <desc>Giggles</desc>
Aye. 'Course we are.
You should know that.
W-w-weak surfacers like you touch the raw ore, and you'll bleed from your eyeballs in hours.
Weird, seeing how b-b-big you are...
Even surface dwarves lose it.
Us down here, though, w-we should be able to handle it just fine.
Only not too much and not every day and not breathing the dust and not direct in the blood.
Ancestors' own bad luck.
That seems awfully unf-f-friendly of me.
Well, if you come back, just walk right up and tell me you won't s-stand for that.
See yourself out, indeed!
"Have a look at my shop," I hope.
Hmm.
Maybe I'll shop somewhere a little... safer.
Nothing coherent.
I don't understand.
What happened to you?
So working with lyrium made you crazy?
Let me see your wares.
Aren't dwarves immune to lyrium's effects?
That I should see myself out.
Often, they would say nothing.
Simply watch as we worked to examine the empty house, a new one each time, that had once been the home of a colleague, a friend.
We always made a point of searching.
Now and then, a body would turn up in a river, eaten by rain and crows.
More often, we found nothing. 
Even in the worst parts of the jungle, the villagers would send someone with us.
To see the tiniest piece of bone or cloth.
Anything contained the possibility of their lost friend.
I have no more answers than you.
Why do we fight the darkspawn?
Why do the darkspawn fight us? 
Fun?
Yes... maybe... maybe that is for the best.
Oh, don't tell me you've never done the same.
I thought it would be fun.
I was curious about him.
I don't either.
Maybe we should drop this.
All of it.
Which follower do you want?
To the mirror room in the ruins.
To the talk with the Keeper.
To the ruins a second time.
Merrill.
Both Fenarel and Merrill.
Back to the Keeper.
I...
What I've done has... has nothing to do with this!
Ugh.
Why do I always get myself into these conversations?
Curious?
Do you bed every person you're "curious" about?
Never mind.
Do what you like.
I should never have brought this up.
I suppose I do.
What's it to you?
Your disapproving tone is starting to grate on my nerves.
About you and Zevran?
No.
Not really.
I thought about it and I think I... overreacted.
After all, we were not...
I mean... it wasn't my place to criticize what you did in private.
I'm sorry if what I said drove a rift between us.
I didn't mean for it to do so.
Friends?
And now, you <emp>must</emp> tell me everything!
What's he like...?
Yes.
I have moved past this.
Just try not to get so crazy in future.
It's not the same thing.
Darkspawn aren't intelligent.
Dalish Elf Debug
You lied to me.
About Zevran.
I've seen you together.
He tried to <emp>kill</emp> you and apparently he's still more honest than you are.
I don't know if I can trust you, if I can trust the things you've said to me.
What am I to you?
And Zevran?
What's he to you?
You're... very special to me, but if you don't feel the same, please, tell me now.
Oh.
Oh, I see how it is.
Maker.
I was such a fool...
I care for you deeply, Leliana.
That girl that tags along and is useful sometimes?
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have lied to you.
Don't the Tal-Vashoth give reasons?
There has to be an explanation.
You are.
Why do you fight?
Is that so wrong?
I just want to know where I stand.
I should have ended it with Zev long ago.
I don't feel the same.
I'm sorry.
I don't want to lose you.
Zevran and I are over.
It's been fun, but I'm going with Zevran.
You're going to make me choose, aren't you?
I need to know what's going on between you and Zevran.
You said what happened between you two was nothing but it's gone further, hasn't it?
I've seen the knowing glances he shoots at you.
What's all that about?
Alistair is quite fond of you, isn't he?
Now and then.
Oh, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.
It's obvious.
He's not very good at being subtle.
I like Alistair...
I don't know if there's is anyone who doesn't but I...
I was wondering if there was something more between you two.
He is?
He is.
And I'm quite fond of him.
We're all fond of each other.
Oh, don't start.
You know perfectly well what I mean.
You're flirting with him.
No, of course not.
Did you think there was?
Harmless flirting, that's all.
I... think so.
I do like him.
Oh.
I...
I see.
Well, he's a very nice boy, no?
If you... if you hadn't made your move, perhaps I would have.
Maybe.
I...
I don't know.
I don't know what I'm saying.
I am happy for the both of you.
And especially for him.
He couldn't have found a better companion.
I've seen you flirting with him.
You may think it's harmless, and means nothing, but I see that he is quite taken with you.
Alistair is a wonderful person and you shouldn't give him false hopes, if you do not mean to go further.
He deserves better.
You're right.
I will stop.
Me?
Upset?
No, not at all.
I just...
I just think you should be careful about what signals you send to... others.
I know he does.
I do like him a lot though.
Oh, keep your nose out of it.
Are you all right?
You sound a little upset?
I'm sorry if you think I nag.
I just care a lot about you... and Alistair of course.
I don't want to see anyone hurt.
I'm just concerned for my friends, but if you think I'm in your way then forget it.
I'll never "stick my nose" in your business again.
Do the reasons matter?
It makes little difference to those they fight.
To defend my people.
To get revenge.
Because I have to.
To prove myself.
Tell me, then: Why do you fight?
In the antaam, we are told of the enemy: Assume he loves as you love, hates as you hate, and fights just as hard as you.
It's a lie, of course.
But does that matter, so long as you stand, and believe you know your enemy?
Cadash Statue
How will you know when you get it?
Yes.
There is no other reason.
To whom?
Who will judge your worth?
The enemy will never know it.
Your own people will never see it.
Even your gods are looking elsewhere.
The Tal-Vashoth wish us dead.
And we wish to go on living.
The point of our war is war.
A lot of what you've said about the qunari is oppressive.
They want things to change.
You're a soldier, what do you care about casualties?
You don't think they have any justification?
Why is it you always feign ignorance?
I've seen you together.
I'd have to be blind, deaf and buried ten leagues underground not to notice!
But you've said such things to me!
Were they lies?
Have you been playing with my feelings?
If you really care, don't do this to us.
I know Alistair wouldn't want it any more than I do.
I care for both of you.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to.
I don't know that it's love, really...
I think I do.
So you... you have been then.
Then you and Alistair...?
What about Alistair then?
What are you doing to him?
He adores you.
Don't make me choose between you.
So is death.
Death is certainly a change.
When the dead are mine, I care.
There are times when words fail.
No.
But they don't care what I think.
You've gone back to being cryptic, I see.
I need to do this.
I need to know where we stand.
This cannot continue.
It is not fair to either of us, so I will make this decision for you.
You and I... it probably wasn't the best thing for either of us anyway.
It was good while it lasted though.
Alistair is a wonderful person and he deserves someone who loves him wholeheartedly.
Go... go tell him so.
I... understand.
I...
I love you both and I'm happy for you, and I will always be here, if you need me, my friend.
Then I choose you.
I'm sorry, but I think Alistair is better for me.
I don't know.
You're both different, but special.
I'm sorry, Leliana, but Alistair is too special to me.
I should end it with Alistair before this goes too far.
I don't think I want to live without either of you.
I didn't mean to offend you by speaking of this.
I have no feelings you can hurt, Warden.
What if I insist?
Just go, Sten.
Don't make this more difficult.
I could make you leave.
As you wish.
Panahedan.
It's a wonder why you even speak, sometimes.
<desc>This letter is marked as having been written by First Enchanter Arlen of the Circle of Magi over twenty years ago:</desc>
<desc>"Madam,</desc>
<desc>"I can assure you that the Circle of Magi is not a sacrilegious institution and that, indeed, we are under the supervision of the Chantry."</desc>
<desc>"It would make our investigation of your husband's death much easier if you would simply co-operate with us."</desc>
<desc>"Our investigator reports that the store owner was uncooperative in recovering the golems control rod.
As such, we cannot discern whether Wilhelms golem was responsible for his murder."</desc>
<desc>"The golem will simply have to remain where it is unless the villagers can find a means to destroy it.
Our condolences to you and Wilhelm's children for your loss."</desc>
<desc>"I am disappointed to hear that you sold the majority of Mage Wilhelm's personal property to the general store in your village."</desc>
<desc>"We do, however, appreciate your gift of Wilhelm's journals, and we will keep them safe here in the tower at Lake Calenhad."</desc>
Wilhelm's Journal
<desc>You find a stack of books that appear to be journals.
Each one is bound in a unique way, reflecting the personalities of the mages who bound them.</desc>
<desc>You find nothing of any real use, mostly notes on research written in personal shorthand.</desc>
<desc>You find a journal bound in black leather.
The front page says, "The researches of Wilhelm, master mage of Redcliffe.
Let he who absconds with this book have his eyes taken by crows."</desc>
<desc>You take the journal and stuff it into your pack.</desc>
<desc>This is just the text for Wilhelm's journal.
It can go into the journal's description for now, but in the final engine it'll likely be a pop-up and then go into the Codex.</desc>
Wilhelm's journal is filled with information about research and experiments he has conducted, as well as information about the people in Redcliffe.
The part that stands out to you, however, is the section he entitiled, "Golem Research."
"The dwarves are lying to me."
"I sent them a missive months ago, offering a trade for one of their precious gems: the ones they set in the foreheads of their golems.
As expected, their shaper of memories declined my request, claiming that they had no such gems to spare.
I know better: If there's one thing dwarves have, it's gems."
"Fortunately, I have been leaning on a dealer of... curiosities... who has procured an actual golem.
It's possible he will be reluctant to sell the creature, but I will convince him to give up the beast one way or another."
"With a golem in my possession, I can test my theory.
If I am right, and removing the gem does indeed revive the ancient creature's memories, then I may well become the greatest source of ancient-world information in Ferelden."
"And as a welcome side-effect, I will have gained a golem servant of my own, something that will surely only help me in my efforts to keep the backward residents of Redcliffe in line."
<act>Search through the journals.</act>
<act>Search the stack for Wilhelm's journal.</act>
<act>Take Wilhelm's Journal.</act>
<act>Leave the books alone.</act>
So, uh, what did you do with her legs?
Whose legs?
<emp>Her</emp> legs.
That's the problem with dwarven legs.
They're useless as an accessory.
I didn't do anything with them.
I don't know what--
Ah, say no more.
Just got 'em outta the way and went about your business.
Good on you, son. 
Uhm.
Thanks.
So.
With the boss, aye?
You and the boss.
Rolling your oats.
I don't know--
Polishing the footstones.
--what you're--
Tapping the midnight still, if you will.
What are you going on about?
Forging the moaning statue.
Bucking the forbidden horse.
Donning the velvet hat.
Are you just making these up right now?
Nope.
Been saving 'em.
You know what would do you some good?
A pair of nose plugs?
Go out, find a girl.
Doesn't matter who, as long as there's no pants involved.
What makes you think I haven't?
I can smell purity a mile away.
It's a talent.
That proves to be useful, I'm sure.
Not that often, it turns out.
Be much better if I could smell cheese.
You have my deepest condolences.
Yep.
So do you.
Ah.
Yep.
Lot of tension around here.
You think so, do you?
Know what I do to relieve tension?
I hesitate to wonder.
I polish the ol' weapon.
Really.
Yep.
Give it a good shine.
With a dry rag, then with a little grease.
You're telling me you never gave yer blade the old spit-shine?
I think that's private.
Really?
Sodding Chantry and its rules.
I like to do it right out in the open.
Where people can see you?
Yep. 
Wait, what are you talking about?
What are <emp>you</emp> talking about?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Never mind.
Don't give me that look, dog.
You're about one lifted-leg away from becoming a new pair of boots.
Watch where you're going, ya sodding great horse of a dog!
Oh, he didn't do anything to you.
Let it go.
Glad someone said it.
Hop on and ride him, Oghren.
He's about the right size.
One day, someone's going to kick you, beast.
Not saying who, but someone.
They tell you what to wear in the Chantry?
You have robes and such that you must wear.
And uh, so.
Robes.
What else?
Well... sometimes there are vestments and ceremonial garments....
Right.
Right.
And... and then?
Why are you so interested in this?
Oh sod it.
Under the robes: pants?
No pants?
Stop stalling.
Naked or not?
What difference does it make?
All right.
Stonewall me.
I'll find out one way or the other.
Uh, right.
Good luck with that.
What do you people see in him?
See in whom?
In the Warden. 
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Jealous, are we?
Jealous!
Of him?
Ha!
Of course.
A handsome man, with women fawning over him.
It must be very difficult for you to handle.
I do not blame you your envy, however.
Especially considering that the chances of any woman who is not struck both blind and dumb of providing you the attention you crave is... slight.
Quiet, you!
You can't get under my skin!
Were I you, I would simply give up all hope of knowing another woman at all.
Or have you already?
A wise move, if so.
Forget I said anything.
Trust me, dwarf...
I already have.
I swear.
The things I could do to you.
Ugh.
It is leering at me once again...
Oh.
Did I say that out loud?
You couldn't hurt me if you wanted to, witch, you know that?
T'is so?
Dwarves resist magic, woman.
There's nothing you could do.
Nothing?
I could not, for instance, kick you in your manhood?
Oof.
Do you wish to see?
Not necessary.
Well, the offer stands.
So-ooo...
What?
Why is the drunkard staring at me?
So you were a girl dwarf.
And?
What of it?
You know, I've seen a golem or two in my time.
We have them in Orzammar.
It is indeed wise in the ways of the golem.
It deserves a medal.
Thing is, I don't remember anyone ever mentioning about them having memory problems.
Perhaps <emp>they're</emp> not the ones with the memory problems.
I talked to a golem, once.
It didn't have anything interesting to say, but it's memory?
Sharp.
It could tell you what you were wearing at the Barnack Festival ten years ago.
Probably vomit and flies and little else, if I were to guess.
Course, if someone simply <emp>claimed</emp> to have lost their memory, that would avoid some awkward questions.
Is it still talking?
It is not drinking, so it must be.
Fine, fine.
You go on and don't answer me.
You'll screw up sooner or later.
C'mon.
Who ate the cabbage?
Why ask me?
I guess you thought we could all share in the bounty.
Stand up to it, you giant ass!
You've birthed a cloud to be proud of!
I hope you've thought of a name.
Whew.
Aye, sure.
Why not?
Pardon?
Oh, I'd give you a roll.
Why not?
A "roll?"
Aye.
Any time.
Preferably in the dark.
I suppose I should be flattered.
I'm not sure I have the equipment for that, but sure, whatever gets you working.
Ugh.
Got something in my....
Sod it.
What are you...
Never mind, I don't want to know.
That's right.
Keep your nose up.
You know, just because we don't all live in some tower in the clouds doesn't mean we're worthless.
I didn't....
And furthermore, I don't think I appreciate the way you looked at me last night.
The way I... what?
Oh, you remember.
Those longing eyes, hungry for a bit of a tussle....
I never looked at you, dwarf.
Definitely not in that way.
Oh, you're right.
Must have been the dog.
You could show me a little appreciation, you know.
Appreciation?
For what?
I saved your ass a while back!
When that thing was... you don't even remember.
I'm sorry, I--
No, that's fine.
Next time I'll just let it get you, that's all.
So, you're not tossing yourself at the boss?
Seems like every other woman in this band is tossing herself at the boss feet-first. 
It's like a sodding noble's birthday party around here.
Oh, no, the Grey Warden is a little young for me.
Both of them are.
Need someone with a little more experience, I guess, right?
I suppose. 
Well, you know where to find me.
So.
I was thinking...
Listen, dwarf.
I am not interested in your innuendos, your propositions, or your bodily emanations.
But I--
Quiet!
I just wanted--
No!
Keep it to yourself!
I'm serious.
Eh, fine.
Good!
Thank you!
So, uhhh.
You and the boss, huh?
If by "boss" you are referring to who I think you are, you are correct.
Uh, hm.
Just.
Good luck with that.
Why, thank you ever so much.
You might want to... y'know.
Keep it down, though.
Hmph.
She would have to go for an elf.
She who?
You and the Warden.
We all know what's going on there.
Oh?
Does that make you jealous, my stout little friend?
Me?
Ha!
Last thing I need is another woman in my life.
One wife was enough for you, was she?
Ha.
Branka was only slightly more woman than I am.
Bristle-chinned poetess.
Shocking that our fair Grey Warden didn't choose you, instead.
Wonders never cease.
So.
Antiva.
Wonderful place.
Full of...
Antivans.
Oghren, if you want to bed me, you have only to ask.
What?
Draw your weapon and say that again!
<emp>Laughs</emp> I jest, my foul-smelling friend.
You are only slightly less attractive to me than a slime-filled pool of swamp water.
Hmph.
Better be. 
You have my oath.
Bloody Antivans.
I would have thought saving the surface would have involved less walking.
Little legs getting tired?
I thought these people had animals.
Horses and such. 
In Orlais, perhaps, but not here.
If you like, I could hoist you up on my back.
Hey now, don't start with the--
Yes, climb up, and I'll cart you around like a child!
Marvelous fun!
You knife-eared pipe-cleaner, you couldn't carry me on your best day.
Mmmm.
Perhaps if you left behind the spirits, all the weapons, and lost about two feet of beard....
Ach.
I give up.
Just keep walking.
Well, here we are, elf.
The homeland of your people.
I'm from Antiva, Oghren.
I don't go into forests as a rule.
I thought you elves were all from the woods, with the flowers and the wind and what not.
The Dalish, perhaps.
Most of us were born with a roof over our head.
Then why the sod do we keep hearing about elves frolicking in the thicket and nug-spew like that?
Could it be that Orzammar's archives aren't the most accurate authority on elves? 
Hmph.
Orzammar's archives are hardly an authority on Orzammar's archives. 
Hey, elf.
You're all right.
Am I?
Aye.
I was thinking, I was thinking that you're... you're just all right.
Drunk again, Oghren?
"Drunk again, Oghren?" You sound like my father.
He was all, "You're drunk; stop wetting on the table."
How dare he.
Least my mom had the good sense to hide the booze from him.
So, you know, she could drink where he couldn't see her. <desc>Laughs</desc>
That's heartwarming.
Hey buddy, let's not go <emp>crazy</emp> or anything.
Keep your pants where I can see 'em.
Elf! 
Oghren!
I have something to say to you!
I am all ears, as we elves like to say.
I...
Well, now I forgot. 
Alas.
But just know I had something. 
You've had several somethings, I suspect.
It's part of your charm.
Oghren's Old Flame
You found Flemeth's tome, and gave it to Morrigan.
She seems quite eager to start studying it and Maker only knows what she'll learn from it.
You confronted Flemeth and dealt with her.
Her grimoire is now in Morrigan's hands and Morrigan is very grateful.
After learning about what happened with Branka back in Orzammar, Felsi seems willing to forgive Oghren.
Perhaps they'll start talking again.
It's quite clear that Felsi still thinks Oghren is a nasty rat.
It looks like that bridge is burned.
<emp>Look up Felsi near Lake Calenhad</emp>
Oghren has told you about an old "friend" called Felsi who left for the surface about a year ago.
Oghren and Felsi did not part on good terms.
Now that he's on the surface, he wants to look her up, to see if she has forgiven him.
She lives near Lake Calenhad.
Oghren Debug: Select an option
Which Global Plot
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Which Approval Rating?
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Hostile
Neutral
Warm
Friendly
I certainly hope so.
I hope not!
Hmph!
Well, I'd like to know where she went, that's what!
What if I have?
I need some supplies, actually.
No, nothing a sword and some arrows can't fix.
We have tamassrans.
I do not know this other thing of yours.
It wasn't that difficult.
What is it now?
<emp>Kill Flemeth and take her real grimoire</emp>
Morrigan has spent much time reading the tome you found in the Circle Tower.
However, while it wasn't exactly a book of Flemeth's magic as she had hoped, she has learned one thing: Flemeth intends to use her to prolong her life.
Morrigan has decided that Flemeth must die, and that Flemeth's real grimoire is to be hers.
You agreed to kill Flemeth for Morrigan.
The old witch is likely where you last saw her.
Flemeth is assuredly dead.
Her secrets and storied grimoire are yours to loot and do with as you please.
Where do you think you're going?
We've got work to do.
What?
Are you breathing smoke?
If I go up there, there is no coming back for me.
I'll find Branka later.
Come or stay, whatever you want.
You confronted Flemeth and dealt with her.
However, you decided to keep her grimoire for yourself.
Ha!
That's like saying that dender rash is a "bit" itchy!
You'll tear the skin off your arse and be glad you did it.
I would be the same, in their place.
They have just been attacked, after all.
And if she was a werewolf?
And the elf chased her and then found her?
What then?
Sweet, blissful, reunion?
I would not allow any to keep me from my goal.
Going out there could cause another attack, and I wish no harm upon my clan.
This I understand.
To hold the group over the individual is worthy.
An unexpected trait in your kind.
Since we seem to be headed into the forest anyhow, that does seem to be the right thing to do.
Good.
I have had quite enough of fools assuming we are here to solve their little problems.
Are we not heading into the forest as it is?
Surely it would be no trouble to keep an eye out?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Why you bother to stop and talk with anyone at all amazes me.
Perhaps.
Compassion would not be out of place, of course, but... you may be right.
And perhaps you need more compassion for those not as free as yourself.
I can only hope that if you... <emp>do</emp> come across her, you might consider telling me.
Come, now.
You'll hardly get any help unless you ask for it, hmm?
Won't you reconsider?
We would truly like to hear what has troubled you so.
If there is nothing else you need, I would ask that you leave me to my misery.
We have better things to do.
Perhaps he just needs to accept the truth.
Hope that was fun for you.
I tend to put my victims out of their misery, myself, and avoid unnecessary pain.
But that's me.
Taunt the elf, huh?
Fun game, isn't it? 
Er.
I shouldn't take up too much of your time.
Important things to do, eh?
What are any of us doing here now?
Who knows.
I'm just glad it's all over.
Another mage?
Great.
Assassination and blackmail are commonplace, but the appearance of honor is paramount.
The city now stands alone, cut off from the rest of the dwarven ancestral lands by the darkspawn incursion.
You grew up in a world rife with political intrigue and have struggled against brothers and cousins for honor and prestige.
So we head into the city together.
As it should be.
Once this is done, no matter how it turns out I will be gone.
You are aware of this, yes?
Then I would mourn you, would I not?
Then I would mourn the passing of a friend.
I suggest you not let that happen.
I do not think that would be wise.
It... is tempting.
You do not know how much.
But, no.
That would not be wise.
There is far more I might have done for you, had this been another time and we... been different people.
You... are most welcome.
It is, I think, the very least I could offer you.
And you are most welcome.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Allow me to say only one thing before we go.
I was foolish.
This could have been so much easier, yet I... cannot regret what was between us.
I will always remember you... my love.
Now let us see this finally done.
The archdemon awaits.
I knew nothing of friendship before we met.
And I will always consider you such.
Live well, my friend.
Live gloriously.
Let us go, and see this finally done.
The archdemon awaits.
After all that?
I will not be going with you?
And what made you think you ever could?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Sentimentality.
I'm touched... truly.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I would still see this to the end, but so be it.
Let us part ways now.
You go your way, to your destiny, and I go my way, to mine.
Go, then.
Slay your archdemon.
And let us be done with each other at last.
Go, then.
Slay the archdemon.
Live gloriously and well.
This should have been so much easier.
I should have known better.
I did not know what it meant to have a friend, once.
But you I would gladly consider such.
Go, slay your archdemon.
Live gloriously, my friend.
I would not suggest it, but your path will ever be your own.
And so you... make it difficult for me, do you?
This could have been so much easier.
I allowed myself...
I should have known better.
Yet I cannot bring myself to regret.
Go, slay the archdemon.
Live long and well... my love.
And why would you wish me to remain?
So you could attempt to sway me from my path?
No, let us not argue over this.
You do not have the time... and we have an agreement.
And if I die?
I was hoping you would stay for the celebrations.
I was hoping you might have changed your mind.
Then let me thank you now, for what you've done.
I'm aware.
I cannot trust you now.
I can't risk you being hurt, I'm sorry.
In your delicate condition?
No.
This is where we part ways.
I will find you, Morrigan.
I swear it.
Just don't make me come after you.
Then farewell.
And good luck.
I love you, Morrigan.
No, but I don't want you going anywhere.
Which part of the plot would you like to skip to?
Finding Oskias
Returning to Beraht
Entering the Proving
In Cell
Beraht Fight
Exit
I killed him.
I spared him.
Yes (Big 50/50 split)
Yes (Small 50/50 split)
It wishes to speak to these creatures?
What is the point?
We've slaughtered our way this far, what's a bit further?
Fine, fine.
Arguing with that logic will just give me a headache, I swear.
That's the talk of morons.
But it should do as it wishes.
I am tired of arguing.
Yes, yes. <desc>Sigh</desc>
Wait!
Surely we can listen to what they have to say?
And what would be the point, you old fool?
We have already slaughtered our way through them, unless you've forgotten.
Or we could just slaughter some more of them and talk later.
I'm just saying.
Hmm.
A little suspicious to be attempting parley now, no?
If I were them, I'd lead us into an ambush.
Your murderous life has soured you on the goodness of others.
Do we truly lose so much by listening to their words?
Do we truly lose so much just by listening to their words?
Must we slaughter our way past everything?
I... very well.
Perhaps you are right.
I do not agree with this, but I see you will not be convinced otherwise.
It is never a weakness to seek out alternatives, Shale.
You're right.
This could be a trap.
I still need to find Witherfang, Shale.
Stop questioning me.
We're going to parley.
I won't risk it.
Maybe you're right.
Let's parley, then.
We came this far, Wynne.
Don't back down now.
How did the Proving turn out?
I poisoned Mainar
Leske Poisoned Mainar
Nobody Poisoned Mainar
How did Oskias turn out?
So do I!
I am truly impressed.
Well, I do not like this plan at all!
Inciting these poor creatures to attack the Dalish--are you mad?!
We can speak of Witherfang in time.
All I ask is that you hear what I have to say, first.
Jumping to this section requires that you have Leske with you, would you like to jump to get him?
Directions: When you get to the new area, enter the debug script again to have Leske join your party and continue to the area you chose.
I am sorry, Daveth.
Step forward, Jory.
But...
I have a wife.
A child!
Had I known...
There is no turning back.
No!
You ask too much!
There is no glory in this!
I am sorry.
But the Joining is not yet complete.
You are called upon to submit yourself to the taint for the greater good.
From this moment forth, you are a Grey Warden.
I see.
So we are here to facilitate revenge, now?
Do as you see fit, then.
I... very well.
If you think it is best, then do it.
But I still think it is cruel.
And how is this anything less than unnecessary and cruel?
I cannot disagree with this more!
It's no less than Zathrian deserves.
I will do as I think is best, now back off.
We are here to fight the darkspawn, not to help the elves.
Maybe you're right.
Forget I said that, then.
So the Dalish leader misled us?
Heh.
And yet they call it "human nature?"
Deceit is the nature of men.
Are you really surprised?
You?
Are you truly going to do this?
Slaughter the Dalish?
My mother was Dalish.
Or so I'm told.
I hold no allegiance for them, but this... does not sit well with me.
Do not do this thing, I beg you.
Thank you.
I would do as you ask, if you asked it, but... thank you.
Perhaps you are right.
I should not have mentioned it.
How is this the best way?
You would punish the Dalish for something Zathrian did?
So it is to be a Grey Warden sacrifice.
I see.
Hmm.
I see where this is headed.
Downhill.
Quickly, too.
Just figured that out, did you?
Elves are bloody brilliant.
Tact and diplomacy not so much your specialty, huh?
I get it.
Childhood thing.
Perhaps you should restrict yourself to the usual drooling and blubbering, Alistair, and leave the tactics to the rest of us.
Oh ho, ho.
Funny.
I see you went to clown academy at Flemeth's Finishing School of the Wilds.
You disagree?
It's already done.
All right.
I will find another way.
This is the best way.
Trust me.
The werewolves will make better allies.
Enough.
I've decided.
You're no stranger to a little murder.
Yes, and you are going to help.
Hmm.
I send you to kill Witherfang, and now they have turned you against me?
Interesting.
To survive, I suspect.
That is the common nature amongst all such creatures, the will to survive.
They attacked my clan and they were the same savages then that they have ever been.
They deserve to be wiped out and not defended.
An interesting plan.
Though truly we could have gotten this over with by attacking the Lady when we had the chance, no?
Oh, good.
This will mean a much higher body count, won't it?
I approve.
It doesn't matter.
Come with me now.
What is it you think she wants?
The curse came first from you.
Will you remove this curse or not?
Jump to June Release Area (Ostagar).
Jump to June Release Area (Korcari Wilds).
Please... take no offense at my friend.
We come representing the Grey Wardens.
No, wait... would it make any difference if I said we were Grey Wardens?
Why were you imprisoned?
I'm sorry, but this is not charity.
The Grey Wardens need skilled fighters.
To take you would be to condemn you to certain death, and I will not.
No!
No, don't leave me here!
Silence, you!
Fine.
You may take that one, but I ask only one thing, Grey Warden:
Let us end this, then.
And quickly.
Aye!
I can't say I've killed a sodding forest spirit before!
Please!
Stop!
Surely there must be a peaceful solution to this!
I... suppose this is necessary.
It just... seems so dreadful.
I am!
And I refuse to accept that there is no way to end this peacefully!
Cunning.
Oh, thank the Maker!
I was beginning to wonder!
We're doing what we have to.
I'm so sorry.
I agree!
Stop!
This is madness!
Zathrian must end this curse; we cannot support him!
I...
I cannot argue with that...
Yes, save the world from the Blight, but let it be torn apart by hatred?
What good is that?
Has <emp>it</emp> gone mad?
The mage is responsible for all of this!
Can it not see that?
Perhaps it is right.
Still...
I would prefer to crush them all, in that case.
And it chooses the elf?
Bizarre.
Flemeth tells tales of such a time.
Packs of possessed wolves, akin to abominations, roaming the land.
It was a terrible age now long past.
Werewolves are beasts not unlike abominations, possessed wolves driven mad.
Yes, it seems like you have had your own troubles.
What are the odds?
So their first reaction to trouble is to flee from it?
Curious.
Hmm, a Grey Warden then.
I suspected as much.
But not for your own clan, surely.
What is it you need our aid for?
And who are you to request our aid for anything?
We owe service to no one.
There isn't, Leliana.
I want this over with.
I don't know.
Is there, Zathrian?
Ask yourself that question, Leliana.
You do as I say, Wynne, or you leave.
This is not our fight, Wynne.
The Blight is.
You're right.
He needs to end the curse.
Just shut up and do as you're told!
We're here for allies, Shale.
No other reason.
I came to speak to you about the Blight.
I came to recruit the aid of the Dalish.
You must fight the darkspawn.
You do indeed owe service: to me.
All that matters?
How truly, truly sad.
We seem to be going quite out of our way to revive this Arl Eamon.
We need his help.
What choice do we have?
Surely there must be another option than searching out a holy relic, the existence of which is not even certain.
This is a rather thin hope to hang our success upon.
Arl Eamon didn't seem to think so.
This is the same man who lacked even moderate awareness of anything that occurred within his own castle?
You don't know anything about him, so don't judge him.
I think it's our best hope.
To succeed against the darkspawn?
Or to save your ailing father figure?
Enough!
Just drop it.
So you met this sibling of yours?
Half-sister, but yes.
And you made a promise to help her?
Err... yes?
Why would you do such a thing?
This woman is a parasite who will appreciate nothing you do.
You know this?
It's moments like this when I truly appreciate the difference between you and me.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> 'Tis moments like this when <emp>I</emp> truly wonder at the difference between you and a toadstool.
And you gave the woman money?
And she turned out to be an insufferable hag?
You'd have liked her.
You two have a lot in common.
And you let her berate you?
Without punishment?
There is one thing I do not understand, Alistair.
Just the one thing?
About you, perhaps.
Why the deception over your parentage?
I'd figure you'd be the sort who knows all about deception.
I do.
And what use the deception might have had ended when King Cailan perished, did it not?
Maybe.
I guess I was sort of hoping that would go away.
The truth does not "go away."
I didn't say it was a good plan.
So am I to understand that you two have ended your relationship?
Shut up.
That is none of your business.
What?
No questions allowed?
You do not wish your motivations--
I said shut up.
I will run this sword through you, I am not joking.
Ooo, I see.
Most serious, then.
This discussion is over.
I do wonder.
Is it permissible for two Grey Wardens to... oh, what is the word I search for?
Caboodle?
Fraternize.
What's wrong with fraternizing?
It seems most undisciplined, for an organization that claims it will do whatever is necessary to end the darkspawn threat.
One thing has nothing to do with the other.
Oh no?
And what if a Grey Warden was forced to choose between the Warden he loved and ending the Blight?
What should his choice be?
That is a... a ridiculous question.
And I have my answer.
Most kind of you.
You... do not truly think I look as my mother does, do you?
Have you really been thinking about that all this time?
I am simply curious.
And not insecure in the slightest, I'm sure.
I think I look nothing like her.
I don't know.
Give it a few hundred years and it'll be a spot-on match.
I said that I look nothing like her!
All right.
Got it.
Totally different.
I see that now.
Have a care where your eyes linger, Alistair.
Yes, well don't worry.
It's not what you think.
I was looking at your nose.
And what is it about my nose that captivates you so?
I was just thinking that it looks exactly like your mother's.
I hate you so much.
So I take it you did not enjoy your templar training?
That's directed at me, I take it?
Do you see any others about who have failed at their religious instruction?
I didn't fail.
I was recruited into the Grey Wardens.
And if you had not been recruited?
What would have happened, instead?
I would have turned into a drooling lunatic, slaughtered the grand cleric and run through the streets of Denerim in my small clothes, I guess.
Your self-awareness does you credit.
I thought you'd like that.
I have a wonder, Alistair, if you will indulge me.
Do I have a choice?
Of the two of you that remain, are you not the senior Grey Warden here?
I find it curious that you allow another to lead, while you follow.
You find that curious, do you?
In fact, you defer to a new recruit.
Is this a policy of the Grey Wardens?
Or simply a personal one?
Maybe you'd prefer to lead?
That would be worth a good laugh, for a while.
What do you want to hear?
That I prefer to follow?
I do.
I am simply looking for some of your father in you, that is all.
You sound so very defensive.
Couldn't you crawl into a bush somewhere and die?
That would be great, thanks.
<desc>Plaintive whine</desc>
Another?
I just gave you one, fool dog.
<desc>More insistent whine</desc>
Perhaps you should go and hunt something, then.
For a warrior beast you are remarkably over dependant.
Oh, very well.
But tell no one.
You ate my entire bag of herbs, you foolish dog.
Do not think I am unaware of where it went.
<desc>Unhappy whine</desc>
'Tis your own fault for being so entirely gluttonous.
Several of those herbs were poisonous.
You should be pleased they did not kill you.
Do not be ridiculous.
I am certainly not going to give you more, even if I did have more to give.
<desc>Whine!</desc>
You have some nerve, creature.
And your breath leaves much to be desired.
Off you go.
We shall see.
I promise nothing.
Stop looking at me, mongrel.
I have nothing you want.
Why do you keep staring at me so, you flea-ridden beast!
Can you not tell when you are not wanted?
I enjoy the company of creatures of the wild.
Not stench-ridden, domesticated wolves.
And he persists!
Maddening!
I am not fond of sharing.
You should know this.
I haven't asked to borrow anything of yours.
Nor would I lend it if asked.
You would be best to desist and find your own.
Find my own what?
<desc>Sigh</desc> This facade of yours is unconvincing.
If 'tis a competition you wish, a competition you shall have.
You wild folk are very odd.
And possessive.
I see you yet continue to be where you are not welcome.
Are you jealous?
Is that what this is about?
Because I don't think it's for you to decide what I should or should not do.
Oh, you may continue on as you have.
I am merely informing you that you will suffer the consequences.
You forget, Morrigan.
I am not without my own pointy ends, as well.
Do not make promises you cannot keep.
I always keep my promises.
Talk is cheap.
And this from a bard?
You can't possibly think he will prefer you.
Funnily, I was about to say the same thing to you.
And yet he and I have made love.
Did you know this?
I... suspected as much.
All the better, as he'll soon discover you have nothing else to offer.
The world of the flesh is one of many varied delights.
What do you think he will do when he discovers that you offer only frigid incompetence?
If we reach that point... if we do... it will be because we love each other.
And yet love grows rotten on the vine so quickly, a sour fruit that offers only a memory of sweetness.
What is it worth, truly?
Everything.
Only a dried up shell of a person would not know that.
We shall see.
Oh?
And what exactly is it that you believe you have to offer?
I don't know.
But if we are together it will be because he wants me, and he loves me.
These things are real.
It's nice to see you two together.
Love is such a wonderful thing, isn't it?
What are you talking about?
Is this more of your insipidness?
I... was talking about you and the Grey Warden.
You don't think the rest of us haven't noticed, I hope?
There is nothing to notice.
What you call "love" is nothing more than a wishful fancy.
Oh, you don't fool me!
Deep down inside you must be glad of it.
Let me tell you one thing, and then let us speak of it no more.
Love is a weakness.
Love is a cancer that grows inside and makes one do foolish things.
Love is death.
The love you dream of is something that would be more important to one than anything, even life.
I know no such love.
Oh.
He chose me over you.
If your hope is that he chose something pure and sugary sweet, then you are quite wrong.
What he chose is passion.
The respect of equals.
Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you of any further.
Now begone.
What I know is passion.
The respect of equals.
Things far more valuable that I'll not speak to you of any further.
Now begone.
I imagine you have already composed a suitable ballad to commemorate the events at Redcliffe, Leliana?
Why would I do such a thing?
You have taken up your instruments once again, have you not?
So to speak.
A bard takes events of great import and puts them to tale.
What happened at Redcliffe was horrible!
So many people died, and they were violated by unimaginable evil forces.
That was not so difficult, was it?
You may wish to add music, however.
You make it sound as if you enjoyed what happened there.
I can barely stomach to think of it.
But we were successful in the end.
Victory without cost has little worth.
I just think of what that poor little boy went through... no, I don't want to glorify what happened there.
Then who will learn from these events?
I would think on it some more, were I you.
Let me ask you this, then, Morrigan.
What if there really was a Maker?
Then I would wonder why He has abandoned His creation.
It seems terribly irresponsible of Him.
He left us because we were determined to make our own way, even if we hurt ourselves, and He could not bear to watch.
But how do you know?
You cannot ask Him this.
Perhaps He has gone to a new creation elsewhere, and abandoned this as a dismal failure, best forgotten.
I do not need to know because I have faith.
I believe in Him and feel His hope and His love.
"Faith." How quickly those who have no answers invoke that word.
How can someone who practices magic have so little capacity to believe in that which she cannot see?
Magic is real.
I can touch it and command it and I need no faith for it to fill me up inside.
If you are looking for your higher power, there it is.
But only if you can control it.
I do not envy the loneliness you must feel at times, Morrigan.
I... leave me be.
Loneliness would be preferred to this... endless chatter.
So you truly do not believe in any sort of higher power?
It has been bothering you, I see.
No, I do not.
Must I?
What do you believe happens to you after you die, then?
Nothing?
I do not go to sit by the Maker's side, if that's what you mean.
Only those who are worthy are brought to the Maker's side.
So many other sad souls are left to wander in the void, hopeless and forever lost.
And what evidence of this have you?
I see only spirits, no wandering ghosts of wicked disbelievers.
It must be so sad to look forward to nothing, to feel no love and seek no reward in the afterlife.
Yes, the anguish tears at me so.
You have seen through me to my sad, sad core.
Now you're simply mocking me.
You notice?
It appears your perceptive powers know no bounds.
I'm wondering, Morrigan... do you believe in the Maker?
Certainly not.
I've no primitive fear of the moon such that I must place my faith in tales so that I may sleep at night.
But this can't all be an accident.
Spirits, magic, all these wondrous things around us both dark and light.
You know these things exist.
The fact of their existence does not presuppose an intelligent design by some absentee father-figure.
So it is all random, then?
A happy coincidence that we are all here?
Attempting to impose order over chaos is futile.
Nature is, by its very nature, chaotic.
I don't believe that.
I believe we have a purpose.
All of us.
Yours apparently being to bother me.
So I see you are quite the little deceiver, after all.
Finally decided to gloat, have you?
It simply suits my view of the Chantry that one of their devoted sisters should turn out to be so full of hypocrisy.
There are good people in the Chantry.
Many good people who are just there to help others.
And apparently at least a few who are simply pretending to be good.
At least I was trying to be better than I was.
At least I regretted the evil I'd done.
Better that than be someone who's never loved anyone or anything, least of all herself.
Anything but that.
It seems that at least you got the self-righteousness down pat.
Well done.
So I take it that the swamp witch and the Grey Warden are... intimate?
I am hoping that is not a reference to Alistair.
Because it believes I am an oblivious moron?
Anything is possible.
As to the original question, is there a reason you ask?
I am simply curious as to whether or not it bewitched the Grey Warden.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> I have no need to force anything from men.
Oh?
My apologies, then.
I was about to offer my congratulations for a task accomplished.
And not intended as a backhanded compliment at all, yes?
Not at all.
I am the soul of politeness.
I understand the swamp witch is out to slay its own mother?
Entirely in self-defense.
So it claims.
It could not have been its plan from the very beginning, then.
I knew nothing about my mother's... intentions... prior to finding the book. 'Twas your notion I arranged that?
Unnecessary, considering it is the only one who can read the book.
It could just as well be a journal, or a book of recipes.
Would you like me to teach you how to read the book?
Then you can see for yourself.
<desc>Snorts</desc> Now it is testing me.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Well do you care enough to learn, or no?
What is a good enough reason?
It said that my reason for learning more of shapechanging was "not good enough." What reason would be?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I do not know.
Tell me what it is, and I shall decide.
It could simply decide any reason was insufficient, then.
You find that maddening, do you?
It has a bird-like nature to its sadism, I'll give it that.
Good.
Let us leave it that way.
I would still like to know how the swamp witch learns its forms.
Eager, are you not?
Does the golem wish to become human, after all?
A human is a soft and weak form.
I desire no such thing.
Then why the interest in shapechanging?
Unless you secretly wish to become something other than what you are?
Is that why the swamp witch learned?
To escape her form?
In a way.
It was lonely to grow up in the Wilds.
To join with the forest, to become one with its denizens... there was a freedom in that.
I think it would be an excellent talent for disguises.
Or perhaps to walk through doors without hitting one's head, hmm?
Yes, exactly.
Well. 'Tis not a good enough reason.
Would the swamp witch consider explaining the nature of magic to me?
I am most curious.
Surely there is another who would not be so bothered by your tiresome questions.
Perhaps Alistair?
I fear the second Warden has not the knowledge to answer my question.
You might ask him anyhow.
Certainly whatever he happened to come up with would serve as amusement.
I do not understand.
I seek enlightenment, and not amusement.
You're apt to get much further seeking amusement, I assure you.
The swamp witch is a most confusing creature.
I do not understand it.
You're not the first one to say so.
The first golem, perhaps.
I will ask the swamp witch later when it is less inclined to make bizarre responses to my queries.
You will be waiting some time, then, I fear.
How many other forms can the swamp witch become?
Several.
Can it become a golem?
Seeking companionship, are you?
If it could become a golem, I simply wonder why it would not stay that way.
It is a superior form.
No, I cannot become a golem.
I can learn to become animals, and each form must be learned anew.
And how does it learn a form?
Does it read about it somewhere?
<desc>Laughs</desc> 'Tis not a talent one can read from books!
You must copy a creature's soul!
I do not understand.
Nor should you.
Rock is unchanging--allow it to stay that way.
You seem so deep in thought, my dear Sten.
Thinking of me, perhaps?
The two of us, together at last?
I... what did you say?
You will need armor, I think.
And a helmet.
And something to bite down on.
How strong are human teeth?
How strong are my teeth?
Qunari teeth can bite through leather, wood, even metal given time.
Which reminds me, I may try to nuzzle.
Nuzzle?
If that happens, you'll need an iron pry bar.
Heat it in a fire, first, or it may not get my attention.
Perhaps it would be better if we did not proceed.
Are you certain?
If it will satisfy your curiosity...
Yes.
Yes, I think it is best.
So have you changed your mind, Sten?
I dream about you and I, if you must know.
Don't you belong to the Grey Warden?
In fact I belong to no one.
And he would not mind, I am certain.
You would, even were I interested in a small thing like you.
The qunari act is... unpleasant.
Unpleasant?
Unpleasant how?
Now I really am interested.
And what if I didn't mind?
I enjoy a little... animation.
You'd be less animated afterward.
It sounds as if I am arousing your passions already, my dear Sten.
Parshaara.
Why do you pester me?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Because 'tis amusing, that is why.
So are you going to continue staring at me as if I am covered in eels?
Eels would be <emp>something</emp>.
Prudery!
How charming.
I expected paranoia.
This is much better.
I prefer to be stared at lustfully, if at all.
Keep trying, then.
Oh?
Then shall I demonstrate an act or two?
And you may tell me hot or cold?
I'll save time.
Cold.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> You are a tease.
I am led to understand that the qunari have their own mages as well.
Is this so?
You would not understand.
Not understand?
Is it mental capacity that you believe I lack?
Or are you worried I will sympathize with my so-called brethren?
Take your pick.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Is that supposed to make me angry?
It means I find myself wishing that your people held proper, civilized attitudes towards magic.
Hmm.
That is a rather hostile thing to say.
And yet you continue speaking.
Astonishing.
You must be vastly relieved, Wynne.
Relieved?
I do not understand what you mean.
Most your age would spend much of their time pre-occupied wondering when they might perish.
Yet you already know.
Eavesdropping is not considered very polite, dear.
A fortunate thing, then, that I do not consider myself bound by such rules.
In response to your question, I know only that I died once.
I do not know how much time I have left... only that it is very little.
That is not so very different than before, surely.
You are an old woman.
One who keenly appreciates that our time in this world should be spent doing what is important.
I have always lived by such a philosophy.
How reassuring.
I have spent time alone and unprotected.
I'm sorry, what?
You said earlier that I have spent no time alone.
I have.
I left the Wilds more than once when I was young, to seek more of the world of man.
Did you return to the Wilds on your own?
Or did your mother seek you out?
She would never leave the Wilds.
I returned on my own.
The world of man... is dangerous.
And frightening, I imagine.
Especially for someone ill-prepared for it.
But the Circle is no place of safety. 'Tis a place of subjugation.
Is it?
It is by no means perfect, I agree, but consider the alternative.
At least other mages can understand our struggle.
We can help each other.
It is... something to consider, I suppose.
Well that's certainly something.
I have been thinking about what you said, Morrigan.
About the Circle.
Allow me to leap to the supposition that you disagree.
Let us say that the Circle did not exist.
What sort of a world would you envision for mages?
Would you advocate a return to the days of the Imperium?
I advocate nothing.
Nature dictates that the strong survive, if they have the will.
So you prefer a life of hardship and fear, so long as you believe you aren't tethered and free to do as you wish.
That is so.
But are you not here because your mother wished you to be?
I could leave if I desired to.
Of course.
It simply strikes me as odd that one who believes in such freedom has never spent any time alone and unprotected.
What you said before, Morrigan... about the Circle of Magi being a leash... do you truly believe that?
Only a fool would think otherwise.
You would prefer a world where young mages were slain by the ignorant for their talent?
Taught to fear their abilities?
That is what the Circle teaches.
You fear your abilities, instead of reveling in them.
Believing ourselves to be superior over other men is what led to the Imperium... and the darkspawn.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> I cannot believe you give credence to such drivel.
Those who do not heed the lessons of history are doomed to repeat them.
Then you need look no further than the elves for an example of what occurs when you allow others to hold your leash.
It must have been very difficult for you and your mother, Morrigan, to live always hiding from the Chantry and its hunters.
Your pitying tone is as unwelcome as it is unnecessary, old woman.
There was nothing difficult about our lives in the slightest.
But surely you must have drawn notice from time to time.
No matter how powerful you claim to be, you would not wish the full attention of the Chantry.
Hunters did come into the Wilds from time to time.
They did not leave.
And the interest of the Chantry was never aroused?
I find that difficult to believe.
I imagine you find many things difficult to believe.
Your own preference for the leash you wear, for instance.
There are good reasons for the world to fear mages, even despite our best intentions.
Your best intentions, perhaps.
Their fear concerns me not at all.
Think of it, Zevran.
You may have stumbled into a most delightful possibility for your future.
Oh?
Are you dispensing professional advice now?
It simply occurs to me that if, say, Alistair were to become king of Ferelden he may have need of someone of your... talents.
From what I know of the fellow it seems there would be a fair difference between what he needed and what he cared to make use of.
If Alistair becomes king, it would certainly not be through any brilliance on his part.
Whoever puts him there... now there's the one who will need you.
Hmmm.
Now that's an interesting thought.
You've such a devious mind, my dear.
Why have we not made love as of yet?
For what purpose?
I would sooner stab you in the face than let you touch me, elf.
And somehow that makes the idea even more intriguing...
That is rather wily of you, Zevran.
What is so wily of me, oh magical temptress?
Getting in the good graces of the one who decides whether you live or die, not to mention the one who can protect you against your former comrades.
And I am supposed to believe you are here out of... a sense of patriotism, perhaps?
<desc>Scoffs</desc> Hardly that.
We all have our reasons for doing what we do.
Mine happen to come with a set of lovely eyes.
These Crows of yours, Zevran.
Are they as extraordinary as you claim?
They all but rule over my homeland.
Do you find that extraordinary?
If true.
Are they so powerful simply because they are very good at what they do?
Or is there some secret to their power?
If there were a secret, it would only remain so if it were not told, my dear.
You are no longer bound to such a code.
Or do you believe their wrath will be greater than it already is, should you speak out of turn?
It may be that I simply do not wish to tell you.
You get the most delightful wrinkle in your brow when you are curious.
I see.
You are impossibly frustrating, you know this.
I do.
It is part of my charm, or so I'm told.
So you do not fear the Crows at all?
I think of it more as my desire to leave them far exceeds the fear I possess of them.
You think the Grey Wardens will give you safe harbor once all this is done?
Surely you are not so naive.
I am willing to take my chances.
And if you are wrong?
Then I will be dead.
One does not do what I do and fear death so very greatly.
There are fates worse than death.
And one of them is being unable to choose which master you serve.
Trust me, my dear, I am well pleased with my current direction.
You do still intend to kill your target, do you not?
Is your reputation not on the line?
Are you still on about this, woman?
I am led to believe that the Crows would never permit such a transgression.
They will come after you, and in force.
It has come to my attention that the Crows are not always successful when pit against Grey Wardens and their companions.
Perhaps they will send someone competent next time.
You wound me.
I have considered doing far more than that, trust me.
So what is going to keep you from poisoning your target now that you have been allowed to accompany us, I wonder?
You are.
You will be watching me ever so closely to make sure I attempt no such thing.
And why would I do such a thing?
Sneaking into our good graces in order to make another attempt is what I would do, were I you.
And here I was becoming rather fond of the idea of you watching me closely.
It would be a simple enough matter to poison the food in camp.
Or cut our throats while we sleep.
You seem rather charmed by the idea.
It would seem an appropriate result of sparing your life.
Ah.
Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you then.
The next time I am spared I will be sure to immediately turn upon my benefactors.
Will that do?
I was sent to be the eyes of the antaam.
Aye!
Duster deserves worse than this.
Start with his toes and work your way up!
Oh, somebody please kill <emp>somebody</emp>.
No!
Don't kill him!
Please, Lady, stop him!
No reason at all.
You may be right.
So?
Is it death at your hands?
Or no?
Good.
Let this be done, then.
Wasted lives.
All for such hate.
If this is what truly matters...
We're standing for what's right, here.
No matter what.
You deserve far worse.
It's death.
Just bring me back to camp.
Just get out of here.
Never mind.
Let's just go back to the camp now.
<desc>Chuckle</desc> He wishes to see if we did his work for him.
Is that not why you are here now, sorcerer?
Do not call me that, witch.
I am keeper of this clan, and have done what I must.
Did you acquire the heart?
You wish to play games, do you?
I can sense that you have it.
So you wish to play games?
I can sense you do not have it.
Why are you leaving the ruin?
Wouldn't you like to know?
I'd rather talk about our deal.
The writings of the Ashkaari Koslun.
The Qun.
It is the path to wisdom.
I'm sure he'll be back any day now.
I shouldn't be so worried.
Oh, I'm sure you don't care about this...
No, I have no news of this person.
Are you saying Genitivi is missing?
No, I don't, so I shall be on my way.
I suppose a mere scholar's warning will not deter you.
So be it.
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Get Shale's Activation Rod (Arl Eamon)
There has been no word!
None whatsoever, and he is always so fond of writing about his progress.
All right, all right!
I don't have time to listen to this.
I'm leaving.
Good.
I'll head for the inn immediately then.
Well, well, what have we here?
Are you a vulture, I wonder?
A scavenger poking amidst a corpse whose bones were long since cleaned?
Or merely an intruder, come into these darkspawn-filled Wilds of mine in search of easy prey?
Of course.
What would you like?
Why are we stopping?
This is so wonderful!
Young love, allowed to flourish!
Does anyone else feel the urge to vomit?
No? 'Tis just me?
Naw, I'm right there with ya, babe.
How puerile.
I certainly hope you are pleased with yourself.
And why not?
I think it is amusing.
You would.
And why not?
I'm certainly impressed!
Maker help us all.
Are all these bas such cringing, ineffectual creatures?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Now why have I never thought of that one?
I hope you are pleased with yourself.
There is no reason for such foolishness.
Gheyna!
It is even more difficult when you live amongst them, trust me.
Bah.
The elf wants to tell stories?
Do we truly have time for such drivel?
I imagine an ancient being such as yourself would have many stories to tell, hmm?
Indeed.
I have thirty years worth of tales involving pastoral village life and being defecated on by pigeons.
Riveting stuff.
<desc>Laughs</desc> And far more than that, I suspect.
You should have fought.
You should have fought to the last of you.
Better that than to submit.
Oh?
Is it not the qunari way to force others to submit?
Surely that would not be your advice to my people were they attacked by the mighty qunari.
That would be different.
The qunari would improve your people.
The humans have improved nothing.
Perhaps.
Even so, many of us did fight.
We fought and we lost.
Hmph.
Elves and their wood-shaping.
It's unnatural.
Why use wood when you've got perfectly good metal and stone?
Spoken like a true child of the stone, my friend.
Who you calling a child, old man?
You cannot deny him this.
We would never have found this place without him.
Please, let me see the temple with my own eyes!
I... suppose you're right.
I would never forgive myself if something more happened to him.
We can handle anything that comes our way.
Of this I am confident.
I know you have his welfare at heart but... you can't dash his hopes like this.
I will look after him myself.
Will that satisfy you?
Oh, thank you, my dear!
You certainly know how to warm an old man's heart.
It is my pleasure, Brother Genitivi.
Shall we get going?
He can see it when he is well and no one is out to kill him.
I'm trying to keep him alive.
Oh, very well.
If it means that much to you, Leliana.
No.
I need you to be on your toes and not babysitting.
He's going back to Denerim.
That's my decision.
He's just going to slow us down.
He's not coming and that's final.
But--
It's all right, my dear.
This is a battle we cannot win.
I think it's best that you return to Denerim, Brother.
I'm sorry.
Did you kill him?
You... fiend!
Before you do anything stupid, remember who I am.
Calm down.
It's just a piece of pottery.
By the Stone, it's Trian!
It must have been a darkspawn attack.
This doesn't look like darkspawn.
No bites, no scratches, no mutilation...
Your brother?
Be careful.
The murderers may still be around.
We need to warn my father.
Well, that's one less problem to worry about.
Bhelen outplayed me.
Do so.
Before my heart tears itself apart.
It looks like you just slew the prince and all his men.
This is fratricide.
You can't joke your way out of this.
You villain.
So you admit this was pure ambition!
Can you prove it? 
Do you have proof?
You could have got that ring anywhere.
Can these men substantiate your claim?
It's true.
There were men in the thaig, trying to steal the shield.
What do I have to do with this?!
For any other crime.
But I'm afraid we're going to need more than that.
I don't have to listen to this slander.
There are witnesses.
Ask them what happened.
My lady is innocent!
My lord is innocent!
Ser Gorim, your loyalty makes you a useless witness.
It falls to others to tell the story.
You, scout, what happened here?
Trian and his men were here early.
It seems they'd done battle with the darkspawn.
Lady Aeducan came up to them, all friendly-like, but when we got close, she ordered us to attack!
Lord Aeducan came up to them, all friendly-like, but when we got close, he ordered us to attack!
Then we shall discover the truth.
It is a valid question.
The man is low-born and could easily be bought.
Stop her!
Take her weapons!
Stop him!
Take his weapons!
I think we've seen enough.
No.
If the scout were lying, I might have done much the same.
I will not drag my daughter back to Orzammar in chains without hearing from Frandlin Ivo.
I will not drag my son back to Orzammar in chains without hearing from Frandlin Ivo.
Frandlin Ivo, you are a good and noble man.
Did the scout speak the truth?
He... he did, my lord.
It was... terrible.
Prince Trian didn't stand a chance.
Afterward, my lady stripped his signet ring.
Afterward, my lord stripped his signet ring.
You treacherous bastard!
Silence, Gorim. 
Do you have anything else to say, my daughter?
Do you have anything else to say, my son?
I want to believe that, I really do.
The Assembly will see through you.
Everyone knows I was Trian's faithful second.
For your sake, I hope your confidence is not misplaced.
Bind her.
She will be judged before the Assembly.
Bind him.
He will be judged before the Assembly.
To Orzammar!
She killed Trian, just like he said she would!
He killed Trian!
Just as Trian said he would!
Just long enough to slay Trian!
It looks like you killed our brother, you monster!
Dead by your hand!
Hurry, Father!
Before it's too...
By all the ancestors, what has happened here?
It seems we weren't fast enough.
Bhelen was right.
Father, I can explain!
Trian tried to kill me.
It was terrible.
Why?
What does it look like?
If it looks like I'm the new heir, then you're close.
I'll make a better ruler than Trian.
Everyone knows that.
It was self defense.
Trian was plotting against me.
What could I do?
I have Trian's ring, taken from men who tried to kill me.
Bhelen can tell you.
Gorim and the scouts can tell you what happened.
You have my word, isn't that enough?
It was all Bhelen's idea.
That's a lie!
You will let this man question my honor?
You traitor! <act>Attack scout</act>
How can you not see that this is a setup?
I'm sorry, Father.
It's Bhelen.
He's behind all of this.
The Assembly loves me, they'll see my innocence.
It's not, I assure you.
We just got here a moment ago.
Why, what does it look like?
Trian's dead, if that's what you mean.
Careful.
These werewolves might have laid a trap for us, or something.
You never know.
Oh, the poor woman!
She's in such pain!
There is death in her eyes.
It will not be long, now.
Duncan's Fire
I lost most of my equipment to the werewolves, but I was hoping you found a small bone figurine near my body.
It is of great personal value.
I thought to make a necklace out of it for my bride, but I want you to have it.
I know it is of worth.
A Grey Warden?
Here?
But...
I ask the questions here.
Who are you?
Who you are?
I remember who you are.
You take what you want, and leave no prisoners...
I cannot stand up to you, but I will never forgive you for this.
She may not have the courage to stand up to you, but I do.
You will not get away with what you've done.
I thought you were a person I was proud to stand beside.
I was wrong and I will not let you get away with this.
I'm sorry; it had to be done.
This most grievous of sins cannot go unpunished.
Andraste must be avenged.
Nor I.
Just a--how dare you?
I will not let you simply walk away from what you've done!
You did it because you care for no one but yourself.
It ends here!
I am with you on this, Leliana.
You will have to deal with the both of us.
I did not let myself believe you would go this far.
I was a fool.
You will not walk away from this!
What are you doing?
We have to help him, not kill him!
Is this really necessary?
Have you not achieved your monthly strangulation quota, or what?
W-wait!
You can't just... he's helpless!
Remind me of this next time you are hurt and require healing, won't you?
It will not hurt to listen to what he has to say.
I, for one, do not look forward to fighting my way through more of these... people.
Can we not spare the time to hear good Father Kolgrim out?
No warrior should be left to the scavengers.
They are gonna bury him, aren't they?
Good.
At least they don't burn folks like the sodding humans do.
That's just creepy.
I'm glad we were able to help him.
Thank the Maker we returned to the Dalish in time; He must have watched over this man.
Or perhaps his own gods were watching out for him.
And perhaps they just know the Maker by another name.
Believe what you wish.
It seems to me that they should be thanking the Grey Warden more than some absent god, but who am I to judge?
Heh.
It's a poet tree.
A poetry.
Don't you get it? <desc>Laughs</desc>
It... rhymes? 'Tis a rhyming tree.
One can only imagine what manner of spirit is involved here.
The world is... certainly full of marvelous, unexpected creations.
Each day we see something that we never thought possible.
You could take a bath.
Just a thought.
He does not actually teleport.
He uses illusions.
Impressive ones, even.
When his mind was intact, I suspect this mage was powerful.
He uses illusions to disappear.
No doubt it is how he survives in this forest.
Who is he?
An apostate, perhaps?
Hah!
You hear that?!
I intend to keep it there!
So no more of your shenanigans!
Be cautious.
This is no ordinary madman.
He has magic...
I can sense it.
Powerful magic.
No fair bringing mages to a guessing game!
Will you play by the rules or not?
Be careful, Grey Warden.
This is no ordinary man.
He is a mage... driven mad, perhaps, but still powerful.
Come now!
Will you play by the rules or not?
Hmm.
No offense, but might I try?
I've got a quick hand, after all.
Ha!
Let's see... when was the last time I slipped my hand into some dark hole?
Hmmm...
I remember.
Long story, that.
And there we go!
It was definitely trapped, but I am too awesome by far.
Here's what was inside.
Go ahead.
Show off.
No, I can handle it.
<desc>Angry barking</desc>
And a hound amongst them.
As if we haven't had enough problems with such creatures. <desc>Scoffs</desc>
I too would like to hear what he has to say.
We may find that there really is no need for all this slicing and dicing.
Bizarre, I know, but hey, there it is.
I thought you liked slicing and dicing.
Eh.
Only when it is polite and appropriate.
Or for a great deal of coin.
What would it hurt?
Let him talk.
Come, be reasonable.
Surely there is some deal this fool is willing to accept.
But I enjoy the slicing and dicing of religious freaks!
I'm not dealing with these people, and that's that.
You know they'll murder us as soon we let down our guard.
Better safe than sorry, I presume?
I suppose such truisms cannot be argued with.
They would be fools to do so after what you've done to them.
They stand to gain nothing by attacking us.
Good point.
He does look rather... shifty, doesn't he?
Shifty?
How dare you?
<desc>Laughs</desc> I'd like to shake the hand of anyone who would try to murder you after seeing you wade through the rest of them.
Fine.
I will listen, but he had better make it quick.
You're right.
They should fear us, and not us them.
No, Morrigan.
I will do nothing for this man.
They wouldn't dare.
What do you have to lose?
Forget it, Zevran.
I already said no.
No.
I will not make deals with these people.
I suppose we could try to get along.
No.
I refuse to listen to anything he has to say.
You will pay for that insult!
To arms, my brethren!
Andraste will grant us victory!
And what?
Encourage the worship of a large lizard?
So if we do what this Kolgrim asks, does this mean we aren't hunting their pet dragon?
I don't know if I like the idea of us helping this Kolgrim.
You're going to let this opportunity slip past you?
Think of the glory--
You would hunt our Lady for sport?
Oh, you'll find another one soon enough.
What if we leave you a wing?
You--
You... will pay for this insult!
Shut up, Oghren.
Oghren is right.
Your Andraste would make a worthy trophy.
<act>Stay silent.</act>
Ruck's Cave
Your companion's words were enough to earn him his death.
Our archers will loose their arrows if I give the word.
But do as I ask and I will spare his life.
Kill them!
Kill them all!
I think I'll take my chances with the arrows.
All right.
I will do as you wish.
You're making a mistake; that's all I'm saying.
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Not enough.
Why would anyone be content with stupidity?
You will not help us?
Your wisdom is overwhelming.
I have considered.
You'll only be satisfied when I do what you want.
If I am wrong, so be it.
I'm helping Kolgrim, whether you like it or not.
Very well.
I will respect your opinions.
You're just going to have to get used to it.
Perhaps you're right that this is a bad idea.
You seem to forget that I'm the one who makes the decisions.
Their religion is about as valid as the way of the Qun.
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Ha!
That's what I like to hear.
Consider your actions carefully.
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I think we should talk for a moment.
We're working together, I think I should get to know you.
Let's just get a few things straight.
There are darkspawn to be fought.
Is this delay needful?
I need to know if I can trust you at my back.
Are you all right?
You were in that cage for weeks.
What's your hurry?
I am qunari.
I have given my word to aid you.
We are not people of idle promises.
You are concerned?
No need.
I am fit enough to fight.
What a strange language you speak.
You say, "hurry" where I would say, "duty."
I've never seen a qunari before.
Tell me about your people.
No?
Why not?
Please?
I wasn't expecting that.
You said you were in the army.
Why did you offer to help me?
People are not simple.
They cannot be summarized for easy reference in the manner of: "The elves are a lithe, pointy-eared people who excel at poverty."
Get used to disappointment.
Have you ever fought in a war?
What made you decide to become a soldier?
Why would the qunari send soldiers here?
I have always fought in war, dwarf.
I have always fought in war, elf.
I have always fought in war, human.
So you must know your way around a battlefield, then.
My people have been at war since the moment we set foot in the northern islands.
We do now.
It is not the native humans we fight.
Words fail when your opponent's native language is deceit.
So the qunari don't come from the islands?
Naturally, the natives didn't want to give up their land.
Have you tried diplomacy?
Where did you come from before?
Who, then?
Decide?
I am a Sten of the Beresaad.
I did not choose to be who I am any more than you did. 
The enemy is everywhere.
The jungle itself.
Vipers, hunting cats, even some of the flowers can kill the unwary.
And always there is the Imperium.
And the Tal-Vashoth.
Who are you fighting?
Why are you fighting the Imperium?
The antaam are the eyes, hands, and mouth of the qunari.
We are how my people know the world.
What are Tal-Vashoth?
I do not see how this matters.
Seheron and Par Vollen are distant.
Ferelden and the darkspawn are immediate.
Because they fight us, of course.
The Tevinter want nothing more than our absence.
They tell us this with magic and steel and death.
True.
Lets go.
For the moment, you are the enemy of my enemy.
Somewhere else.
Can you be more specific?
Are you always this bad about answering questions?
Generally.
I was born in Seheron.
Of the land we came from, I know nothing.
Not even its name.
Some of them.
They aren't all alike.
The darkspawn are your enemy?
"For the moment?"
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No, it is yours.
And you are chatting with me instead.
It's not your duty to handle the Blight, though.
Compared to what?
Doesn't that make your view of things a little skewed?
You didn't really answer my question.
What does anyone truly know of the world?
The world changes.
We change.
The antaam observe what we can, just as you do.
Well... good question.
You might learn more about people if you weren't hostile.
Did you fight in the Proving for Harrowmont?
Did you win the Proving?
Yes
Did you get Baizyl to re-join the Proving?
Did you get Gwiddon to re-join the Proving?
Top Floor
You only learn about people you conquer?
There is no point to this.
We are keeping the darkspawn waiting.
Are you always this stubborn?
They have no more allies than a hurricane or an earthquake.
They are enemies to all.
I am qunari.
As long as you do not make yourself my enemy, I will aid you.
I can promise nothing else.
We should get moving.
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So... you're female, Leliana, right?
I am?
That's news.
When did that happen?
I just wanted some advice.
What should I do if... if I think a woman is special and--
You want to woo her?
Here's a good tip: you shouldn't question her about her female-ness.
All right, yes.
Good point.
Why do you ask?
Are you afraid things will not proceed naturally?
Why would they?
Especially when I do things like ask women if they're female.
It adds to your charm, Alistair.
You are a little awkward.
It is endearing.
So I should be awkward?
Didn't you just say <emp>not</emp> to do things like that?
Just be yourself.
You do know how to do that, don't you?
There are many great tales of lost kings who return to their lands to reign in glory... 
I am not lost.
Nor, for that matter, a king.
And there is nothing glorious about me.
You are Maric's son; you are the rightful king of Ferelden.
I am the son of a star-struck maid and an indiscreet man who just <emp>happened</emp> to be king.
Look, I can't be king.
Some days I have trouble figuring out which boot goes on which foot.
Complete fools are made leaders of kingdoms all the time, and you're not a complete fool.
And don't worry about the boots.
Kings don't need to dress themselves.
That's what advisors are for, isn't it?
What was that... soup you made for supper last night?
Ooh, that?
That's a traditional Fereldan lamb and pea stew.
Did you like it?
Oh, so... it was lamb then?
It had a certain... texture I don't normally associate with lamb.
They didn't make lamb and pea stew for you in Lothering?
We ate simply there.
Whole grains, made into biscuits or bread, and vegetables from the garden, cooked lightly.
No heavy stews.
Ah, so the last lamb you had was probably cooked Orlesian style.
Food shouldn't be frilly and pretentious like that.
Now here in Ferelden, we do things right.
We take our ingredients, throw them in the largest pot we can find, and cook them for as long as possible until everything is a uniform grey color.
As soon as it looks completely bland and unappetizing, that's when I know it's done.
I will never get over how quietly you are able to move.
It took me years and years to learn and even then I am not the best at it.
So you didn't sneak around when spying?
We all had different ways of doing things.
Some preferred not to be seen at all, to cloak themselves in shadow and darkness.
I realized that it is not such a bad thing to be seen, as long as you do not stand out and are quickly forgotten.
I specialized in blending in, not drawing attention and looking like I had every right to be there.
It is invisibility, but of another kind.
Ah, yes, but I heard you often seduced your targets.
They'd remember you.
Not if they died...
Dying while in the company of a lovely seductress... tell me that isn't a good death.
I don't know if I should take you seriously... but you scare me sometimes.
You are such a handsome dog.
I think that every time I look at you.
Lady Cecilie--I lived with her after my mother died--had a dog.
A small one, bred to fit under the arm and in the lap.
What did she name it... oh, yes.
Bon-Bon.
Oh, Bon-Bon was a terror.
He would hide, you know, when he saw you coming...
And then he would attack your ankles.
Razor-sharp teeth in the ankles... very painful.
He attacked me once.
Latched onto my leg.
I thought it was a diseased rat and kicked.
Bon-Bon flew across the room and over the banister.
He survived, but he never came near me after that.
So he has chosen you.
You think this is a triumph?
Look at him... look at him and know that you will never truly have him.
Jealousy, Morrigan.
Tsk, tsk... it is not becoming--
You mock me, but when he is in your arms, in your bed, telling you he loves you, know that there will be moments when he is thinking of <emp>me</emp>.
Andraste forgive me, but you, Morrigan, are a bitch.
A cruel, cruel bitch, and you will get your comeuppance.
Perhaps.
But even so, you know in you heart that I am right.
The way you look at him so intently, so hungrily... one would think you have never seen a man before.
Where I look is not your concern.
True enough.
There is no way I can deny you this... but why would he choose you, when he could have me?
You're confident, for a woman raised in a swamp, far from anything remotely resembling civilization.
And maybe that is my appeal?
A woman like you, why, he could find in any city in Thedas.
You think you are cultured?
Worldly?
Powdered, perfumed, you ooze elegance, but what man wants a woman who lies limp beneath him, frozen in place by the thought that she might ruin her hair?
So you're saying you're wild and uninhibited?
I suppose he must like your shrieking, you sound like a genlock being murdered--a sweet, sweet sound to a Grey Warden.
You should try a little harder next time he takes you.
I don't think they heard you in <emp>the Anderfels</emp>.
Get away from me, or I shall have to take drastic measures.
Resorting to violence.
And here I thought you were civilized.
It is almost as though you wish he would feel your gaze upon him, and notice you.
And maybe he does notice you, but what does he see?
A girl, skinny like a boy, with wild, ragged hair.
What is your point, Morrigan?
That I am not attractive?
I do not need to make disparaging remarks about other women to make myself feel better.
I know who I am.
You say that I am the one who tries to be noticed, when it is you.
He has ignored your advances, hasn't he?
Perhaps it's time you stop projecting your own troubles on someone else.
They say your mother is Flemeth, a witch of the Korcari Wilds.
They also say that washing your feet in winter makes you catch cold in the head, but we all know that is not true.
But sometimes they are right and they are right in this.
You know the stories about--
Of course.
You think my mother would let me go without telling me all the stories of her youth?
My mother told me stories too.
She was the one who kindled my love of the old tales and legends.
Hmph.
My mother's stories curdled my blood and haunted my dreams.
No little girl wants to hear about the Wilder men her mother took to her bed, using them till they were spent, then killing them. 
No little girl wants to be told that this is also expected of her, once she comes of age.
I... uh...
I see.
No, you don't.
You really don't.
You are very beautiful, Morrigan.
Tell me something I do not know.
But you are always dressed in such rags.
It suits you, I suppose... a little tear here, a little rip there to show some skin.
I understand...
You understand I lived in a forest, I hope.
Maybe we could get you in a nice dress one day.
Silk... no, maybe velvet.
Velvet is heavier, better to guard against the cold in Ferelden.
Dark red velvet, yes... with gold embroidery...
It should be cut low in the front, of course.
We don't want to hide your features.
Stop looking at my breasts like that. 'Tis most disturbing.
You don't think so?
And if it's cut low in the front, we must put your hair up, show off that lovely neck...
You are insane.
I would sooner let Alistair dress me.
It'll be fun, I promise!
We'll get some shoes too! <desc>Gasps</desc> Shoes!
We could go shopping together.
Do you have any tales of the Wilds?
None of the sort you like.
No princesses in tall towers or knights throwing themselves at whole armies.
That's not all I like!
Do you want tales of the Chasind Wilders who dwell in the marsh?
Do you want to hear of the slow deaths they inflict on their enemies?
Perhaps a tale of the poisonous creatures of the Wilds that lay their eggs on your skin so their young may eat you alive when hatched?
Or a tale of my mother's marsh cuisine?
That, in my opinion, is the most terrifying of all my tales.
Uh... no.
I don't want to hear about those things...
Then I have no tales for you.
Ach!
Leliana, get this stupid beast out of here.
I am sorry, Oghren, was he disturbing you?
No, but if he isn't careful I'm going to start thinking about how delicious he looks.
A little taste of home, eh?
Um, I will make sure Schmooples is never underfoot again.
Schmooples?
You named a nug Schmooples?
The last thing we need around here is a walking snack named Schmooples!
Is something the matter?
Are you... are you thinking about Branka?
Branka--?
You loved her, didn't you?
I've seen you, some nights, staring off into the distance with such sadness in your eyes.
You wonder if you did something that drove her away; you wonder if she would have stayed if you had done things differently.
She must have loved you, somewhere inside...
That sodding great dew-licker had a heart clad in iron.
She had only one love--the Anvil.
And later, the Anvil.
Only sighed because I was gassy, and finally let off a good one. <desc>Inhales</desc> Should be hitting you right about now. <desc>Laughs</desc> Silent killer, eh?
How do you stand it?
All that open air?
Sometimes I look into that big black emptiness and it's like it's swallowing me up.
I like it.
I like to imagine the sky goes on forever... boundless fields of stars, whirling and swirling eternally in their slow dance...
Not... helping.
I don't like looking up and seeing a great infinite <emp>nothing</emp>.
You know, in the old days, people said that the sky was an immense vaulted ceiling, crafted by the Maker Himself to protect the world.
But the ceiling-sky covered the world in shadow, and so He set in it the sun and moon, to light up the world below.
And then He made the stars, and laid them down in curious patterns, that man would look upon them and wonder what they represented.
So the sky is just the inside of a great sodding cave.
That's what they believed.
And it gave them comfort.
Hmph.
Then why the bleeding mud did your Maker build it so high up?
Do you miss the life you once had, Shale?
These centuries of memories you have lost?
Does it miss being within its mother's womb?
Do I...?
Well, no.
I don't remember that far back.
It is no different.
My memory stretches only so far, and what went before is now lost.
And you remember nothing at all?
Not even a little bit?
There are... images.
Faces who I have no names for.
Places I remember being but not where they are.
Do I miss these things?
They are without context.
I feel only disquiet when I think of them.
Like dreams, then.
When you awake all the details have fled.
Is that what it is to dream?
Then yes.
Perhaps it is like that.
How very sad.
To discover your entire life has been a forgotten dream.
I am so sorry.
Why does the bard stare at me so?
I was thinking of writing a song about you. "The Statue with the Heart of Gold"... or something like that.
It thinks my heart is made of gold?
It is stone, as anything else.
Cold stone.
I meant that you had... a good heart.
It seems to me that you do.
And they call this having a "heart of gold?" Why?
Uh... because gold is precious and shiny and... a good heart is just as valuable?
Shiny.
In a manner of speaking.
My heart does not qualify as shiny.
I kill.
Frequently, and not without pleasure.
You have had a difficult life.
Deep down, at the center of your being, you are a good person.
I believe that.
Even though I have never demonstrated this aspect?
How peculiar.
You aren't all stone, Shale.
There is a person inside of you.
If so, it is because I ate him.
You were in the Chantry.
You are a priest?
You sing a great deal.
Yes, I do.
Music lifts my spirit.
Would you like me to stop?
So you are a Fereldan girl, who decided to live in Orlais.
I did not <emp>decide</emp> to live in Orlais.
My mother took me there with her.
I know how you feel about the Orlesians, but I am not one of them.
You may as well be.
You grew up there.
Your views and values are theirs.
I have heard you speaking with the others.
You find Ferelden unsophisticated, barely civilized.
No, this is not true.
You're painted to look like you're a Fereldan, but scratch the surface and find nothing but Orlais underneath.
Wynne's Regret
You remind me of Lady Cecilie.
She was an Orlesian lady.
My mother served her until she died and Lady Cecilie let me stay, instead of turning me out on the street.
You are like her in some ways.
You have the same poise, the same air of nobility.
Oh, child, I am hardly noble.
I learned that nobility isn't just something you are born with.
I have met nobles who were petty and mean--complete degenerates.
Then there are people with a certain dignity and grace.
It draws you to them, no matter who you are, or who they are.
I think the lowest peasant can have the most noble spirit and it will always shine through.
It is this nobility of spirit that you share with Cecilie.
Why... thank you, Leliana.
It is very kind of you to say that.
It is sometimes so hard to believe that you have been through so much, at such a young age.
I think I look younger than I am.
Yes... yes, that is possible.
When I was your age I was just about ready to take on my first apprentice.
In hindsight, perhaps I should have waited a few more years.
I was arrogant, my confidence bolstered by my youth.
It is so hard to imagine, seeing you now.
Oh, I've had some two decades or so to grow mellow.
Believe me, back then I was quite... prickly.
So you are like a fine wine, yes?
Losing the raw edges over time?
I suppose there is some truth to that analogy but dear Maker, I do hate being compared to wine.
Or cheese.
Especially cheese.
I heard about... what happened and I...
I don't really know what to say, but I feel like I need to say something.
Sorry, perhaps?
I do not need sympathy, so do not feel obliged to give me comfort.
We all die, Leliana, and we all know it.
How is this different?
Because... because it's sooner?
Is it really?
I may die next year, or I may die tomorrow, shot through the heart by a bandit's arrow.
I do not know for sure.
The constant fear of death is enough to take the joy out of anything, especially life.
Do not worry for me, or for yourself.
Death will take us when it wills and till then, we shall live, truly live.
Jump to a location.
How long were you in that cloister, my dear woman?
Just over two years.
Why do you ask?
And... and all the brothers and sisters there, they had taken vows?
Most of them, yes.
For two years you had no contact with anyone but men and women who... who are promised to some uncaring god?
What are you getting at?
Didn't you... didn't you desire companionship, during those two years?
Two years!
The very thought makes me weak.
My time in the cloister was a time of contemplation.
I occupied myself with thoughts of the Maker, and other... worthy pursuits.
But like I said, most of the brothers and sisters had taken vows.
Not all of them.
Some were just affirmed, like me.
A-ha!
That is not so bad then.
Nothing happened, Zevran.
It would not be right to engage in that behavior in a house devoted to the Maker.
Why?
The Maker made us who we are.
He made our urges; He gave us these parts.
You think He made them for looks?
These markings of yours... they have a certain appeal.
They remind me of how we used to paint our faces in Orlais.
Ah, but these are not just paint.
Do they mean anything to you?
These symbols?
Some do... some symbols are sacred to the Crows.
I am not permitted to tell you what they mean.
Others are there to accentuate the lines of the body... it's curves and musculature.
It is hard to explain with armor and clothing on.
But I don't recall seeing many markings on your body.
Is this a problem?
Not at all.
I am merely content looking at the markings on your face, that is all.
We have many things in common, Zevran.
Other than our purity and beauty?
We both spent many years in places other than Ferelden.
You are an assassin and I, a bard.
Then you were called upon to kill.
Often.
I didn't like it, but I did it anyway.
You didn't like it?
You didn't like the thrill of the hunt?
I suppose...
I did like that.
The hunt... not the killing.
The killing just signals the end of the hunt.
Without it, the chase goes on.
You killed your marks cleanly, I hope?
Whenever possible.
Good, when the prey is caught, it deserves a good death, a clean death.
Perhaps you are right; we have much in common.
Set a plot flag.
Jump where?
Wyrmling's Lair.
Ruined Temple.
Mountain Top.
The Gauntlet.
Cultist Village.
Are You a Double Agent?
For who?
Who did you accept the second task from?
Nothing remains.
<desc>Groan</desc> Bad.
Bad idea.
Remember the last time you had to drink blood?
Only worse.
I'm just going to assume you have something amazing and tricky up your sleeve.
Famous last words.
Me?
I'll be the one pointing and laughing.
Well, maybe not <emp>laughing</emp>... but there'll definitely be pointing.
It's going to be all right.
I know what I'm doing.
Oh, a fishwife, eh?
I wish I had some sort of trout with which to knock some sense into you.
How dare you waste my time like this?
I have no use for indecisive fools.
Silence.
I'm doing it.
You're more tiresome than an old fishwife.
Well, then maybe we shouldn't.
If we succeed, Kolgrim and his fellows will be indebted to you.
That puts you in a very advantageous position.
main
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haven
I am hardly surprised.
I have a question.
Excellent.
With Kolgrim on our side, we could make it through this entire ordeal with our necks intact.
I knew I'd regret letting you go through with this.
Does it matter?
Very well.
...Very well.
Do you find Ferelden very strange?
To put it lightly.
No one has a place here.
Your farmers wish to be merchants.
The merchants dream of being nobles, and the nobles become warriors.
No one is content to be who they are.
Well, <emp>I</emp> think their devotion to our Andraste is beautiful.
We should respect them for their sacrifice.
Is there anything else you wanted to speak to me about?
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The way they go on about that... you'd think this was about sex.
<desc>Sigh</desc> How nightmarish to live in such a rural village, the only entertainment being priests who go on about the chant of this and that.
Just once I'd like to walk into one of these places and discover a lively dance, or a drinking festival.
Or an orgy.
But alas, no.
Those Howe bastards!
How dare they!
Don't the qunari ever want to change their lot in life?
Is there anything you like about Ferelden?
You sound a bit homesick.
Get yourself to safety!
Evening, my lady.
I am Leliana, and no Grey Warden at all.
I am honored to be here; I've heard so much about your people.
I am a golem.
Obviously.
I am a Sten of the Beresaad.
Not a Warden.
Zevran, here.
We have Dalish up in Antiva City, though they're much more violent I hear.
A Grey Warden?
I?
Bite your tongue, storyteller.
Hmph.
I just kill darkspawn.
Don't need any fancy heraldry for that.
You folks brew any ale?
I am Wynne, Sarel.
It is wonderful to meet you.
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What does that accomplish?
The farmer who buys a shop is never a merchant: He is always a farmer-turned-merchant.
He carries his old life with him as a turtle carries its shell.
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Maybe he was meant to be a merchant.
But that makes the turtle stronger.
Happiness is fragile.
Nothing can be built upon it that will last.
Only duty endures.
Does it?
It's also his weakness.
If he stumbles and falls over, it pins him on his back.
It is better to armor yourself with no more than what you need.
One life, one duty.
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And if that were, indeed, his purpose, why did that mysterious source of meaning not make him so to begin with?
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Select a flag to set.
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By the holy, hairy rumps of the ancestors... that's something you don't see everyday.
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There is no need to search for it.
You don't think happiness is important?
Duty can be forgotten.
I suppose that's true.
Can it?
Perhaps that's the difference between your people and mine.
We never forget.
Shall we move on?
What I wouldn't give for that beast's head on my wall.
Or even a tooth to wear around my neck.
What say we slay the dragon, aye?
Ooh.
Now we're talking.
I'm going to hold you to that.
You're just trying to shut me up.
You've no intention of helping a friend earn back his honor.
, I see how it is.
No, no... don't try to apologize.
I understand.
I promise we'll come back when we're more prepared.
We won't betray Kolgrim's trust.
I'm not going up against <emp>that</emp>.
You're right.
Let's do it!
Yeah, because trusting a blood-swilling fanatic is always a wise move...
Bah, coward.
Ha!
I knew you'd come round!
What is this?
How dare you draw your weapon in the presence of Andraste?
Protect our Lady!
Protect Her or your life is forfeit!
Fear me, dragon!
I am your death! <desc>Laughs</desc>
Destiny?
Destiny is superstitious nonsense.
Life is not a journey that ends with you arriving or not arriving at the proper destination. 
Life is what you do.
Life is the duties you fulfil.
How do you find your purpose if you don't look for it?
We spend our lives learning everything else, why not this?
Learning anything takes time and study.
How do you study life when you jump from point to point?
There is... interesting food here.
You have a thing... it doesn't have a word in the qunari tongue.
Little baked things, like bread, but sweet, and crumbly.
Yes!
We have no such things in our lands.
This should be remedied.
It is a human land like any other.
Not as hostile as some, perhaps.
Those little baked things, however.
We have none of those in my homeland.
This should be remedied.
I don't know what that means.
None of my teeth are sweet.
...Perhaps.
It's strange to be in a crowd and hear a language that is not your own.
To see faces that are and aren't like yours.
I miss the smells of Seheron.
Tea and incense and the sea.
Ferelden smells of wet dogs.
Cookies?
I'll keep that in mind.
The only thing you like about Ferelden is sweets?
I never would have thought you'd have a sweet tooth.
Could I see them, please?
All right.
You did not take all the Ashes, did you?
What happened to the rest?
They should remain, for pilgrims to honor.
Good.
Perhaps I shall journey there after we are done for some quiet contemplation.
You sound evasive.
What's wrong?
What happened up there?
What are you hiding?
What did you do on that mountain?
The Ashes of the Maker's Chosen.
I feel unworthy to look upon Her.
But what happened to the rest of the Ashes?
Really?
I find that hard to believe.
You went to Andraste's final resting place and "nothing interesting" happened?
Did you manage to bring them back?
No... why... why did you do this?
They were the remains of the Maker's Chosen, the most holy relic on Thedas... you can't have...
Aren't you a Grey Warden?
What is wrong with you?
Your actions lately have left me... baffled.
I've had to stand by while you committed despicable acts, acts that I condemn with ever fibre of my being!
Sorry?
You think a half-hearted apology is going to make it better?
No more.
This is the end.
I want nothing to do with you, so I'm leaving.
To do what?
Start being a decent person?
You think you can?
Maker forgive me for being gullible, but I like you and I would like to see a change in our situation.
I will stay, for now.
Ha!
You're a terrible liar.
Give you a chance?
How naive do you think I am?
If you had any consideration for anyone other than yourself, you wouldn't have done the things you did.
I weep for Ferelden; if all it has standing between it and the Blight is you, then we are all doomed.
Oh, really?
Watch me.
And you are evil and... and morally degenerate, so I'm happy that I'm just flighty and unreliable.
Morale?
What about my morale?
I am ashamed to be seen in your company.
So... nothing has changed since we last spoke, hmm?
Well?
You told me to give you a chance.
I agreed.
I stayed, thinking things would be different.
But they aren't, are they?
I should never have believed you.
What a fool I was.
I'm sorry but...
I can't stay here any longer.
I...
I wish I had never met you.
Not as far as I can tell.
What you've done, what you're doing... this is you.
There is no changing this.
They are in safe-keeping.
I'd rather not.
They are very precious.
The Ashes remain safe in the temple.
Nothing.
It doesn't concern you.
I destroyed the Ashes in exchange for knowledge.
I don't have much, but here.
Nothing interesting.
I've destroyed the Ashes.
I had my reasons, and I'm sorry I've upset you.
I'm not a bad person.
Please give me a chance.
Go ahead.
See if I care.
You can't just leave.
Flighty and unreliable, that's what you are.
So?
What are you going to do about it?
Your bellyaching is affecting morale here.
I am leader here.
Do not forget it.
What are you talking about?
Well, I tried my best.
Lots of things have changed.
Dogs don't smell that bad.
You left out rotting garbage.
Select a funciton:
Clear a plot flag.
Mage Tower level 1.
Mage Tower level 2.
Mage Tower level 3.
Mage Tower level 4.
Mage Tower harrowing chamber.
Mage Tower Basement.
The Fade.
Skunks don't mind the smell of other skunks, either.
True.
I was trying to forget that part.
Are you going to cry now?
I didn't bring a handkerchief.
In any case, I did not come to console weepy Grey Wardens.
Heh.
You're not the first person to have said that, believe me.
I was once just as angry at everything as you were.
Well, I was.
Dreadfully morose. <emp>Surly</emp>.
Anyway, where was I?
Ah yes, the chapel..
All this sappy nonsense is going to make me throw up.
Ah, can't get enough of that religious claptrap.
It's hard to imagine you as a moody youth.
Perhaps you should put your cleverness to better use and find a way to help Connor.
Just what we needed.
Trite metaphors.
Select a plot.
Tranquillity.
Do you want something?
I suppose I have a moment.
Did you want something?
Make it quick.
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Why do you hate Orlais so much?
How well did you know King Maric?
What would you have done, if you'd won?
What was Anora like as a child? 
Were you really going to kill Anora?
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He had always been a friend of us Couslands.
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<desc>The fire pit smokes and possesses embers enough to build into a small flame.
There are no signs of any inhabitants.</desc>
Humor an old lady, will you?
What is it with you and these loaded questions?
I...
I thought--I hoped you would care enough to... never mind.
It doesn't matter now.
Don't you understand?
I'm done with the Circle.
Hate doesn't describe it.
That's not right.
Someone should do something.
A hungry spirit luring those who pass to their rest... and their doom.
One might wonder how it learned this trick.
No matter.
It shall prey on no one else.
How long has that spirit lingered there?
And how many has it preyed upon?
I shudder to think of it.
This was a demon that fed once on travelers, and remained to trap more as they passed.
Like a spider in its web.
Creepy.
How awful.
All those people, lured by a demon of sloth.
It is good thing we escaped its clutches!
I suppose that depends on how much of the kingdom was left by then.
So far as anyone could tell, she was the undisputed monarch of the whole world.
<desc>The Presence remembers the humans.
This was a time even after the humans had come.
It was they who had built this place, long before.</desc>
<desc>Perhaps the war was with other humans.
Perhaps it was with something else, something that killed both the humans and elves that were here.
It is not clear.</desc>
Was this a war with the humans?
I've seen painted, masked lords beat an old farmer to death with riding crops.
To this day, I don't know why.
Is that hate?
Flemeth's Hut
Anora always did have a flair for the dramatic.
She could have been a bard.
--Archdemon Cutscene--
--Broodmother Cutscene--
--Approaching the Anvil Cutscene--
--Branka Dies Cutscene--
--Caridin Dies Cutscene--
--Caridin Crown Cutscene--
--Branka Crown Cutscene--
--King is Crowned Cutscene--
Deep Roads
I saw good, sensible men fight armored chevaliers with nothing--no weapons, no armies, not even hope of success--to see the occupation end.
Is that hate?
The translation of this plaque reads, "Our past is wrought with lost roads, mines, thaigs, and homes, consumed by the horrors of an endless war."
The words on this statue are too damaged to read.
The translation of this plaque reads, "The darkest path is filled with sorrows, yet I will stand the test."
On the side of the statue, someone has scraped the words, "Harrowmont is a dust-lover."
The translation of this plaque reads, "Sing praises to the Stone.
May her arms be ever open to us."
"The translation of this plaque reads, "Those who return to Orzammar's embrace, be sheltered."
It looks like the words on this plaque have been changed several times.
The translation reads, "Paragon Elahen died to lay these stones."
The words on this statue are too damaged to read.
From what you can make out, it seems this was a memorial to a child Paragon.
Where in Caridin's Cross?
Where in Ortan Thaig?
Where in Dead Trenches?
Enter
Main Area
Ruck's Camp
Broodmother
In my experience, religious people are inveterate liars.
<emp>I</emp> don't even know that.
That's... quite impressive.
And just a little disturbing.
Thank you, great lady.
But am I right in guessing you haven't left Orzammar yet?
Why do I get the feeling charting routes to the Circle Tower is one of her favorite hobbies?
Child, you need a new pastime.
Says the Warrior Caste's biggest disgrace, who spends every hour soaking his beard in cheap ale.
Ha!
But you haven't even been to the Tower yet, have you?
To the mirror room.
Do you think Alistair will make a good king?
Do you think Anora will make a good queen?
It sounds like hate to me.
All of that was in the past.
Take heart, good widow Filda.
We'll do our best.
Hmph.
Don't get your hopes up.
We could search the Deep Roads for decades with no sight of the boy.
<emp>Seek out Marjolaine</emp>
Leliana believes the assassins you encountered were sent by Marjolaine, her former mentor.
You were given directions to a house on the western side of Denerim's Market District, and Leliana wishes to stop by it if you're ever in the city.
Perhaps she will find some answers there.
Second Door
Jump directly to Paragon of her Kind
Jump to a light-content plot
North Road
Never mind
<emp>Brave the traps and make your way to the Anvil</emp>
Branka has tricked you and locked you in a room full of traps.
It seems that Branka was unable to find a way past these traps, and wants you to do so for her.
You cannot escape and you cannot go back.
You must press forward, towards the Anvil of the Void.
Entrance Level
Why lie to her?
You condemn her to years of waiting--
What is he talking about?
Did you find my Ruck?
No, you found him, didn't you?
He's out there, alive.
I know it.
Yes.
Your son is in the Deep Roads.
No.
Sten's talking rubbish.
<emp>Speak to Caridin</emp>
Branka has died, lost to her obsession with the Anvil of the Void.
Caridin remains, however, and you should speak to him.
You won't believe me when I tell you this, but it doesn't matter.
I never fought because I hated Orlais.
This was for Maric and Ferelden.
Maybe it isn't hate, but it isn't right either.
Who did you crown king?
A lowlander?
What are you doing here?
Strangers are nothing but trouble.
Leave me be, stranger.
I...
I should really be in the chantry.
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Weylon
<emp>Speak to Branka</emp>
Caridin, the creator of the Anvil of the Void, has been destroyed.
Speak with Branka; she should be quite elated at having the Anvil all to herself at last.
She is a very beautiful girl.
I can see why you would want to be with her.
I wanted to apologize for the things I may have said.
I know I was a little harsh, and I had no right to be.
You are a dear friend and I want you to be happy.
And... whatever you choose, know that I will stand by you.
Can we... can we talk?
About you and Zevran?
I was a little emotional when we last spoke about it.
You know, I think I'm glad that Alistair and you have found each other.
He is a good man.
It is not just her beauty that I like.
We don't choose who we love.
No hard feelings then?
Of course we can talk.
Yes, he is.
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Paedan
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North Exit to East Forest
Sergeant Kylon
Jump directly to the Prelude (Ostagar - Night)
Marjolaine mistakenly believed that Leliana's reason for emerging from the cloister was to exact revenge on her.
She made the first move, sending men to kill Leliana.
Marjolaine could not be allowed to hound Leliana, so you killed her.
He was my friend.
If he'd wanted to conquer the Fade, I would have led the charge.
How did you meet Maric?
What made Maric such a great king?
Why didn't he acknowledge Alistair?
So, this is it... this is the end.
We've come so far.
It's strange knowing that all our fates will be decided in a matter of hours.
We stand on the precipice, before the greatest battle of our age...
I wonder if the heroes of old ever felt like this.
I am not afraid.
We go to fight for a good cause and there is nowhere else I would rather be.
You are my dearest friend and my love; you lit my path through darkness and I will stand with you, to whatever end.
This day, we will forge a legend of our own.
You are a dear, dear friend, and I will stand with you, to whatever end.
But I will be apart from you and in danger of... losing you.
If I could watch over you I would feel... more secure...
But whatever happens I...
I will always treasure the time we shared.
No darkspawn, no archdemon, will ever take that from me.
You are my Grey Warden, and our savior.
Win this war for us, my love, and... come home.
I respect your decision to keep me here, even though I would have gladly stood by your side, even to the death.
You have been a true friend and I...
I will be extremely cross with you if you... don't return.
Be careful out there.
I will see you soon.
That is true.
I will do whatever I can to help here.
Be safe, friend, and may the Maker smile fortune on you.
I know.
I respect your decision to keep me safe and I thank you.
I just wish I could be there, to watch over you, if nothing else.
I am not part of this world?
Only Grey Wardens are allowed to fight for their survival?
Ah, this is no time for such arguments.
I have faith in you and I hope... no, I know, that you will deliver us from this Blight.
Probably.
Just don't fail me.
You don't have to come if you don't want to.
Are you afraid?
It is less dangerous here.
It's for the best.
This isn't really your fight.
Who did you complete the Second Task for?
Bhelen
Bhelen ()
Harrowmont ()
- for plot walkthroughs use the other character.
(September Release) Take me to Korcari Wilds.
(September Release) Take me to the King's Camp (Ostagar).
I was hunting--well, poaching, to be entirely honest--when a boy my own age came stumbling out of the woods.
Straight to the Lady.
Korcari Wilds
Did Branka Sacrifice herself?
Branka
Who did you side with at the anvil?
Caridin
He was so dirty, you'd have thought he'd been dug up out of the ground.
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Taliesen
Marjolaine mistakenly believed that Leliana's reason for emerging from the cloister was to exact revenge on her, and made the first move, sending men to kill her.
Leliana told Marjolaine to leave and to never come back, but Marjolaine does not seem to be finished.
In the camp with the werewolves.
To Zathrian at the top level.
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I didn't say that.
Anora is a politician at heart.
There's one thing she knows: it's how to move people.
Why would she invent such a story?
I knew I shouldn't have trusted her.
You didn't answer my question.
To the forest.
To the ruins.
Before the Lady.
After the Lady.
This is Dagna's dream.
If it makes her happy--
Why the fuss?
I am sure the Circle Tower is full of parental figures just waiting to tell her what is best.
Howe suggested the possibility; I rejected it, of course.
Undoubtedly, that discussion was the inspiration for her story.
To the first meeting with Vaughan.
To the wedding.
And from there?
Before the wedding.
After the wedding.
To after the kidnapping.
To Vaughan.
Back to the city.
How did you end it?
Made deal with Vaughan.
Killed Vaughan.
So I broke into the royal palace for nothing?
The past is always with us.
It's in our bones and our blood and we wear it on our skin.
You can think otherwise, but you'll never get far without it.
Nothing about war is right.
It's a force of nature like rain or wind or faith: It simply exists, and we deal with its consequences.
To Soris.
Maric is dead.
You started a civil war for Ferelden?
You fought Orlais, even when they weren't the enemy.
Your Home
Arl of Denerim Estate
What does that matter?
To Duncan.
I didn't want to start a war.
I wanted to stop one.
I made... a tactical error.
I failed.
So I suppose my intentions don't amount to much.
He was my king.
More importantly, he was my friend.
Death doesn't end that.
Servant's Entrance
In any case, there's no use discussing this.
We have much work left to do.
You should let it go.
Should I?
How do you give up what's grown into you?
That doesn't justify what you did.
No, it doesn't.
I failed.
Lives were in my hands, and I failed.
Nothing excuses that.
It's odd to hear you say that.
I can still see the accusations you haven't voiced hovering around you like a swarm of hornets.
For what it's worth, though, thank you.
It's not natural, and it doesn't have to exist.
That's your excuse?
It's just something that happens?
You fought for the right reasons then, why not now?
It's a fine idea, peace.
But it isn't part of who we are.
Do you think the Maker abandoned us on a whim?
No, He left us because we deserved it.
Why did we fight Orlais, do you know?
We fought them because they came here.
Plain and simple.
And why did they attack us?
Because we were here.
Tell me again that war is something we bring upon ourselves.
No, no, don't be silly.
This... this is a good thing.
No, you wouldn't.
I could step back if you desired.
So... details!
How did this all start!
Where is it going?
Let me live vicariously through you, yes?
Yes.
You were.
I'm glad to hear that.
Am I so transparent?
But this is your life and I have no right to judge.
You don't have to say that to make me happy.
That's an understatement.
Oh, I can see that.
No, well, not anymore anyway.
Don't you get ideas.
He's mine.
I hope you're not upset.
My reasons weren't wrong.
I wanted to defend my home.
I made... tactical errors, however.
Ancient Obelisk
There are men who inspire such devotion that everyone around would lay down their lives for him.
And there are men who come and go from this world, and no one notes it.
What makes them so?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Maric was remarkable; that's all I can say of him.
He nearly did.
Maric was never one to avoid his duty, and given his preference he would have acknowledged his son no matter the circumstance.
But he had more than his honor to think of.
No.
Survival was my only concern at the time.
It would have ruined Rowan, after all.
She'd be reduced to a concubine in the eyes of our neighbors, and put Cailan's status as heir in question.
So Maric made the hard choice.
Eamon offered to raise the boy, and that was that.
She's dead, it doesn't matter.
Andraste fought for everyone.
She belongs to us all.
But Cailan took a peasant's daughter as queen.
I suppose you could look at that way, but she still deserves our respect.
But there is little time to debate this.
Let us move on.
Yes, of course, but it still is... something to be in awe of.
Never mind.
Forget I said anything.
So it was all politics?
That's it?
Honor and politics, and no concern for Alistair?
Mountain Pass Debugger
Oh, why am I being such a baby about this?
I must be a sight, spilling my guts.
I know.
And I think he is better for me.
This is a difficult position you're putting me in.
I was teyrn by then, and a general.
You can buy respect through birth or by bloodshed, I've found.
Do I have to spell it out?
It's over.
Tsk, tsk, Leliana.
Watch your jealousy, or you'll give yourself wrinkles.
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Aneirin
Anora's only real loyalty is to herself.
She's capable and determined, but she'll sacrifice anything for her own goals.
Remember that.
You should have known that when she made her appearance at the Landsmeet.
This is hardly news.
It's a foolish question.
I'm sure you think me capable of every sort of evil, but Anora is my only child.
She'd fall, skin her knees, and command them to stop stinging.
It may have worked, too.
She sounds like a terror.
So I should expect to be bossed around?
Ah, Wynne... care to partake of Oghren's fine homebrew?
It's the drink of the gods.
Mm, ale, is it?
And I hope it's brewed hygienically?
Of course!
I may not know clean from a beggar's ass when it comes to most things, but I don't mess around with my ale.
Very well, let's have a taste.
Well?
Well?
What do you think?
Very nice.
You like it?
Well, I never....
Attractive amber color.
Nutty flavor, slightly sweet, just a hint of toastiness.
There's some spice to it...
I'm finding hard to place...
Yes?
Yes?
Is it... cloves?
Cloves!
By the Stone, you're a lady after my own heart.
If I weren't buckled into this armor, I'd take you round the corner and... well, you know. 
Give me more ale?
So, Wynne... how do you know so bleeding much about ale?
Have some tawdry tale of misspent youth to tell?
Nothing quite so interesting, my friend.
The Tranquil mages of the Circle just happen to be alchemical miracle-workers, and they brew more than just potions.
There was always a pitcher or two of fine ale at our supper table.
Well, bless my britches...
Maybe when all this is done I'll chat up one or two of them quiet mages.
Uh, Tranquil.
Tranquil, quiet, insipid... same difference.
Here, I bought you a towel, a bar of soap and a razor while we were at the market.
Aye?
What is this for?
You wash with it.
I know what soap is, woman!
What is this flimsy slip of metal?
It's a razor.
You shave with it.
Shave!
Any warrior worth his salt keeps his beard!
That's what I keep telling Alistair.
It's matted!
It has stale food stuck in it!
Oh, so that's where that bit of herring got to.
Anyway, it keeps my face warm.
It doesn't have to be pretty.
'Sides, the ladies love it.
Tickles them in all the right places if I wag my chin like this.
Augh!
Just take it.
Take it!
Why do you occasionally refer to Alistair as a "little pike-twirler?"
Why?
Has the little pike-twirler taken offence?
It's just a curious description.
Curious? <desc>Snorts</desc> Bah.
It's entirely true.
What, you haven't seen him twirling his pike?
Goes at it when he thinks no one's watching.
Knocks about in the trees like there's no tomorrow.
Caught him just the other day.
Blushed all the way down to his navel, then couldn't find his shirt.
I swear he's going to hurt himself one of these days, the way he works that thing.
I don't want to hear this anymore, do I?
I keep telling him, pikes are for sticking things at long range, aye?
Horses and such.
Not for twirling like a sissy-girl.
Wait, you're talking about an actual pike?
Like a spear?
Obviously.
What else would I be talking about?
I can't imagine.
You are a handsome canine specimen, aren't you?
Yes, you are.
Oh, but look at that tiny stubby tail.
Would you like a nicer tail?
I could give you a long, swishy tail, if you liked.
Just a wave of a wand and poof!
Tail.
You'll adore it, I promise.
Or maybe you would like to be a different color?
We could spice up that drab brown with some red, or blue.
Perhaps even violet.
That's right, you just love attention, don't you?
And you want antlers.
A big swishy tail and ant--hey!
He... he made off with my staff!
Perhaps I underestimated his intelligence.
Wardogs need to be pretty too, don't they?
Yes, you want to be pretty, pretty dog.
You are not religious, yes?
You do not believe?
I do, to some extent.
It does not govern my life, however.
Why do you ask?
Oh, nothing.
You are just a very good person, and it shows, and I thought at first you were religious, like some of the revered mothers.
But no, I thought about it and I realized that you are not.
I do what I do because I enjoy it; because I enjoy teaching others, helping them.
I do not seek recognition for my works.
I do not seek the approval of my peers, nor the approval of a distant god.
That is admirable, doing good for its own sake.
Some I knew were not like that.
They bragged about what they did, trying to impress others.
"Oh, Lady Adele, you fed and clothed twenty orphans, how noble!" "No, no, it is nothing, Lady Clarabelle.
You treated forty lepers, and gave them massages!"
Like a competition, with false modesty.
Sickening.
Er, did Lady Clarabelle really give forty lepers massages?
Who knows.
Lady Clarabelle had strange tastes.
I wouldn't be surprised if she did that, and more. 
Do you miss the cloister much?
I heard you were quite happy there.
Yes, I was, generally.
It was peaceful and it gave me a new start.
No one knew who I was...
But sometimes I am glad I am away and back on the road.
There were bothersome things about the place... well, bothersome people.
Some of the brothers and sisters would talk to you like... like the Chant they spoke was more pleasing to the Maker.
Oh, I hated the way they talked down at me.
So sometimes I forget the words to the Chant, or say them wrong, but so what?
The Maker looks into your heart, no?
So it doesn't matter what your lips say as long as your heart is true.
I think you're missing the point, my dear.
The Chantry believes the Chant of Light should be spread around the world.
You cannot spread it, if those that are speaking the Chant are speaking it incorrectly.
But I came to the Maker before I had even heard all of the Chants.
The Maker speaks to people; they just don't know how to listen.
It is all a power game, I think.
If they convince others they know more, then they must be respected.
Ah, child, it is precisely this kind of talk that made them wary of you.
Opinions that differ from your own are always threatening.
It must be a wonderful thing, to be able to weave spells.
Wonderful?
To you, perhaps.
Most do not feel the same way.
Oh, what do they know?
They are just jealous.
The Maker gives you magic; you must use it.
You do it so effortlessly.
It's like breathing for you.
I wish I had such talent.
But you do.
You have your music, your dances.
You are more graceful than anyone I've ever met.
I think that perhaps the Maker gives us all magic... but of different sorts.
Even Oghren?
Oghren is a dwarf.
He doesn't really come from the Maker.
Oh, yes.
That explains it.
I never thought of it that way.
I suppose we all have our little gifts.
Back in Orlais, I knew a noble lady who was like most of the other noble ladies--fair of face and slow of wit.
Anyway, Catarina had the most uncanny ability to tie knots in the stems of cherries, using only her tongue.
It was very impressive.
The men, especially, loved watching her.
Uh, yes, that's exactly the sort of Maker-given magic I was talking about.
You know, Wynne...
I have a friend back in Antiva who would be very excited to meet you.
I'm sorry?
Salvail prefers women with experience and maturity.
He says they have more substance, are more robust and flavorful.
Does he now?
Indeed.
No need to deny it, Zevran knows a fine bird when he sees one.
I am not a bird!
You might balk now, but I assure you, Salvail is a gentleman of means, and quite handsome...
I am going to walk away now.
Calmly.
Coolly.
This is to save you the pain of having your brain forcibly removed through your ears.
Tsk.
This must be a Fereldan thing, I swear.
You know, I have heard stories about your Circle of the Magi, my dear Wynne.
I visited the Antivan Circle on official Crow business, once.
Met a beautiful young apprentice who was very eager for a taste of the outside world...
Please!
Please, get to the point.
All I wonder is whether the templars guard the mages here as closely as they do in Antiva.
In Antiva, the templars watch the Circle like a jealous husband guarding the chastity of a wanton bride.
Interesting metaphor, but yes, it is not too different in Ferelden.
And is it also true that when the moon swells to fullness, the mages of the Circle gather at the top floor of their tower and, naked under the stars, make love to each other?
What? <emp>No</emp>!
Maker's breath...
Oh.
I found out recently that it was not true in Antiva and hoped that it would be in Ferelden.
Alas.
I couldn't help hearing about your... predicament.
Forgive me if I am prying...
Yes, you are.
... but what does it feel like being possessed by a spirit?
Why does this interest you so?
I simply wish to get to know those that I travel with.
Is that wrong of me?
No, of course it isn't.
Well... let me see.
It is hard to describe.
It is comforting...
I...
I feel safe, loved.
Comforted, loved, yes...
It is like being held close, cradled... the bond is so complete that I am unable to extricate myself, nor do I wish to.
Wait... why do you have that look on your face?
Mmm, I...
I am simply imagining it.
Continue, please.
And there is a constant warmth, that spreads outwards from the very center of my being, infusing my body with--
Ooh...
Andraste's grace, what are you thinking about now?
No, I don't want to know.
I feel dirty.
Do not speak to me.
You do not approve of me, do you?
You have to ask?
I didn't realize I was being subtle.
Ah, the old cat still has her claws, I see.
And you also do not approve of my involvement with our stalwart Grey Warden.
You are dangerous, Morrigan.
Dangerous, cunning and thoroughly deceitful.
But you are beautiful, and he is young.
It's a pity he doesn't know any better.
Why, Wynne, I do believe that is the first time you have ever offered a compliment.
Thank you.
Only you would take that as a compliment.
Listen, old woman.
What happens between myself and him is not your concern.
You can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mould to your liking.
You have a barbed tongue, Morrigan.
Why do you treat others in this way?
I owe you no explanation.
There is no writing on my forehead that says: "Please, guide me!"
You are traveling with these people.
It behooves you to be civil.
You are too transparent, old woman.
Do not bring up our companions, when all you wish is for me to be civil to <emp>you</emp>. 
I am not one of your Circle apprentices, to hang on your every word.
I am not Alistair, who sees in you a surrogate mother.
No, it is obvious you are nothing like Alistair.
Take your lectures elsewhere.
They mean nothing to me.
Have you given thought to, perhaps, prolonging your life by forcing another spirit into your service?
I would.
Of course, I am still young, beautiful, and my life is my own while you are bound to that Circle.
Hmm.
I wonder why I asked.
It would be a silly thing, prolonging your life.
A waste.
Think what you will, Morrigan.
When the end comes, I will go gladly to my rest, proud of my achievements.
While, you... you will see how empty your life was.
You will realize that because you never had love for others, you never received love in return.
And you will die alone and unmourned.
You speak of meaningless things.
I need no one to mourn me, old woman.
Why are you smiling like that?
You look suspiciously like the cat that swallowed the pigeon.
Canary.
I look like the cat that swallowed the canary.
I once had a <emp>very</emp> large cat.
But not my point!
My point is, why are you smirking?
You were watching her.
With great interest, I might add.
In fact, I believe you were... enraptured.
She is our leader.
I look to her for guidance.
Oh, I see.
So what guidance did you find in those swaying hips, hmm?
No, no, no.
I wasn't looking at... you know, her... hind-quarters.
I gazed... glanced, in that direction, maybe.
But I wasn't staring.
Or really... seeing anything, even.
I hate you.
You're a bad person.
Alistair, may I have a word?
Of course, anything for my second favorite mage.
Of course, anything for my favouritest mage ever.
It seems you and our fearless leader are inseparable these days.
Joined at the hip, almost.
That's a bit of an overstatement, don't you think?
Well then, now that you're in an intimate relationship, you should learn about where babies <emp>really</emp> come from.
I know the Chantry says you dream about your babies and the good Fade spirits take them out of the Fade and leave them in your arms...
...but that's not true.
Actually, what happens is that when a girl and a boy really love each other--
Andraste's flaming sword!
I know where babies come from!
Do you?
Do you really?
I certainly <emp>hope</emp> so.
Oh, all right then.
Aww, look, you're all red and mottled.
How cute.
You did that on purpose!
Now, now Alistair, why would I do such a thing?
Because you're wicked.
That frail old lady act?
I'm so not fooled.
I'm on to you now.
I think you make her very happy.
Not this again.
I'm ready this time.
I just wanted to say that this was something good, for both of you.
Being a Grey Warden isn't easy.
I'm glad you found each other.
Oh, yes, I bet you are, indeed.
Cherish this.
It may not last.
Really?
No pinching my cheeks?
No making me blush?
Of course not.
I like you, Alistair.
You deserve to be happy. 
Not even pinching my cheeks a <emp>little</emp>?
Alistair, what's this?
It's a sock?
It's a <emp>filthy</emp> sock.
How did it find its way to my bedroll?
Maybe it likes you?
Socks are sneaky like that.
Anyway, it's not mine.
It has your name stitched on it.
Oh.
Ha, ha.
Ha.
Part of templar training, back at the Chantry.
The men were... always getting their socks mixed up.
Anyway, uh, sorry about that.
I'll take it from you right now.
One of my socks is feeling a little damp anyway.
A change would be nice.
You're going to put it on?
It's filthy!
And dry.
We're not exactly traveling in the lap of luxury, here.
What hideous habits you've picked up.
Did you speak often with Cailan?
You're asking me if I have a relationship with my "brother", aren't you?
Yes.
I wonder what he thought of you.
I don't think he cared much about my existence.
I didn't mean anything to him.
Anyway, to answer your original question, no, we never spoke.
Well, maybe once.
Maric and Cailan had come to Redcliffe to visit the arl.
I was very young then.
We were introduced.
I believe I said, "Greetings, your Highness." He said, "Ooh!
Swords!" and ran off to the armory.
So, yes, that was the extent of our relationship.
We drifted apart after that.
Very sad.
Wynne?
Yes, Alistair?
My shirt has a hole in it.
I see.
And?
Can you mend it?
When we get back to camp?
Can't you mend your own clothes?
Why do I have to do it?
Sometimes I pick up too much fabric and it ends up all puckered and the entire garment hangs wrong afterward.
And you're... you know, grandmotherly.
Grandmothers do that sort of thing, don't they?
Darning socks and whatnot.
You don't want me to have to fight darkspawn in a shirt with a hole, do you?
It might get bigger.
I might catch cold.
Oh, all right.
I'll mend your shirt the next time we set up camp.
Ooh!
And while you're at it, the elbows kind of need patching too...
Ow.
What?
Stop fussing with it.
You'll make it worse.
It itches.
Yes, it's healing.
Don't touch it.
But it's distracting.
Can I rub it through the bandage?
That's not really scratching.
Alistair, if you open that wound up, I'm not going to heal it again.
You can just treat it yourself.
And if it festers, weeping bloody pus and burns like the flames of Andraste's pyre, don't come to me.
All I'm going to say is: "Alistair, didn't I tell you not to touch it?"
It won't really fester, will it?
Why don't you try scratching and see?
I... uh, I guess it doesn't itch so much now.
Shale, why do you refer to me as the "elder mage?"
Clearly because it is purple.
And a hyena.
I have a name.
We all do.
Even though Morrigan is a "swamp witch," as you call her, maybe she'd prefer being referred to by her name.
I have no doubt that is so.
Then you simply wish to be perverse?
Surely you are better than that.
I have found that I am allowed precious few amusements.
Since so many prefer to call me "golem," I enjoy referring to them in a similar fashion.
Oh, very well.
But could you at least use a different adjective?
I do not wish my age to be my defining characteristic.
As the fussy mage desires.
Oh, I give up.
Have you given any thought to your future, Shale?
I was thinking I might, oh, join the Chantry.
Become Divine.
And have giant Andraste golems fashioned to conquer the lands!
Truly?
No-oooo.
It was a serious question.
One day the quest of these Grey Wardens will be finished, one way or another.
What will you do then?
The quest of the Grey Wardens is to destroy the darkspawn, I thought.
Oh?
So you share a larger purpose with them?
Is that your ultimate goal?
I had not given it much thought.
It might be better than slaughtering every bird in existence.
Well, yes.
At the very least.
It's worth thinking about.
Has the elder mage ever encountered another golem?
I suppose there used to be one deactivated one stored in the tower's vault.
I wonder what became of it.
After all that's happened to the Circle, I'd be surprised if it isn't completely destroyed.
Why was it deactivated?
Did it crush some arrogant mage's head after one too many commands?
I do not know, Shale.
Perhaps it is just irreparably broken.
I think it stayed in the tower because no one could move it.
It is very, very old.
I believe it came from Tevinter, a long time ago.
Perhaps someone bought it so it would guard the tower.
Its people do enjoy their slaves, don't they?
It... it was not a <emp>slave</emp>!
It was... it is a...
I have thought about what you said before, Shale.
About slavery.
It is profitable, so I am led to believe.
It is <emp>wrong</emp>.
And it is no more right to make a slave out of a golem.
I think... no one understood how golems were made, Shale.
Perhaps we should have suspected, but no one knew.
Golems were like spells.
Useful.
I <emp>am</emp> useful.
I'm better than any fireball, that I'm sure of.
It's not the same thing.
When this is over, I will make certain that the Circle of Magi knows the truth.
Your people should not be treated as objects.
<desc>Laughs</desc> I have no people.
I mentioned the slavery because I knew it would be bothered, no other reason.
But I... it still deserves to... you are a very perverse creature, you know this?
It almost wishes it had a control rod, no? <desc>Laughs</desc>
Aren't you chilly, Sten?
Why do you keep looking at me like that, mage?
I've seen you eyeing me, Wynne.
Trying to watch for the moment when I turn on you?
I thought you'd be more likely to attack me in my sleep actually.
Isn't that what you do?
Strike when your quarry cannot defend themselves?
You've made your point.
I do not trust you, Loghain.
I have become a Grey Warden.
I have made promises.
If I break them, my life is forfeit.
That does not give me much reassurance.
That's not something I can change.
I will remain wary of you, Loghain, for a very, very long time to come.
Did she have many friends?
I can't imagine Anora with skinned knees.
I suppose she was.
It's the peculiar joy of parents to be terrorized by their children, however.
She bleeds just like anyone.
Or are you surprised that my daughter ever fell down?
It took you this long to determine that?
I'm surprised.
Well, I'm sure having you come to her rescue gave Anora no small amount of pleasure.
What happened then? 
Of course not.
I had no idea who he was.
He gave me a made-up name, told me he was fleeing Orlesians.
That's it?
That's the whole story?
And that boy was Maric?
Camp?
I thought you were a farmer.
I know a bard would make it out to be better, but it isn't a story to me.
I lived it.
There were no heroes or villains, no great deeds, no endings, happy or otherwise.
Yes.
I didn't find out who he was for a while, though.
That's a... story for another time, I'm afraid.
I've gone on too long as it is.
But I've rattled on for too long, already.
We should get moving.
You're right.
We should go.
Kings don't get the luxury of escaping politics.
What do you think would have become of Alistair, if Maric had claimed him?
Can I ask you something?
But we've been idle long enough.
We should get moving.
He would have been the bastard prince, and a continual reminder to Rowan of Maric's infidelity.
At least with Eamon, Alistair had a childhood.
Let's get what we came for and head back to Duncan.
We need to get down to the Wilds.
The sooner you get this done, the better.
Trust me.
Eamon is a shrewd man.
He'll be advising the boy.
They'll do all right, I suppose.
Anora is a good queen.
She has been for five years now.
Once the border was secure, the army would have regrouped to push back the darkspawn in the south.
Lord Harrowmont is a good man!
I cannot bear to hear these horrible lies.
You have our gratitude for supporting the great Prince Bhelen.
Lord Harrowmont is a good man!
Thank you for standing up for him.
But the border was in no danger.
How could you afford to divide our forces?
And the throne?
There was never any question in my mind that Anora would remain on the throne.
That's easy to say now.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> We couldn't.
Especially after Ostagar.
It wasn't an ideal plan, but it seemed necessary at the time.
When chevaliers were massing on our doorstep, things were a little less clear.
After all, who else was there?
Maric had no brothers or sisters.
Most of the Theirins were publicly hung by Meghren, when he took power.
Watch out.
Lord Harrowmont finally cleaned out Jarvia and her vermin.
Guess who's next?
Harrowmont may have taken out some trash, but he doesn't have the guts to follow up.
His Lordship is an honorable man.
Harrowmont's a relic.
Endrin's dead and the rest of his men'll go with him.
How dare you insult King Endrin!
You must be quaking in your slippers now the prince is done with Jarvia.
Guess who's next?
Bhelen never has been able to tell the difference between a brand and a lord.
When Prince Bhelen is king, you and all your kin will feed the lava!
I'll wash your mouth out with blood!
Mind your business, stranger!
Who are you to interfere?
A Grey Warden?
Uh... maybe we should continue this later.
Ha!
Bhelen stopping a battle?
I think Harrowmont's the soft-spine you're thinking of.
Then I guess we'll have to teach you a lesson, too!
<act>Keep listening.</act>
<Act>Assist Harrowmont's men</Act>
Would you like a mediator?
I'm a Grey Warden and I'd like to help.
I'm a Grey Warden and I'm about ready to teach you a lesson.
I don't think Prince Bhelen wants fighting in the streets.
Harrowmont wouldn't want to see this fighting in his name.
So which side would like my help?
<desc>Conversational barking</desc>
Oh, is that so?
You could just be listening to the tone of my voice.
You could be an utter moron, for all we know.
<desc>Angry growl</desc>
Hey, now.
There's nothing saying that a moron can't be cute and adorable.
Who's the cute and adorable puppy?
Ignorance is bliss, isn't it?
That's what the Chantry kept telling me, anyhow.
I really haven't given it a lot of thought, to be honest.
It's been a struggle just to survive.
But it could be involved with the throne, yes.
I want to discuss the situation with you.
Isn't Arl Eamon a powerful noble?
There are plenty of possible explanations for this.
Don't be an idiot.
Of course it's related.
I should get back to work.
Pfft.
So?
Murdock's sending a dwarf to do his begging for him?
Hoping I'll get all misty-eyed with thoughts of home?
Look, I'll tell you the same thing I told him: I'm not risking my neck for this town.
Hmm.
It's been a while since I've seen a dwarf lass as pretty as you, I'll give you that.
Hmph.
I have to admit, you've a better chance than most.
At least another dwarf is likely to have a few rocks to rub together between their ears.
What do you have in mind, then?
Let's hear it.
Uh-huh.
And that means exactly what?
Nothing.
I'm a surface dwarf.
If you're still welcome there, more power to you.
I'll put in a good word for you back in Orzammar.
Is that how you greet a fellow dwarf?
Hmph.
You've a highborn look about you.
You were expecting some bowing and scraping, maybe?
Up here on the surface you'll find we're all the same.
And here that means unwelcome, even a fellow lowborn like yourself.
Overconfident, some would say.
Right, Duncan? <desc>Laughs</desc>
Your Majesty, I'm not certain the Blight can be ended quite as... quickly as you might wish.
I didn't realize things were going so well.
You sound very confident of that.
Where are the Ashes?
I had a bad feeling about this entire expedition and I am glad to see you back.
What happened?
I can no longer stay in your company.
Despite what you said to me, I see no change in your behavior, your attitudes...
You are not the person I thought...
I hoped you were.
I was sadly mistaken, and I regret ever fighting for your cause.
I hope the darkspawn take you.
You are no better than them.
I've thought about it carefully and I am beginning to regret leaving the Circle for... all this.
Perhaps its time I return.
Let me be honest: I think our attitudes are incompatible.
There are things you've done and said that I am simply unable to tolerate.
You're rude, you don't listen, and you seem to lack respect for anyone other than yourself.
I think I should leave before it gets worse.
I...
I suppose I could give you another chance.
I dislike leaving our task unfinished.
Perhaps we could both try to get along a bit better.
You've never let me forget that you don't need anyone, so forgive me if what you just said carries no weight.
It is best for both of us if I leave now.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, and good luck in whatever you do.
I still need you by my side.
It won't get worse, I promise.
Don't go; we need you.
I was getting sick of you too.
Goodbye.
If that is what you wish, then so be it.
So stop talking and go.
Adventure getting to be too much?
You can't abandon me now.
I knew I couldn't rely on you.
Did you think you would be able to hide what you did from the rest of us?
You care so little about your fellow men that you would destroy the one thing that could give them hope?
What I did is none of your business.
I don't know what you're talking about.
I do what I do for the good of us all.
You there!
Elf!
Where is my armor?
And why are you dressed so preposterously?
What?
Oh.
You're the one who arrived with the Grey Warden.
You're... oh!
Yes, of course!
I... please forgive my rudeness!
There are so many elves running about, and I've been waiting for... it's simply been so hectic!
I never thought...
P-please pardon my terrible manners!
I...
I am just the quartermaster, a simple man, no one special...
Thank you!
Did you... come for some supplies, perhaps?
Y-yes, of course.
You're very right.
Did you... come for some supplies, perhaps?
Have you seen an elf running about?
Young woman, red hair?
Carrying a suit of chain?
Are you mistaking me for a servant?
Because I am a Grey Warden.
You are forgiven, human.
For now.
Perhaps you should treat your servants more kindly.
Because I am here to become a Grey Warden?
How dare you address me so, human!
If I feel like it.
Do you talk to everyone like that?
Back so soon?
Got tired of stirring up trouble?
A hot meal might be nice, first.
I'm not sure.
What happens if I refuse?
There is no reason to deny yourself the pleasure of male companionship, after all, yes?
So this is it then.
All that we've been through has led up to this.
Whatever happens now... to either of us, know that I am proud--infinitely proud--to have called you friend.
Onward then, and may the Maker smile fortune upon us.
Farewell, and may the Maker watch over you.
I think I owe you an explanation for what happened earlier.
You should know that... something happened to me at the tower, before you came along.
You spoke to Petra, did you not?
She told you I saved her from a demon.
I... did, but I did not survive that encounter.
No, I'm not undead.
If I were a possessed, walking corpse and could still think, I'd kill myself.
I engaged a very powerful demon to rescue Petra.
It sapped me of all my energy and will, and left me drained.
It took everything I had to defeat it, and when I was done I no longer had the strength to keep my heart beating.
I remember my life ebbing away; everything receded from me... sound, light...
I remember being enveloped in complete, impenetrable darkness.
And then I sensed a presence, enfolding me and cradling me, whispering quietly to me.
The sensation is impossible to describe.
I was being... held back, firmly, but gently, as a mother would a child eager to slip from her grasp.
I felt life and warmth flowing through my veins again.
I began to be aware of small sounds, and the discomfort of my hip pressing into the cold stone of the tower floor.
The Fade contains spirits both benevolent and malicious.
The benevolent spirits seldom make themselves known, because they want nothing from mortals, unlike the demons.
It was one of these spirits that saved me.
Without it, I would be dead.
And it has not left me.
It is with me, even now, bonded to me.
You see, I am supposed to be dead.
It is the spirit that is keeping me in this world, and this is not the way of things.
Perhaps the spirit did not expect this but it is weakening, gradually.
I am living on borrowed time.
I didn't know if you were ready to hear it.
But now you know.
Yes, that we will.
I do not know.
I can feel when the spirit weakens, so I should have fair warning.
But come, let us not talk about this.
There is time yet.
Well, now you know.
Do with that information what you will.
Let me explain fully.
It's not a joke, I promise.
Let me explain.
Remember my apprentice, Petra?
She encountered a demon in the tower.
It would have killed her had I not intervened.
I saved her life that day, but I did not survive that encounter with the demon.
Yes, you had me quite worried.
You're undead?
So you were never really completely dead then.
I can't believe you kept this from me.
Then we will make the best of that time.
How long will the spirit last?
So you're going to die soon.
No surprise there.
So you're alive.
What's the problem?
That is an amazing story.
Uh.
This case of death is taking a while to kick in then.
But you're standing right here.
That's a really bad joke, Wynne.
That you do indeed.
Go on, out with it.
Make it quick.
I'm busy.
Aneirin has long since forgiven Wynne for her harsh treatment of him.
Wynne and Aneirin talked, and she seems finally at peace.
This is the gating encounter for the Nature of the Beat plot.
The expected level for a player for The Nature of the Beast is 12, but will be balanced for a player that is level 11.
For now, this encounter is dormant.
You don't want to go into the Tower of Ishal.
It's off-limits for now, I'm afraid.
<emp>Help Wynne find closure</emp>
Wynne spoke to you about the first pupil she took under her wing, an elf named Aneirin.
She was quite harsh on him and drove him away from the Circle.
Aneirin spoke often of the Dalish elves and dreamed of finding them.
However, Wynne believes that he never managed to find them, and that he was hunted down and killed by the templars.
What?
But--no!
No, please!!
You do?
I feel nothing.
As the name suggests, my existence is quite peaceful.
I am alive, productive, and no danger to anyone.
Surely that is not a terrible thing?
Perhaps we may speak of something else.
Do you need assistance?
Of course.
What may I assist you with?
Not sinful in and of itself.
They claim it leads to sin.
And there is a basis for that argument.
They were feared for their power& but magic is feared for reasons beyond their tyranny.
Perhaps in part, but there is reason to it.
It is dangerous beyond its power.
I feel badly for you.
The Chantry claims magic is sinful.
Because the ancient Tevinter Imperium was ruled by mages.
Because most men are jealous and superstitious.
Because magic is powerful and dangerous.
Why me, though?
Is that a serious question?
Is there someone else you know of who could stand up to the Landsmeet?
Believe what you like.
It makes no difference to me.
Are we done, then?
One life.
After all this trouble, it seems like such a small thing to give up to see this land safe, doesn't it?
It's hardly a small price.
You think so?
I suppose you've never been a soldier.
The currency of war is life.
You pay it and pray that the outcome is worthwhile.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised at your success; you beat me.
Perhaps you can do this, after all.
Riordan could be wrong.
What if there's some other way?
You think so, do you?
Curiously, it's harder to send another man to die.
Easy to say when the life's not yours.
I could never do that.
Decide who lives and dies.
Are you willing to accept death if Riordan fails?
It's easy to die for your cause.
Sometimes men do it without even knowing.
It's so much harder to live for it, bearing the weight of the dead.
You'll have to.
You're commanding the armies you've raised, aren't you?
There has to be a better way to end this.
If Riordan can't, I'll be the one to make the sacrifice. 
If it comes to that, yes.
Gladly.
And if there isn't?
Do we refuse to accept this solution because it doesn't suit us?
What about Anora?
What about Leliana?
What does your Antivan think of that?
Hail to you, Grey Warden.
Maker watch over us all in the coming battle.
I didn't think of it that way.
We are preparing for battle.
This is a solemn time for us.
What do I have a general for, then?
Well you'd better start, then. 
That's monstrous!
How can you possibly do both?
Well, I only have to do this once.
I never said otherwise.
Oh, everyone has a strategy for dealing with it.
Most of the generals I've known took to drink.
Some took to religion.
It's a matter of personal choice, I suppose.
That's not exactly helpful advice.
What do you do?
Drink doesn't sound half bad right now.
Where's the nearest chantry?
You don't need my advice.
You'll figure it out on your own.
No one can tell you how to live with yourself.
You just do.
Ask me again after this is over.
Wait until <emp>after</emp> the battle.
There's no use trying to cope with what hasn't happened yet.
If anyone should make this sacrifice, it ought to be me.
Maker knows, I have enough to atone for.
I suppose we're not going to get another try if you fail, certainly.
I can advise you, but this is your battle.
This army was built from nothing by you.
They'll not follow me.
I've wondered that myself, from time to time.
So what's your advice?
And if I make mistakes, what then?
However you may feel about it, though, you are in command.
You had better learn to accept the consequences.
To command an army, you have to be close enough to your men to know what you're risking, and still think of them as tools that might need to be thrown away.
About the coming battle?
Or about commanding troops?
You'll deal with the results just like everyone else.
If I were a wise man, I wouldn't have made the mistakes that brought me here.
You do well enough on your own.
About the battle.
Commanding troops.
Just any words of wisdom you have for me.
You'll have to wait until we have some reports from the scouts.
You can't plan blindly.
Well not well, anyway.
What about your sorceress?
What does she think of this?
I can't argue with your choice.
It's the one I would make, myself.
You have a life.
Don't be in a hurry to give it up.
Not when there are alternatives.
If you have business with the Ash Warriors, I suggest you speak to our commander.
We must see to our hounds.
To an Ash Warrior, a hound is as much a weapon as a blade.
There's much more at stake than our own lives.
And should it come to that...
But what about Anora?
One last grab for glory?
If you're sure.
That's not necessary.
I'll do it.
She's always been a very practical child.
I'm sure she'll find a way to turn it to her political advantage.
She'll understand.
She has been a soldier's daughter all her life, after all.
There is, however, no use worrying about what may be.
We'll have to wait and see what comes.
Thank you, Loghain.
You had your doubts?
Nothing.
Don't mind me.
It hardly matters now.
I've certainly been mistaken about you before.
If you didn't already expect that, I've no idea what to say to you.
Gwaren sits in between the Brecilian Forest and the sea.
It's far from the old Tevinter roads.
The village by our keep was never even as big as Redcliffe.
There were always a few children around.
Charcoal burners' sons and daughters, mostly, or the children of servants.
They formed into noisy gangs in the courtyard for their games.
But Anora never joined them.
What about in Denerim?
Did she have friends there?
That sounds lonely.
I don't know.
Children are, in some ways, vicious animals, forming packs and defending them from outsiders.
Anora was always an outsider.
Why would Maric give you a teyrnir in the middle of nowhere?
Cailan.
He was a bit younger than she was, but Anora would lead him about the palace like a puppy on a leash, deep in adventures together.
I believe the two of them once fought an army of ogres in the wine cellar.
That was their explanation for all the broken bottles, anyway.
Perhaps it was.
She read a great deal.
She followed her mother like a shadow about the gardens.
She practiced archery and swordplay.
She was never idle.
Because it was vacant, and though it's off the trade routes, close to Denerim.
It was a good place for children to grow up.
I'm sorry, but there's so much to do before the battle!
I must attend to my duties or I'll get the switch!
I'm not disturbing you, am I?
I'm sorry, but I can't talk.
I've a dozen things to fetch and no time at all!
Oh, I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
Elven Soldier
Hail, Grey Warden.
Well met, Grey Warden.
If you're expecting some particular insight into my daughter's character, I'm afraid I'm probably not the best source.
I'm hardly impartial.
Well, no one alive knows her better than you.
That's fine, neither am I.
Are you and Anora close?
You think so?
I'm not certain of that, myself.
Well, she did double-cross me.
I just want to know why.
Well, she did double-cross you.
I just wondered why.
No, I suppose you wouldn't be, either.
Well met, Grey Warden.
Congratulations on passing your test.
Who did you accept Task 3 from?
Knight
Perhaps one day we will finally destroy these vile things, and the Maker shall be pleased.
Hmph.
So I've heard.
You're one of the new Grey Wardens, correct?
It's good to have you with us.
I think you already know the answer to that.
We understand one another, as much as any father and daughter ever do.
She already told you why, you just didn't care for the answer: politics.
With Teyrn Loghain commanding the king's forces, we'll surely have a decisive victory.
The teyrn is a legendary commander.
You already know the answer to that: politics.
But this is not really the time or place to discuss my daughter.
We have work to do.
Your hound can stay with me while I attend to some business.
<desc>Happy barking!</desc>
The Grey Warden tent is on the other side of this bridge.
You will find us there, should you need to.
I suppose we should move on.
I wanted to ask you something first.
I do not wish to speak.
Not before the battle begins.
My weapons thirst for darkspawn blood.
Soon, battle will be upon us.
My respects to you, Grey Warden.
That is a fine mabari hound you have.
Rare... and intelligent.
I hope you value it properly.
Our time before battle is spent painting our hounds with kaddis, in preparation.
Please do not disturb our hounds.
We feed them well tonight, for it may be their last.
Leave me to my preparations.
Hello.
It really is good to see more elves here.
I didn't know elves could join the Grey Wardens.
Amazing!
You're very lucky to have such an opportunity.
Oh, excuse me.
May I fetch something for you?
I have urgent duties, sorry.
I... cannot tarry, sorry.
I'm but a simple servant.
I apologize, but I'm very busy.
I'm sorry, Grey Warden, but I must run.
I think it's wonderful you became a Grey Warden.
It's good to see more elves in the camp.
Tell me if you need anything, friend, and I'll try to get it.
Don't try the stew.
Just between you and me.
Oh, I apologize.
I hope I wasn't disturbing you.
I've a great many tasks to attend to.
Did you... need something?
I...
I should be going.
I'm behind as it is, I'm afraid.
Was I... bothering you?
I have to clean this, sorry.
Good luck in the battle, Grey Warden.
I feel ill at ease about the coming battle.
I pray the Maker will watch over us all.
It's good to have Grey Wardens amongst us.
With their help, perhaps we can push these things back underground for good.
Ser Duncan appears to be a worthy leader.
The Grey Wardens are fortunate.
Are you to fight under the other Grey Wardens?
I hope to be under the king.
May the Maker preserve us all.
They say the darkspawn horde has grown larger.
Welcome to the king's camp, my lord.
I look forward to the morning's glorious battle.
The Maker will smile on us, I'm sure of it.
We'll show these darkspawn they should've remained in the past.
Why do the darkspawn not parley with the king?
They just mindlessly throw themselves to their deaths upon our blades.
I understand you're now a Grey Warden.
Well done, and well met.
Well met, my lady.
Well met, my lord.
Aren't we receiving a large number of reinforcements from the Grey Wardens in Orlais soon?
Teyrn Loghain may not think much of the Grey Wardens, but the king was wise to bring you here.
Ostagar is a very defensible location.
Even if the horde outnumbers us, we should see a decisive victory.
My grandfather fought under Teyrn Loghain in the war to drive out the Orlesians.
We're fortunate to have the teyrn with us.
The king wants reinforcements from the Orlesian Grey Wardens.
Frankly, I doubt we'll need them after tomorrow.
I hope the Grey Wardens protect the king in the coming battle--he chose to fight alongside them.
Greetings to you, Grey Warden.
Is that a serious question?
This isn't the time.
We can sit around the campfire reminiscing about lost friends after the Blight is over.
There's little point in speculating.
There are too many things requiring our attention to waste time wondering what might have been.
I imagine you've made up your mind on the answer to that question already.
I can't even imagine what brought that subject up.
I hardly think this is relevant to anything.
<desc>He appears to be unconscious.</desc>
Hate really doesn't describe it.
Let's just leave it at that.
Go ahead.
But enough about Anora.
We ought to get moving.
Congratulations on being named commander, my lord.
No sign of trouble here.
I want to ask you something else.
Get out of the way, you lazy slugs!
Can't you see we have an important guest?
I apologize.
These fools don't know how to behave in front of a great person like yourself.
Is there something I can get for you?
They're holding a feast in your honor, aren't they?
You don't think Alistair can manage on his own?
Then why didn't you want him to take power?
Might I offer you a bit of advice, my good friend Alistair?
I like my hair the way it is, thank you.
Truly?
As you wish... though my advice is regarding something else completely.
It has to do with your recent... exertions with your fellow Grey Warden that I overheard.
My...?
Oh.
It did seem as if you just got going when all grew quiet.
You are... feeling all right, yes?
Perhaps you are tired?
We aren't talking about this, are we?
Did I hit my head?
I have some roots from home that you may chew if you need energy.
As for volume, perhaps you ought to try arching your--
Whoa!
Whoa!
Awkward!
You Fereldans are so finicky.
How will you ever learn how to pleasure each other unless you talk about it?
Not listening! <emp>La la la la la</emp>!
You know, Alistair, Antiva has a long tradition of royal bastards.
You don't say?
Oh, yes.
They've led wars to claim the throne.
Some of them have become kings.
In fact, I'd say the current royal line in Antiva stems from bastard blood several times over.
Well aren't you just chock full of useless trivia today.
Sadly, whenever a royal bastard rears their head in public and declares themselves, it often goes poorly for them.
Let me guess: they get assassinated?
Only the very popular ones.
And the unpopular ones?
Well, they get by somehow, I'm sure.
There was one fellow who did quite well working as a prostitute based on his uncanny resemblance to the king.
Charged a fortune.
Couldn't afford him, I take it?
That cynicism will serve you well, my friend.
Hold onto it.
So are you a very religious man, Alistair?
I am curious.
I believe I heard you say you were raised in an abbey?
I was raised in a castle.
I was schooled in the abbey.
As far as being religious...
I don't know.
Not especially.
What about you?
Not in your line of work, I expect.
Why do you say that?
I happen to be quite devoted, in my way, as most Antivans are.
Truly?
But you kill people.
For money.
And I ask forgiveness for my sins from the Maker every chance I get.
What manner of monster do you think I am?
But... you ask forgiveness and then you go right on with your sinning!
The Maker has never objected.
Why should you?
I... have no idea.
Well there you go.
Perhaps you ought to think about asking for a little forgiveness yourself, hm?
So I have a question for you, Zevran.
You're here, at least in part, to get away from the Crows, right?
That is indeed true.
So when this is over, what do you intend to do with yourself?
You can't go back to Antiva, I assume.
What I do depends in large part upon your fellow Grey Warden.
I am not a free man, as it were.
Yes, yes, but what if you could do whatever you wanted?
Why should I go anywhere?
You Grey Wardens are the epitome of charm and hospitality.
So you do intend to go back to the Crows?
I said no such thing.
I think I should stay where I am.
Ferelden is a marvelous country.
Why don't I believe you?
You're not much of a patriot, are you?
Well I'm not going to listen to such slander of my new home.
Off with you, then.
Oh, I don't know.
Aren't you going to be king?
Perhaps you have people you need killed?
I probably do, yes.
See?
It's that sort of thinking that makes me think I have a future in this fine country of yours.
That's assuming I would hire you.
That's the lovely thing about kings.
They make for good business, as the client or the target.
And people wonder why someone might not want to be king.
Is there some reason I shouldn't just kill them, myself?
See?
It's that sort of talk that is bad for business.
Have you no thought to supporting the employment of your subjects?
Ha!
Not for assassins I don't.
What makes you think I intend to go anywhere?
So why would the Crows send you, Zevran?
Is there some reason why they should not?
Plenty of reasons.
Starting with the fact that you weren't exactly the best they had, were you?
Slander and lies.
For shame, Alistair.
I'm not an idiot.
Well, not most of the time.
You're no raw recruit, but I've seen you fight.
You're no master of combat, by any means.
Assuming that I intended a fair fight, that would indeed be a problem.
But the Crows must have master assassins, the way you describe them.
Men with years and years of experience.
Why not send them?
Why not, indeed?
It is a mystery for the ages.
Oh, I get it.
You're not going to tell me.
Morrigan said you were sharp.
No liar, she.
Still with the stern glances, Alistair?
You didn't answer my question.
About why the Crows wouldn't send their best man.
So for that I must suffer all these fearsome glares?
You are cruel to subject me to such torture.
If you aren't telling me, there must be a reason.
If you must know, the masters do not often take contracts outside Antiva.
And I made the best bid.
Best bid?
We agree to pay the guild a portion of whatever the contract offers.
The one who agrees to pay the most gets the contract, so long as the guild deems them worthy.
And they thought you were worthy?
Against a pair of Grey Warden recruits?
Apparently so.
Were there many who wanted the contract?
None.
You are still Grey Wardens, after all, and even in Antiva, killing members of your order is considered... impolitic.
It made the guild's decision considerably easier, I imagine.
Well that's comforting, somehow.
We have dogs in Antiva.
They run in the streets and eat garbage.
<desc>Curious whine</desc>
It's true.
They're treated as vermin, mostly.
Not like here in Ferelden.
You're rather lucky to live here, you know.
Indeed.
Here they make statues of dogs.
They carve you into their thrones and put armor on you.
Amazing, really.
But you still smell like a dog.
In fact, you smell like several dogs.
Yes, well, ignorance is bliss, I suppose.
I noticed some dog drool in my pack this morning.
Not that I like to make accusations.
And I even appreciate the artistry behind a good burgle when I see it, to tell the truth.
But leaving all that drool as evidence?
Sloppy.
I'll take that as an apology.
I'm so glad you're pleased.
It really is quite something to find such enthusiasm in one's companions.
<desc>Ecstatic bark!</desc>
I agree.
Go, team.
Hurrah.
I must say, dear woman, I rather like this change in you.
That's nice, but I'm not sleeping with you.
Oh, I can think of many other things that we could do other than sleep.
Oh?
Then let's see what's in those trousers.
I like to make informed decisions, after all.
That's rather saucy of you, isn't it?
You really have changed!
Yes, yes.
I don't see those trousers coming down, however, do I?
Err... you just want me to show you?
Right here?
Why not?
Aren't you the shameless lothario you claim to be?
There are rumors about you elves and I intend to see them proved untrue before I even consider a tumble.
On second thought, I suppose it would be rude of me to intrude on another man's domain...
On second thought, perhaps you've traveled to an awkward place where I dare not follow...
I thought as much.
So I imagine it has been some time for you, Leliana.
Some time for me?
I do not know what you mean.
Some time since you last knocked boots, shall we say?
You did just come from the cloistered life, no?
Of course it has been some time.
There are more important things in life than "knocking boots," Zevran.
Oh, I'll not argue that.
I simply mean that the body has urges, urges given to us by the Maker.
Yours must be... considerable.
After all that time.
That is a very personal question.
I mean no offense.
I simply offer my services should you ever feel the need for... release.
You're kind to think of my well-being so, Zevran.
Let it never be said that I am not available when the call for help goes out.
That's very kind of you.
Perhaps I should speak to the Grey Warden for advice on whether or not I should accept your offer?
Let me think about it, then.
Should every man in Ferelden suddenly die, you may even have your chance.
A-ha!
Progress!
So what is it, exactly, that the sisters of the Chantry do for amusement?
Do they not have sisters in Antiva, Zevran?
Naturally.
Yet we are... hesitant to speak to the sisters back home.
They are "atiya nagrano"... how do you say it?
Pure.
Not to be spoiled.
And you would spoil them just by speaking to them?
You really have no idea, do you?
I wasn't born in the Chantry, Zevran.
Sisters... we had many ways to pass the time.
Work, for instance.
And prayer.
No time for leisure at all?
I was not there for idle pursuits and pleasure, Zevran.
I was there to contemplate my relationship to the Maker.
And that's it?
Sounds bloody boring.
What did you imagine your Antivan sisters did, exactly?
Well, in Antiva the chantries make much of the wine, so I suppose I assumed they... drank it?
I... doubt that very much.
And there goes one childhood dream.
To think I once longed to be a brother.
So tell me of this vision of yours, Leliana.
I'm not certain I wish to discuss my vision with you.
You'll make fun of me.
No-oooo, why would I ever do such a thing?
See?
There you go.
No, I am not speaking to you of it.
Hmm.
Yes, I suppose the Maker would not want you to spread His words.
Very well, I'll accept your reproach.
I... why do you even wish to know?
Why, to make fun of you, of course.
You are utterly impossible.
On the contrary, I am often told how very easy I am, my dear.
So come, now.
I am serious this time.
Tell me of your vision.
You've told the Grey Wardens of your vision, have you not?
Why them and not I?
You said that you intended to make fun of me.
You actually said that.
It was funny at the time.
But, come... surely you can see I am serious now.
I honestly wish to know.
That's too bad.
I honestly don't wish to tell you.
Then I suspect you don't even believe in your own vision.
What?
I... that's not true!
I do believe in it!
Then you would stand by it, no matter what the consequences.
Do you intend to make fun of me?
Well, yes...
I can't help it.
I... you...
I simply...
I know, I know.
Terrible.
So, err... is it Lord Loghain?
I am no longer a teyrn, nor even a knight.
Address me without a title, as you would any other Grey Warden.
So just Loghain, then.
Correct.
What's on your mind?
You know who I am, yes?
I was one of the Crows you hired to kill the Grey Wardens.
I thought you looked familiar.
Well, I just wanted to report that I failed my mission, Loghain.
You don't say.
I'm terribly broken up over it.
Hmm.
Well thank you kindly for informing me.
So I wonder.
Do you intend to take your mother's place, now?
Take her place?
What do you mean?
As the new Witch of the Wild.
That was her title, no?
When one slays the queen, it's assumed they'll take her throne.
Considering the throne is a small shack in the middle of a cold wilderness, I think I may just pass.
And why would you lie to me, I wonder?
Ah.
Is this the part where you hint at some subtle plot of mine?
Because you are so very perceptive?
So you didn't know what your mother planned until you read it in that book, that's what you said.
That is correct.
I admire you.
You are a wicked, wicked woman.
And you are a fool who spends far too much time on his hair.
I see your friendship with the Grey Warden is going very well.
As is yours.
A-ha!
Then you know?
I am not a fool, if you thought me one.
I do not think you a fool, my lovely woman.
We are not so dissimilar, after all.
I know what you are doing.
Is there a reason you say that with a smirk, elf?
I think you know.
You and I are not so dissimilar after all.
I know what you are doing, lovely woman.
And what is it that you think I am doing?
Besides the Grey Warden, that is.
Biding your time, naturally.
But for what, I wonder?
Why don't you ask him, if you're so curious.
I doubt that he even knows.
I am content to wait and see for myself, however.
Then don't bring it up again.
Your mother is supposedly the one called Flemeth, the very witch from legend, is that not true?
There is nothing "supposed" about it.
Flemeth is my mother.
Hmm.
I was more doubtful of the legend rather than your relationship to this woman.
Anyone can claim a name, after all.
You're welcome to ask her, if you ever meet her.
You're just her type.
Oh?
Elven and handsome?
The sort that will never be missed.
Sounds intriguing, if you ask me.
You assassin types have a death wish, I see.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Only the really good ones.
So if the legend of your mother is true, Morrigan, does that mean that the legends of her many daughters are as well?
To be honest, I have no idea.
I've never met any sister of mine, nor has my mother spoken of any.
But it could be true, yes?
If you exist, there could have been others like you.
Long ago, perhaps.
Why?
We have legends of witches in Antiva.
One that tells of a Witch of the Wild, traveled far from her home to settle in the Tellari Swamps.
And?
You thought I might know this woman?
If one legend can be true, why not another?
Who knows how many Morrigans are scattered about Thedas, hmm?
It's not something I'd like to contemplate.
Oh?
You do not appreciate a little competition from a half-sister or two?
Silence, elf.
It is none of your concern.
Such sinister glares do you a disservice, dear Morrigan.
Yours should be a face that smiles.
Do tell.
Has no one told you?
Perhaps that is not surprising, considering you have lived such a sheltered life.
Were you a woman of the city, you would be accustomed to men showering you with praise and gifts.
I know as much of men as I need to.
I know when one is indulging in pointless flattery, for instance.
It is flattery only if I exaggerate the truth to please you.
I am but stating a simple fact.
Tell me, does this work on other women?
I think any woman would like to hear the truth of how her beauty affects a man.
Do you not?
I think that sort of manure is best reserved for farming.
Ah, one day you will realize that you have wasted you youth and beauty on bitterness and suspicion, mark my words.
Remind me to bring you along if we go sailing.
The hot air will prove useful.
Has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear?
Again with the flattery?
Do you not tire from these pointless exercises?
In Antiva, women are accustomed to being showered with the praise they deserve.
Men should worship you at your feet as you pass.
They don't find that incredibly annoying?
They are goddesses receiving their subjects, just as you should be.
Whatever would be annoying about that?
I have no wish to be placed upon a pedestal.
But you deserve no less.
You should be admired by painters, copied by sculptors, exalted by poets!
Surely, you know that yours is a beauty so exotic it-it would turn the eye of the Maker Himself!
Well, I suppose I...
Hmph.
Fine.
So I owe you a flagon.
Bastard.
Much obliged, ser.
I hate you all.
Maker's breath!
You were right!
You win, I guess.
Thank you, ser.
I expect payment forthwith.
You are a master indeed, Zevran.
You win the bet fair and square.
Much obliged, madame.
And there we go.
I think you owe me five silvers, yes?
What exactly <emp>are</emp> you drinking, my fine dwarven friend?
You can't have any.
Do not worry.
The stench is worse then your feet.
And what are you doin', smellin' my feet?
Is that some Antivan perversion?
It is difficult <emp>not</emp> to smell your feet.
Perhaps <emp>in</emp> Antiva...
Now you're beginning to sound like Branka.
Well, she must have been a dwarf with astoundingly clean feet.
You never did answer my question about that filth you so enjoy.
That's right, I didn't.
How is it that you never seem to run out?
Are you purchasing it somewhere?
Bah.
Nobody sells the good stuff.
Then are you making it?
I don't see a still at the camp....
And you aren't walking around with a keg, so unless you're... oh no...
What?
Where has that perverted elven mind of yours gone?
That... <emp>would</emp> explain the smell...
Suddenly I'm not so interested in trying a sample...
So is it very strange for you, my friend, living in the world of the tall?
Here I thought I was living in the world of the nosy and the stupid.
It just occurred to me.
Chairs are too high.
Tables are out of reach.
Using the toilet facilities alone must be a lesson in humility.
I'm not bloody two feet tall, you swishy nug-licker!
And then the light!
After all that gloom of Orzammar and the Deep Roads, it's a wonder you don't wander about squinting in pain.
It is bright, I'll give you that.
And... oh!
Not to have a roof over your head!
You must constantly fear that you'll fall up into that vast, endlessly open sky!
One day you live within the surety of a mountain, and then gone!
Nothing but vacuum, nothing to stop you from being sucked up into the void, nothing to--
Stop!
One more word and I chop you down where you stand!
You are a brave, brave little soldier, my friend.
I just don't understand you elves.
Not one bit.
Oh?
Where is your comprehension lacking, my friend?
These humans... they turn you all into slaves.
They... what did they do?
They <emp>destroy</emp> your homeland!
Twice!
What is your point, dwarf?
Well, I just don't understand.
Why don't you just... kill 'em all?
There are a great many more humans than elves, if you haven't noticed.
So?
There's a hundred humans for every dwarf, too, but you don't see us bending over an' getting our pipes cleaned, do you?
That's big talk for a man who lives in a tunnel.
All I know is the dwarves would never stand for it.
You'd think you elves would have learned to duck.
That must be it, exactly.
I think I have a joke for you, my fine dwarven friend.
Just don't expect me to laugh.
So a human, an elf, and a dwarf are walking down a trail beside a stream, and they stop to take a piss.
All right.
Things are lookin' up.
Continue.
After, the human takes out some soap and begins washing his hands. "We humans have learned how to be clean and hygienic," he says to the others.
The elf begins picking some leaves off the trees and wipes his hands with them. "We elves do as tradition has taught us and use what nature has provided."
The dwarf, meanwhile, has pulled up his trousers and is already on his way down the trail. "And our ancestors," he calls back, "taught us dwarves not to piss on our hands!" <desc>Laughs</desc>
Heh.
Shows what you know about dwarves.
All right.
I guess you aren't all that bad.
You just decided that, did you?
Well, I've watched you fight.
You could be worse, I guess.
From you, that's practically a proposal of marriage.
Don't get excited or nothin'.
You're not what I'm looking for in a wife.
Considering what happened to your last wife, I'll count myself as fortunate.
Hmm.
I've a question for you, Shale.
How does it feel to be a giant statue?
What a bizarre question.
How else would it feel?
Well, let's see... does it hurt?
Do you feel like you've been buried under a pile of rock?
Or do you feel nothing at all?
I have nothing to compare it to.
How does it feel to be considered an inferior race when compared to others who are just as soft and weak as you?
Ah... fine?
How very fragile it must be.
One touch and its kind crumples, spilling liquid everywhere.
No wonder they clad themselves in metal.
It takes more than just a touch, I'm sure...
I feel very solid.
And immortal.
No putrid liquids to squirt out of me, oh no.
Hmm.
Now that you mention it, I...
I suddenly rather feel like a delicate mushroom...
I've thought about your predicament, my friend.
It has thought of a way to lure birds out of the sky?
I mean your situation... being made of stone and such.
I imagine it must be terrible for you to see others... together.
You know.
Together.
As in standing next to one another?
I speak of love, my sturdy friend.
And the act of love.
Surely this must bring you discomfort, knowing you can never partake in such pleasures.
That is disgusting.
It was bad enough that I had to suffer the occasional pair of villagers lying in my shade, but the idea of <emp>partaking</emp>? <emp>Gah</emp>!
You are stoic, my friend.
And brave.
You do us a great honor by suffering in silence.
I was not suffering, silently or otherwise, until now.
So tell me, Shale... if you had the opportunity to become flesh, would you take it?
It does seem rather preoccupied with this topic.
Humor me.
Would you choose to live?
To breathe the air and taste of flesh?
Or would you remain the immortal stone that you are?
Would I also get to age and bleed and become sick and die?
Of course.
These are the things we accept for the blessing of being what we are.
Then no thank you.
I have no need of such frailties.
And what of family?
Of children?
Life does not begin and end with yourself.
I... have no desire to produce offspring.
Your form is wondrous, that's true.
But while you do not suffer the lows of life, you also do not experience the highs.
It is something to consider.
It is nothing to consider.
What it speaks of is impossible.
I understand that there are elves in the qunari lands, Sten.
There are elves everywhere.
Hm.
Yes.
Well, I've heard that the qunari actually put the elves in charge?
Over the humans?
Is that true?
Why do you call yourselves "Crows"?
Crows are scavengers, not killers.
You seem to have quite the disdainful attitude towards elves, my qunari friend.
You must know that murder is wrong, I assume.
I'm sorry... are you speaking to me?
That is why you wish to leave your Crows.
A crisis of conscience.
Yes, that is exactly it.
Joke if you wish, but I have the feeling that deep down you regret the life you have lived.
It's true.
I regret it all.
Must you be such a child?
Are you incapable of a single, serious conversation?
I know.
I am terrible and it makes me sad.
May I rest my head in your bosom?
I wish to cry.
You can cry well away from my bosom, I'm certain.
Did I tell you I was an orphan?
I never knew my mother.
Egad.
I give up.
Have you changed your mind, yet?
Are you willing to speak seriously?
Of your bosom?
As you wish.
No, I do not wish to speak of my bosom.
But it is a marvelous bosom.
I have seen women half your age who have not held up half so well.
Perhaps it is a magical bosom?
Stop... talking about my bosom.
But I thought you wished to speak seriously?
I do.
I thought, however foolishly, that you might be willing to speak of your past.
We could do that.
There have been many bosoms in my past, though only few as fine as yours.
Enough.
I am ending this conversation.
You have not asked me about my conscience for some time, my darling Wynne.
That is correct.
And I am not your "darling."
<desc>Sigh</desc> So once again I am rejected, just as I am by the cruel, cruel fates.
They are harsh mistresses to the elves.
Zevran, I am old enough to be your grandmother.
You say that like it's a bad thing.
And what would you do with me if you had me, hm?
This is a game you play, nothing more.
Ha, you are a cynical woman, Wynne.
Cynical and powerful.
It drives me mad with desire.
I am going to walk away, now.
So let us pretend that I do, indeed, believe that murder is wrong.
We are not having this conversation.
Were I to believe such a thing, what would I do with it?
Feeling guilt about things one can no longer change seems so very time-consuming with little hope for actual gain.
But you could change what you do in the future.
<desc>Sigh</desc> What would that require, exactly?
It seems to me that feeling guilty would take up a great deal of my time as it is.
Perhaps you could save a life, instead?
One for every life you have taken.
That is a great many lives to save <emp>and</emp> feel guilty as well.
Perhaps I could do one or the other?
It is not a game, Zevran.
You either know right from wrong or you do not.
I...
I am so confused.
I think I may cry.
May I lay my head in your bosom?
<desc>Cry of frustration</desc> No!
No!
You may not!
You are so very cruel.
How is it that you do not feel guilty?
I feel guilty for having ever spoken to you.
That's a change from what you said at the Landsmeet.
Then why did you take power from her?
But Cailan was king then.
She can't take all the credit.
He had no education in governing, politics, or diplomacy.
And though I know you don't wish to hear this, he doesn't strike me as a talented amateur.
Doing all right is not the same as doing well.
I was trying to be polite.
Your friend may get good advice from Eamon, but he's weak.
All the banns know it.
You can see them, a pack of wild dogs waiting for a bone.
The first chance they get, they'll pry concessions out of him.
They'll pick at the throne until it's only a gilded chair with no power or authority at all.
Don't you think that's a little pessimistic?
What would Anora do differently?
Why would Eamon support Alistair's bid for the throne, then?
By all means, hope for some better outcome.
I certainly shall.
I just won't expect it.
Because Eamon, for all his merits, is a conservative man.
He believes in tradition and inheritance, and would never see the daughter of a freeholder, however gifted, in power.
Anora, as you may have already noticed, is clever enough to manipulate the banns.
She can make alliances and play them against one another to get what she wants.
Fine.
Let's talk about something else.
The Tower of Ishal is off-limits.
The men stationed inside are securing it now.
I think they used it once to watch for Wilders coming out of the forest.
By orders of Teyrn Loghain.
The tower is being secured by his men to be used during battle.
I'm told they discovered some lower chambers, and they don't know how far down they go.
So for now, everyone's to stay out.
I didn't see anything like that when I was there, but who knows?
Goes back to the time of the Tevinter Imperium.
Dwarven make.
That's probably why it's still standing.
What is the Tower of Ishal?
Why is the tower off-limits, exactly?
Lower chambers?
This is a pretty large ruin.
We should probably get moving.
And if there had been any other heir, Eamon would never have suggested the boy.
But Alistair's mother was a commoner.
I don't think Eamon is that petty.
But you're a teyrn now.
Doesn't that make Anora nobly born?
No?
You might want to wonder, then, how a blood mage ended up employed by his household.
How likely was it that only Isolde was aware of Connor's gift?
Eamon knew.
And he allowed it to be hushed up so the boy could remain heir.
Better that than allow the arling to go to his childless younger brother, only to pass out of the hands of the Guerrin family altogether.
I was a teyrn.
But my father was a farmer, as was his father, and all the generations of Mac Tirs that history remembers.
And Celia, my wife, was a cabinet maker's daughter.
Hardly a royal pedigree.
This discussion profits no one.
I may be wrong.
I will certainly hope so.
So you're not at all concerned about leaving her all alone?
Whatever she might think, I never took power from Anora.
She may have felt threatened, but I most pointedly did not remove her from the throne.
We came to Redcliffe looking for refuge, but now there's... there's nothing here.
I can't believe that everyone in Redcliffe is just... dead.
What are we supposed to do?
The war drove us out of our farmhouse.
Soldiers just showed up and confiscated all our food.
There was nothing we could do!
Is it even safe for us to stay here?
Perhaps we should ask at the castle?
I just want my family to be safe.
I don't care about who's king or who isn't... we need to stop these darkspawn before they get here!
Please, can't you do something to help us?
Take pity!
Cailan wore the crown very well, but he was never the one guiding the country.
Now what are we supposed to do?
We came here hoping to find somewhere safe!
I had relatives here.
But their home is empty and I don't even know what happened to them.
I... don't think we can stay here.
What if the same thing happened again?
But where would we go?
We have nothing.
The soldiers took what we had, and now we're left without a home or anything to eat...
Arl Eamon will help us.
Surely he will!
He is a good man; he'll fix all this!
Please won't you help us!
I beg of you!
I want to go home!
Why did everybody die?
Are you here to save us?
I hope the monsters don't come.
I don't like monsters.
There's no point trying to steal anything from me.
I've already been robbed three times on the road.
So just... just stay away!
So you say.
I've been robbed by soldiers claiming to work for the new king as well as those fighting him.
So they're all bastards and thieves, they are!
Thieves calling themselves soldiers, of course.
Some claiming to work for the new king, others claiming to be fighting him.
They're all scum!
Hmph.
What scraps the soldiers didn't want, plus what little I've been able to salvage from the village once I got here.
I had my own shop in Lothering before the darkspawn forced me to flee.
And now this war starts, and I've lost everything.
Maybe I can start a new shop, if Redcliffe ever rebuilds.
If this war ends, and if... if the darkspawn don't overrun us all...
A Grey Warden?
A Grey Warden?
Really?
Fat lot of good you all did.
Got the king killed, and now the darkspawn are going to overrun everything.
Aren't you Grey Wardens around to deal with that sort of thing?
I'm not trying to rob you.
You were robbed?
By who?
You look like you've got plenty in the wagon.
I'm a Grey Warden, not a thief.
Nothing we can do about usurpers, I'm afraid.
You'll keep your tongue silent or lose it.
I'm working on it, trust me.
Just leave me be.
I'm going to try and do what salvage I can.
Maybe... maybe there is something valuable that hasn't already been taken...
Yeah, well...
I suppose you have a good point there.
Hmph.
Suppose you didn't start the war... but it certainly don't look as if anyone's stopping it anytime soon.
Just leave me be.
With any luck the darkspawn won't overrun this place anytime soon, and maybe... maybe I'll start a new shop.
Maybe I'll rebuild.
Doesn't seem like anyone's working on anything except making more trouble.
Finding Redcliffe dead like this... that was the last straw.
We can only do so much by ourselves.
Which?
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I am, a bit.
But she'll do well.
I have to say that, anyway, for if word gets back to her that I said otherwise, she'll be furious.
In all seriousness, Anora is formidable.
You should know that by now. 
You don't want to get too close to the bodies.
You might get sick, or worse.
It's terrible how we need to burn all the bodies without having proper funerals.
There will be a lot more of it before all this is over, I bet.
Begging your pardon, we have a lot more bodies to burn before we can turn in.
We have to do this before rot sets in, you know.
Best keep back.
This is unpleasant work, it is.
It's such a pity what's happened to the village.
All these poor souls dead, and it weren't even the Blight that did them in.
Bann Teagan sent me from the castle to keep watch on the village... or what's left of it.
I'm here to keep out the scavengers, or at least the worst of them.
And the wolves, if I can.
Redcliffe is dead.
Not sure why Bann Teagan wants me to keep order... there's nothing to salvage here anymore, really, is there?
Ostagar
Tower of Ishal
But will she be good for Ferelden?
Will the banns follow her?
Who exactly are you looking for?
You do that, then.
Where would I find these people?
Never mind, I'll just explore on my own.
Being tough doesn't make her wise.
I'm not a seer.
If I could predict the future, I wouldn't be here now.
Aye?
Maybe I can help.
Suit yourself.
I'm looking for someone.
They always have before.
Few among the nobles have ever been under any illusions as to who really held power in Denerim.
No one is born wise.
We only get that way by enduring.
Oghren?
Left not a minute ago.
Daft old drunk... who knows what's got him jumping.
I passed your test.
Fate has a twisted sense of humor, it seems.
I suppose you think I'm some sort of monster.
More so since I survived your ritual: you keep striking at me, and I just refuse to die decently.
I don't think you're a monster.
I may have to resort to magic next.
If I despise you, it's because you deserve it.
I was hoping you'd die in the Joining.
You're a poor liar, you know.
It's kind of you to say so, all the same.
Yes, I know.
You weren't the only one disappointed by the outcome.
Oh?
What was all that nonsense with darkspawn blood and mages, then?
A puppet show?
It seems to me that magic has already failed.
I'd recommend a sharp knife in the kidneys next time.
Less impressive, but it gets the job done.
Ah, now there's the venom I expected.
Well is that it?
Surely you've more to say to me than that.
The plan loses something when you're the one suggesting it.
Shouldn't you be trying to talk me out of killing you?
You're not going to be that lucky.
The Landsmeet has declared that Queen Anora will continue to rule.
The Blight will not prevail against the strength of a united Ferelden.
Swear at me in dwarven, if you run out of common epithets.
I assure you, I'll be just as wounded even when I don't know what you're saying.
When you run out of common insults, you can try elven.
I won't understand them, but I promise to be offended, nonetheless.
I've heard the Alienage speaks profanity as a native tongue.
Feel free to indulge yourself.
Go on.
Try out all the curses and insults you know.
I'll teach you some new ones if they don't suffice.
I suppose it does lack the element of surprise.
Well, what shall we do to settle things between us, then?
Why should I?
I am a strategist by trade, after all.
Should a fine plan be abandoned simply because it ends in my own demise?
That seems like such a waste of a good idea.
So what is it you think you can have me do, then, that will be so much worse than death?
We must settle things between us somehow or other, or neither of us will get any work done.
So, what will it be?
We're going to have to work together.
You want me to call you names?
How about this one: slaver.
You're a murderer.
You're a traitor and a coward.
I don't have to insult you.
I've already beaten you.
You're awfully smug for a failure.
Honestly, elf, do you think that among all my crimes is the one that keeps me up at night?
That's a bit egotistical of you, don't you think?
Do you honestly think that among all my crimes, that is the one that keeps me awake at night?
Is that the best you have?
I'm disappointed.
It doesn't even offend me because it happens to be true.
I've killed enough men now, with my own hands or by command, that they're beyond counting.
By all means, tell me again how I murdered Cailan.
I find the topic inexhaustibly fascinating.
There is no possibility, of course, that Cailan's poor judgment in leading the charge against my advice caused his death.
Ah, now that actually struck a glancing blow!
Good work.
And now what?
Am I to be some trophy of your victory?
The defeated enemy you drag about on a leash wherever you go?
Or have you some worse fate in mind for me?
Because he fell in battle, his part in the massacre at Ostagar must be excused, and because I survived, all responsibility must fall to me.
The plight of a few dozen elves in the face of all the hundreds who died at Ostagar, the countless others fighting the civil war that followed, seems irrelevant.
Irrelevant?
You sold free people to Tevinter!
You really have no conscience, do you?
You think other people suffered, so the elves don't matter? 
Just tell me why you did it.
And because you stopped it, the army we have to face the Blight is a third the size it should be.
And many more elves wait in the Alienage, defenseless, for the darkspawn to reach them.
Which fate is worse, I wonder: To live as a slave, or to die without hope in the Alienage?
Course not, I'm a soldier.
Conscience has no place in war.
I think that their suffering, while real enough, is a drop in the ocean now.
Because it seemed necessary at the time.
It got people out of the most indefensible part of the city and put money in the coffers at the same time.
The whole kingdom is about to be lost: What does principle matter now?
But the truth of things hardly matters now.
You've won.
You can decide whatever you like about my guilt. 
Just do what I tell you to do.
Just stay out of my way.
You cost me Alistair, you know.
Is that punishment meant for me or for you?
Or what?
You'll kill me?
Go ahead.
Yes, well, you can thank me for that later.
I don't know what concession you want from me, Warden.
I expect my word will not satisfy you.
The Joining was my death sentence anyway.
It's hardly my fault that it failed to produce the desired result, Warden.
I need to know I can trust you.
This is still your death sentence.
Remember that.
Fine, let's just try to avoid one another.
Nothing I can say will prove that.
Either I will <emp>be</emp> worthy of trust, or I won't.
I assure you, it's foremost on my mind.
You're a Grey Warden now, too, you know.
I'd be delighted to.
It is, however, a small camp.
We could dig a moat down the middle of it, perhaps.
It will create some difficulty finding a place to pitch tents, I'm afraid.
Indeed, I'd almost forgotten that.
Thank you for the reminder.
Anora is strong enough to endure.
She may make a few mistakes along the way, but she'll survive them.
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Landsmeet is over.
But this isn't the time to discuss such things.
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Let's cross the bridge and get to the Tower of Ishal!
Let's just get to the tower.
It may not be the most glamorous job, but we'd best not dawdle.
It's like a party: we could all stand in a circle and hold hands. <emp>That</emp> would give the darkspawn something to think about.
I know exactly what you mean.
And just like that, we're allies?
I can't imagine it's so simple.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Adventure has changed you, Leliana.
For the better, I hope.
The Old Gods still whispered to some men, and taught them magic.
These men became the magisters of the Tevinter Empire.
The Tevinter Empire had big statues of them.
Each dragon had a name and a place in the cosmos...
It's all very intricate.
The archdemons may not be the Old Gods, but they're definitely dragons.
It is, however, what we've chosen to be.
And I don't think changing that is a simple matter.
We don't have to be enemies.
I think it's time we got to the point here: What do you want from me?
My execution was all but arranged.
If you'd wanted me dead, you could have had your wish at the Landsmeet.
I assume, then, that you have something else in mind.
You tell me: What do you want?
I'm giving you a chance: I want you to take it.
I was granting you mercy, I didn't actually want you.
Death's too easy.
Your sentence is life as a Grey Warden.
I want to get some use out of you before sending you to die.
I can't imagine that you spared my life in the Landsmeet by accident.
You have some plan in mind.
What <emp>I</emp> want?
What an odd question...
Fortunate for me, then, that I've always been a man to take chances.
Mercy is a strange creature.
They say the sword that struck Andraste was mercy.
Your mercy is to leave me in the fire.
That's the harsher punishment, certainly, and I can hardly argue that it's more than I deserve.
Your candor, Warden, is inspiring.
Let me follow your example: You and I have been adversaries for some time, and I don't expect that to change now.
I want to ride back to Denerim and sit in the war room and find no empty chairs at the table.
I want to lose nothing else.
I want a line, clearly drawn, that I can defend.
I want an end to this war.
All of this can rightly be called my fault.
Whether or not you can do better remains to be seen.
But if you can make this the end, Warden, I will follow you.
I swear it.
I'm glad to have you.
I'm hardly blind to the irony of this situation.
I'm no Chantry scholar: I don't know which is the cruel fate and which is the kind one.
Despite what we each wanted, we're both here now, facing the same enemy, and we can be of use to one another.
However little we may enjoy that fact.
I suppose I ought to be grateful.
I have at least some chance now of putting right some of the things I have done.
What do I need you for?
You're going to have to prove your worth here.
You can stay in the camp.
Don't expect any more than that.
The Maker is punishing mankind for its sins!
Repent and be forgiven by the Maker when you die!
It is the only way!
Horror awaits those who perish outside of the Maker's forgiveness!
The end is upon us!
The dead rise and foul magic spreads across the land!
We cannot win!
We cannot run!
Get down on your knees and pray!
Pray!
All will perish!
All will suffer!
Repent your sins before death!
Beg for the Maker's divine forgiveness!
I cannot!
It is my sacred duty!
Magic is everywhere!
Everywhere!
The time to repent has come!
Ah!
Another one of the damned!
They are everywhere!
I...
I don't mean to...
I just need to tell everyone.
They need to know!
They need to repent, before... before it's too late!
I was too late for my wife.
She died... so horribly.
And she... she was not repented.
I need...
I need to help everyone... to prepare...
Help... me?
There is no help for me!
I just... miss my wife so much.
This is all... so horrible.
I...
I think I just need to sit down.
I need to collect myself.
Help... me?
No, I...
I am beyond help.
Just as you are beyond help!
Just as everyone is beyond help!
Unless they repent!
For the end is upon us!
I have!
I have repented!
Oh, Maker!
Forgive me my sins!
Forgive my fellow brothers and sisters!
Look upon us with kindness as we are swallowed by the darkness!
At long last!
The end has come!
Oh, I am ready!
You... you're right!
The soldiers need to hear this, the ones fighting against the king!
They must beg for forgiveness!
They must repent!
I will go and tell them!
I will tell them salvation is possible!
I do not rant!
I speak the truth!
Repent!
Repent!
You need to stop that.
Right now.
Let me put you out of your misery. <act>Kill him.</act>
Find someplace else to rant.
Or else.
Please calm down.
You're hysterical.
I'm so sorry.
Perhaps I could help you?
Have you repented your sins?
That's good. <act>Kill him.</act>
Perhaps you need to spread the word further?
I'll leave you to your ranting.
I am a soldier, you know.
And it has come to my attention that you've been looking to build some armies.
I never doubted that.
Very well.
It will give me an excellent vantage point to see if you can actually lead an attack against the Blight.
Aren't we all?
Still, you'll get closer to the Wilds than I will, I suspect.
I'm here for the battle.
Nothing else.
What good is that?
I'm already stronger than you are.
I'll give you a chance.
Just don't think I trust you.
I had no idea I'd be tested more than I already had been.
Daveth said we might be going into the Wilds.
You don't like the idea?
We will find a way to end this Blight.
We should speak no more of this at present.
Time's wasting.
I suppose we'll see how long that lasts.
Andraste help us, then.
At any rate, your mother would have me accompany you until the matter is settled.
Shall we?
Your mother was quite insistent.
And I fear her more than you.
I don't need you to follow me around.
Well, we'll see how far that gets you.
That the Grey Wardens accept the likes of you is forever their greatest weakness.
Yes, I know what you think of me.
You imagine I throw lives away without giving it a thought.
I doubt you'll believe me, but I'll tell you a secret that all generals must learn.
This was always meant to end in my death.
You said so yourself.
You've been kinder to me than I've deserved, so I am going to tell you plainly that you should reconsider.
Chasind barbarians, yes.
Cannibals.
And witches, too!
Aren't there barbarians in the forest?
Maybe they will.
We'll see.
Greetings once again, my lord.
Greetings once again, my lady.
Do you take everything so literally?
I am no bard, but I will do my best.
Not in this tale, friend.
I should know... what?
But you're obviously not made of ash.
Probably.
Who keeps track of every two-bit hero?
I know nothing of her.
And they feasted on blood and lived happily ever after?
Glory?
No.
But forgiveness... perhaps.
She'll be all right.
She's not alone, after all.
I thought I was just here to watch the camp.
Arl Eamon is alive!
I must admit there was a time not long ago when I thought news like that simply wasn't possible.
The arl has been recruiting men from the countryside in droves.
With any luck we may even have a real army here again soon.
It's good to see hope in peoples' faces again, especially now that the arl is back on his feet.
Everyone thinks that the arl is as good as dead.
There's no way he's coming back now after what's been done to him.
If Arl Eamon can be revived, maybe we might see an actual end to all this misery.
I have my doubts.
I hear Bann Teagan has some plan to find Andraste's ashes.
Can you believe that?
May as well pray for the Maker to come and heal the arl Himself.
Things are quiet in Redcliffe for now.
Everyone's nervous about the war, and the coming darkspawn.
There's a lot of work to be done, if the village is going to be rebuilt.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Maker's breath, I can't believe we're still standing after all that.
Maybe we'll make it through this somehow, after all.
Everything's secure in the village for the moment, my lord.
Everything's secure in the village for the moment, my lady.
We just got back here, after we heard that the attacks were over.
I can't believe Redcliffe is still in one piece!
I thought for sure that everyone would be dead by now.
I wish...
I wish I'd stayed and fought, now.
I had no idea.
Our home is still standing.
It's been ransacked a little, but it's still there.
We've been incredibly fortunate.
I may have fled the village before, but I'm back now... and I intend to enlist in the arl's army.
I'm not running away again.
Our family ran from Redcliffe the night after the first attack.
We were so lucky to survive.
I never thought we'd live to see home again.
So many people died here.
But thanks to you, the village is still alive and we had something to return to.
It won't take long to rebuild.
I only worry about the war, now.
What if it comes to Redcliffe?
Will we have to flee again?
My husband says he intends to enlist into the arl's army, to fight against the darkspawn.
I'm so worried!
What is that chant?
So the Urn of Sacred Ashes truly does exist, and you were the one to find it?
I am amazed... and impressed.
Hmph.
I went to the village of Haven and found nothing but a dead end.
Perhaps if I had been more... suspicious.
I feel like a fool.
The Maker obviously intended that you be the one to find the Urn.
I admit that I had thought it to be a myth and nothing more.
Apparently, Bann Teagan insists that the search for the Urn of Sacred Ashes continues.
I was out there...
I do not believe it exists.
Bann Teagan must accept that he may have to take up his brother's position as arl.
We all wish Arl Eamon was with us... but he is not.
And he will not be.
I do not believe there is a cure for what ails Arl Eamon.
We must accept the truth, and call back the other knights who have ventured out in search of the Urn.
It is difficult to return to the castle and find it in such a state.
I wish now that I had not left.
I should have been here to defend the arl.
Surely the arl's knights will return, now that the civil war has begun.
That is why I came back... that and I was seeing no success with my search.
Many of the arl's knights are still in search for the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
I hope they will return soon.
It is an honor to meet you, my lord.
It is an honor to meet you, my lady.
Solitude isn't terrible, you know.
She had free reign over the woods.
Have you collected the rest of the bags from the cellar?
Yes, my lord.
You asked me that before.
Ah.
Then we need to collect the rest of the weapons that were salvaged by the--
--oh, I apologize, I didn't see you there.
We've been so busy trying to salvage the castle's stores.
Is there something you need?
I am the new quartermaster, ser.
Bann Teagan brought me up from his estate out east, to help with restoring the castle to its... well, to a manageable state, anyhow.
Someone needs to go through all the castle's inventory and find out what's been spoiled or damaged, and what's still useable.
It's a terribly important job.
And there's plenty left to do, don't you know.
Thank you.
Whatever we've been able to find, throughout the castle.
Arms and armor, mostly, but other things as well.
Much of it had to be stripped from the dead...
Maker watch over them... but we really have little choice, grim as the task might be.
Of course.
If it's no trouble, then, I need to get back to the accounting.
We have an army to outfit, and quickly!
Hello again, my lord.
Did you desire something from the stores?
Hello again, my lady.
Did you desire something from the stores?
I'll leave you to your work.
What do you have?
Let me take a look at the stores.
No, I don't need anything.
Let the Memories find you worthy, first amidst the lords of the houses, the king of Orzammar.
Let no man have cause to fear the shadows.
Let their souls be lifted upon your return.
So let it be.
Swiftly do stars burn a path across the sky, hast'ning to place one last kiss upon your eye.
You found Alistair, did you?
Good.
I'll assume you are ready to begin preparations.
You weren't recruited out of charity.
All three of you are skilled and resourceful.
You found our tent, I see.
Is there something you need?
Do not wait too long before seeking out Alistair.
As I said earlier, we will need to begin preparations for the Joining before nightfall.
No, I'm fine.
Not all who drink the blood will survive and those who do are forever changed.
This is why the Joining is a secret.
It is the price we pay.
I need to ask you something else.
We will signal you when the time is right.
Alistair will know what to look for.
Sounds easy enough.
I'm one of the king's servants, which means I run messages around and make deliveries all day long.
I... don't think so.
Are you?
First day, they come and catch everyone.
Second day, they beat us and eat some for meat.
Third day, the men are all gnawed on again.
Fifth day, they return and it's another girl's turn.
Seventh day, she grew as in her mouth they spew.
Ninth day, she grins and devours her kin.
Now she does feast, as she's become the beast.
Oh!
Um...er... yes.
I see.
Sorry to bother you.
Here's the sword.
I'll... go back to the smith with this note and tell him it's all taken care of.
His lover.
Never!
I will return to her once my duty is done and the Blight defeated.
My Lady Cousland.
I'm honored.
My Lord Cousland.
I'm honored.
So you abandoned her?
My father was lord of that town.
And I bet you're as innocent as the sunrise.
Maker speed your steps.
He wasn't happy about something she did or the king did...
I'm not sure.
I probably shouldn't discuss it.
To the teyrn's daughter, no less.
I didn't know Cailan was married.
Spend enough time here, you'll get an earful about those witches.
Locals blame them for near everything.
So why mention them if it's just superstition?
There are things other than darkspawn to watch out for?
Pleased to meet you, my lord.
Pleased to meet you, mum.
Where are the items from the treasury?
Do we have them yet?
They're in the chest, my lord.
That's all there was.
You've counted the armor sets, correct?
The clean ones?
Yes, my lord.
There are fourteen more sets still being cleaned.
And three that were simply... disposed of.
Disposed of?
Surely the material could be salvaged, at least!
I don't think so.
Nobody wanted to touch them, my lord.
Where are the records?
I specifically asked you to sort them, didn't I?
I did sort those records, my lord.
You already took them back.
So, they're... in my hands.
Oh.
I knew that.
We'll need a full weapon count by the end of the week.
You told the servants that, yes?
Them's that could count, yes.
They said they'd try.
We'll need better than trying.
Maker preserve us, the darkspawn aren't about to wait for us!
Let's give him a day or two to recover.
The most you have to worry about is some tooth marks.
What will happen to him now?
Then I'll give it a shot.
You're no fun.
Let's get going.
Yes.
I am Wynne.
You advanced so quickly in your training that Irving never sent you to work under me.
The Grey Wardens are always welcome amongst the Dread Hunters.
Salutations, Grey Warden.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me.
I hope I'm not in your way.
Excuse me.
Congratulations, Grey Warden.
Well done, Grey Warden.
You must be very proud.
Maker watch over you, Grey Warden.
You are a welcome sight, Grey Warden.
Greetings, my lord.
Welcome, my lord.
The arl has called for an army, now that he's woken up.
We'll be fighting for sure!
I'm so glad that Arl Eamon has recovered.
I can't think of anyone else I'd rather fight for.
If the rest of the Grey Wardens are anything like you, they certainly deserve their reputation.
Are we going to be fighting under Bann Teagan?
I can't imagine what would happen if the arl actually died.
Salutations.
Greetings, Grey Warden.
I hope all is well with you.
Why, hello!
Lovely to meet you.
Welcome to the camp.
Maker watch over you, my lord.
Maker watch over you, my lady.
Hail to you.
Welcome, my lady.
Greetings, my lady.
Arl Eamon is going to fix everything once he gets better.
Just you watch.
If the arl were awake now, I bet there would be people lining up to be recruited.
I just signed on for the arl's army.
There's nowhere else for me to go since my cottage burned down.
We all have to fight if we're going to survive the Blight.
I just signed up, myself.
The armor they gave me doesn't quite fit, but I guess it will have to do.
Good day, my lord.
Good day, my lady.
Oh, there's so much to be cleaned up!
I don't want to even think about what happened here.
I wonder what happened to all the other castle servants that were here.
Do you think they all died?
Or did they run away?
At least working here we get a roof over our head and the army's protection.
If the darkspawn come, we'll need it.
It will take years to sort out the castle properly.
If we even get the chance.
That poor little boy.
I just can't bear to think about what he must have gone through.
Maker bless you, Grey Warden.
You've saved us all, you have.
And Branka's not up there.
She's down here and I'm not going anywhere until I find her.
That's right.
Off we go now.
It will have to wait, I have business on the surface.
Fine, we'll head for the Deep Roads.
Look at this piece, darling.
It rivals even the work of the Paragon Smith herself!
Nonsense, woman!
Your words bring shame upon our house.
See how the edges are rough and pitted?
You would compare this to Branka's work?
Trust a woman to speak of things she doesn't understand.
Be quiet now, and pray the ancestors deliver Branka back safely.
<emp>Find Trian</emp>
Your father, King Endrin, needs to speak to your brother, Trian.
You are to locate Trian and tell him that your father needs him.
Trian is either at the Provings, or resting in his quarters.
<emp>Think twice about supporting Lord Dace</emp>
Lady Helmi warned you about Lord Dace.
He has many reasons for wanting you to speak out for him in front of the nobles, and not all of them are noble.
Then our current forces will have to suffice, won't they?
Duncan, are your men ready for battle?
The Orlesian Grey Wardens would be a great support in the coming battle.
I hope the Grey Wardens from Orlais arrive in time.
I have great respect for the Wardens... unless they're from Orlais.
Ferelden can defeat these things on its own.
We need no Orlesian charity.
King Cailan should not have called on those vile Orlesians for help.
Now I must return to my task.
Pray that our king proves amenable to wisdom, if you're the praying sort.
Fifty silvers for such a small bolt of cloth?
That's outrageous!
You certainly have some gall, merchant!
But my lord, these are surface silks, dyed with the finest saffron and indigo and embroidered by skilled elven tradesmen!
A History of Aeducan: Paragon, King, Peacemaker
A History of Aeducan: Paragon, King, Peacemaker. <desc>Codex</desc>
I had a chat with him, actually.
Oh, I would have deserted eventually, just not then.
I was stealing, not sneaking out of the camp.
I got one of those wizards drunk and took his key.
It belongs to a chest they got here, full of magical treasures.
In fact, I still have it.
If you weren't deserting, why sneak around the camp?
<emp>Find a use for the drake scales</emp>
Searching the carcass of a dead drake, you've found a number of undamaged scales.
They're extraordinarily hard, yet light.
A master armor smith may be able to make armor from them.
Thanks for nothing, then.
Sorry.
Like I said, I can't let you through.
You have more at your disposal than you think.
Now... before you go, there is yet one more thing I can offer you.
We need the rest of the Grey Wardens.
You think the arl would believe us over the teyrn?
Let's get back to Duncan quickly.
If we wait too long, you won't be able to swing a dead cat without hitting a darkspawn.
We still need to get that darkspawn blood.
I wonder if they'll give it up nicely?
We still need to find those documents.
If they're even here.
You have more at your disposal than merely old friends.
Such determination.
How intriguing.
We'll find a way.
It's up to us, after all.
That sounds like an excellent idea.
Perhaps we could go to him, then.
Put your back into it!
Do you think you're swinging a broom?
You'll be fighting darkspawn!
You'll be fighting for your lives!
Yes, that's the way.
Now guard yourself.
Watch your stance!
Don't swing wildly!
Swing and stab!
Swing and stab!
Keep it up!
Maker watch over us in our time of need.
Maker protect us in our darkest hour.
May those who have perished here be greeted by the Maker and walk beside Him.
Let Him look on them with forgiveness for their sins.
May the Maker bless this place and cleanse it of the evil that was committed here.
Maker watch over the people of this castle and the citizens of Redcliffe.
May He spare the children and ease our suffering.
Look to your sins and ask the Maker for forgiveness, for only through redemption may you walk by the Maker's side.
Maker bless you and watch over you.
May the Maker forgive us all.
Maker's blessing upon you, Grey Warden.
Sorry, miss.
The army camp is off limits for you right now.
That's right.
Usually that's not something you're allowed to stop.
The Chantry spends a lot of time training you to fight mages.
They don't like to give you up.
I should have recognized you right away.
I apologize.
Hard to believe most folks here think the darkspawn disappeared after the last Blight when your people still suffer every day.
I'm sure the revered mother meant it as an insult--sending me as her messenger--and the mage picked right up on that.
You don't know?
Quick version, then.
The Chantry tries to control mages because they're dangerous, so they keep templars that train to hunt down and kill apostates.
That's what I was being trained as when Duncan recruited me six months ago.
So?
Why does that matter?
What's a templar?
That would be awkward.
Have you?
Have you heard?
King's got a team who found traces of Branka in the Deep Roads.
Oh?
Found her body, did they?
No, tools... signs of a camp, things like that.
Paragon or not, Branka's dead.
She's been gone two years.
No one survives the Deeps that long.
By ourselves?
No Grey Warden has ever defeated a Blight without the army of a half-dozen nations at his back.
Not to mention, I don't know how.
How to kill the archdemon, or how to raise an army?
It seems to me, those are two different questions, hmm?
Have the Wardens no allies these days?
I...
I don't know.
Duncan said that the Grey Wardens of Orlais had been called.
And Arl Eamon would never stand for this, surely.
We need to bring Loghain to judgment!
Why would he do this?
I'd be happy with just staying alive.
Then we need to find this archdemon.
Who cares what she is?
We need to do something now.
He's done the best he can with what little he has... and that includes me, I guess.
The Lady of the Forest has sent us ahead.
Others will come soon.
Rrrr... it is difficult to stand and be watched by these humans.
They smell of fear and hate.
We fight only because of the debt that is owed to you. <desc>Growls</desc> These humans would kill us without a second thought, if they had their wish.
When you issue the call to battle, Grey Warden, the werewolves shall be ready and the Lady of the Forest will lead us to fight.
We stand ready to shed blood for you, Grey Warden.
Remain calm.
These humans are not our enemies.
<desc>Growls</desc> We shall see battle soon enough.
Tonight we hunt and taste blood.
Let the humans watch, if they wish.
The Lady of the Forest will be with us soon.
Ignore their stares.
Our debt is to the Grey Warden.
We are here, Grey Warden.
Soon there will be more of us, though these humans will not be pleased by this.
They stare at us with suspicion and hate in their eyes.
I use the words of the Lady to calm my brothers, but we are ill at ease here.
But we will not leave. <desc>Growls</desc> We remember our debt to you, even if these humans do not.
They attempted to give us bedrooms within this castle... cushions and things stuffed with feathers.
It made no sense.
The kennels are nearly empty, and suit us far better.
At least the humans provide meat and game.
We eat well, even if they fear us.
Rrrr.
Perhaps they should.
It is for their own good that they do so.
But it is appreciated.
We wish no problems with these humans.
Let the battle come soon, Grey Warden.
The more of us that come, the more difficult it will be.
As you say, Grey Warden, so it shall be.
The humans stay away from us, now.
This is for the best.
The werewolves will be ready for your call.
The humans remain difficult, but my brothers and I keep to ourselves.
We shall be ready.
What is the problem?
Have you been treated well otherwise?
I've told them to mind their manners.
Make sure your people are under control.
Those wolf-creatures over there... we're not actually going to be expected to fight side by side with them, are we?
They're monsters!
They're just as likely to snap one of us up in their jaws as a darkspawn!
We're not exactly chumming up with them and playing cards.
I... yes, my lord.
We meant no harm, they're just... very frightening.
I... yes, my lady.
We meant no harm, they're just... very frightening.
But I suppose we can't complain if they're willing to help.
Still...
Then I hope you tell them to, because they're frightening all the good folk here.
As long as they fight, I suppose we'll be well enough off.
I just don't want to fight anywhere near them, if I can help it.
Is that what we are?
Beggars now?
Well I just hope that wherever they're fighting it's not anywhere near the rest of us folk.
We're minding our manners with those wolf-men, just as you said.
There won't be any trouble.
Just keep those wolf-men in the kennels where they seem to want to stay anyhow.
How we'll fight together, I don't even want to know.
Just stay away from them.
Mind your manners.
They're allies.
They will control themselves if I tell them to.
Beggars can't be choosers, can they?
The keeper has sent us here in advance of the others.
As soon as more of the hunters regain their strength, they shall join us.
This is a wondrous and strange place.
I would never have thought that such buildings could be so... large.
Most of us have never left the clan before for any reason.
There are so many people... and yet, somehow they all seem strangers to one another.
We shall honor our treaty to the Grey Wardens.
It will not be long now before the Dalish are ready for battle.
We greet you, Grey Warden.
It is good to see you again, my brother.
It is good to see you again, my sister.
We are the first unit to arrive from Orzammar.
Others will be on the way soon.
The surface is very... bright.
It is unnerving to have no proper roof over one's head.
The men are having difficulty sleeping on the surface.
They complain that they have nightmares of falling up into the sky.
More frightening than darkspawn, I'm told.
Hmph.
These humans speak of darkspawn as if they have suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
Are they blind?
The king sends his greetings, Grey Warden.
The clans of Orzammar will be ready to fight against the Blight.
Salutations, Grey Warden.
We have been sent by the Circle of Magi to advise Redcliffe until more mages can arrive from the tower.
We have brought along a selection of magical goods that the first enchanter believed you might have need of.
Let me know if you wish to see any of it.
Of course.
Let me fetch one of the Tranquil and they can show you our stores.
A number of our fellow mages still need time to... recover from their ordeal.
The first enchanter assures us that the Circle will be ready to assist against the darkspawn when the time comes.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> To be truthful, Grey Warden, the first enchanter sent us here to guard Bann Teagan.
If the arl does not revive from his sickness, Bann Teagan will need to take his place.
And we must be careful that what happened to the arl does not repeat itself.
To be truthful, Grey Warden, the first enchanter sent us here to guard Arl Eamon.
His last flirtation with death was a close one, after all, and must not be allowed to happen again.
Salutations, Grey Warden.
Is there something you need from the Circle?
Let me see what you've brought.
When will the rest of the mages arrive?
What kind of advice can you offer?
I will leave you to your business.
We have been sent ahead of the other templars to prepare quarters for the men.
The others will be arriving soon.
I wish we had come here sooner.
Sadly, the tower was filled with many abominations, whereas here there was but one... and look what it was capable of.
Maker's breath, this place has already seen such devastation, and the darkspawn are not even yet upon us!
I understand that some of these darkspawn use magic.
Our templar abilities to dispel magic will come into use in the battle, it appears.
The templars will be ready when the battle begins, Grey Warden.
You will have your army.
What do you want to do?
Start Fight!!!
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They were once considered only formalities.
With so many having forgotten their commitments to us, I suspect it may be a good idea to have something to remind them with.
<emp>Visit the merchants or watch the Provings</emp>
Your father, King Endrin, has arranged for a feast to celebrate your appointment as Orzammar's newest commander.
However, you have several hours before your father will be ready to present you to the other nobles.
You may visit the merchants who have set up shop in the Diamond Quarter, or watch the Provings that are being held in your honor.
The Proving Grounds are one tier down from the Diamond Quarter, in the Commons.
I remind you that you speak to the king of Ferelden!
Don't worry, Duncan.
You must both be eager to reach your tents.
Have you any news before I go?
Can we skip the introductions?
It's been a long trip.
They do not live there, nor would any sane mage trespass as deeply into that realm as the Black City, which lies at its heart.
I don't remember encountering darkspawn in the Fade.
Let me get back to that.
Not that it was easy, but yes.
**   **
I merely offered my opinion.
Been keeping safe and well behaved, I hope?
That's right, you two, quit standing about!
Come on boys, the little whore needs to learn her place.
Oh.
That sounds... interesting.
Um...
Here?
Years ago, I wanted to join the Chantry as a scholar, but Father wouldn't hear of it.
Well, I don't.
Forget I said anything.
Ah, no, of course not.
They are not in the places you have yet seen.
I can show you, if you wish.
Err... no, I think not.
Noble Man
Noble Woman
Dwarven Noble
My lady.
Are you heading to the Proving Arena?
Ha!
That depends on what kind of life you've led.
Me, I'm perfectly willing to accept that this Joining is some kind of punishment.
Isn't that a little paranoid?
Ah, my friend.
Enjoying the festivities so far?
Quite, quite...
Have you heard about tomorrow's assault on the darkspawn burrows?
Who hasn't?
They say they are going to strike a blow at the horde, but rumor has it they are actually searching for Branka.
The Paragon?
Why search?
The ancestors have risen her up to join them.
You don't think she's still out there?
Impossible...
My lord.
Are you heading to the Proving Arena?
Yes.
I intend to watch the Provings.
Why do you ask?
Gorim, I do not remember addressing this man.
Royal Escort
We have been charged with the task of escorting you to the Proving grounds.
You are not to address the Lady Aeducan unless spoken to first.
Forgive me, Ser Gorim, I meant no offense.
Back to your duties.
But ser, this <emp>is</emp> my duty.
I am to escort our new commander to the Proving grounds.
You are not to address the Lord Aeducan unless spoken to first.
I was considering it.
I clean forgot about that.
Forgive me, I should have informed you sooner.
The king decided you are not to travel through the commons unguarded.
What?
Why?
I am quite capable of walking safely to the Proving.
Ridiculous.
I do not need an armed guard.
Very well.
If it will please my father.
I did mention the merchants that won permits to show their goods in the Diamond Quarter?
There were only so many permits auctioned off, and quite a few were turned away.
Your father fears you will be harassed on the way to the Proving.
Will we be leaving then?
We are at your command.
We will be here.
Excellent.
I grow weary of these merchants.
Tell him to wait until I'm ready.
This is silly, but I will comply.
He could have provided me with a more impressive entourage.
Do you wish to leave for the Proving grounds, my lady?
Do you wish to leave for the Proving grounds, my lord?
I will wait here until you are ready to leave.
I am ready to leave.
Why don't you take a break?
Tell the guards to be ready, Gorim.
I want to leave.
Your wish is our command.
We will take a break when we are done here.
For now, we are here to serve.
You heard the lady.
You heard the man.
The Lady Aeducan may take as much time as she likes.
The Lord Aeducan may take as much time as he likes.
Then let us leave.
All right.
I shan't be much longer.
Good.
You know your place.
As do we all.
Aeducan Shield
The shield has been pitted and scarred by the claws of countless darkspawn, but the ancient seal of House Aeducan can still be clearly seen.
Aeducan Signet Ring
A heavy silver ring bearing the mark of House Aeducan.
What about that one?
I doubt he's up to the task.
I'm not going down that road again.
Oh, I would love to end up with a redhead!
Would that Ser Blackstone were a noble, hmm?
Stand up straight!
They're coming!
I think you have an admirer, young man.
Nan is threatening to leave.
Please!
Go while you have the chance!
Good luck on managing this castle in the coming months.
I imagine it shall be very difficult.
Hello again.
Is there something you would speak on?
We soil our drawers, that's what.
If it does, leave it to us.
I want no heroics from either of you.
The battle is about to begin.
Once I leave, move quickly.
You'll have less than an hour.
Of course.
Even the best-laid plans go awry, so do what you must.
I trust you both.
Just not enough to actually fight with the rest of you.
<desc>Chuckle</desc> There will be plenty of battles, Alistair.
Be patient.
I will be fighting beside the king with the rest of the Grey Wardens.
Again, at his request.
That is not your choice.
If King Cailan wishes Grey Wardens to ensure the beacon is lit, then Grey Wardens will be there.
We must do whatever it takes to destroy the darkspawn... exciting or no.
I get it.
I get it.
Just so you know, if the king ever asks me to put on a dress and dance the Remigold, I'm drawing the line.
Darkspawn or no.
I have my dignity.
Well, some.
For you, maybe.
But it has to be a pretty dress.
I happen to be quite fetching in a dress.
Me shimmying down the darkspawn line?
Sure, we could kill them while they roll around laughing.
How much time do we have?
Are we in any danger?
Where will you be?
I agree with Alistair.
We should be in the battle.
Stop your whining.
We have an important job.
Way to take a stand, Alistair.
I think I'd like to see that.
You have some odd ideas about the king.
I don't know.
That could be a great distraction.
A full Grey Warden, I hear?
Well done!
Too bad about them other two.
Duncan said they were sent home in disgrace.
Hail!
You must be the Grey Warden recruit that Duncan brought.
This place hasn't seen such bustle in centuries, I'll wager.
Need a hand getting anywhere?
Not far.
It's straight ahead, just past the royal encampment.
Most of your fellows are in the valley with the army, but the recruits seem to be staying up here for now.
Try heading north.
I think he was sent with a message to the mages.
Used to be a fortress, long time ago, so I understand.
Back in the days when the Wilders used to invade the lowlands.
You were just on the eastern side of the ruin.
The Tower of Ishal is there, but Teyrn Loghain's closed it off until the battle.
This side is the king's camp.
We got the Grey Wardens here, the Circle of Magi, the Chantry... you can't swing a dead cat without hitting somebody important.
Quartermaster.
He's just a bit to the northwest.
Probably in his tent.
He and Teyrn Loghain are on the southwest side of the camp.
The king likes to spend time with his soldiers, though, sometimes even without his bodyguards.
Drives Teyrn Loghain wild, that does.
A few mages, yes.
They even brought those creepy quiet fellows, the Tranquil.
Gives me the shivers when they talk, all cold and even.
They're to the north of here, bunched up with a herd of templars glaring at them.
Can't miss it.
This is Ferelden, isn't it?
The king has his kennels on the west side of camp.
Stinks from all the hounds.
These aren't cute puppies, though--some of those dogs bite the darkspawn and get too much of that blood in them...
It's like poison.
Slow, painful death.
Terrible.
Somewhere I can direct you?
Where is Duncan's tent?
I'll be on my way.
I'm looking for a Grey Warden named Alistair.
Tell me about Ostagar.
Is there anywhere to get supplies?
Where is the king?
The Circle of Magi is here?
Do I hear dogs barking?
I'm fine, thanks.
Tell me, Ser Gilmore, has my pup collared that dog yet?
Ser Gilmore, see that it gets done.
The Proving Master
By chance, I am beginning to teach these young squires about your family's history.
Yeah, I remember something about an age in there.
Changed your mind, have you?
I'm relieved.
The only way to help him is to get him muzzled.
You're the one who wanted to kill the beast.
I'd like to help him if I can.
Mabari are rare and valuable creatures.
Why not shoot him with a bow?
I'll do it.
This is my fault.
My son has died defending my honor...
I am sorry for your loss, Ronus.
It was the ancestors' will.
Yes, the ancestors..
I...
I am sorry.
Excuse me, my King.
What would you like?
The Landsmeet is over and it has been decided that Queen Anora shall rule Ferelden, with you as her king-consort.
Queen Anora will lead Ferelden, and you, her Grey Warden, will lead her armies.
The Blight will not prevail against the strength of a united Ferelden.
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Ancient Treaties
These documents, promising aid in times of Blight, bear what look like the seals of kings.
Vial of Darkspawn Blood
It hisses and bubbles.
Hopefully, the flask can hold it.
Wilds Flower
A white blossom with a deep red center.
It smells of honey.
Water
A flask of relatively clean water.
Food
Some sort of biscuit.
It's rock hard.
Key to Mages' Chest
An ornate key in questionable condition.
Oddly enough, it's a little warm...
Where would you like to start?  You can only jump forward in the plot (except when returning to the King's camp to add Alistair).
Start in the King's camp. (Skips the opening cutscene and conversation.
Speak to Duncan to start the plot.)
Start in the Korcari Wilds.
Start in the night version of the King's camp (after Wilds).
Start in the signal tower.
Start at the top of the signal tower.
Orzammar Royal Palace
We leave immediately for Ostagar to join with the human forces facing the darkspawn hordes, led by King Cailan.
Ancient Scrolls
These are faded, but still legible.
Each one bears a different seal.
Perhaps he will be a good influence on her.
Oh, mistress!
There are rats in the larder!
Big ones!
It looks like the dog killed them.
So you... mentioned you had a son?
What happened to him?
I honestly don't know, Alistair.
He was... taken from me.
Sadly, no.
They are kin to neither the gentle Fade spirits nor the malevolent demons.
Shamefully, they were once the souls of men.
So darkspawn are just dream spirits?
I've heard that.
Didn't something bad happen there?
Such births are seldom, as there are ways to prevent it, but it does happen.
And any child born to a Circle mage belongs to the Chantry.
I... didn't know.
I'm sorry.
It's all right.
It was a long time ago.
A very long time ago.
Do you think about him?
All the time.
Couldn't you do something about it?
Do what?
I was weak from the birthing process and there were... no, there was nothing I could do.
Wynne, is this yours?
Archery Target
Oh, my bag of components!
Thank you, dear....
I was wondering where it got to.
You left it by the fire, at camp.
Oh... yes, I remember now.
How age creeps up on you, and brings with it forgetfulness...
You're a great mage, Wynne, and you're sharper and wiser than many people I know.
Some young ones too.
Ah, but you should have seen me fifteen, twenty years ago... the fires have dimmed somewhat, since then.
But thank you, Leliana... for picking up after this old lady.
What do you need to do?
Jump to an area.
You are a male!
You are a female!
I don't know what gender you are!
You are a warrior!
You are a rogue!
You are a mage!
I don't know what class you are!
You are a human!
You are a dwarf!
You are an elf!
I don't know what race you are!
What would you like to do?
Do something in the King's camp (day version).
Speak to all henchmen and add Alistair to party.
Do something in the King's camp (night version).
Get food for prisoner.
Get the key to the mage's chest.
Start strategy meeting
(Start over.)
Do something in the Korcari Wilds.
Get darkspawn blood.
Get the treaties.
Heal dog
Jump to Flemeth's hut.
Get flowers.
Do something not specific to an area.
I'm all done.
I wish to speak to you of a matter most urgent.
You're a fool.
Congratulations on your commission.
Your mother would be proud.
Where would you like to start?
Start in Flemeth's hut (after Signal Tower).
Start at the end of the Prelude.
The finest in home decorations!
Silks from the human lands!
Invest in the next great trade expedition!
Only the freshest food for your noble table!
Most exotic wares in Orzammar!
Nothing beats a good set of steel cutlery!
Why did the king have to die?
Nobody can protect us!
We can't escape the Blight!
There's no hope.
We're all doomed!
He's right.
What will we do?
Why is this happening...?
Start ritual.
Jump to the ruins. (Kills all 
(  ) Kill all hostile creatures in the area.
What a pussycat.
Everyone's saying how the Grey Wardens betrayed the king during the darkspawn fight.
Got him and themselves killed.
Go on!
On your way!
We've got work to do!
The guards were all killed by darkspawn.
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If you want Bhelen to support you in your surface war, you'll have to help him take the throne.
I wouldn't keep the prince waiting long.
Be quick about it, then.
<emp>Help Branka reach the Anvil of the Void</emp>
You found Paragon Branka, far beyond the Dead Trenches.
She has agreed to settle the dispute over Orzammar's throne, but she wants you to help her reach the Anvil of the Void.
Ah, hello.
Well, who would have imagined...
Ambassador, welcome.
I must admit; I'm impressed.
Your Highness, you honor me.
Welcome to your new house, little sister.
Or shall I address you as "Ambassador?"
Welcome to your new house, little brother.
Or shall I address you as "Ambassador?"
My big sister, back from the dead, not only a Grey Warden but also an official of Ferelden.
My big brother, back from the dead, not only a Grey Warden but also an official of Ferelden.
Have your agents accomplished what I asked?
You have proven yourself an invaluable ally, your Highness.
It... it's her!
The one who defiled the temple!
It...
It's him!
The one who defiled the temple!
Murderer!
May Andraste strike you down!
Metal Door
Another side mission away from the main force?
Thrilling.
You freed beloved Andraste.
Thank you.
Our children and our grandchildren will always remember your great deeds.
There is so much work to be done, especially after... hmm...
I should not speak of that.
May Andraste's blood always guide your path.
Adden, Father Kolgrim has asked for bandages and herbs.
Gather these things and bring them to the temple.
But I was to help with the pyres and--
You have been asked to serve.
See to it.
Yes...
I am sorry for my impertinence.
Andraste forgive me.
Ah.
Is there anything I might do for you?
Your arrival was... disruptive, but what you have done for us marks a new era, one we look forward to.
I bid you farewell.
How goes it in Haven?
I would like to trade, please.
Perhaps another time.
I am glad to hear it.
Goodbye.
It... it's you!
They call you the deliverer... they say you freed Andraste!
Yes, I... this was my brother's shop, before he... before you...
It was my brother's fault.
He did not recognize you as Andraste's champion.
You are the new shopkeeper?
Please, look at your leisure.
You're back!
If there is anything--<emp>anything</emp>--I can do for you, just... just say it.
They say you got rid of that nasty spirit.
Did you stab him?
You freed Andraste from that spirit.
Kolgrim made you one of us.
I guess that makes you all right.
All right, all right.
You don't need to be so unfriendly.
I'm not here to tell you stories.
Begone.
He really wasn't that nasty.
Why are you following me around?
I've never been to the temple.
I think when I'm older, I'd like to look after the young ones.
That would be fun.
Who do you think will take Father Eirik's place?
Once I saw Andraste leaving the mountain.
She's beautiful.
I admit that I did not see Andraste's champion in you.
Shows what I know, eh?
Haven will continue as always.
Things do not change here.
Mistakes were made because you were lost, but now you are found, and have been given a place in Andraste's sight.
That is all that matters.
Try the shop.
It is right over there.
Then Andraste's blessing go with you.
What's going to happen to Haven now?
Why so friendly?
I killed many of your fellows, you know.
Can you tell me where I might get supplies?
Ah, but we are far from the politics of Orzammar here, and you have no brothers to interfere this time.
The last time I got sidelined like this, I ended up exiled.
We consign these remains to the cleansing flames.
Though the body perishes, the spirit endures. 
Beloved Andraste, accept the spirits of our brothers and sisters.
Purify them in your fire and make them whole again. 
Lift them up to stand beside you, in our Maker's halls.
A moment of silence now, for our lost fellows.
No... no, stop!
Don't come close!
I know who you are.
They call you the deliverer but you've killed so many... 
Stay away!
B-Beloved Andraste, I pray for the souls... of Eirik, of Jaren, my husband, and Aleena, my sister...
For all who died in Your service.
Take them into Your arms, my Lady, and comfort them.
I... pray for forgiveness, for fearing that my Taryn will also be taken from me like this.
Please, beloved Lady, I am small and faithless.
Grant me wisdom and courage to see that...
Taryn would be blessed to die in Your name...
Please, give me strength...
The Grey Warden tent is across the bridge.
Find me there, if you wish.
Who did you complete Task 1 for?
Who did you accept Task 1 from?
Dulin (Harrowmont)
Vartag (Bhelen)
Both
Carta Shop
<desc>Pants heavily</desc>
<desc>Angry barking and growling</desc>
Your hound is making so much noise!
He seems so angry!
I didn't do anything!
He woke me up with his barking!
<desc>Frantic, angry barking</desc>
I'm going to see if someone's in the hall.
Wait here.
I'm going to see if there's something out in the hall.
Nothing!
His barking woke me up, too.
But he's so upset!
And so loud!
Maybe you can ignore him, but I can't.
Why is he so upset?
But listen to that barking!
Can't you make him stop?
But why is he barking in the first place?
Something's got him riled.
I thought I heard yelling when I woke up, but now I hear nothing.
I'm sorry, I've been trying to quiet him, but he won't have it.
I don't know why he's so angry.
<desc>He stares at the door and growls.</desc>
My lord!
Help me!
The castle is under attack!
My lady!
Help me!
The castle is under attack!
<desc>Sigh</desc> Look at that mess.
How did he even get in here?
Wait, do you hear that?
Oh, encourage the hound, why don't you?
No wonder he keeps giving Nan fits.
<desc>More barking, spinning around in place</desc>
He does seem like he's trying to tell you something.
Wait, do you hear that?
What did you do to him?
Oh, just ignore him.
I could put him out in the hall.
Perhaps something is wrong.
What's wrong, boy?
Is someone out there?
I've had just about enough out of you, today!
Are you hearing rats again?
Go after them, already!
Enough!
You are a bad boy!
Do you hear me?
What a smart boy you are!
Oh, yes, you are!
Sit right there!
I'm not putting up with this.
Are you trying to tell me something, boy?
Andraste's blessing on you.
Kolgrim was right to trust you.
You shouldn't tell anyone about us.
<desc>Groans</desc> Andraste deliver me!
My legs!
Just kill me... why wasn't I just killed...
<desc>Groans</desc>
So much blood... so much.
I cannot talk.
They need me.
Please, out of my way.
You did all this... and yet we are supposed to be thankful that you came.
I'm busy, please, let me be.
Andraste is testing me.
I know it.
I need more herbs... more bandages.
Andraste be with you in this time, my brother.
It will be all right.
Hush now... it will all be over soon.
Sleep... sleep and you will feel better.
Oh, Andraste, please help us.
There are so many...
Oh, so much preparation!
I have to gather the right team, the right equipment.
And with this Blight and the trouble in Denerim, the Chantry simply cannot spare any templars.
I'm afraid I will have to wait until all this is over.
This is where you come in, yes?
No, I haven't been able to go back.
I am re-reading all the books and manuscripts though&
Having been there, some cryptic passages are finally making sense!
He would be as excited as I.
Such child-like enthusiasm, that boy.
Anything I do from now on, anything I discover, I shall dedicate in his memory.
Oh, come by anytime you like.
After all, I owe this all to you.
Why are you still here then?
Have you learned anything more about the Urn?
Why haven't you left on the expedition?
Don't you wish Weylon was here?
I shan't disturb you further, Brother.
We must fight for our lives!
Where did they come from?
How did they get here so quickly?!
Help us, Grey Warden!
Stand fast!
We fight for Ferelden!
Ortan Records
This ancient registry is preserved in some kind of wax.
It charts births, marriages, and deaths within House Ortan.
The most recent date is from four hundred years ago.
Smuggled Lyrium
A carefully wrapped package of refined lyrium.
It seems to emit a strange, low hum.
Promissory Note for Lady Dace
These promissory notes prove that Harrowmont gave the same land to both House Dace and House Helmi.
Imrek's Letter for Bhelen
A letter addressed to "King Bhelen of Orzammar", proposing an alliance between Ferelden and Orzammar.
It bears the seal of Loghain Mac Tir.
Finger Bone Token
This finger bone token will open the door to Jarvia's hideout.
These darkspawn corrupt the earth.
The air turns to blackness.
Even if they are defeated, can we ever return home?
The forest failed to protect us.
Our gods deserted us.
There is no protection here, either.
In the Wilds, we are eaten; here we starve.
Is there no end to our "fortune"?
The carnage we left in the Wilds was horrifying.
Fair skies and fat purses, friend.
The Blight is coming and I need Orzammar's assistance.
Where is Bhelen?
I have unfinished business with him.
Paragons?
Charred Corpse
Sounds like Bhelen and Harrowmont are the ones to talk to.
Can a city function like this?
Gas Valve
Table
Don't let me stop you.
I don't have the steel to try you, but you may want to watch yourself around those who do.
I'm not just an elf, I'm a Grey Warden.
I'm not a merchant.
I'm a Grey Warden.
Dinner's not ready yet, and don't ask!
It'll be served when it's done, and that's that!
Now shoo!
Out of my kitchen!
I'd better not catch you trying to serve brown bread to the guests again, Helena, or I'll have your hide.
We'll need white sugar for those cakes, Helena, not barley sugar.
They're for the arl.
Here, Carela, taste this.
Tell me if it's in need of any more spice.
Someone keep those cats out of my cream!
I'd better not see one speck of black on those loaves, Carela, or it's back to the scullery with you.
Four cups flour, three cups lard.
Now bring it over, child, and be quick.
What do you mean we're out of eggs?
Don't those chickens know they're laying for an arl?!
Helana, how many times I gotta tell you before it make it through that pointy skull?
Bank the coals at night or the stew don't cook!
Excuse me.
I have to dust the arl's sitting room.
The Chamberlain disapproves of us.
If Lady Isolde hadn't brought me into this household from Redcliffe last year, I'd never have been given a place.
I beg your pardon, ser, but I really can't be seen standing about.
The housekeeper will have my head.
Good day.
I'm a chambermaid, ser.
I empty chamber pots and change linens.
Now and then I dust, just for variety's sake, you understand.
No, I'm from Redcliffe.
Lady Isolde brought me here to be her chambermaid last spring.
I've family here, though.
Excuse me.
The lady queen has summoned me to see to her unmentionables.
Well, not much.
Just, "May I air that for you, my lady?" She's brought a maid of her own to wait on her.
I haven't seen many elves around here.
What do you do here?
Are you from Denerim?
You've spoken to Queen Anora?
Warden, I am not surprised it has come to this.
You have torn this nation apart to oppose my lord, and never once tried to understand why he is a hero to Ferelden.
But do not think you will get past me to desecrate the Landsmeet itself.
The nobles of Ferelden will confirm my lord as regent, and we can finally put this to rest.
Once you are gone.
Do you mean to talk me into betraying my lord?
There are not such words in all language to make that happen, Warden.
Now, let us end this.
I'm aware that he has changed...
It has been difficult for him to realize his own countrymen would turn against him.
I'm not surprised he is bitter.
But he is still a great man.
One of the best Ferelden has seen.
You think to impress me with Maric's name?
I served Maric and Loghain both.
Two brothers were never closer.
I will not believe my lord would ever have betrayed that trust.
You say that with such... such righteousness.
Loghain used to have that ring in his voice.
He has not sounded that way in many months now.
It is not... so clear an enemy when it is your own people you fight.
What was he supposed to do?
You and Eamon, you were harassing him at every side, forcing him to empty the treasury to fight you.
He never wanted a civil war.
After Cailan died, everyone was supposed to rally, come together to fight the darkspawn without crying to Orlais for aid.
He never anticipated Maric's bastard would challenge the throne and force this war.
Cailan was a fool!
He grew up a spoiled child in his ancestors' palace.
He never knew what it was to be hunted, to starve.
Maybe the Grey Wardens killed him, or maybe my lord let him die of his own foolishness.
Either way, it may have saved Ferelden.
You think war is simple, don't you, Warden?
You only fight monsters.
No one sheds a tear over the death of an ogre.
Torture is an ugly business.
But sometimes it's the only way to learn what your enemy intends.
And it is much harder to tell who the enemy is when all of them look like you.
Fine!
You're right!
What would you have me say, Warden?
Loghain is a great man, but his hatred of Orlais has driven him to madness.
He has done terrible things, I know it, but I owe him everything.
I cannot betray him, do not ask me to!
A challenge I meet gladly.
I wish I had died at Ostagar rather than live to see this moment.
Stop him, Warden.
Stop him from betraying everything he once loved.
I cannot.
I swore an oath to die for my lord.
To arms, men!
I... will not stop you, Warden.
Please... show mercy.
Without Loghain, there would be no Ferelden to defend.
I am not so blind as you think, Warden.
I saw the tension between Cailan and Loghain.
My lord is a man of fierce passions, none fiercer than defending this land.
If Cailan threatened that...
But whatever he did, it was only in defense of Ferelden.
I can end the threat you pose to Ferelden!
You have torn Ferelden apart to oppose the very man who ensured you were born into freedom.
And Alistair.
If you were even remotely worthy of being called Maric's son, you would already <emp>be</emp> in the Landsmeet, now wouldn't you? 
I will not stop you, but ask no more of me, Warden.
This is the most I can do.
Don't speak to me.
I'd be too tempted to violence, and I'd rather not offend our new king so soon.
The queen has allowed me to join her personal guard.
I'll keep her safe.
Andraste watch over you, Warden.
Do you really not see what Loghain has become?
Would a great man let Arl Howe torture his subjects?
Turn aside.
Serve your queen and save Maric's throne.
His own people were the ones imprisoned and tortured.
To support his war, he's sold his own people into slavery.
How can you support the man who killed your king?
How do you justify letting Arl Howe torture his subjects?
Then you will share his death!
Then let me stop him.
You know it's the only way.
Put down your weapons and let us pass.
So now you admit Loghain may have killed him?
Stop talking and show me what you can do with that thing.
I hope all the accommodations are to your liking, Warden.
Please let me know if anything is troubling you.
His lordship has gone ahead to the palace.
Please.
I beg you.
Do not leave him alone there any longer.
Ah, Warden.
I trust you've made yourself comfortable.
This is Erlina.
She's--
I am Queen Anora's handmaiden.
She sent me here to ask for your help.
Or perhaps the young lady prefers to speak for herself.
I am here for Loghain's daughter, not for Loghain.
Their interests are not so similar as they once were.
The queen, she is in a difficult position.
She loved her husband, no?
And trusted her father to protect him.
When he returns with no king and only dark rumors, what is she to think?
She worries, no?
But when she tries to speak with him, he does not answer.
He tells her "not to trouble herself."
Because you do not want Loghain ruling Ferelden, and if Anora can speak at the Landsmeet, her voice would sway many nobles.
Yes.
That is what she hoped you would say.
Loghain, he has said much about the young Grey Warden who survived.
He is worried, no?
We may have no choice but to trust Anora.
The queen is well-loved.
If Loghain succeeded in pinning her death on me...
I'm not sure that's a risk we can afford to take.
And who would tell them?
Me?
An elf, escaped from Orlais?
What Fereldan noble would listen to my words?
Rescue my queen and I promise, she will reveal all... and at the time when it will hurt Loghain most.
I have some uniforms.
Arl Howe hires so many new guards every day, a few more will not cause much stir.
Why don't we ensure Loghain won't have us all executed first, and worry about how to celebrate later?
Good.
Because it's likely to be your last rest for a while.
Who's that?
Speak fast or you'll be returned to Loghain in pieces.
She works for Loghain's daughter.
She's a spy!
Why would Anora ask us for help?
So, she'd rather side with us than her husband's murderer?
I'm still not seeing where our "help" comes in.
Are you saying the queen believes Loghain killed Cailan?
Give me one good reason to believe this crazy story.
Would Loghain kill his own daughter just to frame Eamon?
We have to get her out of there.
We should expose his plot against Anora to the nobles.
You're right.
We have to help.
Why should we trust her?
This could all be a set-up.
So, what do you propose we do?
Actually, I was hoping for silk sheets and candied grapes.
Yes.
Very nice.
Maybe if I drop a couple of good plates, they won't make me dry them anymore...
We had a whole wagonload of potatoes so rotten, they didn't even sour!
They just crawled away!
She don't have to yell.
I heard her the last six times.
My mother says elves have the clap!
What's the point in scrubbing the pots if they just get dirty again?
Can't talk now, ser.
Mistress Agatha would have my hide.
Of course it does.
Do you think me heartless?
But how much worse would I be to calmly stay at the side of a man who murdered my husband?
A harsh judgment, but not untrue.
He was.
And far happier in the field than in the throne room.
It seems a strange word to describe a marriage our parents arranged when he was newly born and I still in swaddling clothes.
But, yes, I loved him. 
He was reckless, impetuous and charming.
Had he not been king, he would have made a dashing rogue for a band of players.
We were a good pairing.
He would not have wanted the burden of ruling any more than I would have liked remaining the silent wife in my husband's shadow.
They would not believe it, most of them, even from my lips.
Loghain is the hero they've looked up to their whole lives.
Far easier to believe you or me a liar than him a murderer and tyrant.
That's why it will be critical to find some way to discredit him before the Landsmeet: We must have proof of my father's crimes for the banns, or they will never believe us.
Do you want me to try my luck at fortune telling?
There was an old woman who read palms in the village of Gwaren when I was a child.
She told me that I would have ten children and be bald as a winter heath when I grew up.
I can't say that I put much faith in foretelling.
What will happen depends much on you, Warden.
But you certainly knew that already.
Ah... well, he was once a farmer when he was a boy, if you can believe it.
I never could, myself.
He's useless with plants, for one thing.
I remember my mother once asking his help with a sick rose vine.
My mother oversaw the rose gardens personally.
He touched it--no more than that--and it shed half its leaves like a dog with mange.
She never asked for him to help with her roses again.
He bought her another one, though.
He carried it back from Denerim with the branches overflowing his saddlebag.
Despite the thorns tearing him bloody, he wouldn't let anyone else take it.
He wanted to be the one to present it to her.
My father has his faults, Warden, but he is far from common.
Well?
Have you spoken to my lucky betrothed yet?
Or will we be reduced to passing notes?
Well do so, and quickly.
I would like to have this settled before the Landsmeet.
I have spoken with Alistair.
Perhaps this mad betrothal won't be quite the curse it first seemed.
Does it make you uncomfortable siding against your father?
We should tell people what really happened to Cailan.
Cailan was a fool, but he didn't deserve his death.
I met with Cailan at Ostagar.
He was a good man.
Did you love Cailan?
What do you think will happen after the Landsmeet?
I still need to speak to him.
Tell us, Warden: How <emp>will</emp> the Orlesians take our nation from us?
Will they deign to send their troops, or simply issue their commands through this would-be prince?
Where is the famous steadfastness of the dwarves?
How much did it cost the empress to buy your loyalty? 
And once we open our borders to the Chevaliers, can we really expect them to simply return from whence they came?
If it's a story, it's a true one.
The south is fallen, Loghain!
Will you let darkspawn take the whole country for fear of Orlais?
The Blight is indeed real, Wulff.
But do we need Grey Wardens to fight it?
They claim that they alone can end the Blight, yet they failed spectacularly against the darkspawn at Ostagar, and they ask to bring with them four legions of chevaliers.
I knew Maric, and if he had another son, he would have acknowledged it openly.
In fact, none of us had heard of any other heirs to the throne until you arrived, Warden.
I doubt that's accidental.
So one of Cailan's killers would dare speak of betrayal?
You led our king to his death with your grandiose tales of griffons flying into battle.
You goaded him into making that charge!
He <emp>believed</emp> the tales, Warden!
He thought that your handful of men would turn the tide for him, strategy and consequences be hanged!
What would you have me do?
Cailan's was not the only life in my hands.
Should I have sacrificed the entire army for his mistake?
Do not imagine you can shame me with Cailan's death.
He was Maric's son.
My king.
No one regrets his loss more than I do.
By all means let us speak of Anora, Warden, for this is a matter close to my own heart.
What have you done with my daughter?
No one disputes that the Blight is real.
The only question is whether or not we believe that only Grey Wardens may end it.
For all your claims, your exalted order failed spectacularly to defeat the darkspawn at Ostagar.
Does anyone expect you to fare better against the archdemon?
If he were a true son of Maric, I would not hesitate to swear fealty to him.
But I see nothing of Maric in this pup.
There is no saving the Alienage.
Damage from the riots has yet to be repaired.
There are bodies still rotting in their homes.
It is not a place I would send my worst enemy.
There is no chance of holding it if the Blight comes here.
Despite what you may think, Warden, I have done my duty.
Whatever my regrets may be for the elves, I have done what was needed for the good of Ferelden.
Howe was responsible for himself.
He will answer to the Maker for any wrongs committed in this life.
As must we all.
But you know that.
You were the one who murdered him.
Whatever Howe may have done, he should have been brought before the seneschal.
There is no justice in butchering a man in his home.
Warden, Cailan was Maric's son.
Had there been <emp>any</emp> chance of reaching him at Ostagar, I would have fought to my last breath to save him.
But was I to sacrifice thousands of other lives when I saw that hope was gone?
You Grey Wardens with your stories of valor.
Stories of heroic single-combat with archdemons.
You made Cailan believe war was an easy matter of riding out in his new armor and collecting a victory that sat ripe and waiting for him.
His death was only the beginning of your crimes here, Warden.
What have you done with my daughter Anora?
You took my daughter--our queen--by force, killing her guards in the process.
What arts have you employed to keep her?
Does she even still live?
I believe I can speak for myself.
Lords and ladies of Ferelden, hear me.
This Warden has slandered and defamed Ferelden's greatest hero in a bid to put an imposter on Maric's throne.
My father will always do what must be done for Ferelden. 
And it is clear to me now that you will not.
Did he?
Are you certain of that?
I know my father.
He would never do less than his utmost for the sake of his country.
But I needed to know <emp>your</emp> mind, Warden.
You could have proven yourself an ally of Ferelden.
It is unfortunate for all of us that you did not.
It has become clear to me, Warden, that the true threat to this nation is you.
I offered you the chance to ally with me for the good of this nation, and you refused it.
I will not allow you to destroy the throne Cailan and I have held.
Who here can say that Anora is not fit to rule this land?
And who can say that this Alistair is?
We know nothing of him save that he <emp>may</emp> have royal blood.
For five years Anora has been queen, and proven herself worthy of the Theirin name.
She can lead our people through this crisis, and I can lead her armies.
Lords and ladies of Ferelden, hear me.
My father is no longer the man you know.
This man is not the hero of River Dane.
This man turned his troops aside and refused to protect your king as he fought bravely against the darkspawn.
This man seized Cailan's throne before his body was cold and locked me away so I could not reveal his treachery.
I would have already been killed, if not for this Grey Warden.
So the Warden's influence has poisoned even your mind, Anora?
I wanted to protect you from this.
My lords and ladies, our land has been threatened before.
It's been invaded, and lost, and won times beyond counting.
We Fereldans have proven that we will never truly be conquered so long as we are united.
We must not let ourselves be divided now.
Stand with me, and we shall defeat even the Blight itself.
I'm with Loghain!
Who else could defeat the Blight?
Loghain, I'm with you!
This... bodes ill for us all.
The Landsmeet has spoken. 
Following these Grey Wardens has cost us our king.
We must not allow it to cost us our country.
I charge Eamon, Alistair, and this Warden with treason. 
Take these traitors outside to await execution.
To arms!
We will not be taken without a fight!
Someone escort my daughter back to her room.
Take the traitors outside to await execution.
I stand with the Warden!
The Blight is coming; we need the Grey Wardens!
Traitors!
Which of you stood against the Orlesian emperor when his troops flattened your fields and raped your wives?
You fought with us once, Eamon.
You cared about this land once.
Before you got too old and fat and content to even see what you risk.
None of you deserve a say in what happens here!
None of you have spilled blood for this land the way I have!
How dare you judge me!
Then let us end this.
Dragon's Peak supports the Warden!
No lesser man can lead our armies to victory.
I stand with Loghain.
The Warden helped me personally in a& family matter.
The Warden!
I'm with the Warden!
This is war.
Did you believe it would be like the old tales: knights with pennants flying over battlefields where all outcomes are decided simply and with honor?
War is cruel.
Every soul who fought alongside Maric knows this.
And in it, there are no such things as innocents, only the living and the dead, and the degrees of guilt both bear.
Sacrifices were made.
If they were too great, the Maker will judge me for it.
But enough of this.
I have a question for you, Warden: What have you done with my daughter?
I assure you, Warden, if I were going to send someone, it would be my own soldiers.
I would not trust to the discretion of an apostate. 
I neither know nor care who Eamon has offended enough to warrant assassination attempts.
I do, however, very much want to know what you've done with my daughter.
The Warden speaks truly!
My son was taken under cover of night.
The things done to him... some of them are beyond any healer's skill.
How much Fereldan blood does Orlesian gold buy these days?
What did they offer you?
How much is the price of Fereldan honor now? 
I suppose we both knew it would come to this.
A man is made by the quality of his enemies.
Maric told me that once.
I wonder if it's more a compliment to you or me.
Enough.
Let the Landsmeet declare the terms of the duel.
It shall be fought according to tradition: a test of arms in single combat until one party yields.
And we who are assembled will abide by the outcome.
Will you face me yourself, or have you a champion?
I think the odds might be <emp>slightly</emp> in his favor at a test of strength, but it is your right to choose.
Prepare your champion, and let us end this.
Then prepare your champion, and let us see an end to this.
Then let us test the mettle of our would-be king.
Prepare yourself.
It is you or me the men will follow.
So let us fight for it.
Prepare yourself. 
When we first met at Ostagar, I would never have thought so.
But Ostagar seems like it happened in another lifetime, to someone else.
Agreed.
Let there be no further bloodshed in the Landsmeet.
Yes, if it will avoid further bloodshed.
But it must be fought according to tradition: by strength of arms only, in single combat, until one party yields.
Do you accept the terms?
Ah, Warden...
No.
I'm afraid we can't leave the fate of all Ferelden up to your dog.
Anyone with a leftover ham bone could buy his allegiance.
Choose someone else.
You know, I could have said that.
My friend, reconsider: Even if we defeat Loghain and all his allies here, we still cannot put Alistair on the throne.
We cannot move the army against the Blight.
If we are to salvage anything from this Landsmeet, we must accept the duel.
I don't think we have a choice.
I'll accept the challenge.
Why not?
It's been done in the past.
How do you think King Calenhad got his crown in the first place?
Though you may count my honor as worth less than nothing, Warden, we are standing before the nobles of Ferelden.
They will judge us both by our actions here.
Your champion has won.
I concede.
So, there is some of Maric in you after all.
Good.
Forget Maric.
This is for Duncan.
I underestimated you, Warden.
I thought you were like Cailan, a child wanting to play at war.
I was wrong.
There's a strength in you that I have not seen anywhere since Maric died.
I yield.
Wait!
There is another option!
The teyrn is a warrior and general of renown.
Let him be of use.
Let him go through the Joining.
What does loyalty matter?
We are what we are.
The Joining binds us to the darkspawn.
You know this.
If you were to forswear your oath and flee today, you'd find yourself in the Deep Roads or the Blight-lands, given time.
You'd seek them out, or they'd seek you. 
There are too few of us.
It's not a matter of what we <emp>like</emp>; it's a matter of what we <emp>must do</emp>.
Our duty is to slay the archdemon.
We aren't judges.
Kinslayers, blood mages, traitors, rebels, carta thugs, common bandits: Anyone with the skill and the mettle to take up the sword against the darkspawn is welcome among us.
There are <emp>three</emp> of us in all of Ferelden.
And there are... compelling reasons to have as many Wardens on hand as possible to deal with the archdemon.
The Joining itself is often fatal, is it not?
If he survives, you gain a general.
If not, you have your revenge.
Doesn't that satisfy you?
Absolutely not!
Riordan, this man abandoned our brothers and then blamed us for the deed!
He hunted us down like animals.
He tortured you!
How can we simply forget that?
You can't do this!
My father may have been wrong, but he is still a hero to the people.
Anora, hush.
It's over.
Stop treating me like a child.
This is serious.
Daughters never grow up, Anora.
They remain six years old with pigtails and skinned knees forever.
Father--
Just make it quick, Warden.
I can face the Maker, knowing that Ferelden is in your hands.
I will.
I owe that to Duncan.
So it is decided.
Alistair will take his father's throne.
Wait, what?
No!
When did this get decided?
Nobody's decided that, have they?
He refuses the throne.
Everyone here has heard him.
I think it's clear then, that he abdicates in favor of me.
I hardly think you're the appropriate person to mediate this, Anora.
Warden, will you help us?
As the arbiter of this dispute, what is your decision?
Who will lead Ferelden?
My husband, the king-consort, the general of my armies, and the hero who will save Ferelden from this Blight.
Are you mad?
You think I would marry my father's murderer?
If you will not accept the Warden's... unexpected and <emp>generous</emp> offer... then Alistair shall be king.
What?
This is a joke, right?
Right?
Why aren't you laughing?
It will <emp>never</emp> happen.
Not even if the Maker Himself appeared in this room and commanded it.
What she said.
It is certainly a possible compromise.
My strength and skill as a ruler and your... your... 
I have a nice smile, I'm told.
Mm.
That will have to do, I suppose.
I believe this is what King Maric wanted, to see his blood tied to my father's to begin a new line of Fereldan kings.
We do.
I believe this is what King Maric wanted, to see his blood tied to my father's to begin a new line of Fereldan kings.
Right. <desc>Sigh</desc>
But I...
I mean...
I-I did swear an oath.
What I mean is, I'm-I'm all for founding a new line of kings, but... well, there's the Blight....
What the king is trying to say, my lords and ladies, is that he will be taking the field with his fellow Grey Warden to do battle with the archdemon.
Uh, yes.
That.
Plans change.
Nothing could convince me to marry my father's murderer.
Thank you, Warden.
You were wise not to disrupt Ferelden's governance any further in a time of such crisis.
My first act as queen must be to insist on receiving Alistair's oath, before all the Landsmeet, to relinquish all claim to the throne for himself and his heirs.
Oh, I <emp>never</emp> wanted it.
I mean... yes.
Of course.
Happily, in fact.
And now, lords and ladies of Ferelden.
There is still a Blight to defeat and armies to gather, and I appoint this woman to lead us in both.
We will not allow this land to be further threatened by the archdemon.
Gather your forces and await the Warden's command.
Gather your forces and await the king-consort's command.
And now, lords and ladies of Ferelden.
There is still a Blight to defeat and armies to gather, and I appoint this man to lead us in both.
This is where I wake up, usually.
Or everyone points and laughs because I have no clothes on...
Anora, the Landsmeet has decided against you.
You must now swear fealty to our king, and relinquish all claim to the throne for yourself and your heirs.
If you think I will swear that oath, Eamon, you know nothing of me.
What kind of something?
We cannot leave Ferelden in a state of civil war.
We must have unity.
If she will not swear fealty to you, Alistair, and renounce her claim to the throne, she is a threat to us all.
What do you want me to do, exactly?
Kill her?
I can't do that.
I guess... put her in the tower, for now.
Lock her up.
Maybe we can find somewhere to send her.
Later.
Very well, then.
Guards, take her away.
Your Highness, would you address the Landsmeet?
Oh... that would be me.
Right, um...
I never knew him, but from all I've heard of my father, what defined him was his commitment to protecting this land.
Maker's breath...
Everyone, get ready to march.
It's going to take all of Ferelden's strength to survive this Blight.
But we <emp>will</emp> face it.
And we'll defeat it.
We'd better get going.
Ferelden is depending on us.
Ferelden is depending on you all.
I was getting there!
Anyway, the Blight.
Yes.
I may be Maric's son, but I am also a Grey Warden.
I took an oath: I swore I would stand and fight the darkspawn, no matter the cost to myself.
I can't break that oath just to wear the crown.
I have to go with my fellow Warden to face the Blight.
When the Blight is over, I'll come back and take up my duties... whatever they are... as king.
Until then, I think Arl Eamon will have to be my regent.
Then I can do Maric's memory no less honor than you do.
I accept.
And may the Maker bless your efforts against the darkspawn.
My fellow Grey Warden will, I hope, take Loghain's place as the leader of my armies.
Shall we finish this thing together?
Right.
The Blight is coming.
Nobody can deny that now.
As you know, the archdemon has been spotted.
The Blight is real, and threatens to consume us.
All of you, gather your forces and await the Warden's command.
On the morrow, we shall begin our struggle against the greatest threat Ferelden has ever faced.
And we shall triumph over it, for we <emp>are</emp> Fereldan!
All of you, gather your forces and await the king-consort's command.
Until then, I shall stay in Denerim, and rule in my husband's absence, as I did for Cailan.
But I trust Alistair shall reach a more heroic ending.
Reason clearly had nothing to do with <emp>your</emp> choice, Warden.
I prefer to think of it as having staunch determination.
Was there a point you wanted to make?
I'd be happy to discuss this later.
Perhaps after my coronation?
I expect nothing.
I have done what I deemed necessary for Ferelden.
I assume you will do the same.
I'm glad that you can take time from deciding the fate of our nation for this.
I have never had the smallest doubt.
Warden, there's no doubt on this subject.
Alistair would be a disastrous king.
I can lead Ferelden.
I have proven this.
Strange, I feel like I'm back at the abbey, trying not to get chosen last for the sparring teams.
She seems to want it, anyway, and I know I don't.
So... yes?
Maybe?
I don't know.
Hmm.
On the one hand, she did almost have us killed.
On the other hand... no, there is no other hand.
Don't make her queen.
Are there people who are ready for that sort of thing?
But I guess... if it comes down to it, I'll do my best. <desc>Groans</desc> I think my stomach just twisted up into a knot or something...
Well, I guess your options are: give the crown to the woman who double-crossed us, or give the crown to me.
Thrilling, I know.
I guess you have to choose between Anora and me, right?
Frankly, I think you should give her the throne.
I've never wanted it.
But it's up to you.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I have a recurring nightmare that sounds just like this... all right, yes.
I guess it's decided, then.
Joining the Wardens is an honor, not a punishment!
Name him a Warden and you cheapen us all!
I will <emp>not</emp> stand next to him as a brother.
I won't!
Some things can't be undone or forgiven.
This goes way beyond having spotless honor, we aren't talking about a minor hiccup in his past!
Loghain is a traitor!
We need him like we need to be stabbed in the back!
Or have you forgotten how his being a great general didn't help the last time?
He's being childish.
How many generals do you think Ferelden <emp>has</emp>?
We can't afford to lose any of them to Alistair's tantrums if we want to survive the Blight.
Oh, but we could afford to lose a king?
And the entire army that was abandoned at Ostagar?
Whose tantrums cost us all that, I wonder?
I didn't want to be king.
I still don't.
But... if that's what it takes to see Loghain get justice, then I'll do it.
I'll take the crown.
Listen to this!
Can you see how disastrous a king he'd be, putting his own selfish desires above the needs of his country?
You can't seriously support him.
You thought--no.
Just... no.
Did you take a blow to the head?
I'd rather marry the archdemon!
Not even if the Maker Himself appeared and commanded it, Warden.
You thought--you know what?
Fine.
I don't care anymore.
Let Loghain take the Joining.
I'm done with the Wardens.
I'll stay here, marry Anora, and be king.
And <emp>I</emp> thought the whole idea was to bring Loghain to justice!
Funny how plans change, isn't it?
You'd throw away a very <emp>fortunate</emp> alliance for petty revenge?
Perhaps Ferelden is better off without you, Alistair.
And <emp>I</emp> thought you weren't going to stab me in the back.
Funny how nothing ever turns out like you thought.
Alistair, compose yourself.
Fine.
You want Loghain in the Grey Wardens so badly?
Then I'll be leaving the Wardens to marry Anora.
Yes, I do.
You left me no choice; I'm sorry.
Watch me.
This can be discussed later.
We are keeping the Landsmeet waiting.
You're siding with her?
How could you do this to me?
You of all people?
I'm not talking about Anora!
What's wrong with you?
He's repeatedly tried to kill us both, and you side with him over me?
What is wrong with you?
I thought we were friends.
Now you're siding with the man who killed Duncan!
This isn't just about the kingship.
I guess I always knew I didn't deserve to be so happy.
I just... didn't expect you to agree.
Especially in front of all of Ferelden.
Isn't it?
I don't know.
I'm not sure I know what's true anymore.
All I know is I can't let this pass.
Not and still live with myself.
I'm not.
I'm perfectly lucid.
I will not stand beside Loghain.
And neither should you.
I-I can't do it.
I can't.
Ask me for a pound of my flesh, or all the gold in Orlais, but don't ask me to accept that monster as a brother.
I guess I don't have any choice, do I?
I'm leaving.
I'm afraid it's not so simple as that, Alistair.
You already got what you wanted.
Your murdering father gets a place amongst the Grey Wardens.
What else could you want from me?
Your life, unfortunately.
So long as you live, rebellions can be raised in your name.
Our land cannot endure another civil war.
I must call for your execution.
Did someone replace my fellow Grey Warden with a pit viper when I wasn't looking?
Oh.
I see.
So I'm another sacrifice for Ferelden, am I?
You know, I must not have heard that right.
I could have sworn you just ordered my death.
What happened to you?
Can you hear yourself?
I'm going to be thrown on the pyre along with Duncan and all the others, am I?
Nothing I did counts for anything?
Guards, take him away, please.
This is what you would ask?
Very well.
Though I think it a mistake.
Alistair, you may leave on condition that you swear before this Landsmeet that you renounce all claim to the throne for yourself and all your heirs.
That's what it'll take, huh?
Fine.
I don't want anything to do with this place or any of you people.
Ever.
I swear it.
Time for me to go.
Time for me to go.
Good luck.
You'll need it if he actually survives the Joining.
You heard Anora.
I do, or I get to join Duncan.
Nice, huh?
Have fun ending the Blight... or whatever.
I guess you made your decision, right?
So goodbye.
I...
I guess this is goodbye.
I had no idea it would end like this for us.
That does make it easier.
This wasn't my idea.
I had these dreams... they don't matter now.
Take care of yourself.
I didn't just hear you say that.
You're going to let him live?
After everything he's done?!
Kill him, already!
The Blight is the threat here, not Orlais!
You fled the field at Ostagar and left Cailan to die.
Yes, let's talk about loyalty: To Alistair, your king.
You expect us to believe a man who sold elves as slaves?
Convenient for you to kill the only legitimate heir, then.
I'm not the one who betrayed Ferelden!
You were the one who fled the battle and left him to die.
And yet you tried to steal the throne from his widow.
How can you think the Blight is not a serious threat, then?
Then you should atone by supporting Maric's remaining son.
You sold Fereldan citizens into slavery to fund your war.
Then you should be supporting Maric's son.
So you admit now that the Blight is real?
You allowed Rendon Howe to imprison and torture innocents.
What do you know about justice?
You left Cailan to die.
We're discussing <emp>your</emp> crimes here.
What have I done?
I've protected her from you.
I knew you were working with Loghain.
He tried to kill you!
Listen to Anora, Loghain is power-mad!
The queen speaks the truth.
Loghain is not to be trusted.
How can they follow that traitor?
But nothing's been decided.
What happens now?
Hah!
You lose.
If you want a fight, Loghain, you'll get one! <act>Attack</act>
Call off your men and we'll settle this honorably.
The Landsmeet is against you, Loghain.
Step down gracefully.
I knew the people of Ferelden would do the right thing.
Is there justice in selling elves to Tevinter?
No?
Then why did you send a blood mage to poison Arl Eamon?
My mabari will be my champion.
Morrigan will be my champion.
Wynne will stand as my champion.
Leliana will be my champion.
Shale is my champion.
Zevran will fight for me.
Oghren will be my champion.
Sten is my champion.
Alistair is my champion.
I'll fight this duel myself.
Yes.
My mabari will be Alistair's champion.
Morrigan will fight.
Wynne will fight.
Leliana will fight this battle.
Shale will fight.
All right, Zevran will fight.
Oghren will fight, then.
Sten will fight.
Alistair will fight.
Fine, I'll fight.
We accept.
Morrigan will fight for Alistair.
We accept.
Wynne will fight for Alistair.
Yes.
Leliana will fight for Alistair.
He accepts.
Shale is Alistair's champion.
Yes.
Zevran will be Alistair's champion.
He does.
Oghren will champion Alistair.
Yes.
Sten will be Alistair's champion.
Alistair accepts.
I will be his champion.
Alistair accepts.
No.
We refuse.
No, this is crazy.
The nobles will really let a fight decide Ferelden's future?
After what he's done, Loghain will fight a fair duel?
Fine, we'll accept.
You'll die for what you've done.
Would that even work?
He's not exactly loyal to us.
No, that's crazy.
You want to make him a Warden?
Why?
No.
Loghain has to die for his crimes.
I can't.
I can't do it.
Alistair, you should be the one to do this.
Yes, I can settle this.
I shall rule at Queen Anora's side, as her husband.
I believe Alistair and Anora should marry and rule jointly.
Alistair will take the throne himself, then.
I believe Alistair and Anora plan to marry and rule jointly.
Queen Anora.
You'll have to do something about her, Alistair.
Is that necessary, Eamon?
Shut up and put on the damn crown.
Just tell them what to do.
Get to the Blight, already.
We will beat this Blight, as Cailan dreamed.
Have them get the armies moving.
I could do no less, my king.
Anora, be reasonable.
I want to speak with Anora first.
I'd like to speak with Alistair as well.
You're sort of a ruthless bitch.
I'm actually impressed.
Do you expect me to support you after what you've done?
No, I just wanted to say it.
Are you prepared for this?
Are you sure it's what you want?
Who do you think I should choose?
I need to talk to Alistair first.
I'm ready to choose.
I want to talk to Anora as well.
Should I choose Anora?
Do you think you're ready to be king?
What do you think I should do?
You really think I should choose her?
Riordan has a point, we should put him through the Joining.
Not all of us have spotless honor, you know.
We need all the help we can get, Alistair.
So that's it?
You or him?
Anora will be queen, and I'll rule beside her.
I thought maybe the two of you could marry.
Fine, Alistair will be king, then.
I thought the two of you were going to marry?
Good.
Let's get on with this.
You don't have to leave us.
You can't just stop being a Warden, Alistair.
You're right.
Anora, take the crown.
Even you think she'd be a better ruler.
I'm trying to do what's best for Ferelden.
I thought you hated the idea of being king.
That's not true.
Alistair, don't be hysterical.
Why does this have to be the end?
Anora is right.
Sorry, Alistair.
No.
You owe me a boon.
Let him go, Anora.
You can come back if you change your mind.
You'll always be welcome, Alistair.
You don't have to leave.
You can still change your mind.
Don't go.
I stand by Alistair.
He'll be the new king.
I accept your surrender.
Well, well.
The Grey Warden.
I must say I'm surprised Eamon would condone you invading my castle and murdering my men.
Is he losing faith in the persuasive powers of his Landsmeet?
You should have left when you had the chance, Warden.
Slunk off to the Anderfels to hide with the rest of your kind.
Loghain's plan is to save Ferelden.
From real threats, here and now.
And after certain upstarts are brought to heel, he will end the Blight you go on about.
Something your pathetic order of second sons can't seem to get done.
Ferelden needs a king who has <emp>known</emp> command.
With the proper advisor at his side, of course.
Please.
Cailan was a symbol, the coddled idea of the royal bloodline.
He wasn't a real <emp>leader</emp>.
This Landsmeet is a farce.
Loghain will triumph and you will die.
Perhaps, but it has served me so well.
Well, well.
Bryce Cousland's little boy, all grown up, and still trying to fit into daddy's armor.
I never thought you'd be fool enough to turn up here.
But then I never thought you'd live, either.
Isn't that precious.
Is this where I lament the monster I helped create?
You're still so very new to this.
A clumsy appeal, child.
He was a traitor to me and a coward to his nation!
Trips to Orlais, gifts from old enemies; all while I sank in obscurity.
I thought Loghain made it clear that your pathetic family is gone and forgotten.
Your parents died on their knees, your brother's corpse rots in Ostagar, and his brat was burned on a scrap heap along with his Antivan whore of a wife.
And what's left?
A fool husk of a son likely to end his days under a rock in the Deep Roads.
Even the Wardens are gone.
You're the last of nothing.
This is pointless.
You've lost.
I made your mother kiss my feet as she died.
It was the last thing your father saw.
Meet my sword and try to change <emp>that!</emp>
And what's left?
A fool husk of a daughter likely to end her days under a rock in the Deep Roads.
Well, look here.
Bryce Cousland's little spitfire, all grown up and still playing the man.
Maker spit on you...
I deserved... more...
Dress it up if you want, you still helped murder our king.
I know your game.
No more words. <act>Attack</act>
You lie, Howe.
To yourself most of all.
You're a parasite.
After this, I'll kill your wife and son, too.
After this, I'll kill your wife and daughter, too.
Why betray us, Howe?
My father was your friend!
Glad to disappoint you.
It won't be the last time.
You won't forget.
Their memory drove me to you.
I know your game.
No shadows, no lies.
Just you and me.
They said to retreat.
The horn sounded and we turned and then the screams...
We rode and they screamed and screamed and--
The light!
Mother, you brought the light!
Mother, can you smell the blood?
They said it was only darkspawn, but we ate them too.
They died and we left them.
In the swamp.
The witch.
The witch!
Save me!
The poor soul was obviously torn by guilt from Ostagar.
Whatever they did sent him over the edge.
Safe.
Is there a safe?
Perhaps next door...
Do you suppose he actually saw my mother there, or is he just blaming her in his madness?
He's obviously mad.
I don't think you'll get anything more out of him.
I said no.
I said no; I said no; I said no; <emp>I said no</emp>!
I swear allegiance to King Cailan of Ferelden, King Cailan of corpses...
I'll put you out of your misery. <act>Kill him</act>
Shut up!
You're driving me mad!
What do you mean retreat?
Were you at Ostagar?
Shh.
It's all right.
I'll put him out of his misery. <act>Kill him</act>
You're free now.
Go somewhere safe.
Maker have mercy on Your faithful servant.
Grant me a place at Your side.
Grant me the cleansing flames.
Andraste, Bride of the Maker, have mercy on me.
Are... you real?
He sounds like he's in lyrium withdrawal.
He's got all the signs: Confusion, weepiness...
He probably doesn't even know what he's saying.
If the grand cleric knew he were in here, she'd be spitting hot coals.
Nobles don't have authority over templars.
Was this supposed to be a lesson?
Did my father think it funny to leave me for so long before sending you?
I take it you are not here on my father's request, then.
I am Oswyn, son of Bann Sighard, of the Dragon's Peak Bannorn.
If you aren't one of our soldiers, pray tell me, who should I be thanking for my rescue?
I suppose at this point, any enemy of Howe's is a friend of mine.
One soldier returning from Ostagar was my wet nurse's son.
We have been friends since birth.
He told me his unit was ordered to turn their backs on Cailan at Ostagar... <emp>before</emp> the darkspawn overwhelmed him.
The next day, he disappeared.
When I went to search for him...
I accepted a drink from a stranger and ended up here.
It is hard to imagine anyone with the power to take Loghain down.
I do not know whether to thank you, or curse that I cannot put the pincers to him myself.
You have my heartfelt gratitude and, I assume, the gratitude of the entire Dragon's Peak Bannorn.
If my father sent no one after me, I can only assume that he does not yet know the true colors of the snakes he has allied with.
But if you talk to him, I'm certain he would offer you any reward you might ask.
Then there is a Landsmeet after all?
Howe said the Arl of Redcliffe was dead, and the Landsmeet called off.
I swear, if there be any forum to speak out against Loghain, my father will be there.
Now, please, I must try to get to him.
I...
I cannot see the last of this place too soon.
Then ask what you will.
I care not.
All I want is to see my father again... and let his chirurgeon see to my hands.
I can tell you little.
Only how I came to be here.
Maric's bastard?
Then I need not question why you're here, for your friend's claim to the throne is the greatest threat to Loghain's regime.
Then I have no question about why you would come, Warden, for it is your men who have suffered the most here.
All right?
You taunt me with such a question.
After what they've done, I doubt I'll ever be able to raise my arms again.
All right?
What do such words even mean?
Still, I owe you my life... and now that I look, I see you bear no livery from my father, so... to whom should I direct my gratitude?
You move in august company, stranger.
Then...my father didn't send you?
Don't leave me here!
Get me out of here!
That's an order!
Does that mean there's a reward for saving you?
That doesn't matter.
Just tell me why you're here.
I swear, Loghain will not get away with this.
Loghain grows more ruthless the closer the Landsmeet draws.
I killed Arl Howe.
Your pain has been avenged.
Why was Arl Howe torturing you?
Will your father side against Loghain at the Landsmeet?
I don't know...I can ask quite a lot.
All I want is information.
I am <FirstName/>, here for the rightful king Alistair.
I am <FirstName/>, of the Grey Wardens.
Unless your father's Arl Eamon, he didn't send me.
I thank you for creating such distraction, stranger.
I have been waiting weeks for this opportunity.
You never hear music in the sound of a key turning in a lock until you've been imprisoned.
Perhaps introductions are in order, if only so you never call me that again.
I am Riordan.
Senior Grey Warden of Jader.
And you... must be Duncan's last recruit.
Yes, you match his description.
It seems to me the first order of business is to leave this place.
It will do neither of us good to be caught at the site of a massacre.
This is hardly the best place to talk.
I will seek you out later--after I find a good physician.
At Arl Eamon's then. 
And good luck...
Brother.
And good luck...
Sister.
We've been staying with Arl Eamon, at his estate.
If you need a place to stay, I'm sure he'd make you welcome.
Yes.
These are my records.
The names of the dead I could recognize at Ostagar.
What I could find of Duncan's own recruitment records.
Copies of the Joining ritual I rescued from our Denerim vault.
Those should never be seen by any outside eyes, but I trust in their encryption.
The Grey Wardens have long maintained a vault in Denerim, with spare supplies for battle.
It is protected by a coded lock.
When I went there recently, it had clearly been tampered with -- presumably by Loghain -- but it remained impermeable.
The code is complex, but I will sketch it out for you.
You can find the vault in the Market District.
In the northern alley past the Gnawed Noble Tavern.
Help yourself to anything you find inside.
For your actions, you more than deserve to be considered the ranking Warden of Ferelden.
Weapons, armor, anything useful in battle with the darkspawn.
Would that I could, for Ferelden sorely needs them.
But for the Joining to work, the recruit needs not only fresh darkspawn blood, but a drop of blood preserved from an archdemon.
Ferelden's supply should have been in the vault, but it was gone.
I can only imagine someone took it out and Loghain either confiscated or destroyed it.
As you know, the Joining's chance of success is slim anyway.
Loghain has done far worse to the Wardens than cut us off from recruiting.
And from the rumors flying through Denerim, removing him from the throne is already your plan, no?
The Grey Wardens have been out of favor before.
It has always behooved us to guard our secrets with a certain amount of misdirection.
Take the vault, for instance.
Because I wasn't there.
I was sent from Orlais when we received no word from King Cailan.
With an offer of hospitality and a poisoned chalice.
I was fool enough to think Loghain didn't yet know who I was.
For the most part, attempting to hold my tongue.
I was sent when we received no word from King Cailan as to the outcome at Ostagar.
The king had invited all the Wardens of Orlais and their support troops to join him, then... nothing.
We had two hundred Wardens and two dozen divisions of cavalry.
The first we heard of Loghain's edict was when everyone was turned back at the border.
That was when the rumor reached us that Wardens were being blamed for the massacre.
We finally decided it was safest to send someone alone, to learn how best to fight the Blight and this regime simultaneously.
As a native Fereldan, I volunteered to make the crossing.
The other Wardens won't risk their strength fighting Ferelden's civil war.
If they spend themselves against Loghain, there is truly no hope.
They recall accounts of the first Blight, how many cities fell.
If Ferelden is too foolish to save itself, at least we'll be ready when the archdemon leads its forces further.
But perhaps if the edict can be lifted...
I will send a message as soon as we are gone from this place.
Besides, I hear you haven't been doing badly at raising an army yourself.
Do you think you could--Alistair?
Is that you?
Who...?
Wait.
I do know you.
You were at my Joining.
I'm Riordan, senior Warden of Jader, but born and bred in Highever and glad to be home.
I'm glad you made it safely away.
I hear Howe's death has already brought no small amount of cheer to the city.
Good luck to you, then.
We will have to talk again when the Landsmeet is more settled.
When I'm well enough, I'm going to continue my journey toward Ostagar.
Hopefully, I will be able to trace the heart of the Blight and where the archdemon itself abides.
If we want to defeat this archdemon, we need to know where it is and how soon it might strike.
Well, I'd be happy to tell you what I know, but it seems to me that you've picked the important parts up yourself.
Be firm in your beliefs, protect people from their own ignorance, and be as loyal as you can to your brothers, even knowing you'll share their deaths.
The important thing to remember is, none of that matters.
When you're facing darkspawn, all you need to know is to stop them at all costs.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see Arl Eamon's physician.
I have a burn on my back that's stinging something fierce.
Archdemons don't awaken on their own, you know.
It takes the darkspawn, tunneling and tunneling, searching for centuries, to find one.
And with no one to lead them, it must be sheer chance, or maybe instinct which leads them.
What's surprising isn't that it take so long between Blights; what's surprising is that they succeed at all.
But I imagine the old gods call to them, and it's that voice in the darkness which drives them through so many generations.
It was near twelve hundred years ago, and no one knows for sure except that it began with a group of Ander soldiers.
Apparently, they defected from their king's army, vowing that fighting the Blight was more important, and traveled all the way to Tevinter themselves.
They were the first ones to track down the archdemon Dumat, and the ones to slay him, though none survived the battle.
But they had picked up followers by then, and it was they who formally founded the order and were recognized by Thedas.
Once only, and I'd rather not go again.
It's far, lad, and very foreign.
The Wardens there, they fight darkspawn like you and me, but they're shaped by the winters there and the forest.
They're a cold group, and don't care like they should about the rest of the world.
Their king is weak and many Anders look to the Wardens to rule.
I hate to say this, but some of them seem to want it that way.
It's far, lass, and very foreign.
It's tough to say.
Only the fortress in Weisshaupt has every record.
But there are certainly a few dozen or hundreds in every nation in Thedas.
The Anderfels are home to over a thousand.
It's almost like the archdemon chose Ferelden deliberately, knowing how unguarded it is.
We went through our Joining together, more years ago than I like to remember.
He was exactly the same back then -- tough as stone and just as grizzled.
I think he understood, sooner than the rest of us, how ugly a choice it is to let the few be sacrificed to protect the many.
Always left himself a soft spot for his recruits, though.
Only way he ever let himself down.
It's located just off the Market District.
In the northern alley past the Gnawed Noble Tavern.
I'll sketch out the code which will let you past the lock-wheel.
Inside, you can take your pick of whatever equipment remains.
It is the stockpile the Wardens have kept for centuries for the defense of Denerim.
The code I gave you should let you inside easily enough.
Hello again, friend.
It looks as though you're no worse for the wear after your stay in Fort Drakon.
Best of luck.
Await my word as to the archdemon's plan.
Impressive moves there, old man.
What can we do now?
Is there more you can tell me about the Wardens?
Can I get into the vault?
What kind of supplies are in there?
The Joining ritual?
Can you induct other Grey Wardens?
Then we need to get it back.
Encryption?
Why weren't you killed at Ostagar?
How did Arl Howe capture you?
How large a force did you bring with you?
But the archdemon's nearly here!
Will we have no help?
I really should be going.
What are your plans now?
I was hoping I could learn a bit more about Grey Wardens.
I guess that's all for now.
Why has it been so long since the last Blight?
How were the Wardens founded?
Have you ever been to the fortress in Weisshaupt?
How many Wardens are there?
Did you know Duncan very well?
I need to get going.
Could you tell me about that vault again?
What month is it?
Are you some enemy of Arl Urien's?
Please...
I feel like I've spent half my life down here.
Of... of course not, ser. 
Will... will I have to flee the city now?
The arl won't like it if I escape, but--never mind.
I'll leave you to your, uh, business.
Of... of course not, my lady.
Rebellion...
I-I know my kinsmen were unhappy with the arl, but I can't imagine a rebellion...
The arl's son... he abducted my bride on our wedding day.
When I tried to rescue her...
I don't remember.
She was screaming, and he was laughing, and I charged at him... and woke up here.
I don't know if she's even still alive.
Dead?
Then who's ruling...?
His son Vaughan... he struck me down, and I woke up here.
People were so angry.
They were thinking of petitioning the king...
There have been... many changes since they caught me.
I...
I need to find out what happened.
I-I need to get home.
Or... or flee the city.
I...
I thank you for your aid, stranger.
I wish I had more than gratitude to offer.
What in the name of the forgotten gods are you doing here?
You're going to leave me here?
Again?
Curse you, Cousin!
May you be struck down and left to rot!
What a relief to know you care.
And when exactly did you think I'd get out?
Been having a good time playing Grey Warden, Cousin, while I've been rotting here for <emp>your</emp> crimes?
I mean <emp>you</emp> trying to make a deal with your own would-be rapist, and never thinking he'd turn it against you.
I mean <emp>you</emp> trying to make a deal with your own bride's rapist, and never thinking he might stab you in the back over it.
I mean <emp>you</emp> saying we both killed Vaughan, and then leaving me to hang.
I mean <emp>you</emp> killing Arl Urien's only son, and then kept your mouth shut while they blamed it on me.
Wonderful, great.
I'm sure it's been an adventure.
And what was he going to do?
I was being blamed for killing the arl's own guards, then robbing him blind.
Now are you just going to stand there gaping, or are you going to let me out of this bloody cell?
I was being blamed for killing the arl's son!
Then you have forgotten.
I thought you might have when month after month passed and you never came to find me.
I'm so touched you remember.
I'd thought perhaps you'd forgotten me.
That guard always carries the key.
Now are you going to get me out or not?
Please, help me!
I've been here so long...
I hope you end your days in a cell just like this!
Why didn't you come for me sooner, Cousin?
I waited and waited.
You had the Grey Wardens on your side, you could have taken it to the king.
I thought, "She'll find a way."
And then it just dragged on and on.
I-I don't even know how long I've been down here.
I-I heard something about... the arl is dead?
You're right.
I hear more guards down that way, and I don't want to be here when they notice you.
I think I'll lay low.
Alarith should be willing to give me shelter in his store.
You sound very human when you say that, Cousin.
As if months of my life, all the pain and the rotten food and the insults and the torture, as if it's something you can buy.
You owed me my freedom.
That's all I want from you.
Sorry, Cousin.
You can't buy me that easily.
Now I need to get back to the Alienage and find out what's been happening to Valora and my family.
My <emp>real</emp> family.
I suppose that's no more than you owe me.
But don't think it makes up for abandoning me here.
Oh, no!
That's what I wanted to avoid.
How... how many died?
The humans must have torn through the Alienage like a scythe.
You know my parents died in a purge.
One human girl caught in a compromising position with a few elven men, and three dozen elves were lynched.
So that's why... a lot of elves have been brought here recently, but they all disappear within a night.
Ostagar... some of the other men here were at Ostagar... they said the king was killed?
I hear things down here.
From some of the other prisoners.
But I never know how to tell what's true.
I mean, when the girls were taken, you led the charge to get them back.
I thought, "He'll never abandon me."
It's you!
Come in.
I didn't thank you before, did I?
Being stupid and hotheaded.
The old arl's son ruined my wedding.
A few of us went to take back what he stole from us.
I got captured.
I suppose I got off easy, in a way.
I lived.
Missed Teyrn Howe's purge and the plague both.
Lucky me. 
It's a plague, so they say.
I've seen a few sick people since I've been back, but I don't know how bad it really is.
You'll have to excuse me if I seem a little <emp>skeptical</emp> that a total stranger would break me out of prison for no reason.
Nothing comes without a price.
What is it you came here for?
Of course.
Good day, then.
I'm as good as can be expected.
It's sort of a shock to come home and find things this way...
We're shy of strangers here.
It's rare they bring anything but trouble into the Alienage.
Arl Howe led troops in here to celebrate his appointment to the arling of Denerim.
No one's certain how many people died.
And when the soldiers left, the plague took over.
Between the civil war and Ostagar, the city doesn't have enough soldiers left to seal the Alienage.
And only elves and refugees have gotten sick.
I'm sure that if anyone important gets the plague, the Alienage will burn.
Some men from Tevinter have come with magic that protects you from getting sick.
I guess so.
I'd expect templars here, otherwise.
I don't know.
You can only find out for certain if it <emp>doesn't</emp> work.
And no one wants to put it to a serious test.
I wasn't sure you'd show up here.
I'm sure you've already had enough of the warm alienage welcome.
She went home to Highever.
Her family spent all of her bride-price on her travel back.
Well, there wasn't anything here for her.
No husband, no relatives, not exactly a wealth of opportunity.
Shianni said, the one and only time she'd speak to me, that Nesiara was dead.
But...
I don't know any more than that.
Shianni was raving.
She went to the hospice a week ago.
They said... they said she had the plague.
I didn't believe it, I mean, she was fine!
But they took her to quarantine.
I haven't seen her since.
I don't know for certain.
But Valora seemed to be in perfect health.
I...
I think she had the plague.
Elva said something about Valora being quarantined.
Nobody else would talk to me.
Anyway, she's gone, and it's ill luck to speak badly of the dead.
She had the plague.
You know how stubborn she was; she refused to go to the Tevinters for help.
She was afraid of magic, afraid of being quarantined.
The healers took him into quarantine a few days ago.
I'm sorry, Cousin.
I don't know.
I think... they took him to the quarantine, but I can't find out for sure.
What a surprise.
Can't get out of here fast enough, can you?
All right.
It's good to see you again, Cousin.
Some men from the Tevinter Imperium run it.
It's not far from here.
Talk to Shianni, she'll talk your ear off about the blasted thing.
A house on the north side of the square.
You can't miss it, Cousin, there's a huge crowd there now.
Arl Howe led a purge.
Vengeance for Vaughan's death, they say.
I'm not sure, myself.
Most people here won't really talk to me.
The new arl led a purge...
Revenge for Vaughan's death, they say.
I don't know.
After the purge came some sort of pestilence.
It's hard to say who was killed by soldiers and who fell to disease.
Some men came from the Tevinter Imperium.
They say they have magic that protects healthy people, and they've got a quarantine for the sick.
They... they took Valendrian and your father, both.
I'm sorry.
Well, it doesn't matter now.
The damage is done.
You and I know that, but Arl Howe says "elven insurgents" killed Vaughan, and it's not like we can prove otherwise.
Cousin?
Welcome home!
Come in, come in!
We assumed you were with the other Wardens at Ostagar.
Things have been... difficult since you've been gone.
I'd try to repay you if I could, but I think you're better off not being seen with me.
What else do you want?
Did you need something, Cousin?
She spends most of her time at the hospice, screaming obscenities at the Tevinters.
You can't miss her.
Alarith wouldn't close his shop, even if the Maker arrived and started juggling in the square.
Probably.
He won't let me in the door, though.
And I doubt he'll have any kind words for you, either.
If I didn't owe you for freeing me, I'd call the guards.
So once again, you get what you want and leave the rest of us in the fire.
Well done, Cousin.
I can't believe you did all that for us.
An outsider, even.
Thank you.
Once again, you're the big hero, Cousin.
Must be nice, always winning.
You're free.
Now don't waste my time.
Were you imprisoned as part of the elven rebellion?
Why were you imprisoned here?
Arl Urien died months ago.
Get out of here.
I have no time to waste.
Was this during the elven rebellion?
The king is dead as well.
Loghain rules in his place.
I don't have time for this now.
Hold a moment.
First let's get you out of there.
Oh, blast it.
Have you been here since...?
What do you mean, my crimes?
Tons.
Almost died, then got blamed for killing the king.
I'm sorry, Soris.
I thought Valendrian would get you out.
Oh, right.
Forgot about that.
Oh, sorry.
Let me get the key.
Cousin!
But why are you imprisoned here?
Soris?
Is that you?
You should get somewhere safe.
We can catch up later.
What can I do to make this up to you?
Let me at least give you your share of Vaughn's money.
Let me at least give you some money to start a new life.
Urien died at Ostagar.
Then the Alienage turned on Vaughan.
Duncan dragged me to Ostagar.
This is my first time back.
Why were you in the dungeon?
Can you tell me what's going on here?
I don't need a reward.
Why don't you tell me what's going on, then?
I couldn't leave anyone in Howe's dungeon.
No one else here will talk to me.
Tell me what's going on here.
Nothing, I just came here to see if you were all right.
Why won't the elves here speak to me?
Why hasn't the Alienage been closed off?
What's being done about the plague?
The Chantry allowed foreign magic here?
Does this magical treatment work?
Where's Nesiara?
Why didn't she stay?
Where's Valora?
Are you sure she couldn't have been sick?
You were speaking to Elva?
Why?
She died?
Where's my father?
Where is this quarantine?
How many died?
Isn't anything being done?
It's a lie.
Howe put Vaughan in the dungeons.
But we didn't kill Vaughan!
I'd better go.
Where's Shianni?
Is Alarith still open?
Hmm, who's there?
Stay away.
You can't do this to me!
I'll have you all flayed!
I'm the arl of Denerim!
I'm Vaughan Kendells, heir to the arling of Denerim!
It's true!
Too many of our troops were lost at Ostagar.
When the riots started, Howe came with men to reinforce the garrison here.
Or that's what he claimed.
As soon as I let him into the palace, he threw me in here. "One more victim of the elven uprising," he said.
Let me out of here!
I'll do anything.
Come back!
When I get out of here, I'll find you, you bastard!
You fat whore, come back here!
Let me out!
In my room, there's a lockbox full of sovereigns.
Free me, and the key is yours.
I'm desperate, not stupid.
If I give you the key, you'll leave me here.
Here it is, now please, hurry!
Of course!
Anything, just let me out!
You know how elves are.
Every now and then they start to think they're people, and you have to put them back in their proper place.
How should I know?
They're prickly and take offense at anything.
It's only their laziness that keeps them from being trouble most of the time.
Huh!
Howe is sending elves to torture me now?
Is that his idea of a joke?
Wait...
I know you...
Listen, knife-ears, we can make another deal, can't we?
Let me out of here, and I can give you anything you want.
Just name it.
All you elves want money, right?
I can pay!
You pointy-eared scum!
Come back here!
When I get out, I'll burn the Alienage to the ground!
Do you hear me?
You knife-eared bitch!
Come back here!
When I get out, I'll burn the Alienage to the ground, do you hear me?
I realize our last transaction went... poorly.
But look at me!
I'm desperate!
Free me, and you'll have an arl's gratitude!
I don't have more than that...
Howe spent most of my fortune on mercenaries.
In my room, there's a lockbox.
The money is in there.
Free me, and I'll give you the key.
Sell it?
There's hardly anything left that Howe hasn't looted.
I don't have that much!
Howe squandered most of my fortune on mercenaries!
There's forty sovereigns hidden in a box in my bedroom upstairs.
Free me, and the key is yours.
No, open the door first, then you'll get the key.
Very well.
What choice do I have?
Now please, let me out!
I can't change the past!
Be reasonable!
What?
Are you mad?
Why would I do that?
Very well, I'll...
I'll do it.
Now open the door!
I swear, you won't regret this!
What do you want?
Just tell me!
Of course you're enjoying this.
The whole lot of you are spiteful, ungrateful worms.
Howe came with his men "to help quell the riots." Then he stuffed me down here. "One more victim of this senseless violence."
Listen, knife-ears, we can make another deal, can't we?
Let me out of here, and I can give you anything you want: coin, women, just name it.
Come back here, you bastard!
Let me out!
You stubby little ass, come back here!
You knife-eared bastard!
I'll make boots from your hide!
Come back here you stupid sow!
Let me out of here!
You stunted bitch!
Come back here!
You filthy elf whore!
When I get out of here, I'll find you!
I swear it!
Just look at this...
Howe was worse than the rioters...
We worship thee with Faith unbreaking, strive to learn each moment waking...
Blast it!
I never remember that line.
Arl Urien died at Ostagar.
Who are you?
Sure, and I'm the queen of Antiva.
Right, and I'm the king of Antiva.
What are you doing in there?
Denerim is better off without you. <act>Kill him.</act>
Nobody's missed you.
You can stay here.
Anything?
This will be expensive, you know.
Give me the key first, then I'll open the door.
In that case, you can stay there.
Thank you.
Enjoy your stay in there.
A Landsmeet has been called, I need your voice.
On second thought, you're not much of an ally.
Forget it.
Very well, you can go. <act>Release him.</act>
You're the arl's son that elf mentioned...
What caused the elves to rebel?
I should have killed you earlier. <act>Attack</act>
I'm listening.
Offer me something.
You know what I really want?
To leave you there.
Is that all you have?
This sounds familiar...
I want coin.
Lots of it.
A hundred sovereigns.
I'll settle for what you owe me, then.
Forty sovereigns.
I changed my mind.
You can just stay in there.
Sell off some of your estate, then.
Give me what you have, then.
Forty?
That's all your freedom is worth?
Forget it.
All right.
You have a deal. <act>Release him.</act>
Key first, then I'll let you out.
In that case, you can just stay there.
Thanks for the key.
Enjoy your stay in there, Vaughan.
All right.
You can go. <act>Release him.</act>
I want my wedding day back and all this undone.
Then I want you to stay in here.
If I let you out, you'll abdicate and join the Chantry.
I could just kill you.
Because I want you to suffer more.
You can spend the rest of your life atoning, or rot in here.
Oh, I was joking.
I'm not letting you out.
I <emp>will</emp> make sure you've kept your word. <act>Release him</act>
Life's a bitch, isn't it?
Nothing.
I think you got what you deserve.
I can't tell you how funny it is to see you in that cage.
Right.
You kept the last deal so well.
How did you end up in there?
I'm sorry, but we're closed.
There are a few places in the Market District that can probably serve you.
I'm sorry.
You'll have to look somewhere else.
Excuse me.
Well, I might be able to help you, depending on what you need.
They've come to deal with the plague.
What did you want to know, exactly?
They have magic that protects you.
It's fine, though, the Chantry sent a templar down the first day the Tevinters were here.
If the Chantry says this magic is safe, it must be.
Who's to say they do?
Maybe they'd let us all rot if they could.
They don't want our sickness spreading to their people.
That's why they've come. 
From the Blight.
Refugees carried the sickness here from West Hills and Lothering.
I've heard that along the Imperial Highway, there's so many dead the vultures have gotten too fat to fly.
They came to treat the Blight plague.
You did know about the plague, didn't you?
It's magic.
I suppose in the Imperium they use magic to boil water and cross the street.
The Chantry sent a templar to watch them the first day.
If the Chantry says it's safe, it must be.
It's supposed to keep you from getting sick.
If you're already ill, though... well, they take you into quarantine.
In the hospice on the corner.
Don't think they'll let you in, though.
It wouldn't be much of a quarantine if people just come and go there.
No one who's gone in has come out again.
Could be they die in there.
Could be they've recovered, and just can't come back yet.
I don't know.
Either you don't get the plague because you got their magic put on you, or you don't get it because you just got lucky.
But it can't hurt, right? 
I can't imagine that it does.
Although the mages of the Imperium are renowned for their skill, there are no spells I know of that can do such a thing.
They don't want it spreading to the Imperium.
The plague made it to Denerim from the south by trade routes, after all.
No reason it couldn't cross the sea the same way.
How bad is it?
Do catastrophes come in different sizes?
One day, your child comes home with a cough.
The next day she's fevered, seeing things, hearing voices.
And the day after that, she's dead, and it's your wife coughing.
One day, your child comes home with a cough.
The next day she's fevered, seeing things, hearing voices.
And the day after that, she's dead, and it's your husband coughing.
All you can hope is that when the last person in your house takes sick, he'll open a window--so the smell will bring someone to take your bodies out for burial.
Is that bad enough for you?
Everyone here is family, human.
I don't know what it's like where you're from, but everyone here is family.
A cousin, an uncle, a niece.
Everyone in the Alienage is family, dwarf.
I don't think I've ever seen you before.
Are you from Highever?
Redcliffe?
Welcome to Denerim.
Oh, a few odds and ends.
Just... don't mention them to the guards, would you?
Well, well, look who's here.
You know, they're hunting Grey Wardens like rats right now.
Be careful: Some around here would turn you in to the guard for a spare coin.
Don't be a stranger!
I might have a few things for sale.
Off the record, of course.
Our new arl decided Vaughan's death was reason enough to send soldiers into the Alienage.
They tore the place apart, cut down anyone who so much as looked at them.
There were bodies stacked in the square for weeks.
Lad, your father got sick.
They say it's a Blight plague, come up from the south.
He's in quarantine.
But don't worry, the Tevinters know magic better than anyone.
I'm sure they can help him.
Lass, your father took sick.
They say it's a Blight plague, come up from the south.
I'm not saying you shouldn't have done that, but... well, you shouldn't have done that.
It will only bring more trouble here.
Things are bad enough.
It's no fault of yours, lad.
Men like Vaughan and Howe don't wait for a reason to do harm.
It's not your fault, lass.
No more than Vaughan's attack during your wedding was.
There are plenty of men in this world who don't need an excuse to do harm.
When things quieted down again... well, then people started getting sick.
A little coughing at first, and in a few days, you're out of your head, seeing things, hearing things...
The whole household gets it.
In two weeks, everyone in that house is dead.
They line up out there at first light.
Some come while it's still dark.
They're waiting to see the mages.
Healers have come from Tevinter with magic to stop the plague.
I know what you're thinking, but the Chantry sent a templar as soon as they heard the word, "magic." If the Chantry didn't send these healers away, it must be safe.
Probably pestering the healers from Tevinter.
She hasn't been quite right since your wedding.
I understand being suspicious of strangers, but really... these people came to help us.
Look for the crowd, you can't miss it.
What goes on in that girl's head these days is a mystery.
You'll have to ask her if you want answers.
They came to help treat the plague.
You knew about the plague, right?
It came up from the Blight in the south.
No one's got it outside of refugees and a few alienage families.
But when it gets into a household, everyone dies.
I couldn't tell you.
She's come in here raving about the quarantine a few times, but I didn't really follow it.
You'll have to ask her yourself.
If you already have the plague, magic won't just cure you.
They have to take you away, so you don't spread sickness to anyone else.
Where do you think?
The arl's dungeon, of course.
Same place he's been since you left.
How would we do that, exactly?
The only person hotheaded enough to consider it is Shianni, and she's not going back to the arl's palace for anything.
He's holed up in your father's house.
Listen, things here are... not so good.
He's staying at your father's house.
I'm not surprised you haven't seen him yet.
With the arl's only son dead, the arling of Denerim was given to some north country arl.
Howe, I think his name is.
The new arl sent troops into the Alienage.
To teach us a lesson in deference, they said.
There were bodies stacked in the square for weeks.
Some of them are still there.
There are good people in this world who just can't sleep nights unless they can put a reason to everything that happens.
They had to blame somebody for the soldiers. 
And you weren't here, lad.
They pointed their fingers at Soris, said it was the two of you who brought this down on our heads.
And you weren't here, lass.
They pointed their fingers at Soris, said it was the two of you who brought this down on our heads.
They've spit, sworn, and thrown rocks at the lad, and that's the friendlier folk.
Soris has been staying out of sight lately.
I can't believe you'd show your face here again.
Did you really think Shianni wouldn't tell us what you'd done?
You sold her!
Sold all the girls as if they were chattel!
Get out of my shop.
I don't want to look at you anymore.
Welcome home!
When we heard happened at Ostagar.
We assumed the worst.
Have you been to see Shianni and Soris yet?
And would it kill you to let us know you're alive, once in a while?
What, is a Grey Warden too important to visit family?
As I said, the shop is closed.
You'll have to go somewhere else.
Was there something else you needed?
Did you need something else?
Of course, just keep it quiet.
I told you to get out, and I meant it.
Go before I call the guards.
Look who's here!
I heard all about what you did to those Tevinters.
Nice work!
By Andraste's burning britches!
It really is you!
I thought everyone was going crazy when they said you came back and sent those Tevinters running.
Welcome home!
I heard about what you did to those humans packing!
You'd think I'd stop being surprised by the things you can do eventually.
I just don't know what to make of you.
What, did the Tevinters just not offer you enough money to sell us out this time?
You should go.
I'll leave you, then.
I'm only looking for information.
I want to know more about these Tevinters in the Alienage.
What are they doing about the plague?
Why would Tevinters care what happens here?
Where did this plague come from?
What's going on?
Why are Tevinters here?
What kind of treatment do these Tevinters have?
Where are they quarantining people?
How long are people quarantined?
Does the magic work?
There isn't any healing magic I know that works that way.
Why would Tevinters care about a plague in Ferelden?
How bad is this plague?
I'll go.
I'm sorry.
Have you lost family to the plague?
What do you sell?
I'd better get going.
Are you still in business?
What's happened since I left?
Is my father all right?
Howe is dead, along with most of his soldiers.
But I surrendered!
I took responsibility!
If it's so bad, why is the square full of people?
What's being done to stop it?
What's Shianni up to?
Where can I find these healers?
What does she want with them?
What are Tevinter healers doing here?
What does Shianni suspect?
What quarantine?
Where's Soris?
Why didn't anyone get him out?
My father probably doesn't mind the houseguest.
Is something wrong with Soris?
Can I have a look at your wares?
Ugh...
Please, what do you want from me?
I'll go, already!
I was on my way home.
Look, I'm leaving, and you should do the same.
The knife-ears are all riled up.
I'm going!
I'm going!
Maker's breath, I'm sorry!
I knew I shouldn't have cut through here.
Bloody knife-ears...
Is that a joke?
Just leave me alone.
I'm fine.
Please, don't talk to me.
You'll only attract their notice.
Just stay away from me!
I'm leaving, all right?
You're lucky they didn't kill you.
What was that about?
Help us!
Please, we're not sick.
Let us out of here!
No, please let us out first!
Come back!
I swear, not one of us is sick!
They take the sick ones out as soon as they come in.
Please, help us!
Thank you, friend!
I don't know, and I don't want to find out.
We're leaving.
Maker keep you.
Thank you!
I knew the things they said about you weren't true.
You don't have to say that twice.
It doesn't matter.
It's obviously not true.
I mean, you're here now, right?
Helping your people!
Shianni said... well, it doesn't matter.
It's not true.
We're getting out of here.
Andraste watch over you!
They took him a few hours ago.
Through the back alley with the others.
They took him away already.
Through the back alley.
We don't know where, exactly.
Will you let us out now?
Please, I swear, we're not sick!
Just wait here.
How do I know you don't have the plague?
I'm getting you out of there. <act>Open cages</act>
Do you know what happens to the people they take?
You should get out of here.
What did they say about me?
What happened to my father?
This is ridiculous.
When is this line going to move?
Maker, how can they keep us all waiting like this?
What's Shianni ranting about now?
What's taking so long?
I just want to see the healers and go home.
This wait is endless.
Now look at this.
Do you two see something out of place here?
I don't want any trouble, I'm just on my way to the docks.
We told you to stay out of our alienage, shem.
You too good to listen to elves?
What do you want?
Money?
Money?
You think you can buy us?
You think we're so far beneath you, we'll just take whatever you give us?
I think we better explain things to him.
Someone's coming!
When they said all the Grey Wardens died at Ostagar, I prayed they were wrong.
Are you all right?
What are you doing here?
Come to the house.
There's something I should give you.
You're so like your mother...
They took him on the ships yesterday.
He's probably halfway to Tevinter by now.
He's educated and well-spoken.
They probably want him for a house servant.
I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.
You're so much like your mother.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Could be worse.
I could be on an auction block in Minrathous right now. 
I was a servant in Bann Rodolf's Denerim estate for years.
The Tevinter like their household slaves to be well-mannered and know their jobs.
She'd be... well, "proud" really doesn't describe it.
The regent?
What have you got to do with him?
Is the Blight coming?
We don't hear that much.
Loghain Mac Tir?
Are you serious?
The man's a hero!
A legend!
This isn't a good place to talk.
Come to the house.
There's something I should give you.
No.
It wouldn't be.
Of course.
Why would you have anything to do with <emp>us</emp>?
Neither did Shianni.
Why not?
Couldn't stand the competition?
Do you think that makes everything all right?
No, it's not.
It certainly wasn't fair to Shianni.
I think we're done here.
Let me get a look at you.
Maker, don't they feed you Wardens?
You're all skin and bones!
I expected looters, but I'm not missing much.
Here, this is for you.
I should have given it to you before you left, but with all the trouble, I didn't get the chance.
Ha!
You hear that, Soris?
<desc>Chuckle</desc> No, everything's fine.
If it looks a little messy, it's because I had to pull up the floorboards to get this out for you.
I had this put away for... well, for a long time.
If I'd been thinking straight at the time, I'd given it to you before you left with Duncan.
It belonged to your mother.
I think you should have it now.
I know you'll do great things.
You already do.
You're not welcome in my house.
Sit down and eat something.
Don't they feed Grey Wardens?
You're all bones.
We'll talk later, father.
You'd better get out of here.
Looking for you, of course.
Where's Valendrian?
But why?
He's an old man.
I couldn't let them hurt my family.
Why did they take you?
You really think so?
I'm trying to stop the regent.
Well, he's trying to kill me.
I need the army to help stop the Blight.
He killed the king.
Never mind.
Just go home, father.
I'm trying to stop Loghain.
I made one mistake.
I don't deserve all this.
You know, I did just save you from slavery.
That's not fair.
What did you want to see me about?
Everything where you left it?
Did Soris mess anything up while you were gone?
You said you had something for me?
Stop the intruder!
What's this?
We've got another one.
Wait... that's the one the regent's looking for.
One of the Grey Wardens!
Five sovereigns to the one who brings down the Warden!
Go join the other elves before I drag your ass over there.
Get out of my face, elf.
What are you looking at, knife-ears?
Shut up and sit down.
I've got children at home!
I can't wait out here for another day!
What's wrong, shem, did you get bored and decide to come watch the elves die of plague?
You shouldn't be here, dwarf.
Your kind don't leave the Market District. 
These foreigners say they're here to help with our outbreak of plague.
Funny thing, though, all the people they "help" disappear.
That's not true, and you know it, Shianni!
Both my sisters got the Tevinter spell cast on them, and they're fine.
Where's your niece, then?
And my Uncle Cyrion?
And Valendrian?
Why not?
The Tevinter magic is supposed to protect us from the plague.
So why can't one of us go in and see Valendrian?
They won't just let you in.
Well... there is another entrance in the alley.
There's no crowd watching, no mages, and only one guard.
Well, just be careful.
Those men are mages.
I guess it's worth trying.
I'll be impressed if those mages fall for it, though.
You can try.
Those guards mean business.
These men from Tevinter say their magic will prevent people from catching it.
But it doesn't work if you're already ill.
So they set up a quarantine.
But many of the ones they quarantine aren't sick.
These foreigners have taken dozens of elves into that house over the last few weeks, and none of them have been seen again.
One of them was our hahren, Valendrian.
And I don't know what we're going to do if we don't get him back.
If you could help, we'd be very grateful.
Nobody wants to help us.
I don't believe it.
Maker's breath!
They said all the Grey Wardens died with the king.
Everyone thought...
Valendrian even held a funeral for you.
These people say they're here to help us.
Funny thing, the people they "help" all disappear!
That's not true, and you know it, Shianni!
Both my sisters got protections from the plague, and they're fine!
What about your niece, though?
And my Uncle Cyrion, and Valendrian?
Where are they?
I'm sorry, Cousin.
I know you haven't been here... you have a lot of catching up to do, I guess.
The Tevinters quarantined your father yesterday.
I told him not to go to the hospice!
Not one elf they've taken in there has come out again.
Who knows what's become of them?
I know nobody can come out, but why not let some of the supposedly "protected" people go in?
If this magic of theirs really works, there's no reason we couldn't.
Since the army fell at Ostagar.
People came here fleeing the darkspawn, bringing Blight sickness with them.
They took him!
These Tevinters took him into that house days ago, and no one's seen him since!
They said he had the plague.
But he didn't, Cousin, he was healthy as a war hound.
And now they've got him, and won't let anyone see him.
They're educated men, Shianni; they'd know if he had the plague.
And it's not as if Valendrian would make a show of illness even if he were on his deathbed.
Just be careful.
It came from the Blight.
That's what they say, anyhow.
People fleeing the darkspawn brought it with them.
After the refugees arrived, people here got sick.
And these Tevinter vultures began circling, taking people out of the Alienage a few at a time.
I knew you'd do something, Cousin!
Maker watch over you.
They say the sickness spreading here is a Blight disease that they saw in the Imperium ages ago.
Magic can't just make it go away, but it can keep you from getting it, if you're healthy.
So every day new people line up to be magicked.
And every day, the Tevinters pull someone out of the line and take them to quarantine. 
A lot of those quarantined people make you look like you're on your last legs, Cousin.
The Tevinters take them away, and we never see them again.
Not all of them.
Some of them are obviously ill.
It's just so few seem to be sick compared to all the seemingly healthy people they take.
That's just it, Cousin!
Many of the people they take away aren't sick.
Not even an occasional sniffle.
I'm not an educated Tevinter healer.
I may not know everything, but I <emp>know</emp> that there's something wrong with all this, Cousin.
You have to believe me!
He's all that holds this place together.
Already there are fights breaking out.
If he's not here to calm things down, I think we're in for another purge.
He's... well, that's something I want to talk to you about, actually.
Ah... well, maybe we should go somewhere so you can be sitting down when I tell you this.
I know.
You don't flinch from anything, Cousin, but... 
No.
Nobody would want to hear this.
But you have to know.
Nesiara went back to Highever.
Her family spent all of the dowry your father paid on bringing her home.
Valora... well, that's something I wanted to talk to you about.
She came to the healers here for protection from the plague, and they took her to quarantine.
She was in perfect health, Cousin.
Just like Valendrian.
And your father.
The guards took him away.
Nobody's seen him since.
The humans need to make an example of someone, Cousin, and it couldn't be you.
They've... probably hung him by now.
How would we do that?
I'd be happy to lead the charge, Cousin, but... well, it's probably too late now.
He's at your house.
He was staying with Alarith, but... well, things are a little tense right now.
A lot of people blame him.
Can you believe that?
They blame <emp>Soris</emp> as if he were responsible for what the new arl did to us.
Why was it only you and Soris who came to our rescue that night?
Why not the whole Alienage?
They're stupid, scared people, Cousin.
They think that since this is the way things have always been, there's nothing to do but make the most of it.
They don't know how to change anything.
What could we have done, anyway?
The arl's got armored soldiers!
We've got nothing!
Don't bother arguing with him, Cousin; you'll be here for days.
And I still have more to tell you.
I'd probably think the same thing, if not for you.
You might as well ask why it was only Soris and Nelaros who came to our rescue that night.
Why not the whole Alienage?
Of course not.
You know how Alarith is.
But the first night Soris stayed with him, someone painted the word, "traitor" across the front of Alarith's shop.
While we cleaned that up, people pelted us with rocks and horse dung.
Soris decided it was better if he stayed somewhere else.
Some of them tried to blame you.
But it's just not <emp>satisfying</emp> to sling mud at someone who's not around to get hit.
Soris was a better target.
He wound up being the Alienage scapegoat.
It's not safe for him to even set foot outside, now.
Some of them do, but you weren't here.
And I have a meaner right hook than Soris does.
You just don't care how much trouble you bring down on us, do you?
Must be nice to be above your own people.
Who brought Vaughan here in the first place?
Tell me what we did to deserve that, and maybe I'll start caring what you think.
Idiot.
Elves wind up dead in the Market gutters every day over a wrong word, or a look, or nothing at all.
That's how it's always been.
We fight back, or we submit, but it doesn't change anything.
I'm not about to shed a tear over that butcher Howe's death.
If I could, I'd kick his grave marker and dance on his ashes.
We'd be here all day.
And I'd still have more to tell you, Cousin.
All these gifts, and it's not even my naming day.
You don't know?
Oh--of course you don't!
After you left, the regent appointed a new arl.
Rendon Howe.
The first thing this human did was march troops in here for a purge.
Some people--the stupid ones, mostly--blame you and Soris for standing up to Vaughan.
It's a fact that Howe sent the soldiers here because of Vaughan's death, Shianni.
Even you know that.
Is it a fact?
Really?
So we should take everything the humans say at face value?
We're all lazy, vulgar, thieves then?
That's what they say, isn't it?
Cousin, you have no idea... the things that happened after your wedding...
I'm babbling, aren't I?
I'm so happy to see you!
Soris said you were back, but he was such a mess, I thought he'd dreamed it.
After what you did, you've got some nerve showing your face around here again!
But...
I suppose it's worth something that you found Soris and let him out.
Ignoring that he was there because of you in the first place.
What are you doing here?
Do you even care that your father's missing?
How do you even know they're working magic?
They could just be chanting gibberish: It's not as if you'd ever know.
How can you be here?
How many of our brothers and sisters and children have these men already taken?
Didn't the wedding teach you people anything?
Nobody is coming here to help us.
We have to help ourselves.
If you're really so worried about this plague, go home!
Crowding around here is what will make you sick!
There's a side entrance in the alley.
It's got only one guard. 
Right.
Well... goodbye, then.
Fewer eyes, for one thing.
It's up to you.
Maker protect you, stranger.
Is there something else you wanted?
What happened?
Some of the elves ran out... but I didn't recognize any of them!
Where are all the others?
Back so soon, Cousin?
Valora's... the healers took her into quarantine a week ago.
Nesiara went back to Highever.
There wasn't really anything here for her, and her family spent all of the bride price they were paid to get her back.
I'd try the side entrance in the alley.
There's only one guard, and no crowd watching.
Well that's... one way of getting through the front door.
Are you all right?
What was in there?
Where is everyone?
Let me see that.
What does this even mean?
They can't be shipping <emp>people</emp>, can they?
Shipping them where?
No.
People go in, but they don't come out.
They aren't shipping anything out of there that we've seen.
How is that possible?
They've taken dozens of us into quarantine...
Where else could they be?
It makes no sense!
Please let me know if you find the others.
There must be a trace somewhere!
Cousin, you're amazing.
Which I shouldn't say to your face, because it'll go to your head.
But it's true.
So you helped after all.
I shouldn't be surprised, but I suppose I am, a little.
Thank you.
You did a good thing, here.
I hope it helps you in return.
It's a quarantine.
It can't have visitors.
I think I'll go take a look inside the hospice.
Do you have a better idea?
I wasn't going to ask.
I'll pretend to be sick.
I'll try talking to the healers.
Someone just tell me what's going on!
What do you mean "protections from the plague?"
What's happened to Valendrian?
Wait, what's this about my father?
They have my father?
I'm going in there.
Well, it's a quarantine.
People can't just leave.
How long has this quarantine been going on?
Wait, what's happened to Valendrian?
I'll go in there and see what's going on.
I'll go talk to these healers.
If Valendrian is sick, it makes sense that we can't see him.
Tell me about this plague.
All right, I'm going to have a look inside this hospice.
Well, what can the Tevinters do about a plague?
What's wrong with that?
All these people are healthy?
But why would they do that?
What good are sick elves?
That doesn't mean they aren't carrying the plague.
Let me look into this, Shianni.
Don't do anything rash.
What about my father?
Where is he?
Where is Valendrian?
I haven't seen my father anywhere.
You know I'm not easily shaken.
Just tell me.
Have you seen Soris?
I thought Valendrian would have him released by now.
I didn't think they'd keep him this long.
How can they do that?
We're supposed to be a community.
You'll never know, now.
Alarith blames him, too?
They might as well blame me, or you.
What does my father think of all this?
Why didn't Valendrian do something?
Howe is dead.
Denerim goes through arls pretty quick lately.
If Valendrian heard that, you'd never hear the end of it.
Don't hold back, tell me how you really feel.
How is that any better?
I'll check it out.
No, never mind.
Is there any other way into that house?
They were the only ones inside.
Where are Nesiara and Valora?
Is there any other way into the hospice?
I found this note...
Have you seen them bring anything out of the hospice?
I don't know.
I didn't see any patients.
There's only a few people still in there.
What day is it? <desc>Coughs</desc> 
<desc>Coughs</desc> Who's there?
Stay away!
Nothing's wrong with me <desc>coughs</desc> that a couple of pints couldn't fix.
My wife and both our daughters are gone. <desc>Coughs</desc> Someone's got to stay to watch our house.
Ten coppers for a dozen eggs!
They say it's on account of the war. <desc>Coughs</desc> The chickens aren't going to war!
<desc>Coughs</desc> What are you looking at?
There nothing wrong with me. <desc>Coughs</desc> It's only a cold.
It'll pass.
I won't go to the hospice. <desc>Coughs</desc> You can't make me!
No, you can't go inside "just for a moment," so you might as well walk right back around to the front doors.
You shouldn't be out on the streets now anyway, what with the plague.
You do that.
Hey!
Someone get out here and help me!
What's worse?
Dying of the plague or dying of hunger?
I'll take my chances with the plague, thank you, if it means I get paid.
I've been hungry.
The novelty's worn off.
Look, this is how things are.
I didn't make the Blight, or the plague, or anything.
I'm just trying to make a living.
Not enough to put up with all these questions.
What do you want?
Make it twelve, and you have a deal.
Here's the key.
I'll just forget this happened.
Six... sure.
I never saw you, and you never saw me.
Didn't I already tell you to leave?
All right, I'll leave.
Sorry, but I need to get in there. <act>Attack</act>
Aren't you afraid of getting the plague yourself?
Keeping your people from their families doesn't bother you?
How much do they pay you?
Would you let me in that house for six sovereigns?
Never mind.
I'll leave.
I've got a cheaper way in. <act>Attack</act>
I've got your twelve sovereigns.
Let me in.
Hold.
This place is full of plague victims.
No one enters.
We have the situation in hand.
It is not safe.
You would be exposed to the plague.
There's no need.
The elves must live here where the plague is spreading.
You can avoid the sickness merely by leaving the Alienage.
It would be a waste of our mages' strength when many need it more.
You will go no further.
Veras!
Saritor!
This one has the plague!
Take him to quarantine then.
We are much too busy to be spared.
Take her to quarantine then.
We are far too busy to be spared.
Of course, come this way, elf.
We must get you inside before you spread this to others.
The rest of you can go no further.
There are no visitors allowed in quarantine.
To arms!
Protect the hospice!
If he is within the quarantine, nothing can be done.
No one is permitted inside, save the sick and the healers.
Yes.
And before you ask: No, you cannot go in to see the sick.
You would carry the plague out in your clothes and your hair, even if you are protected from illness yourself.
Others would be exposed.
This name means nothing to us.
Perhaps you should take your questions to our healers.
We have come in good will from the Imperium of Tevinter to end the plague that spreads here.
Do not linger here unless you have received our mages' protection.
This plague takes the strong as easily as the weak.
It is the quarantine for the elves too sick for magical protections.
None but the sick and healers may enter.
Our magic will prevent a healthy man from growing ill, but the spell will not cure the sick.
They must go to quarantine.
Of course!
The mage-lords of the Imperium tremble in vague fear of you, and sent us into this filthy little hole in order to kill impoverished slant-eared Fereldan dog-lovers.
Begone.
We have many more elves to treat before this plague is over.
You are still here? 
Leave, if you value your health.
There is nothing here for you.
See one of the healers instead.
Quiet.
Go join the others and we will keep this civil.
Get out of my way, or I'll go through you.
Can I help?
I want to see someone in there.
Can't I get this protection spell the elves are getting?
Sorry, I'll leave.
<act>Fake a cough</act> Help me, I think I'm sick...
<act>Go with them.</act>
Forget it, I'm going in on my own terms. <act>Attack</act>
I want to see my father.
Is this where the quarantined elves are kept?
What's inside this house?
You can't keep me from going in there. <act>Attack</act>
How are you treating the plague?
I'll go talk to one of the healers, then.
How do we know you foreigners didn't bring the plague here?
You don't look like a Tevinter.
Not that it means much.
Are you one of them?
What happens to us now?
Then... we can go?
Bless you, then.
I'm Valendrian, the alienage hahren.
I wouldn't have thought I was worth anything, either.
But apparently, the Tevinters have a market for storytellers.
Shianni... did she send you here?
Praise the Maker! 
Free?
How strange to hear that word in here.
We will not trespass long on your good graces.
Come, everyone, let's go home.
Somehow, if I'd been asked to guess the next person to walk through that door, I wouldn't have said it would be a dwarf.
An elf with no chains?
Now, that's unexpected.
Ah, it's you!
Welcome!
Please, come in.
Tell me, how is Duncan?
No, I suppose not.
We have heard much of the Blight in the south, and that is undoubtedly more on your mind than our alienage.
Please, take this.
Duncan gave it to me years ago.
I suspect you'll put it to better use than I would.
We've been through outbreaks of pestilence during the war with Orlais.
We'll endure.
I doubt very much now that the Tevinter intervention would have helped us anyway.
He's been a friend of mine for many years, yes.
From the look on your face, I take it the news is bad.
I knew that the Wardens suffered great losses at Ostagar, but a few escaped...
I had hoped Duncan might be one of them.
He came here now and then to look for potential recruits.
Perhaps that seems strange to you, but Duncan was a man who knew that talent could emerge in the most unlikely places.
I am... sorry to hear that.
Good luck to you, Warden.
I don't care what you do now.
Why would slavers take an old man?
You should get back there, then.
Are you Valendrian?
Shianni was looking for you.
You're free now.
I don't really have time to chat.
What will you do about the plague now?
You know Duncan?
I thought everyone knew what happened.
How did you know Duncan?
He died at Ostagar.
I ask you to stand back.
Some of these people are carrying the plague.
The Alienage is not safe for visitors.
Is that one of the patients in quarantine?
You cannot enter there.
I'm afraid that is not possible.
If we did not know how to prevent the plague, we would not be here now.
That will not be necessary.
For your own safety, we must ask you to leave now.
There is no need to push!
We will work our spell for each person in--
Hessarian's mercy!
How long have you been ill, man?
You should have come here days ago!
Hessarian's mercy, how long have you been ill, woman?
You should have come here days ago!
It's small wonder you can even stand.
Come, we must get you into quarantine.
You may not yet feel it, but anyone can tell by looking that you have been infected.
All Blight diseases carry some of the taint, and in you it is as obvious as blood in a bowl of water.
The time has passed for magic.
We must get you into quarantine.
A Grey Warden?
There's a hefty reward for your head.
Take him down.
We'll split the gold!
Take her down.
We'll split the gold!
We cannot allow you to put all these other people at risk.
We must get you into quarantine immediately.
Guards!
Help me subdue him!
Guards!
Help me subdue her!
Follow the guards.
We do not wish to put the rest of these people at risk.
The rest of you must stay back.
Only the sick are permitted inside.
Come with us.
You have already been told to leave.
Please, do not waste any more of our time.
How did he get out?
Stop him!
What is she doing out here?
Stop her!
Sorry, I'll go.
Can I see Valendrian?
I want to see inside the quarantine.
I'm going in anyway. <act>Attack</act>
Aren't you afraid of getting the plague?
Is there some way I can help?
There's plague here?
<act>Fake a cough</act> Help me...
Come to think of it, I have been feeling run-down.
What are you talking about?
I'm not ill.
Actually, I do feel a little strange.
I'm a Grey Warden.
We're immune to Blight disease.
I tell you, I'm fine.
No!
You're not taking me in there! <act>Attack</act>
Fine, I'll go with you.
No, if they can't go with me, I'm not going in.
We've no time for interruptions.
Deal with this intruder.
We've no time for interruptions.
Deal with these intruders.
I see we are to have an interruption after all.
I am Caladrius.
And you, I assume, must be the Grey Warden I've heard so much about.
What I want is for my business here to be concluded smoothly.
If that requires that you and I come to some terms, then so be it.
An exchange, perhaps?
One can hardly get a word out of Regent Loghain besides "Warden" these days.
It surpassed even "gold" in popularity.
Yes, you would be curious about that, wouldn't you?
I have heard that you are trying to erode Loghain's support.
It must be a difficult task, yes?
Like washing away a mountain.
Perhaps you could use some help.
I don't care who you are; you're going to die.
Get to the point.
What do you want?
What "terms" did you have in mind?
You honestly think you can bribe me?
You've heard of me?
What exactly have you heard?
How do you know Loghain?
How could you help, exactly?
"The one who repents, who has faith unshaken by the darkness of the world, and roasts not, nor gloats over the misfortunes of the weak, but takes delight in the Maker's law and creations--"
"Boasts." It's "boasts," Sister, not "roasts."
"She shall know the peas of the Maker's benediction.
The Light shall lead her safely through the paths of this world, and into the next."
Peace, Sister, peace. "She shall know the <emp>peace</emp> of the Maker's benediction."
"The Veal holds no uncertainty for her, and she will know no fear of death, for the Maker shall be her bacon and her shield, her foundation and her--"
There's no veal in the Chant!
...You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
It <emp>is</emp> almost mealtime, isn't it?
Now where's the fun in belonging to the Chantry if you can't proselytize to the heathens a bit?
Ahem!
Blessings of the Maker and of Andraste, His bride, upon you.
Oh, hello, dear.
Can we help you?
Ahem.
What she <emp>means</emp> is, "In Andraste's name, be welcome." 
Stop correcting me!
What would <emp>Andraste</emp> do?
That's what you should be concerned with, I say!
Andraste was no fussbudget!
Oh, it's not an interruption, dear.
We were just finishing up before mealtime.
What can I do for you?
I'm sorry, dear.
It's nearly mealtime, but I have a few minutes I can spare.
What can I do for you?
Tell you about the Chant?
What, as if it's a cake you might buy? "Well, it's done enough, but a little too much nutmeg for my taste..."
Sister!
Instructing the ignorant is a sacred duty of the Chantry!
Fine, then!
What do you want to know?
Oh, there are some very stirring canticles about doom and wrath...
Darkspawn were created by mankind's second sin: pride.
"Arrogance became a great caged beast in the lands of Tevinter, an emptiness that consumed all, and could never be filled."
"To satisfy its hunger, the mage-lords assaulted the Golden City, heart of all creation, to take the Maker's power for themselves."
Why does no one ever sing the <emp>good</emp> stanzas during Chantry services anymore?
They speak them!
It's called, "The Chant of Light" not, "The Speech of Light"!
Sister! <emp>Would</emp> you kindly stop messing up the Chant?
See how you like being interrupted?
Well, you get the general idea, I'm sure.
Why would it?
Sister!
That's hardly appropriate!
There's no need to be rude to anyone, even if they are ignorant and godless!
Of course not, dear.
You just don't know anything about the Chant and you don't have any gods.
Yes and no, dear.
The official version of the Chant does not speak of the elves.
Some of the Dissonant Verses, however, do mention the disciple Shartan.
Of course.
The official Chant of Light is written in Tevinter, but it is translated into the languages of the believers.
Some ideas are lost in the process of translation, and words take on unintended meanings... there's a dreadful pun in the Orlesian version in the Canticle of Threnodies... 
And languages are always changing.
The Chant must adapt if it is to be understood by the people hearing it.
He was an elven disciple of the Prophet.
A former slave, like Andraste Herself.
He rallied his people against the Imperium.
He was given to the flames alongside Our Lady.
Divine Renata had the verses removed during the Exalted March on the Dales.
The Chant has changed over time.
Some of the verses that were sung in the past were taken out.
The Canticles of Shartan were stricken from the Chant in the Glory Age. 
They are no longer sung, though scholars still sometimes read them.
It's the tenth stanza from the Transfigurations.
Lovely canticle, that one.
You should have heard Brother Caedmon sing it, though!
He had a voice like a bucket full of toads.
Revered Mother Boann, bless her heart, always said, "If we had more voices like his, the Maker couldn't fail to take note of us."
It was tragic, really.
Such a surprise...
We don't speak of that.
He was in charge of the lyrium storehouse.
It wasn't... good for him, you see.
He took off all his clothes in the middle of the Chant one Summerday and ran into the street.
He tripped and fell into the vat of elderberry wine for the feast, and drowned.
We were six days drying him out for his cremation... he looked like a pickled egg.
So tragic...
Praying for the good people of Denerim who've lost loved ones at Ostagar.
It's usual to recite a stanza from Transfigurations when you pray for the departed.
It's usual to recite the stanza <emp>correctly</emp>.
But that's what I said.
Andraste, deliver us!
If Her Grace were to hear this...
I wouldn't mess up the words if you wouldn't keep interrupting me!
Grand Cleric Elemena understands the importance of concentration, you know!
Her Grace, may the Maker bless her heart, lost her hearing twenty years ago.
If she doesn't catch your blasphemous mistakes, it's because she didn't hear them!
No time for chat, dear.
It's mealtime.
Sister!
That's hardly polite.
It's true, though, isn't it?
Doesn't the Chant say, "You may not lie, for there is only one Truth"?
I should leave you to your work.
I liked her version of the Chant better.
Can I interrupt this...whatever this is?
...
Maybe I should come back later?
Can you tell me about the Chant?
What does the Chant say about darkspawn?
Does the Chant mention dwarves?
I'm not ignorant and godless!
Does the Chant mention elves?
There's more than one version of the Chant?
Who was Shartan?
Why aren't his verses an official part of the Chant?
What are Dissonant Verses?
What was that verse you were reciting just now?
He sang it well, I take it.
What happened to him?
He died?
I don't remember the Chant having any passages about bacon.
In the name of Andraste, bride of the Maker, be welcome in this house.
While the Cathedral is closed, if you need to make wedding or funeral arrangements, you'll have to talk to Sister Olma.
Did someone die?
I remember a funeral... 
King Cailan died, remember?
Along with most of the army at Ostagar.
Maker guide them all.
May the Light of the Maker guide your steps.
"That which you fear... living in the shadow of death alone, I have seen it is only a cloud... passing before the sun."
The death toll at Ostagar was... staggering.
We've had a funeral every day for a lost son or daughter of Denerim, and we've many more yet to hold.
Are they singing the Chant now?
It's a funeral, isn't it?
He should have retired to Val Royeaux years ago, but he wanted to stay and serve the remainder of his days in his homeland.
It's the lyrium that does this.
He wouldn't be a templar anymore.
"Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter." 
He doesn't forget who he is, even if he can't remember anything else.
I've heard that... somewhere before...
Maker's blessings upon you, friend!
I'll come back later.
Why is the Cathedral closed?
What's wrong with your friend?
Lyrium did this to him?
Why doesn't he stop taking it?
Welcome.
Welcome.
We sell only the strongest dwarven steel, folded over a hundred times in the forges of Orzammar.
In a time like this, surely you would want only the best to defend your lady and possessions.
I'll answer what I can, but my policy is not to sell things that don't belong to me.
Any time, my friend.
The Landsmeet's the big news.
Every dusty noble estate in Denerim is airing its sheets, waiting for the lord to ride into town.
It's the capital of Ferelden, so naturally the queen and regent are at the top.
But the man who seems to be running the city guard is the new arl, Rendon Howe.
Came in from somewhere up north.
Every piece comes with a stamp of assurance from my wife's father, the best smith in Denerim.
In such a time, surely a lady such as yourself could use some extra protection on the road.
In times like this, surely your group could use some extra protection on the road.
And better suited to your hand than anything else you could find in this city.
Dwarven crafts!
Fine dwarven-- 
My lord!
My Lord Aeducan?
Is-is that really you?
I knew you survived.
I never stopped believing it.
And neither did your father.
Before I left for the surface, King Endrin sent for me.
It was almost more than I could endure, seeing him so. 
As if he were long dead and rotten, and now merely an empty husk collapsing in on itself.
He could not even rise from his bed, and the room stank of decay.
He asked me... to give you the Shield of Aeducan.
And this letter.
He barely spoke at all.
Every word seemed as if it had traveled the entire length of the Deep Roads.
"Find my son.
No other deserves this," was all that he said.
"Find my daughter.
No other deserves this," was all that he said.
I cannot blame you for your anger.
I hated the king myself, for what he did to you.
But when I saw him that day...
Until that moment, I had hated him for believing Bhelen, for exiling you, but If you had seen him...
If you had heard his voice...
I have carried them with me since I left Orzammar.
As angry as I once was with the king, when I saw him that final time...
I pitied him.
His eyes have haunted me since.
If it were possible for a man to die of regret, I think King Endrin did.
But... we shouldn't dwell on the past.
I can hardly tell you how good it is to see you alive.
Would that I could have been with you, but the ancestors are far wiser than we.
I think they have done the best for both of us.
You are a Grey Warden, and I...
I have found my heart on the surface.
My lord, I will be loyal to you until my death, but don't ask me to come with you.
I was injured in my travels here.
My leg healed crooked and I will never fight again.
And...
I have a new life now.
I married into a surface family.
My wife is lovely and her father is the best smith in Denerim.
We're... expecting our firstborn before the spring.
I would love to introduce you.
I'm sure you have pressing business, and I will not keep you from it.
May the ancestors guard you.
And harder to believe that it has made me happier than all the glory and honor in Orzammar.
It is wonderful to see you again, my lord.
But you must have more important business than hearing about me.
Have a look at my father-in-law's crafts.
All fine work, and I'll cut you a discount.
It is wonderful to see you again, my lady.
Even in Orzammar, we both knew it couldn't last.
I was honored by the time we shared, but...
You are a princess.
I'm not even a warrior anymore.
My lady, I'm sorry.
I would never have tried to hurt you.
Forgive me.
Perhaps it is better for me to wish you the best and let you continue your business in the city.
But please, let me at least offer you a discount on my father-in-law's crafts.
They're all fine work.
My lady, please, don't ask me to come with you.
Aye.
And far happier in my exile than I ever expected to be. 
And you?
My lady... if I had thought to see you again...
You will always be in my heart.
But we both knew it wouldn't truly work out.
Here on the surface, I've found someone.
My-my wife is a good woman, the daughter of the best smith in Denerim.
I see your sense of humor hasn't changed.
My life has been far less dramatic.
I--I have married into a surface family.
My wife is the daughter of the best smith in Denerim.
Then I wish you all fortune.
Then I thank the ancestors for granting you happiness, as they did for me.
My wife is a good woman, the daughter of the best smith in Denerim.
I heard that Lord Harrowmont took the throne with the assistance of a Grey Warden.
I hoped it was you.
When the Blight is defeated, perhaps Harrowmont will step down to see you in your rightful place.
<desc>Laughs</desc> I can't say I'm surprised.
But I thank the ancestors for their kindness, for I too have found my heart.
My wife is a surfacer, a good woman.
Then I thank the ancestors for their kindness, for I too have found my heart.
My wife is a surfacer, a good woman.
The Gorim you knew was a fool.
I've learned more from the surface dwarves than they have from me.
My lady!
My Lady Aeducan?
Is-is that really you?
Welcome back.
Is there something else you'd like to look at?
Only the finest crafts, straight from Orzammar.
You do your father proud, my lord.
You do your father proud, my lady.
Certainly.
You do me great honor, my lord.
Of course, my lady.
You do me great honor.
My lady.
I hope you can forgive me.
I was never right for you.
Dwarven crafts!
Fine dwarven crafts, direct from Orzammar.
You won't find better.
Not interested, thanks.
I'd rather buy information, if you've got any to sell.
Let me see what's in your store now.
That's all.
Thanks.
What's happening in the city right now?
Who are some important people in Denerim?
Show me what you have.
Did he say anything else?
I'm not sure I want anything from him now.
The shield...
I had almost forgotten about it.
I am here and Harrowmont rules in Orzammar.
We are avenged.
Of course I survived.
No thanks to you.
I never thought I'd see you again.
And now you can take your place again as my second.
Well, when can I meet the lucky girl?
I don't really have time for a reunion right now.
Gorim Saelac, a merchant.
It's hard to believe it.
But... what about us?
You jerk!
I hope you and your ugly wife rot together!
I could never find a better man than you.
I can't believe I've found you here, of all places.
Now that we're together, you can join me as a Grey Warden.
I'm glad you're happy.
I'm happy we're together once more.
Oh, sure.
Fighting the next Blight.
I'm just peachy.
Not until the villain who killed Duncan is dead.
There is nothing I would rather be than a Grey Warden.
I have kept the throne from Bhelen.
I am content.
I am in love... with the king of Ferelden of all people.
I am in love... with the future king of Ferelden.
I am in love... with a human priestess of all people.
I am in love... with a human mage of all people.
I am in love... with an elf of all people.
So you're a merchant now?
The Gorim I knew hated surface dwarves.
Ancestors watch over you, Gorim.
May I see your wares?
I've got nothing to say to you.
Don't make me pitch you out.
Welcome to The Pearl!
I'm Sanga, the proprietor.
Have a seat, get comfortable, and tell me what you need.
Every one of my people here is a skilled craftsman, and don't let anyone tell you different.
So what would you like me to show you?
The men or the women?
Or some of both, if you prefer.
Wait here.
Wait just a moment, then.
You'll have to go one at a time, I'm afraid.
Our rooms aren't quite big enough to share between so many.
But we can discuss that in a moment.
Welcome back!
What can I get for you, honey?
Now, before you can choose one, let me remind you of the guild rules.
You see these lovely gentlemen by the door?
If you don't play nicely with my people, these boys will have words with you.
You'll pay up front.
Forty silver.
I'm getting tired of throwing soldiers off the pier for "forgetting" their coin.
We're a crafthall, not a public charity.
So, shall I let you get acquainted?
Oh?
That's too bad.
Come back again, perhaps we'll have someone who catches your eye.
It's forty, and I don't care whose army you're in.
We have taxes to pay just like everyone else.
Make it thirty and we have a deal.
Go ahead and choose, then.
Here they are.
Aren't they beautiful?
Now, before you pick one, let's go over the guild rules.
Er, never mind.
The women.
The men.
Forty?
I'm not paying more than twenty silver.
Very well. <act>Pay 30 silver.</act>
I'm ready. <act>Pay 40 silver.</act>
<emp>Return to Orta with the records</emp>
You searched the lost Ortan Thaig and retrieved some old records.
Bring them to Orta in the Shaperate.
Bless you.
Please.
Can anyone help us with a bit of bread? 
<emp>Bring the strange flower to the kennel master</emp>
According to Daveth, the kennel master at the king's camp has been asking for a flower from the Wilds--the very same flower you have just acquired.
Apparently, the kennel master is offering a reward for this flower, as it is useful in treating darkspawn poison.
He can be found on the south side of the camp.
<emp>Find someone who could use the strange flower you found</emp>
You gave the flower you found in the Wilds to the kennel master.
Ask, and I shall do my best to answer.
Let's talk about Orzammar, Lord Shaper.
The infected hounds seem to be doing much better, for now.
Thank you for your assistance.
Greetings-- Are you one of the Grey Wardens that went into the Wilds?
Did you happen to see any white flowers?
Ah, well.
If you happen across one, I could certainly use it.
Several of the dogs need medicine badly.
I don't know for sure that the flower will aid my poor hounds, but it is worth trying.
I have... let's see... twenty silver to offer as a reward for it?
Here.
Take fifty silver.
That's all the money I have.
Perhaps we shall not lose as many hounds as I feared.
Thank you for your... help.
You are very generous.
Thank you for your help.
Perhaps we won't lose as many hounds today as I'd feared.
Thank you for your assistance, then.
Perhaps we won't lose as many hounds as I'd feared.
The mabari's responding well to the treatment, thankfully.
If you wish to inquire after him, please come back after the battle's done.
Your friend must be mistaken.
The only reward here is saving a valiant hound's life.
Payment?
Isn't it worth something to save a valiant hound's life?
I see.
I have... fifty silver?
That's my own purse, and I've nothing more.
I hope it will suffice.
Now, I must get onto the task of taking care of the poor fellow.
It will take a day or two for him to recover, I think.
Thank you.
You mentioned earlier that you'd found a flower in the Wilds.
May I see it?
It might indeed be.
May I see it?
From the Wilds?
Ah, good!
This mabari hound is what I wanted the flower for, in fact.
But I need your help.
Daveth mentioned you were offering a reward for one?
Yes.
In fact, I have one of them with me.
Is that all your hounds are worth to you?
Pity.
A reward's not necessary.
Daveth mentioned a reward.
I'd prefer thanks in the form of payment.
If the hound's life is worth anything, then pay up.
Now.
It will have to do, I suppose.
Only to the dog.
Yes, if he actually survives.
Is this about the flower I found?
I actually came to discuss a flower I found.
That flower& white with a red center.
The kennel master at Ostagar was asking about those.
It probably is.
You want to be careful picking flowers around the Wilds, mind you.
They're as like to spit poison in your face as not.
The kennel master said this flower can help dogs that get sick from biting darkspawn.
At any rate, he was offering a reward if someone went into the Wilds and brought him one.
Might want to think about it, is all.
Why did he want them?
Do you know?
I just thought it might be useful.
So?
What do I care?
Please, speak your mind.
Best of luck wherever you might go.
May our blades strike true!
Do not falter!
I cannot keep up this pace!
I am exhausted!
I am terribly wounded!
That was... most painful.
I will need bandaging.
I need assistance!
Darkspawn!
Watch out!
Beasts approach!
You are no match for me!
I cannot go on!
I am done...
Poison!
Burning!
Ahh!
I have lost it!
One down!
This isn't working!
Watch your step, here.
Hmm.
What's this?
If you could just move a little.
As quietly as I can.
I'm afraid I can't help you there.
Here!
At your command!
I await your word!
Ready!
I stand ready!
I am ready to serve.
Here I am.
Uh.
That is very... um, thoughtful of you.
You shouldn't have!
Ooo!
This is dragging on more than a little.
By Andraste's sword!
Splendid!
A grand plan!
I'd rather not hurt you, but I swear I will!
Ha ha!
Dead yet?
Don't say I didn't warn you!
Right to the face!
So... tired!
Running out of energy!
I'm bleeding!
Now that was a little rough.
Yikes!
Help!
Need some help!
Darkspawn-- every one's as ugly as the first.
Someone call the kennel!
Aha!
Too slow!
Lot of blood!
Lot of blood!
Nooo...
World.
Spinning.
Feel.
Ick.
Huh.
Who knew?
Well, you asked for it.
Aw, that's a shame.
Hah!
We are <emp>that</emp> awesome!
W-wait, nothing's happening!
I can't hurt it!
Heads up.
Trap ahead.
Looky here!
Make way!
Coming through!
On it.
If they can't see you, they can't kill you.
Done and done-er.
Point the way, boss.
Need something?
Pointy bits ready to go.
Try not to stain the shirt.
It's new.
Let's not get dead, shall we?
Thanks, I think.
Uh.
I'm sure I'll find some use for this.
Ooo!
Shiny!
You're, like, the gift-giving party leader I never had. <desc>sniff!</desc>
Nope.
Wait just a minute!
So a darkspawn, an abomination and a pony walk into a bar... stop me if you've heard this one.
Okay.
Time to go.
<desc>laughs</desc>
Oh... f-frogs!
I would agree with that.
Are you trying to get us killed?
I'm going to gut you and tie your entrails around your neck!
They've opened the gates!
We're free to go in again!
The guard just announced trade may resume.
Thank the ancestors!
We have a king!
Long live the king of Orzammar... so we don't go through this again.
This is madness!
They can't just shut down the city!
Is it true Grey Wardens killed Ferelden's king?
My sister lives down there.
I hear there's fighting in the streets!
I'm taking my caravan to Highever, where it's peaceful.
<desc>sigh</desc> Perhaps there'll be better trading in Redcliffe.
How am I supposed to live with no crafts to sell?
I'll be ruined!
How did <emp>you</emp> get in here?
These are not your ancestors!
You taint the memory of our Paragons with your presence!
Get back to Dust Town where you belong, brand, or I'll throw you into the Deep Roads as a snack for the stalkers.
No!
No... no, don't hurt me!
I just wanted some food...
If only you had come at a less troubled time.
They say the darkspawn have left for the surface.
Bread?
Please, ser... just a bit of bread?
I haven't eaten in days.
Show some pity for a poor old man?
Spare a few bits for an old man?
For the love of the Paragons, please....
Dwarven Beggar
Even elves.
My...
Your Highness!
You live!
We heard what happened.
But... after the way you publicly humiliated my master, don't expect me to feel any sympathy.
Bruntin Vollney slandered his name all over Orzammar.
His books were burned.
You... you live.
You allowed my mentor to be murdered.
For writing the truth!
You destroy a man and it makes no impression...
How far the line of Aeducan has fallen.
Oh.
That impudent scholar.
I'm glad you remember.
And look at you now.
Without caste.
It seems the ancestors have a keen sense of justice.
It was an injustice!
My master is writing another book about the Aeducans; he believes that Prince Bhelen set you up.
He <emp>did</emp> set me up.
I'm just a humble scholar... as is my master. 
What do I care what your master is doing?
May Orzammar be kinder to you than the last time you walked the roads.
You are no better than the dust, exile.
Warden or not.
Step back, brand.
Call yourself Warden, but the Paragons in this hall should not have to suffer the sight of you.
Show respect, surfacer.
You're in the Hall of Heroes, home to the best of us.
Paragons, dwarves who achieve such greatness, they're considered ancestors even if they yet walk among us.
The figures are quite grand indeed.
Then you're a fool.
We take courage from them.
They set such an example, they're considered ancestors even if they still walk among us.
A Blight is coming.
I don't care about your statues.
Dwarven Scholar
Atrast vala, Warden.
Your arrival is a mixed blessing.
Poisonous Spider
What a terrible burden for a father to have only Bhelen left of three fine sons.
The Tower of Ishal
Hmph.
Didn't know Corra was letting in brands.
Afternoon, stranger.
You looking for a stool to share a brew?
Ahhh... you're the one that started all the trouble in the Provings.
I'm Nevin.
I'm with Prince Bhelen's expeditionary field unit.
Brand or no, anyone who hunts darkspawn is all right with me.
Mind standing a little downwind?
Don't look at me.
I already offered once.
You think anyone in Tapsters'll let you lay a hand on me, brand?
Now sod off.
Talk to me like that again and I'll break your nose.
You don't know Branka?
Heh.
Guess not everyone's as impressed with her as she'd like to think.
What... what about you?
Has life been hard up there?
We have bigger things to worry about.
Leske knows how to take care of himself.
But... the curse has been lifted, has it not?
Danyla could be out there in the forest, returned to her true form!
What?
H-how do you know that?
Did you find her?
Did you see her in the forest?
Then I need to look for her.
Thank you for doing what you could.
Now it falls on me to find her.
Perhaps she cannot.
She could have a broken leg, or... or perhaps she is lost.
I must look for her.
And now the werewolves are dead.
Which means Danyla... she is gone.
I cannot fault you for slaying the werewolves as you did, but the thought that my wife might have been one of them...
I must go.
I'm sorry, but the truth is she died.
She's dead.
Get it through your thick skull already.
I don't know.
I never saw her.
Don't you think she would have come back by now?
Anything is possible.
We owe you thanks for all you've done.
Without you, our clan would be grieving the loss of many more hunters now.
Our clan gladly counts you as a friend.
I hope my position as the new keeper will facilitate more contact with the outside world.
When the Grey Wardens issue the call, we will be ready to fulfill our obligation.
Let us pray to the Creators, lethallin.
All-Father, may you forgive our part in this tragedy.
Would our sons and daughters have died if not for our pride?
Falon'Din, Friend of the Dead, may you guide our sons and daughters safely into the Beyond.
And most of all, He Who Hunts Alone, the Dread Wolf.
He will come for us in the end, but today he turned a blind eye, and for that, we are thankful.
For we are the Dalish: the Keepers of the Lost Lore, the Walkers of the Lonely Path, and never again shall we submit.
I've only just returned to the clan, and from the news, half-expected to find everyone I loved dead.
Thank the Creators this is not so.
It seems I must prepare myself to leave the clan once more.
Soon we will leave to war with the darkspawn horde.
I was away hunting when the werewolves attacked the clan.
I wish I had been here to help fight the beasts off.
Will the shemlen be grateful when we come to their aid?
Perhaps they will take it for granted, and forget it soon afterward.
It's good to see a fellow Dalish has come to our aid in a time of need.
We owe you a great deal.
So we have a treaty with your Grey Wardens?
I do not know why such an old thing binds us today.
It is good you were here, Grey Warden.
We owe you a great deal, more than simply the ability to fulfill our promise.
It is good a Grey Warden was here to aid us.
Imagine how much worse this would have become otherwise.
I didn't ask you to find out the papers' history.
What I recall asking was whether you would prove your loyalty to Bhelen.
The King's Road
*Locked*
This is it, Warden. "When from the blood of battle the Stone has fed, let the heroes prevail and the blighters lie dead."
As one of the blighters, I sodding salute you.
Let's show them our hearts and then show them theirs.
Where in?
Entering
Dace
<desc>Groan</desc> I... understand that I have you to thank for my... recovery?
I hope I recover soon enough to fight your darkspawn, Grey Warden.
I was so close to... changing.
It was so horrible!
You are very fortunate, lethallin.
You were very close to death.
Yet I remember so little.
How long was I ill?
No more than a week.
You have the Grey Warden to thank for your recovery.
So it seems.
I hope to fight against these darkspawn, if I recover quickly enough.
Perhaps that will be thanks enough.
But if the hunters are all better, where is Father?
I'm sorry, da'len, but your father... did not last long enough.
You will live in our aravel now, and your aunt and I will honor your father's memory.
Can I become a hunter, just like him?
That would make him very proud, little one.
Carta Thug
I have to move on.
I can't help you anymore.
Raise a glass to our new king!
Varia!
Look what I've got!
An invitation to King Bhelen's coronation ball!
Do you have a dress?
I have a wonderful rose-colored surface silk, trimmed with lace.
Do you think it will catch the king's eye?
Doesn't King Bhelen already have a son?
The mother's just a casteless noble-hunter.
He still needs a queen!
We must get ready!
I will not allow the warriors that serve my house leave to defend the surface!
Why should our strong dwarven men die for these humans?
And that wife of Harrowmont's!
She doesn't deserve to be queen.
I've even seen her wearing the same dress twice!
Shameless.
What do you think of that new King Bhelen, huh?
Just like any other noble.
Wouldn't take the time to spit on the likes of us.
His woman's casteless though, or was.
That Rica, remember her?
Beraht's favorite, from way back.
And word on the street is he's got no qualms about recruiting brands for his troops.
During the Blight, he's going to use whatever Orzammar's got.
I could get behind that.
Noblewoman
So you're the one who killed Jarvia.
Do you know what you've done?
Jarvia was no Paragon, but she looked after her own.
Even the nobles wouldn't cross her.
If you think we're going to let you waltz around like you own the place, you're wrong.
For Jarvia!
Attack!
I have been charged by the keeper to seek out other Dalish clans in Ferelden, so we may spread the word about the Blight.
The clans wander where they will, and we have no way of communicating with each other.
Once every ten years, the clans come together for a gathering called Arlathvhen, and there the site for the next gathering is chosen.
But until that day, we meet only in chance passing.
No, but should the shemlen ever decide to wipe us out, they will at least not learn the location of our clans from each other.
We passed another clan several months ago, so I have a notion of where they might be now.
Perhaps they have seen others, we shall see.
We do not have an army.
A single clan, however, is a deadly force.
If we can provide the Grey Wardens with even a handful of clans, you will want for no army.
Dareth shiral--fare you well.
Andaran atish'an, lethallin.
The keeper has charged me with finding your clan in the north, to bring them word of the Blight.
If the Creators smile upon me, I shall find them in time for the coming battles.
Is there word you wish me to bring to them?
Ma nuvenin--I will do as you ask.
Perhaps not, but do you think they would refuse to honor the Grey Warden treaty any more than my own clan would?
I think not.
We know your clan went north to the Waking Sea, but even so, the chances of my finding them quickly are not good.
I have no wish to waste your time.
Until we meet again, may the Creators watch over you.
Andaran atish'an, lethallan.
The keeper has charged me with finding your clan in the north, to bring them word of the Blight.
You don't know for sure where the other Dalish are?
That doesn't sound very efficient.
What are your chances of finding other clans?
How will the Dalish raise an army that way?
I will leave you to your task.
Tell them I am well, and that I miss them.
Tell them I look forward to fighting with them.
I have no wish to see them brought into this war.
Perhaps I could go with you?
I have nothing to say.
We fled the lowlands to get away from the darkspawn and found the Dalish by chance.
They... will let us leave again, won't they?
Thank the Maker the Dalish have given us refuge here amongst them.
We have nowhere else to go!
The darkspawn were almost upon Lothering when we left.
I wonder if there will be anything left to go back to... 
Some of the Dalish say they were attacked by werewolves?
I had no idea this forest was so dangerous!
The Dalish have been very welcoming.
They act like we are all one family.
It is so strange to us.
The Dalish are preparing to fight, I hear.
We had hoped to find safety here, not more war.
You are the Grey Warden, I'm told.
We are but simple refugees fleeing the darkspawn.
Hmm, there was talk of an attempt on Prince Bhelen's life... a pity you weren't successful.
I'm surprised he let you live.
But far be it from me not to exploit his mistakes.
Perhaps Lord Harrowmont should see you after all.
And you've tried, I take it?
My sources tell me of an attempt on the prince's life.
Was that you?
I only wanted to get close to Bhelen to get my revenge!
I only wanted to get close to Bhelen so I could kill him.
Please.
I can't bring Bhelen down on my own.
Yes.
And now he's wary of me.
I failed, unfortunately.
He won't survive our next encounter.
I tried to kill Bhelen.
Isn't that good enough for you?
Not many outsiders so quickly grasp Orzammar's rather... convoluted politics.
You would ask the king of Ferelden to hunt down pickpockets?
When do we attack these... creatures you wish us to fight?
I am eager for more blood.
We are <emp>finally</emp> rid of these elves. <desc>Growls</desc> Justice has been done!
The stench of the elves is still everywhere, here.
<desc>Growls</desc> We owe our vengeance to you, Grey Warden.
Vengeance has been paid upon those who cursed our ancestors.
This is a good day.
Soon we shall hunt for you, Grey Warden.
And in victory we shall howl at the moon in your honor.
I do not look forward to meeting humans outside the forest.
They look at us with fear and hatred.
Hrrr.
I do not wish to leave the forest.
But the Lady says we must go.
We should burn this place to the ground.
Their beasts should be eaten and their memories erased.
Hrrr.
We should return to the forest while we can.
Others will come to take vengeance for these elves.
Hrrr.
Were these not your own people?
I do not understand why you aided us against them.
You have our thanks, Grey Warden.
We must prepare to leave the forest!
Feast!
And then we go to war!
We will hunt!
And we will show the human world that we are to be feared!
We shall war for the Grey Warden!
In the name of the Lady!
Vengeance has been ours, brothers!
This camp is ours!
Take what you will!
Hrrr.
These are the elves that survived our attack.
The curse runs in their blood, now.
Soon we shall see if they die... or if they replenish our numbers.
Once they turn... if they turn... they will understand.
They will know what we endure.
Hrrr.
And if they choose to defy the Lady of the Forest, if they do not hear her words, they can join their fellows.
Hrrr.
We have all known pain.
It will pass.
And then they shall be strong... or they shall be dead.
If you wish to show them mercy, that is up to you.
Not long, now.
A few days.
Perhaps more.
We shall be ready for you, Grey Warden.
I must watch those who are near turning.
Perhaps they shall survive.
Perhaps not.
Won't they be angry, even as werewolves?
You're just going to leave them writhing in pain?
How long will it take them to turn?
Good.
The more of you, the better.
I shall leave you to your task.
<desc>The elf is pale and sweating, writhing in a fitful and disturbed sleep.
His body is showing evidence of some form of slow transformation.</desc>
<desc>The elf flinches from your touch, and then slowly calms.</desc>
<act>Put the elf out of his misery.</act>
<act>Try to make him more comfortable.</act>
Hrrrr.
You show mercy to those who would have shown us none.
You and your people are strange, indeed.
Genlock Runner
Entering Ortan Thaig
Rrrr.
Enough.
I can take no more.
Now we fight!
You play with me!
Strike and have it done with!
You move slow, like cattle!
I fight for the Lady!
Rrrr!
Soon we shall hunt again!
Rrrr!
You are too quick!
Oh!
You've done it now!
You've surely done it now! <desc>Maniacal giggling</desc>
We're done when I gut you for not being more helpful.
Sergeant
Nurse
You!
The Grey Warden traitor!
You betrayed your own people!
To monsters!
How could you?!
There is no excuse for what you have done!
None!
May Fen'Harel chase your spirit across the Beyond forever!
Why did you do this to us?
We offered you our help, and then you lead these monsters down upon us!
How typical that an outsider brings us nothing but misery and death.
So this is nothing more than the fabled Grey Warden pragmatism, is it?
You are filth, you and all your kind.
Zathrian...?
But how?
I know nothing of any betrayal!
Your... words ring of the truth.
There were stories, old ones... if they are true then we brought this calamity on ourselves.
You are owed an... apology.
Please accept this token, Grey Warden, made by a craftmaster of long ago.
And now I must go.
To bring sad word to the other clans of what has been done.
There were... rumors.
I never gave them credit, but now...
So much hate.
So much hate, and now my clan is lost.
But it seems we brought this on ourselves.
Have your army of beasts, then.
May any victory they bring taste only of ashes.
Zathrian loved his people with all his heart!
How dare you sully his name!
No.
You are an outsider, and like all outsiders you bring nothing but death.
I intend to return the favor.
You!
You are the Grey Warden who broke the curse!
I demand to know what happened to the werewolves!
Where did they go?!
That makes no difference!
Those... those monsters killed my husband!
They killed so many of my people!
They have Dalish blood on their hands!
If they are human once more, that shall make it all the easier to take vengeance for their crimes.
Tell me where they are!
It... destroyed him.
Yes, I... perhaps you speak wisely.
If they are gone and never return here, then... perhaps it is better to let it simply end there.
We will go back to the camp, then.
Thank you for your words.
Please accept this small token of my gratitude.
It belonged to my husband, and I... cannot carry it any longer.
His vengeance was just!
I see.
So you side with murderers, do you?
We, you draft into your ridiculous war, but the true criminals are allowed to run free as if they never did anything wrong.
If I cannot have their blood, then I will have yours.
In the name of the God of Vengeance, Elgar'han, I demand justice!
You did?
And somehow, I believe you.
That you took action against those murderers speaks well of you.
Take this token--it was crafted long ago by a great master.
Now I will go into the forest and hunt.
Perhaps there are others to still be found, stragglers.
I can only hope.
I do not believe you.
I think you let them go.
Then I will have to continue my hunt.
And you let them go.
Ah!
You are the Grey Warden, the one who slew Witherfang and cured our hunters?
I am Panowen, and my husband numbered amongst those who did not survive to receive your cure.
We are here seeking stragglers, to mete out justice.
Allow me to give you a token of thanks.
My clan owes you a great deal.
I will be there when we go to war at your side.
Your people are annoying.
I was glad to kill them.
The werewolves will make for a far better army.
I didn't betray you.
Zathrian did.
He used blood magic to create the curse in the first place.
Does it really matter?
You won't listen.
Don't you?
Then why hesitate?
Do you really care why I did it?
They're no longer werewolves.
The curse was broken.
Zathrian wanted vengeance, too.
Look what it did.
I'm not going to tell you that.
<act>Lie</act> Nowhere.
I killed them.
They fled before I could kill them.
They left the forest.
Peacefully.
Someone's feeling generous.
A round of Valenta's Red for everyone!
This, my friend, is the Paragon of ales, the best your money can buy.
Enjoy!
Hmph.
Don't go making such offers when you can't pay for it.
It riles up the other customers.
A round of your best brew for myself and the house!
You... you are the Grey Warden?
You are, aren't you?
Please do not hurt us.
My husband, Athras... he fled the clan to find me.
He begged me to give him the curse so we could be together!
I...
I cannot bear to watch him suffer.
I pray that he makes it!
Please, just... let us live in peace.
We... we will go, as the Lady commands.
Once Athras is better.
Leave us alone!
Don't you touch him!
I won't let you touch him!
I cannot believe it has come to this.
Oh, what a bitter day.
Please, leave us alone.
I must watch my husband carefully as he transforms.
So long as you join the others in the war, I don't care.
What you are doing is disgusting!
Let me just search his body.
I will leave you alone, then.
Wounded Soldier
Careful.
I'm sensing darkspawn nearby.
Best be on your guard.
What do you know?
More darkspawn about.
Prepare for random violence.
My Grey Warden sense is tingling.
We're in danger again.
More darkspawn.
Close by.
You know the drill.
We have more in common than I thought...
I was just on my way back to search Jarvia's hideout.
Good night for it, Warden?
The last scouting party made it back last night.
Barely.
Only two of them made it.
And one was minus a leg.
Said they encountered some darkspawn that was ten feet tall, with horns as long as your arm.
The injured one died last night.
They said his blood was already turning black.
Maker's breath!
Where are they all coming from?
This is supposed to be the battle that sends these darkspawn back underground.
You believe that?
I don't know what to believe.
We've won every battle, but there's more of them each time.
Makes you wonder if them Grey Wardens are right.
Sounds like the perfect time to get drunk, if you ask me.
So there's supposed to be more of these Grey Wardens coming, I hear.
Petran said they were Orlesians, coming with a whole army of them fancy Orlesian knights.
If my pa wasn't already in his grave, that'd put him there.
You think they'll leave once this is done, if we ask them nice?
If they don't, then we keep on fighting, I guess.
I'd rather fight them painted fops then these darkspawn.
That howling of theirs... gives me nightmares, it does.
Are we in your way, Warden?
Excuse us.
We need to get back on duty, anyhow.
Look carefully, men.
This wretched thing is a darkspawn.
They're strong, and cunning smart.
But don't listen to those old wives' tales... they can be killed.
Stick them with your sword enough, they go down.
Their blood is black as sin and poisonous.
Don't even touch it.
You get tainted with that blood and you may as well slit your throat.
We've lost many dogs already.
Had to muzzle them to keep them from biting.
It's a long and painful way to die...
There are lots of darkspawn, different kinds.
We're getting reports of things we've never even heard of.
Our short friend here, for instance, is something called a "genlock".
They're pretty common in the horde, but we've seen others much larger.
We don't know where these new darkspawn are coming from.
Or what they can do.
All I can say is to use caution.
There aren't any we've seen that won't die once they bleed enough.
I want this nonsense talk stopped immediately.
What are you?
A bunch of nattering fishwives, spreading gossip until you brown your smallclothes out of terror?
We've seen nothing to suggest that the darkspawn drag our people underground to eat them.
And I want this talk about darkspawn enslaving survivors to stop immediately.
Keep your minds focused on the battle.
You fight for Ferelden, and for your king.
Remember that.
Whoa!
Don't touch the carcass.
We'll be burning it so it doesn't infect anything.
Paragon Caridin?!
I--
They... they were all over me!
Dragging me!
Calm down.
You're safe, now.
Remember that.
Wh-where am I?!
Where am I?!
You are safe at the king's camp.
Do you not remember?
They're coming!
Can't you hear them!
They're almost here!
No, they're not.
Please don't excite yourself so.
We're all going to die!
We need to get out of here!
Hush, my dear.
You'll only open your wounds if you continue.
You... you need to convince them!
We've got to run!
The darkspawn are coming!
I saw them!
We're gonna die!
I apologize, Warden.
He's been like this ever since they found him in the Wilds.
Aside from his wounds, we're not sure.
His blood is untainted.
He's just... terrified.
The commander who brought him here didn't seem to think so.
Only to himself, poor fellow.
His wounds will heal, but his mind...
You... you can feel it, can't you?
They taint the land, turn it black and sick.
You can feel it inside!
They'll come out of that forest and spread!
Like caterpillars covering a tree, they'll swallow us whole!
They were everywhere!
I saw them!
That's quite enough out of you.
You need to calm yourself, my good man.
The Grey Wardens will die!
The king will die!
We'll all die!
I'm not mad!
I saw them!
I...
I don't want to see any more.
I close my eyes and... please, just leave me be...
Why do you say that?
What's wrong with him?
Is it possible he has important information?
He's not dangerous, is he?
There are Grey Wardens here, you know.
We have them on the run, I hear.
You're mad, obviously.
I apologize if the soldier disturbed you.
Ever since they found him in the Wilds, he has been like this.
It's so sad.
You may not want to remain here long, Warden.
Most of these men have been tainted by the darkspawn blood.
Soldiers of Ferelden, my sisters and gentle folk, we stand here on the eve of battle.
Let us consider the evil before us.
In their pride, the mages of the ancient Tevinter Imperium sought to open a portal into the heavenly Golden City itself.
They tainted it with their sin, and they were cast back into our world as darkspawn.
They are man's sins made flesh, an evil that spreads like an illness across our land.
To face them, we must first face the evil within ourselves.
Let us bow our heads and beg the Maker's forgiveness.
Let us not be proud, so we may take courage against the darkness.
Maker above, hear the prayers of your sons and daughters.
We who betrayed your prophet Andraste now beg your forgiveness.
Do not abandon us in our darkest hour.
Watch over the valiant King Cailan and guide him as he faces this terrible evil.
Watch over Teyrn Loghain and give him the wisdom to bring us victory against the scourge of shadow.
Watch over Ferelden, the homeland of holy Andraste.
Keep her people safe from the darkspawn.
Let us bow our heads and offer prayers to the Maker, that He might find us worthy.
We stand here in this hour, good folk of Ferelden, and we contemplate the death that may await.
Death is no failure, my friends.
Should it find you, you will not have failed your king... you will have served your Maker.
Die in this battle and when you stand before the Maker in the land beyond the Fade, He shall not find you wanting.
Go not into death gladly, but with the knowledge that evil has been held at bay by your spilled blood.
And if you go to stand beside the Maker, go with our blessing.
For you shall not be forgotten.
My friends, let us bow our heads and remember those who have fallen and those who have yet to fall.
I must continue my prayer.
Another can assist you.
I do not have time to speak at present, thank you.
Quiet!
I'm trying to listen.
Is it my imagination or is the smell of that forest getting worse?
Blight, they say.
Leave the darkspawn in the forest, that's what I think.
They eat our dead.
That's how they get stronger.
You never get the stink off, I swear.
One of the buggers scratched me, it did.
Think we'll march soon?
Half our scouts have gone missing, they say.
My boots are near worn out.
Have you seen one of them close up?
Those darkspawn can't be killed!
I saw one with no head get right back up!
I heard there was a giant bear darkspawn with fangs as big as your arm!
I heard that some darkspawn use magic.
How?
They're animals!
They're evil things sent by the Maker to punish us!
They're going to kill us all!
Kill us and then eat us!
We're doomed, we are.
Maybe this really is a Blight!
Maybe the Grey Wardens are right!
We're all going to get sick.
That's what happens.
Blessed are they who stand before the corrupt and the wicked and do not falter.
Blessed art thou who exists in the sight of the Maker.
Though all before me is darkness, yet shall the Maker's Light be my guide.
I shall not be left to wander the drifting roads of the Fade; for there is no darkness, nor death, in the Maker's Light.
My faith sustains me; I shall not fear ten thousand men, should they set themselves against me.
Blessed are the peacekeepers, the champions of the just.
It burns!
It...
I can feel it inside me...
<desc>Groan</desc> Someone...
It hurts so much...
I... can't feel it...
He calls...
The teyrn will make short work of those darkspawn, just you watch.
Darkspawn give me the shivers.
The look in their eyes up close...
My father said Teyrn Loghain is a hero.
The king's lucky he's here.
Someone told me he saw one of our men on the field in the last battle, but he was all pale and fighting with the darkspawn.
I heard the king was even gambling with some of the men down in the valley last night.
He's all right, he is.
Have you heard about the king and Teyrn Loghain arguing?
When do the reinforcements arrive?
Are they really from Orlais?
Teyrn Loghain's men are up to something in the Tower of Ishal.
I wonder what it's all about.
I was told Arl Howe's forces are overdue.
What do these darkspawn want?
Has it been getting colder?
Every day seems colder.
I should ask Greagoir about me boat... shouldn't bother him though.
Busy man...
Corrupted Spider Queen
The scrolls contain treaties promising support.
Treaties that may prove valuable in the days to come.
Sad, isn't it?
Just one of the boys?
Betrayal is a coward's path.
A little hostile, aren't we?
So& any last wishes I can help fulfill before you head into battle?
Life is fleeting, you know.
That pretty face could be decorating some darkspawn spear this time tomorrow.
Shall I take that quiet glare as a no?
Ahhh, well.
Too bad.
Many humans have said that to me.
I do not understand it.
If I were indeed hostile, you would be bleeding.
Couldn't you tell?
So this is you being calm and helpful?
Trap 1
Trap 2
Trap 3
You know what?
Just follow orders and you'll do fine.
I have wondered that, myself.
It is one of the many things I find puzzling about your behavior.
Why did I let you out of that cage again?
If you'll excuse me, we are praying.
I could put you back there.
Do I even want to know what the other things are?
Shhh!
I'm trying to listen.
Cage Release
Let's get back to Orzammar as quickly as we can.
Stone Golem
Well, I find plenty of things puzzling about you, too.
Forgotten Spirit
Indignant Spirit
Yes, yes, idle threat, retort, counter-threat.
I know.
Are we done with this now?
There's fighting to do.
No, let's leave this discussion... polite.
I guessed as much.
<desc>This looks like someone's journal.
The cover is battered and torn, but intact.
As you leaf through the desiccated pages, the text catches your eye.</desc>
You want an investment opportunity, I could see fit to, say, sell <emp>you</emp> that lyrium instead--at the reasonable price of fifty sovereigns.
You can keep it or--since you can travel freely from here--sell it to Godwin, who you know is buying.
<desc>Sigh</desc> You haggle like a merchant-born.
Deal.
I said a reasonable price, not a stupid one.
Now do you want to buy, or no?
Fifty's a bit much when you've got no options.
Forty.
He won't be happy about that.
Hold on, I'll go get him...
<act>Lie</act> I have a message from the Grey Wardens.
In any case, we should go now.
What is there to be puzzled by?
I'm a simple creature.
I like swords.
I follow orders.
There's nothing else to know about me.
I don't think you're that simple.
You like swords?
Me too!
True enough.
I knew there had to be some reason I continue to travel with you.
As I said, you're not as callow as I thought.
Done and done!
You have your gold, and I have my lyrium.
Everyone's happy.
Uh... what about fifty sovereigns?
That's a good price, no?
Look...
I have sixty-five sovereigns and this dagger I stumbled upon in the tower.
Will that do?
That lyrium is not worth more than forty-five sovereigns.
I'm giving you fifty-- let's make it fifty-three, how's that?
You drive a hard bargain, friend.
If I had children, they'd be starving.
But I don't... so here's your gold.
It wasn't easy getting here.
Seventy-five.
Very nice.
Here's your lyrium.
It'll have to do.
You've just bought yourself some lyrium, ser.
Oh, fine.
Not good enough.
Let me know when you're serious.
Make it sixty and we're in business.
That's fair.
I'll come back when I think you're serious.
Really?!
Ahem...
I mean... really?
That's... interesting.
I might have changed my mind about keeping it...
I'll let it go for no less than seventy-five sovereigns.
Sixty sovereigns sounds like a reasonable price.
You can have it for fifty sovereigns.
Ha!
Fooled you.
Still keeping the lyrium.
Your grasp of the obvious is remarkable.
Cute.
You're the silent type, I see.
Welcome back, youngster.
Looking to go across to the tower?
You got your boat back?
Yes.
Please take me.
No, not right now.
Off we go then!
Well, I'll be here.
Greagoir came by, said I could have Lissie back.
He seemed sad and tired.
I'd like to go to the tower.
Warden, if I truly disliked you, I would leave.
That I am still here, you may interpret however you choose.
You don't like me much, do you?
You've returned?
Why?
All the other templars have left for the war.
There is nothing here but a tower in shambles.
Greagoir said that I had been through enough... that I need to... recover.
<desc>Sigh</desc> You should go... a great battle awaits you, does it not?
Farewell then.
I wish I could have gone with them... to fight.
Why are you here then?
I needed to look around one last time.
Oh, then perhaps I should go.
Maker have mercy on me...
Oh, the pain...
I don't want to die...
My wounds... they burn...
It's unbearable!
I should've just died...
We fight!
Time for some fun!
Dog
Genlock Emissary
Barricade
Greetings.
Is there anything you need?
The Circle will be battling the Blight.
I have brought supplies from the stockroom.
I must make sure there is nothing missing.
Can you provide me with anything?
I am willing to trade for some of the Circle's items.
You will be battling the Blight as well.
Lost your weapon, did you?
What of it?
Swinging an empty scabbard, then?
...
Your pike was purloined?
"Purloined?" Did you have to look that one up?
The elf gave me that one.
You have to admit, it's good.
Maybe.
You have to admit, it's good.
Dwarf.
Stop tripping me.
Stop tripping <emp>yourself</emp>!
If you were significant enough to notice, I wouldn't step on you.
Oh, well... your mother!
...
That was disappointing.
I expected better from you.
Sorry, I was in a rush.
<desc>Dog peers up at Sten, tail wagging.</desc>
Don't look at me like that.
<desc>Dog continues peering, a little more determined.</desc>
No.
Absolutely not.
There is no time.
We have work to do.
<desc>Whines</desc>
<desc>Sigh</desc> ...
Fine.
Bring me the stick.
But this is the last time, I swear it.
What do you want, now?
<desc>Barks</desc>
I don't understand you.
...
Are you trying to say something about a child in a well?
<desc><DogName/> gives Sten a quizzical look.</desc>
No?
Never mind, then...
Your weapon.
Draw it.
Why?
Are we under attack?
I want to see what you can do.
You want to <emp>fight</emp> me?
Just like that?
You are a Grey Warden.
How are you going to face an archdemon if you cannot face me?
It is a mystery, I'll admit.
I should let your weakness damn us all?
Draw your sword.
I'll try not to injure you permanently.
I don't have to prove anything to you.
Forget it.
So you do have a spine.
Pity you don't use it.
Don't you ever talk?
You know, make polite conversation just to put people at ease?
You mean that I should remark upon the weather before I cut off a man's head?
...
Never mind.
Why are you here?
Women are priests.
Or merchants.
Or artisans.
Or farmers.
None of those have any place fighting.
I have no idea how to answer this...
<desc>Sigh</desc> Leliana, what do you want from me?
Nothing!
I'm just curious.
There's a lot we don't know about you, Sten.
...Except that you're a big softie.
Please stop saying that.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make fun of you.
There's nothing wrong with having a heart, Sten.
It's just not what I expected.
You're so qunari!
All the stories speak as if you were a hurricane or an earthquake rather than people.
Qunari are most dangerous <emp>because</emp> we are thinking men and not unthinking force.
I don't understand.
What do you mean?
For your sake, I hope you never find out.
Stop that.
<desc>Giggles</desc> Stop what?
That.
Looking at me and <emp>giggling</emp>.
I can't help it!
You're so big and stoic!
Who would have thought you'd be a big softie?
Stop saying that.
I am a soldier of the Beresaad.
I am <emp>not</emp> a "softie."
<desc>Giggles</desc> Softie.
...
I hate humans.
I saw what you were doing back there.
Oh?
Don't play innocent with me.
You were picking flowers!
...
No, I wasn't.
You were!
...
They were medicinal.
You're a big softie!
We will never speak of this again.
Softie!
Outside, you were picking flowers!
You.
Playing with that kitten.
...
There was no kitten.
Sten, I saw you!
You were dangling a piece of twine for it.
I was helping it train.
I've heard stories about the qunari, you know.
They conquered nearly all of the north.
Tevinter, Rivain, Antiva...
Much of the land was laid waste.
In the northern kingdoms, they say the qunari are implacable.
Relentless.
More like a landslide than an invasion.
It took three Exalted Marches to drive them back to the sea. 
We'll do better next time.
Are there qunari bards?
Why wouldn't there be?
I don't know.
You don't seem like very musical people to me.
You base this on me?
I am a soldier.
The ansaam does not do battle with lutes.
Obviously, you are no priestess.
But shouldn't you be... running a shop, or a farm somewhere, rather than fighting?
You think to tell me my place, qunari?
You are very brave.
It is not <emp>done</emp>.
What are you trying to do, woman?
I was not attempting to do anything.
And do not speak to me in that tone.
With the Warden.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Ah.
Did you desire a demonstration?
Do you believe you can control him?
Did your magic fail you there?
You have no idea what you speak of, qunari.
Perhaps not.
But I know a viper when I see one.
You are very quiet, Sten.
Only compared to some.
Do you know of the <emp>kasaanda</emp>?
The... sundew, in the common tongue?
No?
You are so alike, I thought you kindred.
What is that supposed to mean?
What is the sundew?
A flower.
Oh?
I am a flower, am I?
How unexpected.
That entraps and devours insects.
Ah, now <emp>that</emp> I expected. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
Women are artisans, or merchants.
Or farmers, though you don't seem particularly... earthy.
They have no place in war.
I can't even begin to tell you what's wrong with that idea.
It is not <emp>done</emp>.
There is no more to it.
You can stop flinching, Sten.
I'm not going to harm you.
I do not fear harm to myself.
An unbound mage is like a wildfire.
As prone to simply consume itself as it is to devour all that surrounds it.
I do wish you wouldn't refer to mages as, "it."
Are all qunari as quiet as you are?
Are all mages as chatty as you?
...
That's fair.
So, your sheath is empty, then, my qunari friend?
My sheath?
You do not seem to be rising to the occasion.
I do not know which is worse, you or the dwarf.
Oh, I am, assuredly.
He gets all his best lines from me.
Do you spend your free time composing these?
Oh, no.
They arise in the inspiration of the moment.
You should write them down, then.
Quietly.
I knew one of your countrymen once, elf.
Oh?
Have you been to Antiva, then?
No.
Until I came to Ferelden, I had never left the islands.
She came to Seheron twice a year with the traders who bought spices from the northern jungle.
Only she among the traders would speak to the antaam.
Questions about the rainforest, its depths, and the things to be seen there.
We humored her.
She was... an unfortunate soul.
Unfortunate in what way?
She was a Crow, as you were.
Sent to assassinate the kithshoks, leaders of the army of Seheron, for the Tevinter Imperium.
We knew this, and pitied her.
I'm surprised you did not simply slay her.
There was no need.
Her questions were meant to show her the way through the jungle towards our fortifications.
And so one day, she snuck into the jungle to find her target.
We found the pieces of her body in a tree, where the spotted cats kept them for later.
We had never told her that our kithshoks were the ones who negotiated all the trades at the port.
Then she was a fool.
That's not very sympathetic, I'm afraid.
It was her ignorance we pitied, not her mistake.
She believed we hoarded things we cared for as her own people do.
We were sorry for her, that she thought only some people were important.
"Sten" is not a name, is it?
Do you always begin conversations this way?
It's your rank, is it not?
I have met a few qunari in Antiva, you know.
Not much for conversation, but some of them are quite easy on the eyes.
Those are not qunari.
No?
They are what, then?
Very large dwarves with comical accents?
They wear the faces of qunari, but they are <emp>Tal-Vashoth</emp>.
Fiends of Seheron.
They have abandoned the Qun.
With titles like your own, though.
Which makes me curious: What is your name, then?
"Sten," is enough.
But it is not your name.
It is who I am.
Tell me, what did the qunari come to Thedas for?
You know the answer.
Do I?
Yes.
Why did humans come here?
Humans have always been here.
Have they?
The elves tell another story.
That happened so long ago, it can reasonably be said that humanity has been in Thedas forever.
You have a strangely short view of eternity, then.
Why did you leave them?
The men at Ostagar.
They were your brothers-in-arms, were they not?
They were.
Your place was on the field.
Do qunari soldiers never retreat, then?
We never need to.
We do.
I do not understand what a golem is.
Why would anyone create such a being?
Why would one create a sword?
To strike at its enemies.
But you are no sword, golem.
You speak like a living creature, but act like a possession.
I do not know what to make of you.
<desc>Snorts</desc> I am no possession, not now that the control rod is broken.
"Age by age have men stood up and said to the world, 'From what has come before me, I was forged, but I am new and greater than my forebears.'"
"And so each man walks the world in ruin, abandoned and untried.
Less than the whole of his being." 
It is a riddle?
<desc>Sigh</desc> It seems so.
What do you estimate are the chances of success, qunari?
For the Grey Warden?
Little to none.
So why does it follow?
I do not risk death, but it does.
My mission is no different from the Grey Warden's.
I must see this through to the end.
It would rather perish than give up its quest?
Indeed.
There is honor to be salvaged in such a quest, no matter its chances.
Honor is a curious thing.
It is far better to be practical.
What use is practicality when it leads to cowardice and emptiness?
It is better to live well than to live.
An... interesting theory.
There is worth in your life, Shale.
There is value.
But only if it is used.
I don't know if I have the strength for another big battle.
The Grey Warden saved us.
Fighting the Blight is the least we can do.
The Circle has always played a part in defeating the Blights.
This is our chance to show that we will fight and die for our home, just like any other Fereldan.
True...
"Sheer chance?" Thanks.
It wouldn't surprise me if that were true.
No, can't say I have.
Will the Circle be ready to face the Blight?
Do not worry, we are gearing up for battle as we speak.
We will be there, when the time comes.
Can the Circle go to Redcliffe to save a possessed child?
The child is possessed?
But... killing the demon would mean killing the--
Unless you intend to enter the Fade?
Yes... yes, it can be done with a group of mages...
I shall gather what mages I can and we shall leave promptly.
A life is at stake.
The Sword of the Beresaad
Come on, you've rested enough.
We need to get these out of the tower before they get... fragrant.
Touching those abominations... it's wrong.
Someone has to do it.
Why do we have to take them across the lake to burn?
The lake's right there...
I think we will be all right now... thanks to you.
The children are already a lot calmer.
I dread to think of what might have become of us if you hadn't come along.
Bye-bye!
You're a nice person.
I hope you kill lots of darkspawn.
I hope the demons don't come back.
Maker rest the souls of all, templar and mage, who gave their lives defending the Circle.
May they find peace at last.
So we are just going to send him with that woman?
It seems so dangerous!
One fool plan on top of another.
Some of us are deeply disappointed by it.
What a remarkable coincidence.
Undead, perhaps?
Spirits possessing the bodies of the dead.
We could be dealing with a mage--but who would do such a thing?
Undead.
Spirits possessing the dead.
There could be several causes behind such a thing, none of them pleasant.
It seems there is no end to the demands upon your time.
Let us seek your allies elsewhere!
We... we're just going to abandon these people to their fate?
Surely you don't mean that!
I would rather we tried!
We could make all the difference, here!
Maybe you're right.
Oh, how I hate this!
No, I don't believe that.
If you wanted to, you would do something.
I see you're taking the Grey Warden reputation for ruthlessness to heart.
Thank the Maker!
I knew you'd see sense!
What a relief that you do not intend to mire us in this pitiful mess.
Let us be underway soon.
Bah.
Sounds like it could have been a good fight, too.
There are no darkspawn here, and nothing to gain.
It is a fool's errand.
Leave?
And what about our plan to get Arl Eamon's help?
The plan was never to come and defend this village.
Yet helping these humans does nothing of the sort.
I thought you were better than this.
I still think it unwise.
You'd save this village while countless others fall to the darkspawn?
So be it.
Sometimes a heart must be as stone.
How pointless, to help these villagers fight an impossible battle.
One would think we had enough to contend with elsewhere.
Good!
As long as there's a bloody battle, I say let's wade into the middle of it!
Hmph.
Maybe we should crack his kneecaps, first?
You would rather we died with them?
We are doing all we can, Leliana.
This is not up for discussion.
I suppose you're right.
We should help.
What would you have us do, instead?
If there's a chance to rescue the arl, we have to try.
I'm not abandoning these people.
Forget it.
Then leave if you don't like it.
<desc>Sigh</desc> W-well, yes... but that's not all they're for.
If you saw a pretty lady in a beautiful dress, you'd want to see her dancing in her dainty shoes, and not in... in huge boots...
Shoes are shoes.
They're there to keep your feet dry.
I'd think "Great, there's a woman with some sense!"
If she has other assets, I wouldn't be looking at her feet.
I don't see the difference...
A beautiful woman will be beautiful anyway.
Like you are.
<desc>Groans</desc> Men!
It seems women only dress up for other women, because men don't care or notice.
I have bandages in my pack.
I know what you're going to say and...
I'm just going to spare you the trouble.
You've chosen, haven't you?
Yes, Morrigan is the one for me.
Yes, Alistair is the one for me.
Yes, Zevran is the one for me.
I... had a feeling this would happen.
I suppose I... hope you are happy together.
I'm not stupid.
Did you think you were the first person to ever disappoint me?
I know that look.
I'm sorry, Leliana.
How did you know what I was going to say?
Ah, this is getting a little awkward and I think I'm going to excuse myself now...
Well that's just typical, isn't it?
Apparently everyone seems to agree that a Blight is the perfect time to start killing each other.
Marvelous, really.
I do not question the king.
He did pass this way a short time ago.
Shall we escort you to him?
I am told my brother Trian is at the Proving grounds.
Faryn
Pleasure doing business with you.
Fine.
That much is clear.
More than you realize, even.
This is not the Blight.
Why involve us in this?
Let us fight, then, since you are so eager.
I understand you are a fool.
So be it.
How typical.
Thank the Maker!
I was hoping you'd come around.
That's good.
The survival rate of ingrates is remarkably low, so I hear.
Well, we do want to help however we can.
You can trust us.
The weak must learn to protect themselves.
That is unworthy of you, Sten.
Are the qunari never in need of aid?
Are you people so heartless?
No qunari would ever cower helplessly, not woman, nor elder nor child.
They would fight for their survival with tooth and nail.
Well... we're not qunari.
I'm not asking those folk to fight monsters.
Right.
Those helpless bastards.
How dare they.
Surely even the qunari are not always pillars of strength?
Do you not lean upon each other for support?
Heh.
Sooner would be better, from the look of it.
Would this be before or after we save your sorry hides?
We have to do this, Sten, don't you understand?
We're doing it.
No questions.
You're right.
We shouldn't get involved.
<emp>Locate Sten's sword</emp>
Sten revealed to you the reason he went berserk and killed the farmers: He awoke without his sword.
The beresaad value their swords highly, and do not part with them until death.
The thought that his sword might be lost drove Sten into a mindless rage.
You told Sten that you would try to track down his sword.
Sten has revealed to you that the reason he went berserk and killed the farmers was that he awoke without his sword.
The beresaad value their swords highly, and do not part with it till death.
The thought that his sword might be lost drove Sten into a mindless rage.
You told Sten that the sword is probably lost forever.
We must do nothing but find the Blight.
I was hoping you might change your mind.
No, I'm not joking at all.
We have to do this, Sten.
More than for my crown, I thank you for aiding Branka's recovery of our greatest treasure.
With the Anvil in our hands, I need risk no dwarven lives to counter this Blight.
I will send Branka whatever she needs to forge a golem army.
When you face the archdemon, Warden, it will be with stone giants at your back, not mere men.
I have already sent a mission to Branka.
I'm certain by the time you call for us, I can send you a vanguard of golems for your army.
Map of Ostagar
Must we do this?
The faith that will protect these men must come from their heart, surely.
So we head into the city to face the archdemon together, do we?
Just as it should be.
Allow me to say that it has been a pleasure, my friend.
Assassinating you was the luckiest thing that could have happened to me.
<desc>Laughs</desc> And yet good enough to fight an archdemon!
Imagine that!
By your side I would willingly storm the gates of the Dark City itself.
Do not doubt it.
That... is an excellent point.
I take it back.
Perish the thought!
If this should be the last we speak, I want you to know... assassinating you was the luckiest thing that could have happened to me.
Ah.
Cruel to the end.
This is why I adore you so.
I would say it at the gates of the Dark City itself.
Yes.
Yes, I know that.
Of course not.
Wherever you lead, I will gladly follow.
So here we part ways.
You do not wish me to stand by you, in the end?
Oh, now you worry about my health! <desc>Laughs</desc>
In truth, for the chance to be by your side I would storm the Dark City itself.
Never doubt it.
Cruel to the end.
Then let us give the fates something to consider.
Then I shall hold you to that.
In truth, for a true friend such as yourself I would gladly storm the Dark City itself.
Do not doubt it.
You know, you may be right.
You say that like I might <emp>want</emp> to fight the archdemon!
Are you mad?
Let me wish you well, and may we shake hands again in victory when all of this is done.
Will I... see you again?
Or is this truly good-bye?
Let's be thankful you're not as good as you think.
It is good to have you here, Zevran.
Say that again when we meet the archdemon.
Right.
You're making me cry, here.
Let's be thankful you're not a better assassin.
Will you still say that when we reach the archdemon?
I love you, Zevran.
I hope you know that.
Don't say your good-byes just yet.
I don't want to put you in that kind of danger.
Whatever happens...
I love you.
If fate is kind, we'll see each other soon.
I will be back.
I promise.
This is good-bye.
Against a dragon?
Are you sure you'd want to?
I can't use you, Zevran.
Nothing personal.
Not this time, my friend.
Not this time, Zevran.
Impact Point
A fine tactic.
Provided it actually kills them and you don't end up having to deal with <emp>flaming</emp> undead.
According to the legend, the followers of Andraste brought her ashes back to Ferelden to hide them from the Imperium.
They say the followers of Andraste smuggled her ashes out of Tevinter and hid them in Ferelden.
The Urn's never been heard of since.
If they intend to cower and not fight, then most of them likely will.
Surely this cannot be the entire village?
These few are all who are left?
How awful this must be for you all!
Is this everyone who is left?
All those who cannot defend themselves, yes.
Well, can't you just tell him the Maker will watch over him?
Morale is a powerful thing, you know.
Does he not realize that it is his faith alone which must sustain him?
It is faith alone which will bring the Maker's aid.
Unfortunately, he seeks the Maker's protection in a far too literal sense.
This is something I cannot promise nor provide.
So when you are useful, that is when you are not lynched? 'Tis good to know.
Enjoy doing that, do you?
How noble.
Grief can make us do many things that don't make any sense, I'm afraid.
If he has foolishly run off then he is no doubt dead.
You should get used to that fact.
Nice.
Maybe you want to kick her in the head while you're at it?
I can't believe you'd say such a thing!
Have you no heart at all?
Shall we comfort her with lies?
If she is to face death, better she face it honestly.
Or better yet pick up a blade and avenge him.
I hope he didn't try to go to the castle!
Oh, that would be awful!
<desc>Breathes deeply</desc> Ah.
Misery, vomit, and malt liquor. <desc>Sigh</desc> Reminds me of home.
Maker's breath!
What is that smell?
It's like someone set a brewery on fire!
Somebody's been drinking.
You are asking a great deal, you wretched little man.
We will do our best.
Please believe us, friend.
Oh, lovely.
Shall we next begin rescuing kittens from trees?
Is this a promise we will not keep?
Let's hope not.
I said nothing to you, human.
I'm all for the killing.
If you're taking votes, that is.
Or we could just leave him alone.
He's just a drunk old man who wants his daughter back!
Is that so terrible?
Well it's about time.
Must you be so... aggressive?
It's so unseemly.
Or how about we don't?
Old man?
Harmless?
Drunk?
Any of these things ring a bell?
Hmm.
True.
I did hear that.
Oh come <emp>on</emp>.
Against?
Bah.
Interferer.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Well don't let me stop your fun.
Time for one last drink?
No?
Oh well.
You heard him.
He wants to die.
Is that an argument for or against?
Fine.
I'll let him live.
I'll kill him if I like.
Soldier's Tent
I approve.
All who are able should fight.
Goodness!
Your own run-down, shoddy tavern?
Congratulations.
Extortion?
How...unseemly.
Is this truly necessary?
I suppose not.
Oh, do what you like.
I think there are better ways to deal with someone, no matter how vile.
Inspiring.
Then... you'll take the eighty silvers?
Yes?
Yay.
Violence.
But unlucky you I <emp>am</emp>.
You want to defend him?
Too bad.
Fine, have it your way.
I think it is.
Maybe not.
Alistair, she's one archdemon short of a Blight.
Yes, but she seems more... "Ooh, pretty colors!" than "Muahaha!
I am Princess Stabbity!
Stab, kill, kill!"
Don't make me stab-kill <emp>you</emp>.
She's not coming.
Ha-ha, Alistair.
Very well, if you insist.
I think she'll be more trouble than she's worth.
I knew this would come up sooner or later. <desc>Sigh</desc> I don't know how to explain, but I had a dream...
In it there was an impenetrable darkness... it was so dense, so real.
And there was a noise, a terrible, ungodly noise... 
I stood on a peak and watched as the darkness consumed everything... and when the storm swallowed the last of the sun's light, I...
...I fell, and the darkness drew me in...
I have had dreams.
This was... different, somehow.
When I woke, I went to the chantry's gardens, as I always do.
But that day, the rosebush in the corner had flowered...
There are so many good things in the Maker's world.
How can I sit by while the Blight devours... everything?
I suppose I did.
That was what the darkness was, no?
So it's just a dream.
Why say it's a vision?
I don't need your Maker interfering in my life.
You dreamed of the Blight?
What then?
That doesn't mean anything.
Would that you would pay so dearly for a kiss from me.
How generous.
What?
You jest, surely.
Why not simply throw all our coin into the river?
Oh?
Well don't let me stop you from spending <emp>your</emp> coin.
Oh have it your way, then.
'Tis not a question of affordability... oh, never mind.
It's not such a bad life.
Just tell Bann Teagan we sent you.
A woman like you, perhaps.
Hot.
Kissing serving wenches, now?
Perhaps you intend to roll around in the nearest pig pen, as well?
I suppose that's one way to celebrate.
It is far more appropriate that a woman run a business anyway.
Yes, he's a funny one all right.
That's what the Grey Wardens are all about.
Amusing people.
It's <emp>my</emp> coin, not <emp>our</emp> coin.
We can afford this much.
You're right.
Forget I mentioned it.
Everyone <emp>knew</emp> that bush was dead.
It was grey and twisted and gnarled--the ugliest thing you ever saw, but there it was--a single, beautiful rose.
It was as though the Maker stretched out His hand to say: "Even in the midst of this darkness, there is hope and beauty.
Have faith."
In my dream, I fell, or... or maybe I jumped...
I'd do anything to stop the Blight.
I know that we can do it.
You're simply here to act suspiciously, I take it?
What?
I'm... not acting suspiciously!
Oh?
Now that <emp>was</emp> convincing.
There's something about this man's demeanor.
I...
I don't know.
But you do, don't you?
I know a spy when I see one.
Just leave me to drink, all right?
I just want to be left alone.
Bah.
I say kill him.
Couldn't he do it headless?
Oh, fine.
Hmph.
If he really cared, he'd do it headless.
Everything you've killed and <emp>this</emp> guy gets special treatment?
Now I feel warm inside.
Fitting.
He needs to work for his redemption.
No, I don't think so.
Hmm.
I agree.
It is not your life, but mine that He guides.
I suppose you will never understand.
No one does.
It's all right.
The Blight is the Maker's punishment.
Will you defy Him?
That's just wishful thinking, Leliana.
I...
I don't know.
He made this world...
He could destroy it... but there is so much worth saving...
I...
That is why you are a Grey Warden.
Come... there is a Blight to stop.
I suppose I couldn't sit by either.
You... you're such a pessimist!
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Who is it?
Who's our new king?
Surface silks, half price!
If there's civil war, what will happen to us?
I've never seen an elf down here before.
May the ancestors protect us all.
We affirm our belief in the Maker, in Andraste and the Chant, but other than that, there are no vows taken.
Not I.
I am only affirmed.
Affirmed?
Can you believe King Endrin turned against his own son?
The ancestors always favored the Aeducans.
The ancestors have smiled on you today.
Can you believe how many families are supporting Bhelen?
Must the Provings be so violent?
You did the right thing.
You will always be remembered as a friend to the kings of Orzammar.
I'm surprised to see you here, traitor.
Rica said to make yourself at home.
Young Prince Endrin is a smart one.
You're wise to support the rightful king.
Your service to House Aeducan does you credit.
You will always be welcome here.
Lord Harrowmont was hoping you'd return.
House Harrowmont is honored to have you here.
Finally.
The crown is where it belongs.
Now Orzammar can see to the darkspawn.
You will get what's coming to you.
Harrowmont will drag Orzammar down into the dust.
You are supporting the rightful king.
Harrowmont will make a weak leader.
Your win was quite spectacular, but I will not change my vote.
Congratulations on winning the Proving.
Endrin did not turn against his son.
It's a lie.
Orzammar is finally in good hands.
Bhelen is going to destroy Orzammar.
This is terrible!
Endrin did not want this!
Harrowmont is a noble man and will make a good king.
King or no king, nothing ever changes in Dust Town.
They say the guardsmen are finally cleaning out Dust Town.
They'll be after us next!
Don't you go asking so many questions.
Get you in trouble one day.
I thought I knew her.
My devotion to her blinded me to her... less than noble attributes.
She was a remarkable woman.
I cannot fully express the admiration I had for her, or the depth of my affection.
Nobles, mostly.
Spy on you?
What would <emp>you</emp> have that a spoiled and bored Orlesian nobleman could want?
Some do.
Mostly it is nobles spying on other nobles.
The empress must have her own bards at her disposal, I suppose, but many are more... self-serving.
What do you think?
They infiltrate, steal... sometimes assassinate.
It depends on the bard.
Patron?
What sort of patron?
I knew it!
You're not just some innocent sister!
Do they spy on Ferelden?
Doesn't the monarchy govern them?
What sort of services does a bard offer?
You?
A blood mage?
Truly?
I would never have guessed.
A blood mage!
Well <emp>that</emp> isn't good.
Ahhh, I thought you looked familiar.
I had thought you... dead.
Hunted down by the templars.
I guess you might have been told that.
I was in hiding when I was caught, but instead of killing me, Loghain made me an offer.
Connor?
A mage?
I can't believe it!
I say kill the mage.
He cannot be trusted.
He doesn't need to <emp>die</emp>, surely...
I say this boy could still be of use to us.
But if not, then let him go.
Why keep him prisoner here?
Hey, hey!
Let's not forget he's a blood mage!
You can't just... set a blood mage free!
Better to slay him?
Better to punish him for his choices?
Is this Alistair who speaks or the templar?
I'd say it's common sense.
We don't even know the whole story yet.
Because he is dangerous, my dear.
If not to others, then surely to himself.
You betray your own kind with such words, old woman.
<emp>Humanity</emp> is my kind.
To play with forces beyond one's control is to invite disaster, no matter one's intentions.
He wishes to redeem himself... doesn't everyone deserve that chance?
Like yourself, you mean?
Everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves in the Maker's eyes; this man no less than any.
Oh?
Like anyone else we know?
Jowan has good intentions, but... a blood mage?
I...
I find it difficult to trust his words.
He's your friend.
You know him best...
I don't know.
He is a blood mage... but this is an unusual situation.
Give me a chance, please!
Are you truly suggesting just... letting him go?
A dangerous blood mage?
That's not what I... oh, never mind.
I...
I guess not.
He's survived so far.
I just think letting him go might be dangerous.
But I guess you know best.
A foolish decision.
It will come back to haunt you.
Why can you not?
Must he be destroyed simply for what he is?
Which is such a crime, I see.
So be it.
Is there a difference?
I think not.
It does, but it seems this is not something you will accept.
You can hunt him yourself, if you like.
I won't leave him here to die.
Would you?
He can stay here, then.
No, I suppose you're right.
No, for what he has done.
This has nothing to do with you.
Maybe... maybe I just tell myself He's there to console myself.
To know there's someone watching out for me, to know I'm not alone!
But I was...
I was alone and desperate when I fled to Ferelden.
I went to the only place I knew would take me.
You're not alone, Leliana.
Don't lose your faith now.
Oh, just get on with your life.
That's right.
You don't need the Maker.
Oh, the poor lad!
Maybe I never found faith, I just pretended to because... because I knew the Chantry would hide me.
One of the arl's knights, Ser Donall, is here searching for fantasies while&
Never mind.
Ask him if you care about this foolishness.
My master has not forgotten how you defended him from Bruntin Vollney.
It is best you not linger, though.
Just... in case.
If only our powers worked to keep away the darkspawn.
Alas it is not so.
Why?
What is the Right of Annulment?
I...
I appreciate you trying to find him but what are the chances--
Aneirin the healer...?
You... know Aneirin?
He... he lives?
No, it can't be him.
Perhaps it is a common elven name...
No, I know of only one Aneirin.
Ah, it makes sense!
Aneirin said that he was from the human cities.
You are old friends then?
If you seek Aneirin, you must venture into the forest.
He prefers to be amidst the trees and the animals.
Thank you all so much.
Have you ever heard of an elf named Aneirin?
Where is he?
Is he in the camp?
If it is the same Aneirin, then yes, Wynne knows him.
You see?
There's no harm in asking.
Sad that it needed to come to that, but then they asked for it.
Will you accept a small reward for your service?
They won't bother you again.
I killed them.
The Blight--How will you end it?
Is that all?
It is surrounded by an ocean of darkspawn.
How will you reach it?
If you reach it, how will you slay it?
If you hope to slay the archdemon with wit, you may want to arm yourself first.
You say you are a Grey Warden.
I have heard stories of this order.
Great strategists and peerless warriors.
That is what we hear of the Wardens.
So far I am not impressed.
Will you make that excuse to the archdemon?
Or the victims it claims in the meantime?
Evidently not.
It remains only to see what you <emp>are</emp> here for.
We have to fight the archdemon.
I thought we'd just ask the darkspawn to please leave.
Wait, you doubt I'm really a Warden?
I'm new to the Wardens.
What, you think you could do better?
I'm not here to impress you.
What have you heard?
What does this have to do with anything?
I don't understand.
You look like a woman.
You are a Grey Warden.
So it follows that you can't be a woman.
Women are priests, artisans, shopkeepers, or farmers.
They don't fight.
The laborers, soldiers, and ashkaari are men.
There is nothing else left.
Why would women ever wish to be men?
That makes no sense.
Do they also wish to live on the moon?
That's as attainable.
One of those things can't be true.
I don't know what to make of you.
Perhaps this is a quality of Grey Wardens I had not heard about.
What does that have to do with anything?
No one gets to choose who they are.
A person is born: qunari, or human, or elven, or dwarf.
He doesn't choose that.
The size of his hands, whether he is clever or foolish, the land he comes from, the color of his hair: These are beyond his control.
We do not choose, we simply are.
Can they?
Of course not.
It is who I am.
That's not up to me.
So you understand my confusion, then.
"Flirting?" I don't know this word.
Speak the common tongue.
What's not to understand about that?
That's not a very comprehensive list.
That's not a universal truth.
Some women fight.
They don't wish to be men.
They wish to be women who fight.
I'm a woman, and I'm fighting.
We're going around in circles here.
Maybe we should just stop talking about this.
You think they can't be women, because women don't fight?
None of this makes any sense, Sten.
What if they don't want to be any of those things?
Of course they do.
But a person can choose what to do.
Didn't you choose to be a soldier?
That doesn't make any sense, Sten.
Well, I'm confused now, anyway.
Why can't I be a woman?
Not precisely, no.
Grey Wardens can't be women?
I am a woman.
Are you flirting with me, Sten?
"To be fooled by the world is unfortunate: By oneself, is deadly."
Like a hurricane, you wander, attacking everything in your path, wasting strength.
There is no purpose here.
Prove it.
Take us to the battlefield.
Set us against the archdemon.
We?
Or you?
Loghain is not standing before us, blocking our way to the enemy.
You're afraid to face it, aren't you?
You fear the archdemon.
That is why we dance circles around it like a courting bird.
I will not follow if you will not lead.
Then fight.
Fine, lead us somewhere, then.
What you do now, you do on your own.
I don't doubt that.
Just your sense of direction.
How many is enough?
All the humans south of the Nocen?
All the armies in Thedas?
We're trying to end the Blight.
Stop complaining, I know what I'm doing.
What would you have us do, then?
We're not ready yet.
We have to stop Loghain first.
That would be reckless and stupid.
Well, I'm leading, so get moving.
I will lead us to the archdemon.
If you're leaving, leave.
I'm not afraid of anything.
Just shut up so we can get moving.
I'm being cautious.
We need to gather more armies.
I take it you want to say something?
More quotes?
This isn't a good time, Sten.
Parshaara!
I have followed where you led.
Now I wish to know: Are we going to battle or not?
More words.
There is nothing behind them.
I will go no further with you.
...
Unless it dies of old age first.
Lead, Warden.
Defend yourself.
What now?
Of course we are.
What are you saying?
If you don't want to follow me, leave.
Shut up and move.
We'll reach the archdemon soon enough.
We don't have time for this, Sten.
Keep moving, Sten.
Even the seasoned knights who apprehended him were disturbed by the carnage.
However docile he appears, do not be fooled.
That qunari is a danger.
Get out before I call the templars!
The teyrn claims that the Grey Wardens are responsible for the king's death.
Let me take the qunari and fight the darkspawn.
What do I care for Loghain's lies?
Interesting strategy.
Tell me: Do you intend to keep going north until it becomes south, and attack the archdemon from the rear?
Truly.
It would surprise <emp>me</emp> if my enemy counter-attacked by running away and climbing a mountain.
How will this help him?
I have no doubt of your <emp>faith</emp>. 
I am beginning to doubt your <emp>sanity</emp>, however.
The archdemon is our goal.
And we are heading away from it.
To find the charred remnants of a dead woman.
No, I do not.
And that is more important than the Blight?
His army was broken at Ostagar.
He is a solitary old man.
Why do you fear him?
Revenge will not end the Blight.
We are wasting effort.
You haven't thought this through.
It is not an issue of trust, kadan.
I trust you with my life.
But this is not my life at risk.
It is our goal.
I have spoken my mind.
Let us waste no more time here.
Be careful, kadan.
There is always another path.
It is, however, a wise plan?
There is only so much one can prepare, kadan.
Eventually, one must simply step forward and accept what comes.
I will not simply follow in your shadow as you run from battle.
I'm not leaving.
I'm taking command.
Defend yourself, Warden.
We will settle this.
We'll find out, won't we?
Defend yourself, Warden.
Then turn and fight.
You keep the darkspawn waiting.
No, you're not.
I'm taking command.
...
For now.
No.
I'm taking command.
Not anymore.
I'm taking command.
Reason.
Is it?
I see.
I was mistaken, then.
It seemed to me that we were climbing a mountain in the middle of nowhere on some frivolous whim of yours.
Oh?
Are we in some hurry?
I ask your pardon, then.
It seemed to me as though we were in the midst of aimlessly climbing a mountain in the middle of nowhere.
It'll never see this coming.
Arl Eamon is ill.
That's why we're here.
The Ashes can heal him.
Can you think of another way?
You already know this, Sten.
This will help us to stop Loghain.
We can't deal with the Blight while Loghain acts against us.
He's still powerful.
You just have to trust me.
This is something we have to do to reach our goal.
I haven't forgotten what's at stake.
Ferelden is my home.
I know.
I don't intend to fail, Sten.
There's nothing else we can do.
We have to try something.
This is a feint, Sten.
Don't worry, I have a plan.
Consider this training for what's to come.
You're free to leave.
You think anyone will follow you?
I'm not running, Sten.
You've said your piece, now get back in line.
Well, there's nothing you can do about it.
I'm in charge.
He killed Duncan.
I don't fear him, I just need to stop him.
We need the army.
It's just something I have to do.
We're not "running away" from anything.
What do you want, exactly?
This is necessary.
Don't argue with me right now, Sten.
An exorcism will not help him, my lady.
No!
Please, I--!
Heh.
Won't get any argument here.
We can't kill a young boy, demon or no demon.
Please don't say we're considering that!
I do not like the idea of hurting the boy, but...
Blood magic.
How can more evil be of any help here?
Two wrongs don't make a right.
Can we even trust this Jowan to do as he promises?
Give him access to such power and who knows what he shall do?
I am uneasy.
It does seem like a sensible choice, with a willing participant.
Indeed.
It should not be difficult to get what is needed, provided we have the time.
Then there's not much more to say.
Something else will need to be done.
It must be done.
The cancer must be cut out.
It <emp>isn't</emp> right.
Please don't do this.
There must be another way.
Maybe.
But it feels like we simply haven't tried hard enough.
No, I don't know that.
You do this and you'll be killing an innocent.
His death will not make up for any of the others.
And I should stand by and watch an innocent die?
I cannot believe it.
The Circle can't help us any longer.
You know it's for the best, Leliana.
This is what we're doing.
Are there other options?
I'm glad we decided to take this route.
This is really the best option.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> Magic.
The entire Chant takes weeks to sing, and is only done straight through at the Grand Cathedral in Val Royeaux.
I'd like to learn more.
I beg your pardon.
I did not see you approach.
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Andraste's ashes are said to cure any illness.
But I fear we are chasing a fable.
With each day, my hope dims.
Maker's mercy. <desc>Sigh</desc> Thank you for giving me these.
I would never have known otherwise.
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It's not her fault!
This was my idea!
It's not his fault!
This was my idea!
I'm trying to listen to the bards' song.
Can we speak when they're done?
Please, I don't want to get involved.
You dare bring that murderer in here!
I knew the families he slaughtered!
That wretched qunari <emp>still</emp> lives after three weeks in his cage.
No matter, the horde will get him.
I cannot believe our young King Cailan already rests in his grave.
Maker take his soul.
I hope you're not one of those scavengers, off to pick the battlefield clean.
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Beraht's been warning me ever since two of his other girls found patrons at Lord Harrowmont's reception.
Abandoning Cailan was for the greater good?
Who let one of them in here?
Don't even think about taking anything.
I've got my eye on you.
I'm just cheered by the thought that you might have picked up a book at some point.
It had pictures.
Dirty ones.
Well, naturally.
I didn't.
But I suppose I do, now.
All right, forget I asked.
What an utter relief.
And star-struck maids, apparently.
You're having me on.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You need to eat in more Fereldan inns.
Have it your way.
Should you change your mind...
You'll be the first to know, don't you worry.
Is that so.
There is a Circle in my country, of course, but perhaps things are different here.
So you say.
I do hope that one day soon you will discover that neither is he.
You mistake my intent, old cat.
And you are a fool.
Am I?
Well, let's hope so.
More's the pity.
Careful, young man, or puckered garments may be the least of your problems.
But it is done.
Do not be such a blind fool.
I speak the truth.
It is not I who is blind.
Look around you, then.
You see women throughout this land, fighters and mages both.
That has yet to be proven.
Which?
That they fight?
Or that they are female?
Either.
So I am not truly a woman to you?
Hmm. 'Tis good to know.
I do not understand.
Do the qunari have no female mages?
No female warriors?
Do you believe I wish to be a man?
You cannot be a man.
That will lead you only to frustration.
Hmm.
I believe this discussion does the same.
Let us speak no more of it, Sten.
I won't tell anyone what happened, I swear!
Please leave.
You're making me nervous.
Who let them in here?
What do you want?
I've got nothing for you.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> It appears my secret is out.
That is a very serious accusation.
Are you certain you wish to make it?
Of course.
You simply catch us at an... awkward moment.
Not to mention that this woman is a companion of yours.
Why bring an apostate with you, only to turn her in?
It strikes me as odd.
'Tis odd indeed.
Do you wish to be rid of me, Grey Warden?
You might simply have said so.
The templars know of you now...
Morrigan.
We will come looking for you.
I suggest you co-operate when we do.
I have no fear of you and your templars.
Do as you wish.
Ahhh, betrayal.
And from a man whom I even thought cared for me.
It seems mother is indeed correct.
Ahhh, betrayal.
And here I thought we had even become... friends.
It seems mother was indeed correct.
So 'tis betrayal, then.
How very not surprising.
Then in the name of the Maker, I command you to come with us.
You shall be placed into templar custody until your fate is decided.
You have made your choice, Grey Warden.
So be it. 'Tis not the last you'll hear from me.
Hmph.
Chasing her will have to wait.
Thank you for informing us of her existence, Grey Warden.
'Tis a warning, then?
Well played.
Consider me... chastised.
Isn't controlling apostates what you templars do?
I want you to know about her... but I still need her help.
Morrigan is as dangerous as those mages in the tower.
Then I withdraw my accusation.
I am glad you have come to your... senses.
I hope you are telling the truth.
I suggest you change your mind, Grey Warden.
Quickly.
Don't threaten me, old woman.
Mm, how delightful!
Try not to acquire the smell of salt and tar while you root around in the gutter, hmm?
What floor do you want to travel to?
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How do you know about that?
I'll see you in the ring.
My brother is fighting in the fourth bout.
I see I need to take matters into my own hands.
I demand justice, and that means I take the throne.
I will be king.
You're supporting Anora.
You dare!
After everything we've struggled to achieve!
I did, once.
You're the one who convinced me differently, if you recall.
You said I should stand up for myself.
Well, I'm standing.
Here I am.
Make me king, not her.
Being a good king is about more than the right breeding.
I have no place here any longer.
Not in Ferelden.
Not with the Grey Wardens.
Not by you.
No, she's probably right.
The job wasn't finished at Ostagar, right?
And it should be.
Just to be on the safe side.
I thought I meant something to you.
I guess now's as good a time as any to find out that something just doesn't cut it.
I thought we were friends.
I guess now's as good a time as any to find out what that's worth.
One day I hope you get what's coming to you.
All of you.
Gosh, what a relief.
Really.
And here I was thinking how you left me no choice at all.
You're probably right.
The job wasn't finished at Ostagar, after all, and it should be.
Just to be on the safe side.
Being a good king is about more than whose smartest or who has the best breeding.
You told me once that I needed to stand up for myself.
Well, here I am.
I'm standing.
Make me king, not her.
And here I thought... never mind.
I guess you've made your decision.
Here's my decision, then: I'm no longer a Grey Warden.
I'm leaving.
And I thought we were friends.
I guess I was wrong.
You could, but you won't.
So be it.
I accept this decision.
I will be king, if the Landsmeet will have me.
I hope your route is clear, here.
Make me king.
Anora isn't an option.
Shouldn't I be?
You're the one who convinced me to take a stand after meeting Goldanna.
I can do this.
As ready as anyone ever is, I suppose.
Which is to say yes--I'm ready.
And I accept that decision.
Put her in the tower for now.
If I fall against the Blight, then she can have her throne.
If not... then we'll see.
You would give me a chance for the throne after all this?
I said if I fall, Anora.
If I fall, the throne falls to you.
I won't kill you while there's a chance that can happen.
Somebody has to treat this Blight seriously.
That is uncharacteristically wise of you.
Yes, well, don't let it get around.
I have a reputation.
Thank you, Alistair.
You show me mercy that I... would not have shown you.
It does count.
But this is for the greater good.
This was your choice, Alistair.
Not mine.
Be a man, Alistair.
For once.
He's right.
I can't let this happen.
Let him go.
I can't do that.
All right.
You're king.
You seem so certain.
Fine.
You have my oath.
Messenger
Catapult
You have found a way to get deeper into the forest, past the magical barrier.
Thank you so much for all your help!
Now that the forest is clear, I can hunt my own wolf.
I need to do that, for Gheyna if nothing else.
Oh, it's you!
Allow me to thank you once more.
I intend to find Gheyna a beautiful present for our bonding day!
I... please, just leave me alone.
I need to hunt a wolf on my own, so I can... please just leave me to my task.
Leave me alone!
I'll become a real hunter and find myself a girl from another clan... and hopefully you'll be long gone by then!
Please leave me be.
I shall hunt my own wolf now that these monsters are gone.
Well... most of them, anyhow.
Now that the forest is clear, I am free to hunt a pelt of my own.
Then Gheyna will be mine.
Refugee Elf
<emp>Help Wynne find closure</emp>
The Dalish elves mentioned a wise healer living out in the Brecilian forest named Aneirin.
Could it be the same Aneirin that Wynne mentioned?
Perhaps you should arrange for a reunion between the two.
Werewolves in Camp
Panowen
Athras
Demons?
You need someone to fight them?
Why wait?
I could go clean the tower out now.
I'm just curious... maybe I shouldn't be asking this, but what's going on between you two?
Is it something serious?
Well maybe there isn't anything wrong with it.
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe I'm just the idiot that doesn't know any better.
It's not?
It doesn't sound all that different.
From your tone, I guess you just don't see anything wrong with...?
Maybe this is just a sign that we're not compatible.
I'm just a rube who grew up in a hayloft and you're...
It doesn't seem right to lead her on.
Or... well, to lead me on, to be honest.
Either you're with someone or you're not.
I'm wondering about... well, about Leliana, really.
It seems like the two of you have become quite... friendly.
So this might sound a bit strange, but I have to ask.
It's a, uh, personal question.
I'm sure most men would say I'm crazy, but no.
No, I can't just... do that.
It's not in me.
Well, you're going to have to.
I'm sorry, but if you don't it's just not fair to Leliana.
Or to me.
What about Leliana, then?
I mean, sure... <emp>hot</emp>... but I don't like the idea of you leading her on.
It's not that different, is it?
I just think that you should either be with her... or with me.
And I'm not going to compete.
Not with Leliana.
If that's what you want, then... then that's what you want.
Not a chance.
That biddy could hear you close your eyes from around a corner.
She just hated me. <emp>Hated</emp> me.
I know!
That's what I said! <desc>Laughs</desc>
<desc>Laughs</desc> There'll be no more running for our lives.
No more darkspawn <desc>groans</desc> and no more camping in the middle of nowhere.
Yes, it is serious.
I love her.
No, it's not serious.
I just enjoy Leliana's company.
It's not the same as what you and I have.
I'm not with her, then.
I'm not going to be given ultimatums.
Then you leave me no choice.
I choose you.
It's not the same as you and I.
You're right.
My decision has been made.
I choose you.
I'm not going to lose her.
I'm sorry.
Maybe she was deaf.
But you're so adorable!
Everyone's a critic.
Yes.
Imagine that.
It makes me tear up just thinking about it.
Jarvia Supporter
Oh, I don't know that I'd go <emp>that</emp> far. <desc>Grunts</desc>
Leliana's a lucky lady.
I hope she makes you happy.
Nefarious, even. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Well, it doesn't <emp>have</emp> to be a bluff.
It's just that we're, ah... not alone.
That works as an excuse, no?
Maybe when we're back at camp some night.
You know.
In a tent?
I really do, don't I?
I keep telling myself that.
Right.
I'm going to... stop talking, now...
Yeah, well... it's part of my charm, right?
If you need me, I'll be... standing over there.
Yeah.
Thank you for understanding.
Sounds like fun.
Ask away!
Time for the juicy gossip, I take it?
Oh, yes.
You're wily.
Yes, I'm willing. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Carta Key
A tarnished brass key.
Orzammar's throne is mine!
You won't get away with this!
To think I ever trusted you!
To my side, men!
You will never be as good as me!
Orz...
Orzammar will be mine!
Ugh.
Surely there is something more important I could be doing with my time.
Atrast tunsha.
Paragons of Stone!
The Ancestors smile on me!
You do not know what I'm capable of.
<desc>Aiieee!</desc>
I...
I'll bite you if you lay a hand on me!
Please don't hurt me anymore!
I bought this necklace yesterday.
Do you like it?
Ancestors watch over you.
Oh, ancestors have mercy.
A terrible idea.
Leave me, or I shall call the guard!
Well, we're in camp.
Now's as good a time as any to talk, right?
Your tent.
Ah.
I know most guys would probably leap at the chance to be with you, but...
I don't know if I'm ready for that.
It's a big step.
I guess that must make me sound like an idiot.
I mean... turn down an incredible woman like you?
I'd have to be.
I guess I was just raised not to take this sort of thing lightly.
I hope it hasn't... put you off.
All right, so.
Now that I've handled that with my... usual deft brilliance.
Time to move on!
And take a cold bath, maybe.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Just what every man wants to hear.
I didn't mean it like that, I... <desc>sigh</desc>
Handled with my typical brilliance, I suppose.
Fantastic.
More of a man.
Meaning, what?
Someone who paws and drools all over you?
Is that what you want?
I care about you.
I do.
I just... can't take something like this lightly.
I wasn't raised that way, I'm sorry.
And if you can't get that about me, I guess I'll never be the man you need.
Best we just forget about it now.
I can't.
I'm not... ready yet.
It's just the two of us.
What's on your mind?
Well, we're not exactly alone.
What did you have in mind?
I agree.
I don't intend to do anything to jeopardize that, trust me.
Is it?
What about duty?
What about honor?
Those things are important, too, aren't they?
I hope they don't come between us, but I...
I can't say they won't.
I'm sorry.
This isn't really the time for this conversation.
Please, let's... just talk about this another time.
Nor I, you. 
Let's just deal with the Blight, first.
There will be time for these sorts of discussions later, trust me.
Let's hope we have that option.
We will.
There's always a way.
No?
I thought the question deserved to be treated seriously.
Maybe I was wrong?
You know, I was just thinking the same thing.
Given the circumstances, things could have been so much worse.
I'm so grateful that you're you, instead of... some other Grey Warden.
Umm... that sounded better in my head.
I just mean to say that I've really come to care about you.
Now we just need to be rid of that pesky archdemon and everything would be back to normal, right? <desc>Chuckles</desc>
Yeah.
Just... part of my charm.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Of course.
I'm sorry.
Umm... that sounded better in my head.
I just mean to say that I can't imagine having done this without you.
Oh, you want to... right now?
Well, who am I to refuse?
A-ha!
I see talking isn't quite what you had in mind.
Got it.
The benefits of traveling alone, I see.
Oh.
But what about our audience?
You don't think...?
Oh, don't mind me.
Err... yeah.
Let's just... not aggravate anyone, shall we?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Oh, I think it's cute.
Well all right then.
Just treat me as if I'm not here.
I don't mind.
Err... no.
Let's not.
<desc>Laughs</desc> I've seen it a time or two.
I won't gawk, trust me.
Oh, go on.
You are both making me ill.
Two birds with one stone.
I could get to like this.
Don't mind me.
I like to watch.
A little creepy, that.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Ah, young love.
Oh, never mind.
One public display of affection, coming up.
<desc>Snorts</desc> Disgusting.
<desc>Jealous barking!</desc>
If you really have to, go ahead.
I'd like to discuss something private.
Oh, I think it's cute.
If that's what you want, have it your way.
I was expecting you to be more of a man.
Let's go to sleep.
I don't know that there is a future for us, actually.
I won't let you go, Alistair.
No matter what.
I hope we'll find a way to stay together.
I wasn't looking for a commitment, you know.
I need to tell you how much I enjoy your company.
Thank you, Alistair.
Ha!
You're so goofy.
Hey, let's not go that far.
<act>Kiss him.</act>
I'd like to ask you something.
Ugh, this is harder than it looks!
I...
I'll get you!
Won't someone help me?
I'm going to enjoy performing the Meino Backbreaker on you!
Oh, no!
I hope the next fight isn't as boring as this one.
See you later!
Ha!
That's the ticket!
Listen here.
Ooh, very interesting!
Are you stupid?
I've seen Wojech Ivo break so many arms, I could do it to you in my sleep!
Die, you darkspawn fiend!
Show them no quarter!
Over here!
I need help with this one!
You will go back to the darkness where you belong!
It's not over... yet...
While we wait, the darkspawn multiply.
The Maker smiles on us!
No, that would be bad.
You don't want to make me angry.
The taint makes it difficult for one Grey Warden to have a child.
For two, with each other?
Next to impossible.
But maybe the future doesn't have to involve children.
Or marriage.
Or... anything.
I care about you so much, but... maybe you're right.
Maybe we don't have a future.
Neither do I.
Being with you would be worth it.
Let's just see where this leads, shall we?
There is still the Blight to contend with.
After that...
So will I.
Being with you would be worth it.
Really?
I was pretty sure we'd already said everything that needed saying.
Well, you're going to have to.
This isn't easy for me.
Not becoming king, not... but I'm a Grey Warden.
And so are you.
We have a job to do, so please... let's focus on that.
Thinking about you is just too painful.
And too tempting.
We have a job to do, so please... let's focus on that.
Everything else can't be changed now.
There isn't.
Let's end this now.
I don't want to just give up, Alistair.
I'll take what I can get.
I want to talk.
About us.
Can you really end it?
Just like that?
I can't accept this, Alistair.
Are you going to be all right?
Maybe you're right.
I'll dispose of you rabble quickly enough!
Guards!
Someone!
Help!
This entire city is going to the dogs, it seems!
This city is so dreadfully boring.
Stone be praised!
I have something to say and you had best be listening.
I agree with this course of action.
You are doomed to failure.
I'll call the guards on you, I swear!
Just... forget I brought it up.
I'm the one being the ass, here, right?
Forget I said anything.
For House Bemot!
May the ancestors grant me victory!
Help!
The Paragon Bemot never lost a fight!
It is my honor to have fought you.
When do I get to enter the ring?
By the Stone!
That would be foolish.
I would not do that if I were you.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Especially because of that.
Maybe so.
If that's what it has to be, then that's what it has to be.
I never thought I'd find someone like you, after all.
But if you want to stop this now, before it goes any further...
Good.
I'm glad.
Let's move on, then.
We've got a long way to go, yet.
Maybe so.
I'd hoped it wouldn't come to this, but...
I guess I knew it had to happen eventually.
Let's just move on.
I think it would be better if we... focused on what we need to do.
You're the first woman I've ever spent the night with, and if I have my way you'll be the last.
Of course not.
Don't be ridiculous.
If anything, I was wondering if I was too tall.
Hmm.
Because that's what every man wants to hear back when he says that.
No, I suppose not.
I just need to know.
Yay!
I win! <desc>Laughs</desc>
Well, I hope you mean the head exploding thing in a <emp>good</emp> way.
Even though I'm not human like you?
It's either now or later, isn't it?
We don't know for sure what will happen.
My being a dwarf doesn't change anything?
My being an elf doesn't change anything?
I... don't feel the same way.
I'm sorry.
Must you be so sentimental?
Do I really need to spell it out?
Fine, you win.
I feel the same.
But you're going to be king.
Before we go, I just want to thank you.
No one's ever made me feel this way.
I wasn't... sure it could happen, in fact.
I did, actually.
But let's get moving.
Good to know.
I don't know.
I sure hope so.
You don't need to thank me.
You think I could care for a human man?
I can't fight!
I'm just a merchant!
I don't want to hurt you, really!
Help!
I'm being murdered!
You shouldn't have started this!
Time... to... flee...
Would anyone like to buy something?
No?
Good day to you!
A thousand thank yous.
Stone-cursed nug whomper!
No, that sounds bad.
Don't make make call the guards!
You're right.
Of course you're right.
If only it were that simple.
My duty isn't going to stop being important to me.
I can't change who I am.
I...
I wish I could.
I really do.
A good king.
A good Grey Warden.
A good husband.
A good father.
But I'd gladly trade all of those things for what I really want.
Maybe not.
But that's not in the cards anyhow.
You'll be a good king.
We don't have to grow old together, do we?
Ah!
Leave me alone!
What kind of monster hits a lady?
Stop, please stop!
Oh, I wish there were more shops.
By the Paragons!
Good plan.
A silly idea.
I...
I'll scratch your eyes out if you touch me!
He was.
A good man who didn't deserve his fate, that much I'm sure of.
Well thankfully someone thinks so.
<desc>Laughs</desc> All right, all right!
I give!
I cannot match your rapier wit!
He was a good man.
At least your idiocy is endearing.
Do you write, at least?
I bet your mother's a bitch.
This is a private area.
Combatants only.
I'm going to teach you a lesson!
You want some of me?
Are... are those my guts?
I wish there was more entertainment here!
Sweet ancestors!
I like that!
Listen.
You don't want to see me angry.
Get out of my kitchen!
I wish I had my other cleaver!
I'm going to bend you over my knee and take a wooden spoon to your bottom!
Who... who is going to make supper if I die?
This is worse than waiting for water to boil.
Sod it all!
I've got something to say.
An interesting idea.
You're on loose sand with me.
Gravity Arrows
With the opening cutscene or without?
Starting the plot.
Without the opening cutscene.
With the opening cutscene.
Gravity Longbow
Get away from me, you knave!
You'll pay if you ruin my new dress!
Come closer so I can kick you!
Maybe I should be running now.
I have to say no.
I've always wanted to go to the Provings, but it is no place for a lady.
Atrast vala.
Atrast tonsha.
Paragons have mercy!
Fine idea.
That would not be good.
The guards are watching you, so behave.
With cutscene or without?
Without the cutscene.
With the cutscene.
You've picked a fight with the wrong man!
You'll pay for drawing a weapon on me.
Will no one help me take down my attacker?
I'll run you through and you'll like it!
A gentleman doesn't... give up.
I'd say no.
Veata!
Perhaps I shall go to the Provings.
Blessed Stone!
I approve!
An excellent plan.
I do not approve of that course of action.
I am warning you.
I will attack if provoked.
You are the second child of Teyrn Bryce Cousland of Highever, one of the most powerful nobles in Ferelden.
Your father is currently meeting with Arl Rendon Howe and a visiting Grey Warden to discuss the battle that will take place in Ostagar.
Your father has sent you to give your brother, Fergus, a message: He is to leave tonight, while your father will leave in the morning, when Arl Howe's men arrive.
Human Noble Story So Far
Teyrn Bryce Cousland, your father, was mortally wounded in the attack on your home.
He believed that his injury would only slow you down, so he gave Duncan permission to recruit you into his order in exchange for seeing you safely out of Highever.
Your mother, though she was fit to travel, chose to stay behind with your father.
You have departed with Duncan, leaving all that you know behind.
You have arrived in Ostagar as the Grey Wardens' newest recruit.
The king's army and all of Ferelden's Grey Wardens have gathered here to face the darkspawn surging up from the south.
The Joining is over, and you have been initiated into the ranks of the Grey Wardens.
It is time to face the darkspawn horde and end the Blight.
King Cailan and Duncan are holding a strategy meeting before the battle commences, and you, as the newest Grey Warden, are expected to attend this meeting.
Ugh.
Fighting is so unlady-like.
Can't we discuss this civilly?
Help me!
I'm being attacked!
Ha, those nails certainly come in handy!
Ancestors, please have mercy!
Stop, I say.
Oh, I do hoped this would be more interesting.
Sod--I mean, oh my goodness!
How lovely!
Please, hear me out.
A fine plan.
No, I do not think that is wise.
I have a walking staff and I'm not afraid to use it!
Floor Tile
So.
This is it.
Huh.
Well, not anymore, I'm not!
Honor?
Nobody's looked at me and seen honor in a long time, Warden.
Well, I thought I might go back and see Felsi.
You know, find out if there's anything still there.
But first I want to say something.
I'll make it quick.
You took in a drunken disgrace of an Orzammar warrior.
You gave me a reason to fight and the will to keep going.
You helped me find the one woman in the sodding world who might put up with me, and you helped me get past Branka so I could have someone new.
I owe you a lot, Warden.
I consider it a fine honor to die for you and your cause.
We might, and we might not.
I'm betting on "not."
Let the stone turn red from the blood of heroes.
Today I will be the warrior you taught me to be.
Then it's sodding honor for everyone.
That's war for you.
Not one for facing the facts, are you?
Aye, I'll play along.
Aye, Warden.
Aye. 
What do you think?
I know Felsi's still out there.
Just because you wouldn't let me go find her doesn't mean I shouldn't do it on my own.
What do you think?
Stone willing, I'm gonna be dead, Warden.
And that suits me just fine.
Looks like it.
You going to get all emotional on me?
It has been an honor to fight with you, Oghren. 
What will you do when this is all over?
We'll make it through this, Oghren.
The honor is mine, my friend.
We'll talk about honor after we all survive this.
I'll miss you, Oghren. 
I fight for the King!
Paragons grant us victory!
I require assistance.
I will enjoy teaching this child a lesson!
I refuse to perish by your hand!
My time is precious.
I would rather not waste it.
I bid you a fond goodbye.
The ancestors look down kindly!
I do not agree with this course of action.
Do not test my patience.
For House Meino!
Now you shall learn why House Meino is feared!
I will not be defeated!
I'd say yes.
I would say no.
Wait a moment.
I do wish politics were less complicated.
I greet you warmly.
Oh, sod it! <desc>Ahem...</desc>
Three cheers!
I would like to say something.
A brilliant plan.
Step lightly.
I am watching you.
Essentially they're trained to fight.
The Chantry would tell you that the templars exist simply to defend, but don't let them fool you.
They're an army.
The other main purpose for a templar is, of course, to hunt mages.
To that end, we train in talents that drain mana and disrupt spells.
You could call it that, sure.
The Chantry doesn't look on it the same way, however, since really our talents only work on mages.
Against a regular person, I'm just a guy in a metal suit.
No.
I never actually became a full templar.
Duncan recruited me before I took my vows.
I was only present during one Harrowing.
That was all I needed, too.
I don't know how anyone could get through that.
I was only present during one Harrowing, the ritual that they test the mages with.
It's not unlike our Joining, really, and... just as deadly.
The girl they tested... she had a demon put inside her, to see if she could resist.
And she couldn't.
We had to... end it quickly.
I have to say I didn't have much interest in becoming a templar after that.
You'd think that, but it's not so.
Perhaps, but there usually isn't much of an opportunity.
The Chantry keeps a close reign on its templars.
We are given lyrium to help develop our magical talents, you see... which means we become addicted.
And since the Chantry controls the lyrium trade with the dwarves... well, I'm sure you can put two and two together.
Thankfully, no.
You only start receiving lyrium once you've taken your vows.
Well, they do it.
And they feel perfectly justified.
You think so, huh?
You don't need lyrium in order to learn the templar talents.
Lyrium just makes templars talents more effective.
Or so I was told.
Maybe it doesn't even do that.
The Chantry usually doesn't let their templars get away, either, so they can spread their secrets.
I'm a bit of an exception.
Lucky me.
I suppose I could... but I really would rather not.
When the grand cleric let Duncan recruit me, she made me swear never to reveal templar secrets outside of the Chantry.
I'd rather not go back on my word.
Of course I do.
It's just...
I don't think you necessarily need templar secrets to defeat the darkspawn.
Ask me later, perhaps.
Maybe I'll change my mind.
This is not something small you're asking, after all.
Order away.
Suddenly you're my commanding officer?
You don't need my templar secrets to defeat the darkspawn.
I already said I wouldn't.
The answer is still no.
Sure I could.
I could even teach you, I suppose.
Anyone who's been trained as a warrior.
Others, yes, but not yourself.
I need someone who's trained first as a warrior.
It's as much about discipline as anything.
I guess if I'm going to give up Chantry secrets, I may as well go all the way.
Send whoever you want trained to me in camp, and I'll see what I can do.
What can a templar do, exactly?
So templars use magic themselves?
Have you hunted many mages?
Seems like the templars could run the Chantry.
So couldn't others learn these talents?
So you were addicted to this lyrium?
That's horrible!
I can't believe they would do that!
Sounds like an excellent method of control.
Can you teach others to be a templar?
You don't think this is important?
I fight for the glory of House Dace!
I dedicate this battle to my father!
You cannot stand against House Dace!
Perhaps I misjudged... your skill.
I did not come here to just stand about!
I bid you a fond farewell.
By the ancestors!
Paragons be praised!
I do not like the sound of that.
I hope you aren't stupid enough to cross Mandar Dace.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Go on, then.
So!
Full of questions, are you? <desc>Laughs</desc>
We are in camp, so 'tis as good a time as any.
What's this? <desc>Laughs</desc> 'Tis a rather odd discussion you seem to desire, leaning in so closely.
Oh, it's <emp>humor</emp> you desire?
I didn't realize comedy had anything to do with this.
How true.
Let us do it right, then.
'Tis true.
Perhaps I should play a little harder to get?
Or perhaps not.
Not unless you stop.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Nonsense.
You will not get away that easily.
Ahh, such a romantic, I see.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Your wish is my command.
And you wish to do this in front of an audience, do you?
And suddenly I want to do nothing more. 'Tis odd, no?
Oh, go on you two.
Oh, you hear that?
It seems we have approval.
Mmm.
Such a display.
You're worried about me? <desc>Laughs</desc> I was born in a whorehouse, so no need.
Super.
Excuse me while I begin projectile vomiting.
What is that, Alistair?
We were not listening.
Turn just a little bit.
I don't have a good angle.
How thrilling.
Ah, well.
Hmph.
Such childish antics.
<desc>Snorts</desc> <emp>I</emp> am not an audience.
Come to think of it, I find myself no longer caring.
As you wish.
We are alone here now, no?
We are hardly alone, so privacy is not an option.
It is your question, however.
Ask what you will.
You are already on my good side, such as it is.
Or do you seek something else?
Something more... intimate?
'Tis good to know that you are capable of such decisiveness.
Oh?
Good to know, that.
Then why do you seek another side of me at all?
I am not a box.
I do not have sides.
Be thankful I already like you as you are.
I could be far worse, if it became necessary.
Be thankful it is not.... not yet, anyhow.
As am I.
For now.
Let us forget that the question was raised, hm?
Who, indeed?
Have it your way.
Oh? <desc>Chuckles</desc> Naughty boy.
That could come, in time.
<act>Kiss her</act>
Humor me.
Only if we do it wrong.
It's not as if we haven't done far more.
Do you object?
Fine.
I'll leave you be.
I don't know.
Maybe I do.
I think I'm ready to move forward, yes.
No, I'd rather stay friends.
<emp>This</emp> is your good side?
I'm sorry.
I'm glad to be your friend.
If this is friendship, who needs enemies?
I'd settle for some sex, if that's the case.
But I want better.
How do we move forward?
That is a wonderful thought!
Kill them all!
I need help with this one!
You're not so tough after all.
You'll... pay for this.
We ought to get drag a few ladies out here.
I'm getting bored.
Hey.
Be off with you then.
What?
Did you want me to jump up and down and squeal?
You listen to me.
You think you're clever, don't you?
I am not sure about that.
Make one wrong move and I'll slit your throat.
Death is never easy to accept, especially when it arrives in such a brutal fashion.
Honor your comrades if you wish, but know that we must press forward.
Always, we must press forward.
I still feel in shock...
And if we're not sure about this?
I'm going to make you sorry!
I'm not that easy to put down!
Somebody defend me from this scoundrel!
I am not a man to be underestimated!
No, I don't want to die!
Absolutely!
Slow day today, isn't it?
Good day, friend!
Have a good day.
Oh, sod it all!
That is wonderful!
If I could just have a moment of your time...
I do not like that idea.
Make one wrong move and I'll call the guards.
Nobody's perfect.
I'm a man!
You think you can match me in single combat?
You will regret attacking me!
I...
I need help!
I'll show you how a true warrior does battle!
Death at your hand would be... humiliating.
I say yes.
Halt.
The Provings in my day were much more exciting.
Atrast vala, friend.
Sod it!
Good show!
I would like to talk to you.
A grand plan.
Don't get ideas; I have a weapon and I will use it.
Should I show you?
All right, don't kill me.
More than I wanted to hear already.
To arms!
Defend the royal family!
What fool would risk battle with Orzammar's royal guard?
You may defeat me but there are many more of us!
All's quiet here.
For the ancestors' sakes!
That sounds like a terrible idea.
I'm watching you.
Closely.
And now she has everything she's ever wanted, and I'm... here.
I'm not really in the mood for small-talk, thanks.
Maybe try again later.
Preferably after the archdemon rises.
But it's also home.
Flies live in piles of dung, but I bet they miss it when they're gone.
I'll fight if I must!
This is not justice!
Will no one help me?
Beating up a defenseless scholar!
How cruel!
This... is not fair.
Please, stop.
I should be spending this time on my research.
This is wonderful!
I need to say something.
A good idea.
That sounds like a bad idea.
I'll stab you with my pen if you're not careful.
Perhaps.
But they were necessary, still.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Equal parts daring and foolhardy, perhaps.
I am not a box.
I do not have any sides for you to be on or off of.
And even had I such a side, 'twould be too late for you to simply ask for directions to find it.
Those are harsh lessons to teach a child.
Very daring.
That sounds like you.
I'm sorry.
I'd just like to know you better.
Ach.
This makes me cranky.
Don't you have any other inane questions?
To battle!
I'm going to hit you and you're going to like it.
No, I don't want to die here...
I'll be here when you need me.
Waiting.
Sod it!
Sod it all!
Ha!
Good one!
I need to speak with you.
A fine idea.
You're stupider than you look.
This knife is newly sharpened and thirsting for blood.
Namely, yours.
We must get to the top of the tower!
I may need help here...
You are not prepared to face me!
I'll never give in!
When do I get to fight?
Paragon's blood!
This is a great day!
That would be stupid.
I'll hit you so hard your mother will lose teeth.
Where's the fry pan when you need it?
If... if you get blood on the floor, I'll be quite mad!
Help?
Guards?
Anyone?
How would you like a broom in the eye?
No, but...
I just cleaned the floors...
Just a second...
I should be cleaning something, I think.
I thank you.
Marvelous!
I would like to say something, please.
I like that idea.
That sounds like it wouldn't work.
The guards are watching you.
I'm not a warrior!
Leave me alone!
Get away from me!
Do you attack unarmed women for sport?
I need help...
I'm bleeding!
Wait, please.
I shouldn't be standing around idly.
Oh, sodding Stone.
I don't agree with that idea.
I'll call the guards if you do anything bad!
I just don't want anyone to be hurt!
Help me!
You're a really bad person!
I'm too young to die!
Oh, I wish some handsome noble would come and sweep me off my feet!
Good day!
Oh... <desc>ugh!</desc>
This is so exciting!
I'd like to say something, please.
I do love the sound of that!
I don't know if we should...
I'll scream, I will!
Cell Door
Ah, she always did like to play hard-to-get.
Just bring me in the room, and watch the flush come over those pretty lips...
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to make you angry.
Trying to steal my goods, are you?
You've just made the worst mistake of your life.
Where are the guards when you need them?
I was quite the brawler in my day!
I won't die here!
Why is there no demand for silk?
Hello there!
Come again soon!
Nug-crud!
<desc>Woohoo!</desc>
I have something to add.
A terrible plan.
I'll smother you with this bolt of cloth if you cross me.
I've been itching for a good fight.
Time to test out some new maces!
Guards!
Help!
I wield my blades as deftly as I sell them!
I refuse to die like this!
Now what could I do to draw more customers...
A thousand thank yous!
Blood of my ancestors!
Now you listen to me.
That sounds like a fine plan.
That is foolishness.
This blade's dull.
Perhaps I should sharpen it on your spine?
And so here is the mighty Grey Warden at long last.
The Crows send their greetings, once again.
So they sent you, Taliesen?
Or did you volunteer for the job?
I volunteered, of course.
When I heard that the great Zevran had gone rogue, I simply had to see it for myself.
Is that so?
Well here I am, in the flesh.
You can return with me, Zevran.
I know why you did this, and I don't blame you.
It's not too late.
Come back and we'll make up a story.
Anyone can make a mistake.
And I'm not about to let that happen.
And that's not likely to happen.
That's true.
You would need to be dead.
Ha, ha!
Now there is the Zevran I remember!
Oh?
Does Zevran need to live?
I suspect I will manage just fine, Taliesen.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You don't even know who you're talking about, do you?
And neither do you, Taliesen.
No need.
I did not come here to betray you.
Oh, I'm not trying it a second time, trust me.
Perhaps.
Or perhaps not.
What?!
You've gone soft!
I'm sorry, my old friend.
But the answer is no.
I'm not coming back... and you should have stayed in Antiva.
Do not worry.
I am not about to return to the loving arms of the Crows, believe me.
You are going to lose, Taliesen.
You are going to lose badly.
You should have stayed in Antiva.
What?
You've gone soft in the head!
The Crows will make you pray for death, you fool!
Perhaps they will at that.
But I'll take what time I have.
You have a choice, Taliesen... all of you do.
I won't fight against you, Taliesen...
We were friends once, and more.
But I will leave you to your fate.
Good luck.
Don't be a fool, Zevran.
I am no fool, old friend.
You know me too well.
I'm glad it was you who came, Taliesen.
This makes things... easier.
As for you Grey Warden... let us see if the second time is the charm, hm? <desc>Laughs</desc>
And where is Zevran?
I don't see him with you.
How very disappointing.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Don't bother.
I know very well he travels with you.
Hmm.
Then I shall need to seek him out once we are done.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Yes, by all means.
I simply wished to say hello to an old friend.
Here I am, Taliesen.
Tell me, were you sent?
Or did you volunteer for the job?
Oh, ho!
And he makes an appearance!
Zevran was a friend of mine.
I shall enjoy making you pay for his death...
Of course I'd need to be dead, first.
Zevran doesn't need the Crows any longer.
Zevran belongs with me now.
Fine.
I'll kill you all, if you prefer.
Don't listen to him, Zevran!
Zevran is dead.
Zevran?
Zevran who?
I didn't bring him, obviously.
Can we get this over with?
I see Zevran is no longer with you.
A pity.
I would have enjoyed killing two birds with one stone.
By all means!
<desc>Sigh</desc> As you like.
Oh?
This should be good.
Go ahead.
Care to answer some questions?
Genlock Forge Master
Hurlock Emissary
Pendulum Blade Trap
Summoned Skeleton
Hmm.
You mean to create more golems?
Oh yes, faster than you could squish a nug.
So, you and the Grey Warden, huh? <desc>Chuckles</desc>
I hope you're not referring to Alistair.
Him?
Does he even like girls?
I believe the matter is still up for debate.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I'm right here, you know.
Anyway.
You and the Grey Warden, huh?
Do you actually have a question, dwarf?
Or is it your intention simply to leer and drool?
Stick with the classics.
Leer and drool.
I thought so.
You are a disgusting creature, dwarf.
Did you believe I would not see you?
That scarf was my own.
Bah!
I had to blow my nose.
Blasted surface air tickles the nostrils.
You had no right to take what was not yours!
Don't be such a squealing nug.
You can use my handkerchief any time.
This is intolerable!
Don't force me to test that dwarven resistance of yours, fool.
Have you ever thought of getting yourself a husband, Morrigan?
It might do you some good, you know.
Tie myself to another with bonds of servitude?
It serves no purpose.
Don't you want little Morrigans running about some day?
The pitter-pat of little witchy feet?
You say that as if one is necessary for the other to follow.
My mother needed no husband to have her daughters.
But you're no ugly, old forest witch.
I'm sure you can land yourself a proper husband if you just show a bit more skin.
Lay your hand on me once more, dwarf, and the moment shall be your last.
Ahhh, don't take it personally.
I stepped on a rock!
You don't want me to fall and break my neck, do you?
The prospect would not trouble me overmuch.
Hmph.
You sound just like Branka.
Then I commend her good sense.
But this is the last time I will tell you.
Touch me no more.
Huh.
Branka said that too...
Hmmm.
So you can turn into animals, aye?
Like cats and wolves?
When the desire strikes me.
Have you ever... you know. "When in Tevinter..."
That's a most curious little mind you have, dwarf.
And what if I had?
Would that thought comfort you during your lonely nights?
Hmmm.
Have you ever changed <emp>during</emp>--
Why are you suddenly asking me this?
How do we know you're truly a woman?
Or even human!
You could be a chip mouse... or a nug!
Ha!
Imagine that!
Why, yes.
I am actually a nug in human form.
I have come to observe your kind.
Huh.
Nugs are good with extra sauce.
I'm just saying.
That is a most offensive odor.
And you're looking at me?
Should I be looking elsewhere?
Have you forgotten about the fish you stored in your backpack, perhaps?
I was saving it.
Won't be ready for the lye for at least another day.
Even the Chasind did not have such disgusting habits, and they consumed the flesh of the dead.
Fine, fine, I'll soak it in the lye now.
Have it your way, Miss Squeamish.
That's not what I... no, never mind.
Just... get it over with.
Quickly.
Gwiddon's family has served Harrowmont's for years, and Baizyl is his own cousin.
Neither had good reason to pull their names.
But it is far from assured that you can change their minds and Lord Harrowmont <emp>needs</emp> a champion.
To be blunt, I would ask that you take to the ring for him.
If you can do this, you would truly have my thanks.
Do you think the deep stalkers make good pets?
Do you think I could train one to guard my door?
By the stones of the Ancestors!
That is not a good idea.
I'm going to pound you so hard they'll hear you screaming in Kal Sharok!
Slow day, huh?
<desc>guffaw</desc>
Stonecursed duster!
Hey, you listen here.
That's a dumb idea if I ever heard one.
I'm going to call the guards on you.
Heh, could use another ale.
Ancestors bless your path.
Or... something.
<desc>drunken giggle</desc>
Sodding... <desc>grunts</desc>
I got something to say...
I think...
Good idea!
More ale to celebrate!
Maybe I'll sit this one out.
I'm going to smack you silly!
I will!
Times like this, I think maybe I should just throw myself to the stalkers...
I got nothing you want.
Bye then.
<desc>chuckles</desc>
Caridin's teeth!
Thank the Paragons.
Fine plan.
A stupid idea if I ever heard one.
I hope you get trampled by a bronto.
No way.
What I wouldn't give for a bite of some roast nug right now...
Stone!
I got something to say.
I don't think that's smart.
I'll call the guards on you if you so much as twitch.
I wish I could go watch the Provings... they must be exciting.
Paragon's teeth!
A good plan.
Don't you be causing any trouble.
Quiet day.
Bemot's beard!
Ancestors be praised!
Listen up here.
Wait.
They never told me this job would be so dull.
Blood of the paragons!
That's a good idea.
I don't like the sound of that.
Don't you try anything stupid now.
Stop, please!
Surely there are better places for me to be.
Yes?
Can I help you?
Oh... curses.
That's wonderful.
I might have something to add.
I'll scream and the guards'll come running!
Business has been slow.
Nug-dung!
You'd better listen to me.
I don't think that will work.
I'm going to smack you upside the head.
Oh, I don't think so.
Stay right there, please.
Perhaps we will move on soon.
I grow tired of this place.
Fenharel's teeth!
Please listen to me.
I think that would be foolish.
Someone will stop you!
I'll make short work of you!
Is that all you got?
<desc>Ach!</desc> Help me!
I'll put you in your place!
Don't... feel... too well...
Do you think I could find someone to play cards with?
Aneth ara!
Take care.
Could I say something?
That is a good idea.
That's your grand plan?
You need a lesson in manners!
I'm going to bury you!
Be seeing you.
Show these knife-ears some pain!
Get away from us!
You may as well just lay down and give up!
This isn't a good day...
I can't wait to get out of here...
You have my thanks!
Listen up!
I'd turn around and walk away if I were you.
Why are there two of you?
Come over here and let me hit you!
Help!
Help!
I could beat you up with both hands tied behind my back!
I just wanted... one more drink.
S-stop...
I say.
More ale and wenches!
Ale and wenches!
Gree...tingsh.
Andraste's milk-white bottom!
Hey, I got something to tell you.
That sounds great!
Or... maybe I'm just drunk.
I'm not drunk enough to go with that plan.
Try to keep me from my ale and you'll be sorry.
The dead invade our town, and now this?
I've seen drunks with more coordination than you!
Not... good...
I wish there was something I could do about what's happening.
Andraste's sword!
Woohoo!
That wouldn't be good.
We've enough trouble here as it is.
We don't need more from you.
Oh, I should never have come here!
I'll...
I'll make you sorry!
<desc>Ack!</desc> Help me!
Hah!
You're not so tough!
You're going to regret... hurting me.
I wish something exciting would happen.
Er.
C-can I help you?
Fiddlesticks!
Great.
Let's do that!
That sounds dangerous.
And stupid.
I...
I'll have you know: I have friends in high places!
My friends will hear of this!
I'm a great warrior like old King Maric!
I have a magic sword!
I want Kaitlyn!
Where's Kaitlyn!
You can't beat me!
I have a magic sword!
Umm... no?
No, don't!
When can we do something fun?
That's stupid!
Um...
That's going to be fun!
I'm going to cut you with my magic sword!
I'll show you what a real warrior's made of!
Someone help me take down this maniac!
Ha!
You expect to beat me with those moves?
I'm going to go down fighting!
Wait just one moment!
You there, you look nimble.
How about a song and dance routine, eh?
Greetings, friend.
You had better listen up.
That's a decent idea, all right.
No.
That wouldn't work.
What do they say about angering a man with red hot tools?
Oh yes, <emp>don't</emp>.
<desc>Eek!</desc> A monster is eating me!
Go away, you nasty, mean monster!
Haha!
You're slower than father's old cow!
Um, wait!
I want someone to tell me a story.
Heya!
See you soon!
<desc>Ugh!</desc>
I think everyone needs to listen to me.
I could come up with a better idea.
My mother could beat up your mother.
And you too!
I'm going to battle, like in the old stories!
I going to kill all the darkspawn!
Oh, no!
Help me!
Haha!
You can't catch me!
I say stop!
When can I go play?
Hi everybody!
<desc>Bleh!</desc>
Yippee!
I want to talk now!
That sounds like fun!
No, I don't want to do that.
When I grow up I'm going to be bigger and stronger than you!
In defense of Redcliffe!
Protect the Arl!
Come to my aid!
You're going to have to do better than that!
We must defend the castle... at all costs!
Certainly.
Guarding the castle isn't as dull as it looks, I swear.
Holy Andraste!
I approve of this course of action.
I do not think much of this idea.
All I need to do is sound the alarm and you'll be dead before you take a step.
For the Arl!
Let's go!
I require assistance!
We're going to drive you back where you came from!
I've done... my part.
I wish defending Redcliffe didn't involve so much waiting.
Maker turn his gaze on you.
Bah!
Praise the Maker!
Might I have a word with you?
A fair idea.
I find that idea quite silly.
Anyone who threatens Redcliffe will have to deal with all the Arl's knights.
I'm not going to give up without a fight!
I'm not going to be pushed around by you!
I think I need help!
You're not so tough!
This is more than I bargained for...
I wish I could go back home instead of waiting here.
Hi there!
Ugh!
That's bean-rot!
Hooray!
I'd like to say something.
I'll call the guards if you do something stupid!
I will not let Redcliffe fall!
Defend our home!
I need help, men!
You've bitten off more than you can chew!
You will not win!
I'm glad we're getting a break from all the insanity.
Tears of the Maker!
Excuse me, I need to say something.
Don't make me angry.
You wouldn't like it when I'm angry.
I will not give up the fight!
You've underestimated Redcliffe's militia!
No...
I don't want to die!
There must be something else I can do here.
Maker's  breath!
I do not think that will work.
I may not have your fancy armor and weapons, but I would die for my home.
Fight!
Aid me, men!
Ha!
Can't you do any better?
I'm too young to die...
Wait!
When do we get to fight?
By the Black City!
Yahoo!
That's a completely ridiculous notion.
You don't want to mess with me.
I can't do this on my own!
I shouldn't have got out of bed today.
I hate standing around not being able to do anything.
A great plan!
I'l gut you if you even look at me the wrong way.
I'll show you a true warrior!
I need help!
I'm going to enjoy watching you beg for your life!
I won't die like this...
I wish there was something to do besides standing around.
Way to go!
Hear me out.
Excellent plan!
No, that sounds foolish.
Do not anger me.
There's some fight in these old bones yet!
I used to have the fastest fists in Redcliffe!
You're going to be hurting after this!
I thought I'd die happy in my bed... not like this.
Don't mind me.
I'm just standing around.
Hey there, young one.
That's the way I like it!
I've got a thought for you.
An interesting suggestion.
I've live long enough to know that plans like that never work.
That face of yours looks like it would make a good punching bag.
I'll scratch your eyes out!
No one respects their elders anymore!
I'm not as easy to kill as you thought, am I?
<desc>Ungh...</desc> The pain...
Wait a moment, dearie.
I reckon I've spent more than half my life just waiting for things.
How are you doing?
Maker smile on you.
Thank you kindly.
Oh, donkey bum!
Listen to me, would you, dear?
I do not approve of that plan.
I'm going to bend you over my knee and spank you silly!
No quarter!
Show them what we've got!
To me!
I need assistance!
I'm going to make you sorry you were ever born.
Who will lead the village if I die?
I should go look about the town, make sure everyone is all right.
My thanks, friend.
Joy!
I could get behind that idea.
No.
That would be quite foolish.
I'll hang you in the town square if you cause any trouble.
Beraht's Hideout
I always thought they died together.
Select a function:
Jump to area
Set plot flag
Exit debug
Bandits
Orphan
Robbed cont.
Lothering (outdoors)
The Chantry
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Dane's Refuge
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Bandits cont...
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I've been itching for a good fight!
Come on, show me what you got!
I might need some help with this one.
You've taken on more than you can handle.
I should've stayed home today.
Hold it right there.
We going to get some wenches here, or what?
<desc>Hmph.</desc>
Well, throw me in a fire and call me Andraste!
Good work!
You listen up here.
I could get behind that.
I don't think that would work.
That ugly mug of yours will look so much better after I fix it.
With my fist!
When you were still the best of House Aeducan, you defended him from Bruntin Vollney.
Drug
Colorless, faintly sweet-smelling liquid.
Lyrium Nugget
This chunk of rock sings to itself, a sustained high note that sounds almost joyful.
Faintly glowing crystals stud its surface.
Proving Pass
This bears the stamp of a Merchant Caste house though the stamp is so blurred it is hard to tell which one.
Everd's Armor
This armor bears chips in the enamel from darkspawn blades and claws, burnished to high shine and displayed proudly.
Do you want me to ask them?
You dealt with Oskias, the smuggler who was stealing from Beraht.
Everd's Armor Chest
Everd's Helm
Forged from fine steel, but left largely unadorned, this was clearly made for an up-and-coming warrior house, not a powerful one.
Do you want me to look for him?
Bryant cont.
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Grand Cleric
Ser Donall
Thank you for looking.
Well, don't you go eating anything you find, hear me?
Sorry.
I'll just let you look for that yourself.
Thanks.
I will.
Grand Cleric cont.
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Confiscated Belongings
Splintered Key
A long, thin sliver of wood with a slight curve to the end.
Cell Key
A cheaply-made heavy iron key.
Soldiers
Soldiers cont.
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215861 	: Which area:
Bandits cont. again
Bandits cont yet again
Robbed
Sten cont.
Sten cont. again
Select a Plot
Grand Cleric cont again.
Ser Donel
Clear plot flag
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Doomsayer
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Bryant
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more...
216015 	: Bhelen's fighter Myaja showed me love letters they have, from Revelka to me.
If I fight, they'll expose us.
So you're being blackmailed?
Spit it out!
I just want to go home!
Help!
Won't someone help me?
You're going to die here!
Everyone else did!
I want to go home, but I'm afraid of what's around the corner.
Oh, how wonderful!
A great idea!
I'll scream if you touch me and... and that will bring everyone running!
Death awaits you!
I will defend Redcliffe with my life!
I'm not afraid of you!
<desc>Ungh...</desc> My life is over...
No sign of trouble.
Fortunately.
Crud!
I've got to speak with you.
I could've come up with a better idea.
The guards arrest any trouble-makers, so you'd best be careful.
This is mine!
I found it!
Don't touch my things!
Help!
Someone's trying to rob me!
I'm going to feed you to the rats!
So much blood...
Wait a minute!
Everyday it's the same thing... just trying to stay alive.
See you around.
Dung beetles!
I'm going to bury you and no one will ever find you.
My daughter.
Tell me this isn't what it looks like.
My son.
Tell me this isn't what it looks like.
You're going to be sorry you started this.
Ahh!
Help!
I want to hear you scream!
I want my mommy...
I hate this town.
It's so dull.
See you later.
Andraste's ashes!
That's your grand idea?
I suppose it isn't too bad.
You'll regret coming here.
I'm going to put you out of your misery.
You should be afraid.
If you're looking for trouble, you found it.
I shouldn't have got out of bed today...
Stop there!
Why isn't there any entertainment around here?
Dear Andraste!
That's not a bad idea.
Tread carefully, or you'll be sorry.
You're making the biggest mistake of your life!
It's business time!
You're just begging for pain, aren't you?
My mother always told me not to get into fights... should've listened...
My feet hurt.
See you.
Great Maker!
Listen to me.
That's an awful idea.
I'm watching you.
I'm going to make you sorry you were ever born!
Get over here!
You've met your match!
I should've run when I had the chance...
I wish life would go back to normal.
Bye.
Maker's breath!
That's good!
You're in for a world of hurt.
You... what?
Are you breathing smoke?
You've just lost me my property, haven't you?
I... er... forgot to check the body.
Greetings, my lady.
You are dressed and ready.
Excellent. 
Greetings, my lord.
You are dressed and ready.
Excellent. 
I couldn't find the armor's matching dagger, but I scrounged up a rather fancy longsword.
Do you wish to wear your shield to the noble's feast?
As opposed to the Paragon of Beauty?
You will look powerful.
You sure that's all you want me to do to you?
Certainly.
You'll cut an imposing picture out there.
Of course, if every other noble has a shield and three swords, you'll feel awfully underdressed.
You couldn't look anything less than beautiful.
The armor only accentuates it.
Agreed.
Tonight's battles will be of politics and intrigue.
A shield won't be all that useful.
Of course, they might think you were too fearful to risk looking fearful.
Why not? 
You mean stateswoman?
I know how you'd get my vote...
Tradition dictates.
Every king and Assembly lord of note was a warrior first.
Of course, you could always be the first baker-turned-king.
Can you bake?
Let them grumble.
You've earned your right to wear it.
Get used to it.
You'll be wearing that armor a great deal from now on.
Although the idea of you charging naked into battle holds a certain appeal&
I know, I know.
Lesser family and all that.
Unless, of course, you're killed tomorrow.
Can I have your armor, then?
It'd look good on me...
The Assembly lords aren't fond of being confused.
Tonight, we should stick to traditional garb.
Next feast, though: elf ears.
That'd be unexpected.
Probably not.
Who understands women, anyhow?
They're completely incomprehensible if you ask me.
Ha!
Don't you remember how this game goes?
I get undressed, then one of your brothers or cousins appears and thrashes me.
I'll take my chances somewhere outside the palace if you don't mind.
Perhaps after the feast?
Well... thoughts for later, I suppose.
I apologize, my lady.
Festive atmosphere and all.
Keep your thoughts to yourself, then.
I just serve my noble lord.
Silently, humbly, out of the way...
One can't take all this marching about and speech-making too seriously.
I'm sorry, my lord.
The festivities put me in an odd mood. 
Of course.
Moving on to the business at hand...
The king expects you to make an appearance at the feast, but there's no rush.
The noble family heads will spend hours boring your father with petitions and petty grievances.
The usual. "This lord had my cousin killed," "This lord seduced my wife," "This lord did the exact thing I'd planned to do to him, but he did it first." 
They pose and bluster and each pretends he is the honorable man in a den of thieves and assassins.
Bah.
The rest is worth seeing, though.
If you say so.
Listening to a hundred lords complain that their neighbors use the same underhanded tactics they themselves employ would tire on me after about... oh, a minute?
Still, there are other excitements.
Out and about.
I saw them on my way here, browsing the shops.
As part of the celebrations, permits have been auctioned off to members of the Merchant Caste who wished to sell wares in the Diamond Quarter.
Lord Harrowmont has also opened up the Provings for young warriors to test their mettle before tomorrow's battle.
Rumor has it that Harrowmont hopes you'll be swept off your feet if a well-placed young nobleman wins the Provings in your honor.
Why not?
I'll just wear a sign that says, "Assassinate me before Lady Aeducan marries beneath her."
Better yet, let's just enjoy the time we have before the feast.
Of course, my lady.
What would you have me do instead?
I've got a well-built, magical broom just for you.
But that's for later.
What shall we do now?
Then shall we go watch nobles flail at each other?
Win the Proving in your own honor?
That would be most interesting.
Shall we, then?
My lady doesn't want to marry some trumped-up lord because of his talent with pointy objects?
Maybe we should just watch, then.
Still, it could be fun to watch.
Shall we?
Perhaps we should go show them what single combat is really all about.
And by we, I mean you.
Heh, I'll practice my cheering.
As you say, my lord.
Shall we wander the merchant booths, or go straight to the feasting hall?
You sound like your brother Trian.
Perhaps you'd like to discuss resource allocation problems in the military superstructure?
Let's do something fun.
Where would you like to go first?
You remember last year's open Proving?
It took your father's smith six hours to remove my helmet!
I'm not meant for single combat.
I fight as my lady's second and shield.
That's enough for me.
I fight as my lord's second and shield.
That's enough for me.
With you as always, my lady.
The day is ours until the feast.
Right behind you, my lord.
The day is ours until the feast.
Yes.
Let them see me as a warrior.
Close the door.
I'll show you a Paragon of Beauty.
Better safe than sorry.
Shield me.
Leave it.
I don't want to look fearful.
I wouldn't even wear the armor if not for tradition.
I'd rather appear the statesman.
Close the door, and show me what you're thinking.
It makes the more conservative families grumble.
It chafes.
I've never liked the feel of it.
Close the door, and we'll talk more about naked charging.
We've been down this road, Gorim.
Let it go.
When a man does the unexpected, he confuses his enemies.
Never mind.
You wouldn't understand. 
You, my friend, are ridiculous.
Close the door.
We've got time for a quick lesson.
You forget your place. 
You forget your place.
I am not to be mocked.
Don't worry about it.
Just try to behave yourself.
That's no reason to forget your rank.
What shall we do in the meantime? 
What sort of grievances?
The art of ruling is hardly boring.
What of my brothers?
Should we tell him I already have all the man I need?
Don't sulk.
It's unattractive.
I could use a little sweeping off my feet.
Perhaps I'll go win the Proving, myself.
Ha!
That's not likely to happen.
Yes.
Let's head over to the Provings.
I'd like to see these merchants.
Fighting each other before a battle is wasteful.
We'll play it by ear.
The merchant booths. 
The feasting hall.
Why don't you want to fight in the Provings, Gorim?
The Proving sounds appealing.
Let's go have a look.
Let's go see the merchants.
I-I take back all the times I cursed your name.
Wine
Cheap mosswine.
The bottle bears no label, and the contents smell astringent.
Path to the Village
Mountain Top
Not that I could really help.
I, um, don't know the libraries very well.
I'm just doing some research...
I'm a Grey Warden.
I'm not afraid of the Deep Roads.
Jarvia and her carta are behind this bedlam.
The Brecilian Forest
Market District
The Wilds
Redcliffe Village
The Bannorn
Genitivi's Home
Reinforcement!
You'll be dead soon!
Stay there.
We part.
Damn it!
You jest, I hope.
Do not test me.
Push them back!
Ha!
Pathetic!
A...  good death!
No further.
Certainly, let us take all day.
Hm?
Our time is ended.
Flies and bother!
You are a fool.
You dare.
We shall prevail!
You think you can defeat me?
Ahh!
I need help!
<desc>snort</desc>
Let's be done with it.
Now we part.
It cannot be!
That'll do.
That won't do.
I'd rethink that.
Glorious!
To me!
Now!
You are pathetic!
No!
I must not--!
Stop there.
This is a waste of time!
Enough.
Time to go!
It is most appreciated.
Yes!
Well done!
I do not agree.
I will carve your skull!
Lake Calenhad
Mountain Pass
So you're going to give me my troops?
I take them out, you take the credit?
Is that the plan?
Cultist Archer
Mountain Path to Haven
One day, I will be able to properly thank you for all you've done for me.
I've been hoping you'd return to Orzammar!
Oh, I have so much to tell you!
The other houses repaid their debts to my house and I had enough money to send an expedition into our old thaig!
We found so many things!
I kept some for you.
I said I'd repay you, didn't I?
I could never fully repay what you've done for me, but this is a start, I hope.
I don't need these gifts.
It's about time.
I'm glad things turned out well for you.
As a Paragon, she outranks even the Assembly.
Were she to support me as king, this awful debate would be over.
Walk well, and may fortune always smile on you, Grey Warden.
Take them.
You must!
House Ortan insists!
Oooh.
I do love saying that.
I only wish there was more I could do for you.
Wide Open World
Well, thank you for your kindness, my dear.
It certainly warms these rickety old bones.
I suppose I must be.
My prince is the rightful king, but a disappointing number of lords back the upstart, Harrowmont, for the throne.
If you show your support for Prince Bhelen, he might be able to assist with your requests.
What do I need to do?
Since your brother is leading our forces south and I'm going with the arl, I'm leaving you in charge of the castle.
Show me your wares anyway, merchant.
Control Rod
A faceted cylinder of solid crystal, deep blue in color and cool to the touch.
Your Majesty...
I apologize...
So far north of the Wilds?
How?
A raiding band, your Majesty.
They've been popping up all over Ferelden by way of the Deep Roads.
Thankfully, these were dealt with.
How marvelous that others join us in victory!
So long as Arl Howe pays, I'm happy.
What would you know about my grief?
I highly doubt it, but anything is possible.
N-not precisely.
Holy Symbol
A round silver pendant, almost black with tarnish, that has the flame of Andraste on its face.
This letter is so old and faded it is barely legible.
The broken wax seal bears the mark of the Circle of Magi.
Reveler
I know there is an archdemon behind this.
But I cannot ask the king to act solely on my feeling.
Yes.
We should proceed with the ritual.
Wait for reinforcements.
We sent a call out west to the Grey Wardens of Orlais, but it will be many days before they can join us.
Our numbers in Ferelden are too few.
We must do what we can and look to Teyrn Loghain to make up the difference.
To that end, we should proceed with the Joining ritual without delay.
The ritual is brief, but some preparation is required.
We must begin soon.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I agree!
We have until nightfall to begin the ritual.
Yet not enough to wait for reinforcements from the Grey Wardens of Orlais.
He believes our legend alone makes him invulnerable.
Absolutely.
We sent a call to the Grey Wardens of Orlais, and hope they will reach us before the archdemon does.
True.
So some believe, but I disagree.
Then maybe we should move quickly.
What would you have him do?
Wonderful.
Let's get this over with, then.
Why not?
He seems to regard the Grey Wardens highly.
Do you think there's any danger?
Note of Sale
A bill of sale for a "crystal rod" purchased by Lloyd.
Signet Ring
The seal of Redcliffe adorns this heavy gold ring.
Basement
Redcliffe Vault Key
This key is so heavy it could be used as a bludgeon.
They don't make them like they used to.
Brazier
Urn of Sacred Ashes
Big sister, Trian is going to try to kill you.
Get to the point, Bhelen.
<emp>Return to Duncan</emp>
You have found Alistair and should return with him to Duncan at his fire near the gate leading to the Korcari Wilds.
You four will be heading into the Korcari Wilds to perform two tasks.
The first is to obtain three vials of darkspawn blood, one for each recruit.
No, but the effort must be made.
I have every confidence you are up to the task.
Alistair is the most junior member of our order and will accompany you as is tradition.
Do not worry.
I doubt you will need to go far into the Wilds to find what you seek.
I apologize, Duncan.
I'll go collect who we're missing.
I've come this far.
I want to see this through.
Is this part of our Joining, too?
Idle Dwarf
Well, if you want in while you're still breathing, anyway.
Select an origin story
Which origin do you want to play:
Human Noble
City Elf
Dalish Elf
Dwarf Commoner
Dwarf Noble
The pleasure was all mine.
My son's father is casteless, as is he.
My parents have disowned me unless...
Since the beginning, the Grey Wardens have been charged with finding those who are strong enough to attempt the Joining and recruiting them into our ranks, for the good of all.
Nothing you said prepared me for that.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Yes, so am I.
I'm ready to go.
General Store
Kaitlyn's Home
House Ambush
Wilhelm's House
Good.
Let them leave our city and pester the humans.
Start at the very end of the Prelude (with Morrign)
[]
Set world map transition outside of the wilds
You must not speak of the king so.
He is... over-eager, perhaps, but he is also one of the few Grey Warden allies.
You could if he were not such a fool.
No time for civility, I see.
This will have to wait.
Father sent me to find Fergus.
See?
What did I tell you?
Greetings.
It is good to finally have a moment to speak with you.
I am only curious.
As am I.
Has anyone told you about it?
Not a great deal.
We've been waiting for your arrival, though.
I didn't say that I did.
I agree.
This is too dangerous.
I am from there, actually.
I've never been to the surface before.
I've never been away from my clan.
Why do you want to know?
You said you were from Redcliffe?
I'd rather not talk about that.
I'm curious about the Joining ritual.
It's all a big secret, apparently.
So you're the one we spent all that time waiting for, hmm?
The Wardens are impressive, but not as relevant as Cailan thinks.
The king told me of his promise.
I am certain he has every intention of following it through.
But you are Bryce's daughter.
I never forget a face.
But you are Bryce's son.
I never forget a face.
Then simply pray.
And yet the fate of the Grey Wardens lies in his hands.
Remember that.
He is Maric's son and the leader of my beloved Ferelden.
And a very young man.
I try to keep that in mind, as should you.
Here for the glory, hmm?
Fair enough.
You are wiser than you look.
A fascination you don't share.
My father was the teyrn of Highever.
I've never been out of Highever.
No, we've never met.
And if he doesn't?
He seems like a fool, to me.
He's not my king.
The Dalish don't have kings.
You don't seem very fond of him.
I am to be exiled to the surface, but you...
That's all the chance I need.
Count on it.
Secret Passage
So what?
That wouldn't frighten me.
I will have my revenge.
And how shall I address you?
Hired sword of the latest lordling to come looking for me?
Or just the only one who didn't mind Oghren's ale-breath?
Orzammar needs a new king to defend against a Blight.
Cage
A king won't defeat a Blight.
We've had forty generations of kings and lost <emp>everything</emp>.
Some.
Let's move.
And that makes you Duncan's new recruit, I suppose?
Glad to meet you.
We haven't met.
You must be Alistair.
Let's get on with it, then.
Sten's Cage Key
This is the key to Sten's cage.
So said my king.
I had only intended to use volunteers, but he was not satisfied... and soon a river of blood flowed out of this place.
A dire shortcut.
Was it worth it?
We tried to escape, but they found us.
They took us all, turned us...
This is taking far too long.
No, that's no good.
Come and get it!
For the teyrn!
I could use some help, here!
I've seen more skill from a pup!
No!
I... cannot fall...
Not likely.
<desc>Grunts</desc> Who designed this armor?
This suit is riding up my...
Magicked bastard!
Hey oh!
Do you have a moment?
A grand suggestion!
Even I would know better than that.
I dare you to keep doing that.
Maker help me!
Someone help me!
Please!
You're not so terrible!
Oh!
Who's going to clean all that blood?!
Never!
Hold right there!
I have to go to the privy...
Thank you ever so much!
Here!
Here!
A fine idea!
Why would I do that?!
I'll find a guard!
Then you'll be sorry!
Hold there, please.
I must go.
That's brilliant!
No, that's terrible!
I will tell someone!
I will!
Genlock Archer
That sounds fine to me.
Yes, da'len.
Your life depends on it.
Then I will join you.
Am I to become a Grey Warden, Keeper?
Eager, are we? <desc>Chuckles</desc>
Daveth and Ser Jory are here in the camp.
Have you met them?
That makes things easy, then.
They'll both be back with Duncan by now.
The knight?
Seems like a solid fellow, no?
Right, that cutpurse Duncan conscripted.
Not sure what Duncan sees in him, to be honest.
Keep an eye out, maybe we'll see one of them.
If you have any questions, let me know.
Otherwise, lead on!
What about the other recruits?
Yes, both of them.
I've met Ser Jory.
I've met Daveth.
Far from it.
I never wanted to be a templar, anyway.
So you're not happy in the Grey Wardens?
Is there a reason you are here?
Other than to slay fool messengers, that is.
Then you are most fortunate.
They were simply the first to be taught.
Others were inspired by his death to follow his path.
If not, then perhaps you have not properly lived.
Can I hear this old tale?
I have a mabari hound of my own.
So you descend from the Clayne?
How did he die?
Death usually isn't that inspiring.
First Door
Oh, that's such a relief!
You really saved me from the switch, for sure!
I'd best get back to my duties again before I get in more trouble.
<act>Lie</act> I'm afraid so.
That the Grey Wardens needed it.
All the more believable, then.
Then give me the sword.
Duncan?
Is that the one who brought me back?
It was my duty to return an injured Dalish to your clan; your people have always been allies with the Grey Wardens.
Warrior named Everd is a long shot, and I've got a lot of coin riding on him.
I want you to make sure he wins.
Find his quarters and find out when he faces off with Mainar.
Mainar's the best in the line-up, but I'll give you a drug to slip in his water to make sure Everd has the edge.
He's dead.
Here's the lyrium. <act>Give 2 nuggets.</act>
So get off her back and tell me my job for today.
That doesn't make any sense!
Why would he do it?
<desc>Laughs</desc> All that I wish you to do is what you are meant to do.
I'm not, thanks to Morrigan's mother.
The land is hardly united, thanks to Loghain.
We need to stop this Blight somehow.
So you want us to leave?
Oh?
It must be suicide, now?
My, but that is a lot to ask after all!
I suppose...
Arl Eamon wasn't at Ostagar; he still has all his men.
And he was Cailan's uncle.
So I should take on a suicide mission, instead?
What do we do now?
Maker help us!
They're everywhere!
No one messes with the boss.
I just killed Beraht.
You should be thanking me.
Then sodding yes, let's get out of here now.
Help me!
They're everywhere!
They've taken the tower!
<emp>Awaiting the Assembly's decision</emp>
You are in prison, awaiting your sentence.
<emp>Find the Grey Wardens</emp>
Your title has been stripped from you, your name erased from the Memories, and you are now exiled to the Deep Roads to fight the darkspawn to your death.
Your only hope of survival is to find the Grey Wardens who are somewhere in this maze of caverns battling the darkspawn.
You battled your way through the Deep Roads and found the Grey Wardens.
Duncan was impressed with your ability to survive the darkspawn and has recruited you as a Grey Warden.
The Exile
<emp>Find the Shield of Aeducan</emp>
You have been given the task of finding the shield of the Paragon Aeducan.
Your father believes it lies forgotten in an abandoned thaig in the Eastern Deep Roads.
<emp>Return to the rendezvous point</emp>
You have the legendary Shield of Aeducan in your hands.
It is time to return to the rendezvous point at the crossroads.
There you can display your glorious discovery to the king and his lords.
You have been betrayed by your younger brother, Bhelen, and incarcerated for the crime of fratricide.
The last is the Vir Adahlen--the Way of the Wood: we are as ancient as the forests, each tree a part of the greater land.
<desc>Snort</desc> Have a moment's peace, for once.
I hear the peace of the grave is eternal.
This is the thanks I get for feeding you and putting up with you for this long?
Bah!
May your child one day treat you the same.
Feed me, she says.
Without me, I swear she shall be caked in dirt and eating tree bark inside of a month.
Take one step at a time, but it is not so bad to know where those steps will lead you, yes?
Mm.
Come to think of it, that <emp>would</emp> be nice.
<desc>Snort</desc> Well don't expect me to do <emp>everything</emp>.
There is, however, one more thing I can offer you...
No, no, thank <emp>you</emp>.
You are the Grey Wardens here, not I.
I don't know how to contact them, or if they're even on their way.
We need to do something now.
No!
I can't accept that!
We can't just give up!
Surely there are other allies we could call on.
What about those treaties Flemeth gave us?
Yes.
Thank you for everything, Flemeth.
Then there's nothing we can do, is there?
More than usual, lately.
Good thing the teyrn's the only one who can speak to the king like that.
Do they fight often?
The beacon is over here!
We've surely missed the signal... let's light it quickly before it's too late!
I'm told you all have business in the Wilds.
The gate's open for you... just be careful out there.
Even a Grey Warden won't be safe in the forest tonight.
Sorry.
I have my orders.
I'm sure it'll be fine.
Did Duncan mention a mirror?
No, it was the mirror.
All I remember was the mirror...
They certainly are.
There... there were darkspawn in the cave?
Goodbye, Keeper.
Pray for me, Keeper.
The red shirts are required for this portion of the plot, you will need to start in the King's camp night and use the debugger again from there.
<emp>Teach Oskias a lesson</emp>
Oskias, one of Beraht's smugglers, has been holding on to Beraht's shipments and selling them to line his own pockets.
Find Oskias and show him exactly how Beraht feels about being cheated.
Oskias was last seen in Tapsters Tavern.
<emp>Escape Beraht's clutches</emp>
You have somehow ended up in Beraht's custody.
Beraht is quite put out with you, and hope for your continued survival is slim if you don't manage to get out of here.
<emp>Escape Beraht's clutches</emp>
You've managed to get out of your cell, but this isn't over yet...
<emp>Escape Beraht's clutches</emp>
You have killed Beraht, your former boss.
This probably means the end of the carta.
Still, you had best get out of here before someone finds you.
Your showing at the Provings impressed the Grey Warden Duncan, and even though half of Orzammar was after your head, he has recruited you as a Grey Warden.
You won the Provings, dressed as Everd.
Unfortunately, your true identity was revealed and you were arrested.
Where abouts?
Beginning
Taken Prisoner
A bronze key, turning green with verdigris so that it appears almost moss-covered.
Jump to where?
Jump to where cont.
Mage Tower: First Floor
Mage Tower: Second Floor
Mage Tower: Third Floor
Mage Tower:Fourth Floor
Mage Tower: Harrowing Chamber
Back to main options.
Set a plot flag
Clear a plot flag
Exit debug.
Will you prepare a service for Tamlen, please?
Oh, thank the Maker!
We need help!
They attacked the wagon; please help us!
The Long Road
Could you sign this form for me?
I don't know if I remember all of the tale.
<desc>The bodies around you suddenly rise up, drawing hidden weapons, and attack.</desc>
Too bad!
I'm just glad I got to be the one to tell you!
I think he's just glad he's not alone.
He's sweating so much, he looks like a human. <desc>Laughs</desc>
All in good time, Cousin.
This is your day, not mine!
Which won't happen until you get going, will it?
I don't feel lucky.
And how does Soris feel?
Maybe you should be the one getting married.
You just want to get to the drinking.
Follow me!
I'll take you to them!
Go on, then.
I still have some things to do, and Soris is no doubt waiting for you.
Our world is full of so many injustices.
Yes.
That she was.
Take this.
Your mother would have wanted you to have it.
It's the very least I can give you, as you start your new life.
Later.
Definitely later.
Me too, Father.
Well, what should I be doing?
No, I suppose there's no point.
You should have saved yourself the money.
Let's just get on with this, shall we?
The humans who killed her made a bigger one.
Mother was a great warrior.
Mother was a clever rogue.
She'll find out sooner or later.
Thank you, Father.
So I heard.
I am very sorry for your loss.
I have no intention of leaving.
Unless you intend to force me to do so?
Oh?
Changing your tune so quickly? <desc>Chuckles</desc>
That is my business.
Until she died.
The Alienage just isn't a good place for humans to be.
Please.
You can't be <emp>that</emp> thickheaded.
Do you have business here, human?
Then you'll be leaving, I assume.
And if not, we <emp>make</emp> you move along.
All the more reason for you to go!
This is no place for you, human.
Go.
Are you seriously looking for a fight?
And what might that be?
You're causing trouble, human.
Now beat it.
If he can be faulted for caring greatly for his people.
She was indeed.
And it appears she has passed her skills on to you.
They are my thoughts only.
The Grey Wardens teach no single method of combat.
Mages number amongst our ranks, as do archers and assassins and any number of swordsmen.
I have no interest in being a Grey Warden.
So this is the elder's fault?
My mother was that skilled?
Is that a Grey Warden speaking?
Magical healing?
On an elf? <desc>Scoffs</desc>
What did they do?
You didn't receive healing?
I have an amulet made by our craftsmen.
It's not much but I would be happy to give it to you in return for any news.
Deserted Farmland
Nice job on that, by the way.
But this is serious.
Uh... yes, of course.
I'm sure they have a lot to do.
Live in the forest with the savages, far from humans?
Sounds like a dream.
Fine, let's just scare him then.
I hope this doesn't delay anything.
Besides an angry betrothed?
Other than telling my betrothed off?
Let's leave them to prepare, Soris.
It could happen...
Me neither.
We should see if we can help.
They're by the tree.
I can't believe this happened!
I'm fine now.
Just shaken.
Let's go!
Hurry!
What do we have to work with?
With Arl Urien away, his son is in control of the garrison.
I am not certain they would do anything.
The law doesn't exist for us elves!
And even when the arl returns, there is no guarantee.
According to the stories, the arl has overlooked his son's behavior before...
And give him an excuse to send the garrison into the Alienage for another purge?
But surely we can do <emp>something</emp>!
Someone has to save them!
I'm with you on that.
Please, both of you... the focus must be on saving these poor women, not on revenge!
If anyone can get in and out alive, it's you.
I hate to say it, but it's true.
Your mother taught you well.
You could do this, with Soris's help.
Who else can do it?
Besides, Shianni's in there... along with our brides.
This is our responsibility.
You talk like he hasn't got away with it before!
So there's nothing we can do?
If he touches any of them, he's dead.
How did I get volunteered for this?!
Surely Duncan could go for help.
They'd believe him!
For the Couslands!
I need some assistance!
Your head will make a fine prize!
It is done...
Hold your position!
I wish I could go on a good hunt.
Some bear, perhaps.
Luck be with you.
I am indebted to you.
Son of an ogre!
For victory!
That's a dreadful idea.
How would you like a gauntlet to the chops?
Greetings!
That should do it.
That's not going to work.
I'll run you through!
<desc><DogName/> barks happily, inviting you to play</desc>
<desc>He stops playing and sits down quietly.</desc>
<desc>He continues jumping about and barking happily.</desc>
<desc>He sits up and looks at you attentively.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> rolls around on his back happily in the mud.</desc>
<desc>He whimpers sadly.</desc>
<desc>He continues rolling around and playing.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> runs up to you with a stick.</desc>
<desc>He hangs his head.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> growls viciously at a squirrel.</desc>
<desc>He barks at the squirrel savagely, then falls in line beside you.</desc>
<desc>He whimpers and hangs his head.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> cocks his head and gives you a confused whine.</desc>
Argh!
Why you little...
Your furry friend here took offense at me getting near his food.
Snapped at me.
Look...
And don't you think I don't know it.
<desc>He whines and hangs his head.</desc>
<desc>He growls angrily at Alistair.</desc>
Sometimes I forget that he's a wardog.
That'll teach me.
Oh, you're so funny.
Such rapier wit.
Me?
Harassing your dog?
I should say it's the other way round.
<emp><DogName/> growls ferociously at a passer-by.</emp>
<desc>He hangs his head and whines.</desc>
<desc>He howls proudly.</desc>
<desc>Whines pitifully</desc>
<desc>Whimpers pathetically</desc>
<desc>He wags his tail happily.</desc>
<desc>Sits down and stares at you attentively.</desc>
<desc>He cocks his head at you.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> relieves himself on an inconspicuous area nearby.</desc>
<desc>He pants happily.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> rolls around on his back happily.</desc>
<desc>He bounces around you, barking excitedly.</desc>
<desc>He barks excitedly and runs off.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> drops a dirt-covered root of some kind at your feet.</desc>
<desc>You think that it might have some sort of healing property.</desc>
<desc>You don't know what it's for.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> trots off happily.</desc>
Puppy!
<desc>Low whine</desc>
<desc>Argumentative bark</desc>
<desc>Giggles</desc> Puppy!
<desc><DogName/> returns with a letter.
It is addressed to someone in Highever, though it is clear the letter never reached its addressee.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> appears to have found an old helmet that may have belonged to a Grey Warden, or one of the Legionnaires of the Dead.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> has returned with an old sword.
The blade has been completely destroyed by age, and it will no longer serve as an effective weapon.</desc>
<desc>However, the hilt is encrusted with precious jewels, which may be worth quite a bit to a gem-crafter.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> seems to have found a piece of wood, carved with curious symbols.
Dirt still clings to it, and it looks very old.</desc>
<desc>You don't really know what it is, but it looks like it could be used as some kind of weapon.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> runs up to you and deposits a slightly damaged cake into your waiting hands.</desc>
<desc>He bounces around, barking happily.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> returns with what looks to be a hundred-year-old bottle of wine.
Dust still clings to it.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> comes running up to you with a tangled ball of woolen yarn.
The ends are trailing in the dust behind him.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> seems to have found a slightly dirty pair of silk pantaloons.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> has brought to you a tattered old book.
Some of the pages have been chewed.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> has brought you an item!</desc>
<desc><DogName/> doesn't seem to have found anything.</desc>
<desc>He barks happily.</desc>
<desc>He wags his tail happily and pants.</desc>
<desc>He continues to wag his tail and stares at you.</desc>
I think he was out there looking for you.
He's... chosen you.
Mabari are like that.
They call it imprinting.
He's going to follow you around now.
You should be honored.
Mabari are very picky about who they choose.
He's a warhound.
He can look after himself, I imagine.
At any rate, he must remember you helping him back at Ostagar.
You're imprinted.
Lucky you.
<desc>Whimpers sadly</desc>
You're not going to leave him here, are you?
This area's crawling with darkspawn.
Me?
I don't want a dog.
I can barely take care of myself.
Stop that!
A mabari shouldn't be doing that in public.
Hee, hee!
Dogs are funny.
You love me, don't you?
<act>Push <DogName/> from you.</act>
<act>Pet <DogName/>.</act>
Stop that.
It's undignified.
<act>Pet <DogName/> and watch him play.</act>
Aww, cute puppy!
No.
Not the time for Fetch.
<act>Take the stick away from <DogName/> but don't throw it.</act>
<act>Play with <DogName/> for a while.</act>
Yes, you show that squirrel who's in charge!
Don't be mean.
Leave that thing alone.
<act>Growl at the squirrel too.</act>
What?
What?
There's hardly any blood drawn.
Still, he shouldn't have.
It was just a warning.
He could have taken a hand off.
Good boy.
Teach that silly Alistair a lesson.
Bad dog!
That's not very nice!
Well, he is a wardog.
Did you just jump at the sight of your own shadow again?
Are you harassing my dog?
That was very rude, <DogName/>.
Yes.
Show them we are not people to be trifled with.
He was an innocent man, not one of our enemies!
Good, that will deter any potential assassins.
Do you see anything interesting?
Wait, where are you going?
Maker!
Where did you get that?
Put him back where he belongs.
Now.
No, you can't keep him.
If he comes with us, he's going to have to fight darkspawn.
I know he's too young.
That's my point.
Then you should return him to his parents, yes?
Exactly.
Now take him home.
Uh...
Where are your mother and father?
Uh... you just found this then?
I'm not eating any found cake.
I... uh, am sure it will come in handy.
I suppose it's the thought that counts.
It looks yummy. <emp>Looked</emp> yummy, maybe.
At some point.
Cake!
Excellent!
Good boy!
Um, thanks?
You don't expect me to wear these?
No.
Just no.
Well, maybe someday.
Not today.
They have to be laundered first.
A-ha!
One can never have too many pairs of pantaloons.
Um.
Thanks.
<desc>Leave <DogName/> alone.</desc>
Those darkspawn didn't hurt you, boy, did they?
Ugh.
I hate dogs.
Shoo!
Go away!
I take it you want to come along?
I've always wanted a dog like this.
Maybe it's meant to be.
But I don't want a dog.
Too much responsibility!
I suppose he might be handy.
I don't need an animal following me around.
Ugh.
He can come, but you're feeding him.
Then he'll have plenty to eat, won't he?
I've made my decision, now stow it.
If you like him, you can have him.
He can come, but he'd better make himself useful.
I think this is the mabari I helped cure back at Ostagar.
<act>Pet the hound.</act>
Certainly, what is on your mind?
I need to talk to you about something.
Quartermaster
You mean the young woman by the fire?
Girl problems, I see?
King's Highway
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Hope you cheer up.
Indeed.
It only saddens me that it has taken this for you to find it.
I'm not the one who named him to the captain, am I?
Trust me, it is kinder to leave Soris to the prison.
He is not capable of being a Grey Warden.
You, however, are a different story.
Nelaros is dead.
But the blood is mostly human.
Maker preserve us!
What happened?!
It's... human blood, mostly.
He's dead, all right.
You are generous to be so forgiving.
Grey Wardens are needed, especially if a Blight has begun.
I had... no way of knowing that was the case.
But we can speak of such things, later.
For now, you have much to do.
There's a whole world out there, you know.
I can't believe you didn't save Soris!
I don't know.
There was nothing we could do.
You shouldn't have interfered.
I think being a Grey Warden might be interesting.
We should go.
There are far more Vaughans than Duncans.
Yet here we live in the Alienage.
Perhaps you're right.
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cont yet, yet again
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I worry about my brothers' safety.
Now, if you'll excuse me?
We've a party to return to.
You're right.
You're absolutely right.
But you won't hurt the women, right?
If you can find it.
That also won't stop your alienage from being burned down.
<desc>Sobbing</desc> Please, just... get me out of here!
I want to go home!
Makes sense to me.
Yes.
That's exactly right.
Talk, then.
What's your alternative?
It's blood money, Soris, and you know it.
Then give me the money.
I accept your deal.
We can kill you <emp>and</emp> steal your money.
But I won't get to kill you, and I really want to.
Goodbye, then.
Rat Poison
A bitter-smelling white powder.
Brandy, poured into cheap clay mugs.
Cleanser
The vapors of coming from this are strong enough to burn the eyes and throat.
Brandy
The smell of alcohol almost overpowers the faint whiff of elderberries coming from this bottle.
Our hunters are cured!
We shall be forever grateful to you, Grey Warden.
Poor Zathrian, to have perished after all his long centuries.
We will miss him greatly.
It is too bad what happened to Cammen and Gheyna.
You should've let nature take its course.
You had no right to interfere in the love those children held for each other.
They have to live with what you've done, now!
It is great to see Cammen and Gheyna so happy.
A little joy in such a sad time is not misplaced.
Cammen should have become a full hunter, first... but it is worth it, to see a little happiness in the clan.
I understand you helped Elora with her sick halla.
A shame she had to perish.
We have had too much death here, of late.
Ma serannas for helping Elora.
Without the halla, we are lost.
How strange to see a Dalish join the Grey Wardens.
But how thrilling that a Dalish would also do so much and be so important.
Greetings, lethallan.
Liquor Cabinet
Wine Rack
Rod of Fire
A rod of fire, capable of emitting intense heat.
Side Door
Robed Sentinel
World Map
Villager House
Cammen told me about you.
Travel
Brecilian Forest
Sentinel
Then live, darling.
Become a Grey Warden, and do what is right.
I love you both, so much.
Ah, it is my shame to dream of knowledge I will never be bold enough to seek out.
Not too different from you, I imagine.
Ignore him, people.
I know I intend to.
Thank you, Lanaya.
Eirik has always worn it.
It must be on his body.
Search for it.
It is the only way into the mountain.
No.
I must help you get to the temple.
Just bring me the medallion.
There are things that must be done before it will work as a key.
I'm not going anywhere, as you can see.
Later.
First, we must get you somewhere safe.
I will be back.
Can you answer some of my questions, before we proceed?
Darkspawn Invasion
Burning Tower
You could talk to the elder.
Though she's got her hands full getting everyone on their way.
You are an elf living in Denerims impoverished Alienage.
It is your wedding, but even on this day of celebration, you find you are unable to escape the racial tensions that constantly trouble your people.
City Elf Story So Far
Alerted to your deeds in the arl of Denerim's palace, the guards arrived in the Alienage to arrest you.
Before they could take you away, Duncan recruited you into the Grey Wardens, thus saving your life.
You are headed to Ostagar, where the king's army gathers.
I can't help you.
I'm sorry.
Then I shall go.
Otherwise, you could speak to Ser Bryant in the chantry, I suppose.
It's up to you.
Templar's Nightmare
Our scouts saw you approaching and tell me you carry the body of one of our hunters with you.
It was just a question, friend.
Where do you want to portal?
Which "blue star" location?
"blue star" location
Raw Fade
Mage Asunder
"green star" (henchman) location
Stay here
Which "green star" (henchman) location
Henchman 1
Henchman 2
Henchman 3
Weisshaupt
Camp
If the matter is important, certainly.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I have no time to even think about such things right now.
My concern is protecting these people.
I see nothing threatening them other than the darkspawn.
Let us pretend that I was such a mage.
What would you do to me, hmm?
I do, though the priests no doubt would tell you otherwise.
It is no trouble.
Maker watch over you.
I need some information.
You do know that I am a mage?
And if you found an unsanctioned mage?
Tell me about something else.
I've nothing else to ask.
Things seem very dire in the village.
You think it's a myth, do you?
Well I'm not one of his knights.
Fade: Raw Fade
Fade: Weisshaupt
Fade: Burning Tower
more
Fade: Mage Asunder
Fade: Darkspawn Invasion
Fade: Templar's Nightmare
The qunari.
Out of its cage.
I would question this, but I have far more pressing matters to deal with.
Misstep, creature, and it will be your last.
A qunari does not "misstep."
Hmph.
It figures that you would be behind this.
And who are you, then?
None of it is good.
Teyrn Loghain is set to declare himself king, I hear.
Disaster piled on disaster.
None that we know of.
I suppose since you are a mage, I do know something that might interest you.
To have such a call when mages are needed to fight the darkspawn, something terrible must have happened.
I have nothing else to tell you.
The only news <emp>I</emp> care about is the approaching horde.
Only if you are interested in the business of mages.
They are.
With the bann having taken his men north, the village is left to its fate.
We will evacuate as many as we can before the horde reaches us.
I will stay as long as I am needed.
Some have, in recent days.
Even if I had no other concerns, I would not seek to collect the bounty.
What is wrong with Arl Eamon?
King Cailan had no heir?
Most people consider Teyrn Loghain a hero.
Have you heard any other news?
I already know all about this.
Do you know why?
Now?
That seems like odd timing.
I am.
Tell me.
You need to watch the roads more carefully.
You will say nothing about me.
Is that clear?
You dare to bring <emp>that</emp> qunari here!
Get him out!
Out!
I sense I am unwanted.
Thank you.
We have enough troubles without having to face <emp>that</emp> creature again.
This is intolerable!
Leave at once!
I apologize.
We will go.
What's the matter?
I only wish to talk.
We will go where we like.
And?
L-Lothering don't have any more beds for refugees.
But they keep coming.
A lean harvest and so many mouths to feed.
I hope more soldiers make it out of Ostagar.
So much tragedy.
Jump to after charge cutscene.
Jump to start of battle.
Jump to base of tower.
Royal Palace (Estate Entrance)
I don't need to hear it.
I come seeking the aid of the clans.
Ser Donall knew the fallen knight, Henric, and has taken the locket and the note.
Not yet, no thanks to Teyrn Loghain.
If he were well?
What do you mean?
So you're here looking for the Urn of Sacred Ashes, then?
I am, indeed.
But if Arl Eamon is sick, why are you here?
A pleasure, my lady.
A pleasure, good dwarf.
A pleasure, good elf.
A pleasure, my lord.
My mission takes priority.
But I fear I shall be returning to Redcliffe with nothing to show for my efforts.
If you're truly interested, there are books here containing a great deal of lore.
Nothing I have found leads me to believe that this was anything more than a quest of desperation.
I intend to return to Redcliffe soon and tell the arlessa exactly that, once Ser Henric arrives.
My fellow knight and traveling companion.
He is delayed, though.
You know of Arl Eamon's illness, I assume.
It is most terrible.
Nothing, thanks.
And I am <FirstName/>.
Shouldn't you be fleeing the darkspawn?
You said something had happened to Arl Eamon?
The arl could help deal with Loghain, surely.
We dwarves don't learn much about your religion.
We Dalish don't learn much about your religion.
I'd like to hear what you've learned.
It simply seems like a waste of time.
Who is Ser Henric?
Perhaps I could help you?
Go to an area.
The Dalish camp.
The west Brecilian Forest. (Deygan)
The east Brecilian Forest. (Hermit)
The upper level of the Ruins.
The Lair of the Undead of the Ruins.
The Lair of Werewolves of the Ruins.
<desc>Snorts</desc> Heard what you did with the other merchant.
Got what he deserved.
Still don't have food to sell.
If you're here about food, take it up with that bleedin' runt by the chantry.
I got other gear to sell.
Show me what you've got.
You're out of food?
I sent some hunters into the forest a week ago, but they have not returned.
I cannot risk any more of my clan.
A whole mess of refugees come in and leave near every night.
All have hungry bellies, sad tales, and mementos for barter.
I sold that bleeding merchant outside about half my larder two weeks back, and now he's charging outrageous sums for all my food.
Hardly.
I may be a cantankerous old coot, but I'm not going to beggar everyone comes by for a loaf of bread.
For now.
If that gouger isn't careful he'll wind up in the cage with the qunari or worse, mark my words.
People get more desperate by the day.
You will?
Odd thing to be doing.
But we'd appreciate it.
You jealous you didn't think of that first?
And the merchant is getting away with it?
I'll see what I can do about the merchant.
Master Felerron runs us miners hard.
Harder still since Ostagar.
We're planning on running that mine until the last minute.
Felerron's orders.
Got a brother that fell at Ostagar.
Hope we're not next.
To which part of the Forest?
To which part of the Ruins?
To the Forest
To the Ruins.
Never mind.
I'll come back later.
I am truly sorry the Dalish could not uphold the promises they have made.
Wait.
Perhaps you may be able to help us.
I understand, but I must go.
I will seek help elsewhere, then.
You have not found wisdom, but you have found humility.
Go forward.
You must seek answers, if you are ever to find them.
You are fortunate in your innocence, then.
Go forward.
This lesson must be learnt, if you are to find what you seek.
You have much to learn, and little time.
I will shorten your road for you.
You will learn, in time.
You must, if you are to find Andraste.
Perhaps you know nothing of suffering or war.
There is wisdom in innocence, too.
Go forward.
What led you here?
What guides you onward?
You must seek the answers in order to stand before Her.
You got a bed for the night?
You taken care of? <desc>Coughs</desc>
Lothering's full up with refugees.
Might be space in Allison's barn.
Speak up.
A Grey Warden, are we?
Did I mention I'm the bleeding queen of Ferelden?
Hmm...
You look better armed than most refugees that come through.
Not implying you're a deserter or the like.
I'll trust you can take care of yourself.
W-what?
I am not a refugee.
I'm a Grey Warden.
You think I'm a refugee?
Actually, I was more hoping I could help you.
Never mind.
Farewell.
Basement - Dungeon
Courtyard
Yes?
What is it?
I must warn you that more than werewolves lurk in the Brecilian Forest.
It has a history full of carnage and murder, you see.
I need to discuss something I discovered in the forest.
Templar Dreamer
Deep Road Outskirts
I'm no young skirt looking for a tumble, or some elder you can bully.
<desc>Sniffs</desc> Looks like you can fend for yourself tonight.
Ever since good King Cailan passed, refugees and soldiers have been passing through.
Ser Bryant at the chantry is seeing to matters of defense and such--he'd have more of an ear for your type.
Don't need blades right now.
We need beds, food, and an end to all these sad sots.
Pity.
I've a dozen things to do, and only two hands to do them.
Good luck to you, stranger.
Too much to do, and not enough time.
I'm the elder here and I've my hands full making sure refugees don't turn to petty theft or worse. <desc>Coughs</desc>
You are one of the nomadic Dalish elves, proud people who refuse to bow down to the rule of humans.
While scouting around your clan's camp with your friend Tamlen, you encountered a group of humans who claimed to have stumbled upon some old elven ruins.
If they are not lying, you could find some of the lost lore of your people in these ruins.
Tamlen has been declared lost to the clan.
While the keeper's magic was enough to keep you alive for a time, it cannot completely cure you.
The Grey Warden Duncan said that the only way to stop this sickness was to join his order, which you have done.
You and Duncan are on your way to Ostagar where the human army gathers.
Dalish Elf Story So Far
Rhagos
Such powerful magic, however, could not be accomplished without Zathrian's blood.
The curse and his life... are intertwined.
I...
I only have one thing to ask of you, if I might.
What do I get in payment?
I was glad to help.
Die, beast!
Hrrr.
We are not afraid of you, intruder.
Darkspawn Spirit
I've had enough.
Time to die. <act>Attack</act>
And you know how, don't you?
I don't think I do.  <act>Attack</act>
I can't talk now.
A book, eh?
What sort of book?
Yes?
Yes?
What do you have?
Ooh, made by the elves, yes?
Show me!
Oh, yes, many things are buried deep here.
Treasures!
How about a book?
I might have something else.
How about some Dalish craft?
I found some things in the forest.
Arcane Horror
Slavren
Fine.
I'll be back.
Turn the pestering oak into firewood.
Got it.
I'll... keep that in mind.
Riordan tells us that the bulk of the horde is, in fact, heading towards Denerim.
They are perhaps two days away from the capital.
What?
Are we sure about that?
I mean... if that's true...
How certain are we that this is good information?
In part.
Tell him if he refuses, I will ensure that Witherfang is never found.
He will never cure his clan.
What did you want to talk about?
All right.
I will bring Zathrian.
I ventured close enough to "listen in," as it were.
I am quite certain.
It will certainly fall without our armies.
And there is no guarantee we can reach the city in time.
Word has been sent, but they need more than warning.
They need our armies.
I'm not about to let Denerim fall, if that's what you mean.
What choice do we have?
Or do you intend to abandon Ferelden now?
I'm afraid there is one more thing that makes this of even greater importance to the Grey Wardens.
The archdemon has shown itself.
The dragon is at the head of the horde.
Maker preserve us!
The horde must be defeated, but the archdemon is our true target.
Redcliffe is fortified enough that a skeleton force can hold the walls should darkspawn come.
Then you will remain here, Teagan, while we march on Denerim.
Perhaps not, but what is important is that we know where the archdemon will be.
Perhaps not, but it is not the horde that must be defeated... it is the archdemon.
If we do not defeat the archdemon, it will not matter if Denerim is saved or the horde defeated.
And only the Grey Wardens can defeat the archdemon.
That is why we must go.
Then we march, and hope the army we've collected here gives us the chance we need.
Arl Eamon, how long before the army can set out?
By daybreak...
Then let's get them ready.
I won't let all those people die without giving them a chance.
Then we march, and hope the army collected here gives you the chance you need.
By daybreak, your Majesty.
Then give the order.
The longer we delay, the longer Denerim will be at the mercy of the horde.
Are we even ready to deal with the horde?
The archdemon is what's important.
Then we're off to war.
Let's do it.
We could leave now, without the army.
And just how are we supposed to defeat this archdemon?
This sounds like suicide!
Could we really stop the Blight?
What can I do to help?
And Eileen spoke unto the masses, "My hearth is yours, my bread is yours, my life is yours.
For all who walk in the sight of the Maker are one."
Uh...
Greetings?
Greetings, Chanter.
<desc>The chanter nods and smiles.</desc>
And who are you exactly?
Have anything of interest on the board?
You don't talk much, do you?
Hello?
I asked you a question.
I've had enough of your human nonsense.
Let all repeat the Chant of Light.
Only the Word dispels the darkness upon us.
He can't answer you.
He's Chanter Devons.
One of them's that can only say the Chant of Light.
His board has letters of good deeds to be doing.
My father fixed Widow Allison's roof once and the Chanter paid him, he did.
<act>Smile back.</act>
What's a Chanter?
<desc>Laughs</desc> No.
He's a Chanter.
Is he touched in the head or something?
Hmm... there's an idea.
I've watched you and I do think you'd find some of my skills quite easy to pick up.
Let's just go over there, away from the others.
For safety, yes?
I expect there shall be daggers flying about willy-nilly for a time.
Uh...
I don't think you have the correct... aptitude.
I could give you some pointers though, you may be able to pass them on to someone you know.
Can you teach me to be a bard?
Unless it's in the Chant of Light, no.
And so Rajmael in the heathen temple recanted. "Speak only the Word; sing only the Chant.
Then the Golden City is thine," spoke Andraste.
There's all sorts of things on his board.
Even traveling sellswords sometimes turn in postings.
It's like a vow of silence, then?
He can't talk normally?
So if I wanted to thatch a roof, I talk to him?
Anything interesting on that board of yours?
Go?
What do you mean "go?" You want me to leave?
No!
I'm not leaving!
W-will I ever see you again?
Goodbye then, and Maker be with you.
I think you should go.
We don't need you anymore.
I want you to be safe.
Get as far away from here as you can.
Yes, you are.
Go.
Please, for me?
I want to know you're safe.
Forget I said anything then.
Probably not.
Goodbye.
I know you dislike me, so just go already.
Oh, I see.
Very well.
I will find my own path.
You don't have to tell me twice.
Just go, and don't argue.
No!
Leave me alone!
I'll look for survivors.
This is the main door to the Arl of Denerim's estate.
It is locked and barred from the inside.
Store Exit
More.
Denerim.
Please know, I assumed you had already been told.
Otherwise, I would have told you this when you freed me in Denerim.
I am sorry.
That is exactly what it involves.
It is no exaggeration, I'm afraid.
Were that so, then any skilled warrior would suffice.
You are new to the Grey Wardens, and you may not have been told how an archdemon is slain.
I need to know if that is so.
You mean there's more to it than just, say, chopping off its head?
So it is true.
Duncan had not yet told you.
I had simply assumed...
It is, indeed.
I, for one, am most intrigued to hear this.
To reach the archdemon, we need to break through the horde... to do that, we need the army.
I see no other way.
I was wondering that, myself.
Then... you don't know?
Of course not.
You are both new recruits, Duncan wouldn't have expected...
An excellent question.
I'm not sure we have much choice, really.
My sentiments exactly.
This may be our only chance to face the archdemon.
We could stop the Blight here, before it truly starts.
I will give the orders at once, and will notify you the moment we are ready to march.
That would be appreciated.
Perhaps you and Alistair should meet me before you retire for the evening.
There are... things we need to speak of.
Perhaps you and Loghain should meet me before you retire for the evening.
There are... things we need to speak of.
Then if you and Alistair could meet me before you retire, we have Grey Warden business to discuss.
Then if you and Loghain could meet me before you retire, we have Grey Warden business to discuss.
I will have someone show you to your rooms.
I suggest you all get some rest, while you can.
We will need it.
Because of our skill and ability to sense them?
I don't have time to chat.
The alienage gates are locked for the moment, to prevent outsiders from coming in and causing further disruption.
Stay safe.
Arl's Palace
Arl's Estate Exterior
Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on her.
What?
Don't be ridiculous!
But they may have demons within them, lying dormant... lying in wait!
We will rebuild.
The Circle will go on, and we will learn from this tragedy, and be strengthened by it.
I believe order has been restored to the Circle.
Fergus' Room
Your Room
Teyrn Cousland's Room
Study
Pantry
Atrium
Enough!
I have already made my decision.
Chapel
Dining Room
Guard Post
Main Hall
Treasury
You should get some sleep before morning.
There will be much to do when the army marches.
There is no other way.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry.
If possible, the final blow should be mine to make.
I am the eldest, and the taint will not spare me much longer.
But if I fail, the deed falls to one of you.
Trust me, I'm not looking forward to the prospect... but I'm willing.
You can count on me.
So glad you approve.
I know.
All my life I didn't want to be king, and now that I do I might have to give it up.
But what would be the point of being king if I didn't do my duty for my country?
No, just make sure I'm there when we fight this archdemon.
I'll do what I have to.
Palace Guard
Promissory Note for Lord Helmi
Enough self-pity.
You'll die for your crimes.
You have arrived in Ostagar as the Grey Wardens newest recruit.
The kings army and all of Fereldens Grey Wardens have gathered here to face the darkspawn surging up from the south.
Duncan has told you that you need to go through your initiation ritual, but before you get to this, he has asked you to seek out another Grey Warden, Alistair.
You have arrived in Ostagar as the Grey Wardens newest recruit.
The kings army and all of Fereldens Grey Wardens have gathered here to face the darkspawn surging up from the south.
You and the other recruits need to go through the Joining--the Grey Warden initiation ritual.
As part of your initiation process, you have been sent to the Korcari Wilds to obtain vials of darkspawn blood.
You have arrived in Ostagar as the Grey Wardens' newest recruit.
The king's army and all of Ferelden's Grey Wardens have gathered here to face the darkspawn surging up from the south.
You have gathered darkspawn blood from the Korcari Wilds in preparation for the Joining, and have also located the ancient Grey Warden treaties Duncan asked you to find.
You have survived the Joining, your initiation into the Grey Warden ranks.
Night has fallen over Ostagar and the king and the Grey Wardens have gone out to meet the darkspawn.
You and Alistair have been tasked with lighting the beacon in the Tower of Ishal.
When the darkspawn have committed themselves, this beacon will signal Teyrn Loghain's forces to flank the darkspawn horde.
King Cailan and Duncan are leading the Grey Wardens in the charge against the darkspawn, while you and Alistair have been given the task of lighting the beacon in the Tower of Ishal.
When the darkspawn have committed themselves, this beacon will signal Teyrn Loghain and his men to flank the horde.
Unfortunately, on your way, you discovered that darkspawn have swarmed the tower.
Teyrn Loghains forces fled the battlefield, leaving the king and the Grey Wardens, outnumbered and overwhelmed, to be slaughtered by the darkspawn.
You were ambushed by darkspawn in the Tower of Ishal, and it is only thanks to Flemeth, the Witch of the Wilds, that you are still alive.
You and Alistair are the last two Grey Wardens left in Ferelden.
Teyrn Loghain's forces fled the battlefield, leaving the king and the Grey Wardens, outnumbered and overwhelmed, to be slaughtered by the darkspawn.
Only two Grey Wardens remain in Ferelden--you and Alistair--and the Blight continues to ravage the kingdom.
You have set out to invoke the ancient Grey Warden treaties to gather an army to lead it in battle against the Blight.
You were alerted in the middle of the night by your faithful mabari hound to the trouble brewing outside your bedroom door.
Arl Howe has betrayed your father and Castle Cousland is under attack from his men.
The troops loyal to Teyrn Cousland have left with your brother on the long march to Ostagar, leaving only a handful of guards in the castle.
Escape is your only option.
It seems that the humans will never leave your people alone, not even on this day of celebration.
The women of your wedding party have been kidnapped by Vaughan, the arl of Denerim's son.
You found a strange mirror in the ruins the humans directed you to.
Tamlen touched the mirror and you lost consciousness, only to awake back at camp.
The keeper says a human, Duncan, saved you, but found no sign of Tamlen.
If Tamlen was as sick as you were, he might be dying somewhere in the forest, alone.
--Orzammar Doors Open--
I am at your disposal, Grey Wardens.
I suggest a village north of the Wilds as our first destination. 'Tis not far and you will find much you need there.
Or, if you prefer, I shall simply be your silent guide.
The choice is yours.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You will regret saying that.
Dear, sweet mother, you are so kind to cast me out like this.
How fondly I shall remember this moment.
Well, I always said if you want something done, do it yourself, or hear about it for a decade or two afterwards.
From the way he glares, I imagine that answer is clear.
I just... do you really want to take her along because her mother says so?
I guess you're right.
The Grey Wardens have always taken allies where they could find them.
I am so pleased to have your approval.
If you worry that I will summon demons and transform into an abomination, I assure you I will at least wait until you are not looking.
I feel better already.
Allow me to show you out of the forest.
After that, send me off if you like.
I did not ask to join you.
I hate to say it, but the Grey Wardens have always taken allies where they could find them.
We could... probably... use her.
Somewhat.
I may have answers.
Ask.
'Twas she who raised me and thus I consider her my mother, born from her womb or not. 'Tis what you meant, yes?
Young?
Married?
Pregnant?
Who said she was any of these things?
I certainly did not.
She would no more tell me than you, I assure you.
Mother was alone long before I came and will be so long after I am dead.
Such is her choice, though I suspect she would claim the choice was made for her.
From time to time.
I have been to the village I mentioned, watched its people, and pondered what curious beings they are.
On occasion, I purchased goods from the village merchants.
There I spoke with men, a little.
There they stared and knew me as an outsider.
Mother wishes for me to expand the horizon of my experience beyond the Wilds.
Even she was not born here.
What I <emp>want</emp> is to see mountains.
I wish to witness the ocean and step into its waters.
I want to experience a city rather than see it in my mind.
So, yes, this is what I want.
Actually leaving is... harder than I thought, however.
Perhaps Mother is right--it must simply be done quickly.
'Tis a small place of little consequence called Lothering.
No more than a stop along your Imperial Highway where travelers purchase goods from local farms and smiths.
I would go more often were it not for the town's chantry.
It makes the village particularly intolerant and unpleasant for a stranger such as me.
A chantry?
And they never, in all this time, thought that <emp>maybe</emp> you were a witch?
Of course they have.
They even called out their templars once.
They found nothing.
I mention it for its tavern, where travelers gather with news from other places. 'Tis small enough that our appearance might go unnoticed.
Beyond that, 'tis close and I know the way.
The real question is how we are going to get your friend past the darkspawn, is it not?
That's true.
We can sense the darkspawn.
Conversely, they can sense us.
You won't right away, no.
It takes time.
We should be able to sneak past smaller groups, but larger ones or particularly intelligent darkspawn will always detect us.
Mother has given me something else for them to "smell" instead as we pass by. 'Tis important we head out of the Wilds, however, not farther in.
They come from underground, like an eruption.
They broke through deep within the forest and that is where they will be most concentrated.
I know a few spells, though I am nowhere near as powerful as Mother.
I have also studied history.
And your Grey Warden treaties.
Can you cook?
I... can cook, yes.
You missed your chance.
Now it's charred rabbit from here on out.
Right.
My cooking will kill us.
That's all I meant.
I also know at least fifteen different poisons that grow right here in this marsh.
Not that I would suggest 'tis at all related to cooking.
Farewell, Mother.
Do not forget the stew on the fire.
I would hate to return to a burned-down hut.
Bah. 'Tis far more likely you will return to see this entire area, along with my hut, swallowed up by the Blight.
I... all I meant was...
Yes, I know.
Do try to have fun, dear.
The stew is bubbling, Mother dear.
Shall we have two guests for the eve or none?
The Grey Wardens are leaving shortly, girl.
And you will be joining them.
Such a shame-- What?
You heard me, girl.
The last time I looked, you had ears! <desc>Laughs</desc>
Her magic will be useful.
Even better, she knows the Wilds and how to get past the horde.
Have I no say in this?
You have been itching to get out of the Wilds for years.
Here is your chance.
As for you, Wardens, consider this repayment for your lives.
Pardon me, but I had the impression that you two needed assistance, whatever the form.
Oh, she is.
You have spells of your own, but my Morrigan's as cunning as a root lizard.
Not to... look a gift horse in the mouth, but won't this add to our problems?
Out of the Wilds, she's an apostate.
If you do not wish help from us illegal mages, young man, perhaps I should have left you on that tower.
Point taken.
Mother... this is not how I wanted this.
I am not even ready--
You must be ready.
Alone, these two must unite Ferelden against the darkspawn.
They need you, Morrigan.
Without you, they will surely fail, and all will perish under the Blight.
Even I.
I... understand.
And you, Wardens?
Do you understand?
I give you that which I value above all in this world.
I do this because you <emp>must</emp> succeed.
Let her guide you out of the Wilds.
If you truly do not desire her help after that, simply tell her so.
She could just as easily lead us into darkspawn, you know.
I could just as easily have left you to them.
Morrigan will not fail you.
Allow me to get my things, if you please.
Oh, she is.
You could use some magic, and my Morrigan's as cunning as a root lizard.
You must speak to Mother, then begone.
You have an army of darkspawn to avoid, and 'twould be best to get an early start.
Ah, your eyes finally open.
Mother shall be pleased.
I am Morrigan, lest you have forgotten.
And we are <emp>in</emp> the Wilds, where I am bandaging your wounds.
You are welcome, by the way.
How does your memory fare?
Do you remember Mother's rescue?
Mother managed to save you and your friend, though 'twas a close call.
What is important is that you both live.
The man who was to respond to your signal quit the field.
The darkspawn won your battle.
The suspicious, dim-witted one who was with you before, yes.
All dead.
Your friend has veered between denial and grief since Mother told him.
He is outside by the fire.
Mother asked to see you when you awoke.
Of that I have no doubt.
Your friend has been inconsolable since Mother told him the news.
As you like.
Mother is outside with your friend...
She wished to see you when you awoke.
I do not know.
She rarely tells me her plans.
Yes, but I expect you shall be fine.
The darkspawn did nothing Mother could not heal.
He is& as you are.
I suppose it would be unkind to say he is being childish.
And you think they would encourage his blubbering?
If so, they are not the sort of Grey Wardens the legends note.
I do not mind.
Take your time.
We are safe, for the moment.
Mother's magic keeps the darkspawn away.
Once you leave, 'tis uncertain what will happen.
The horde has moved on, so you might avoid it.
I wonder at that myself, but she tells me nothing.
Perhaps you were the only ones she could reach.
I would have rescued your king.
A king would be worth a much higher ransom than you.
I am only being practical.
Yet now you are a surface dwarf.
My king's ransom might be a long time coming.
I stand corrected.
What a sensible attitude.
Mother is seldom sensible, however.
Who says I would ransom for coin?
Gold has its uses, I suppose, but power buys far more.
She turned into a giant bird and plucked the two of you from atop the tower, one in each talon.
If you do not believe that tale, then I suggest you ask Mother yourself.
She may even tell you.
Only stragglers that are long gone.
You would not want to see what is happening in that valley now.
Are you sure you want me to describe it?
I had a good view of the battlefield. 'Tis a grisly scene.
There are bodies everywhere, and darkspawn swarm them... feeding, I think.
They also look for survivors and drag them back down beneath the ground.
I cannot say why.
If you are willing to run into the midst of the horde, perhaps.
I do not know who this Loghain even is.
Perhaps ask Mother of it.
I agree. 'Tis time you speak with Mother then be on your way.
I... you are welcome, though Mother did most of the work.
I am no healer.
I will stay and make something to eat.
Back in the Wilds, of course.
I am Morrigan, lest you have forgotten, and I have just bandaged your wounds.
You were injured, and then Mother rescued you.
Do you not remember?
I wish I could see your army and king close up, but I must remain with Mother.
Greetings, Mother.
I bring before you four Grey Wardens who--
I see them, girl.
Mmm.
Much as I expected.
Are we supposed to believe you were expecting us?
You are required to do nothing, least of all believe.
Shut one's eyes tight or open one's arms wide... either way, one's a fool!
She's a witch, I tell you!
We shouldn't be talking to her!
Quiet, Daveth!
If she's really a witch, do you want to make her mad?
There is a smart lad.
Sadly irrelevant to the larger scheme of things, but it is not I who decides.
Believe what you will.
And what of you?
Does your elven mind give you a different viewpoint?
What do you believe?
And what of you?
Does your dwarven mind give you a different viewpoint?
What do you believe?
And what of you?
Does your woman's mind give you a different viewpoint?
Or do you believe as these boys do?
And what of you?
Do you possess a different viewpoint?
Or do you believe as the others do?
<desc>Laughs</desc> If you must protest so quickly, perhaps I need not ask?
A statement that possesses more wisdom than it implies.
Be always aware... or is it oblivious?
I can never remember.
Is that all?
Surely your mind stretches farther than these surroundings!
Ha!
There lies the answer I hoped to get.
An open mind, yet not made of mush.
Am I simply complimenting you?
Wait and see!
So much about you is uncertain& and yet I believe.
Do I?
Why, it seems I do!
So this is a dreaded Witch of the Wilds?
Witch of the Wilds, eh?
Morrigan must have told you that.
She fancies such tales, though she would never admit it!
Oh, how she dances under the moon! <desc>Laughs</desc>
They did not come to listen to your wild tales, Mother.
True, they came for their treaties, yes?
And before you begin barking, your precious seal wore off long ago.
I have protected these.
You... oh.
You protected them?
And why not?
Take them to your Grey Wardens and tell them this Blight's threat is greater than they realize!
Such manners!
Always in the last place you look.
Like stockings!
Oh, do not mind me.
You have what you came for!
Time for you to go, then.
Do not be ridiculous, girl.
These are your guests.
Oh, very well.
I will show you out of the woods.
Follow me.
Either the threat is more or they realize less.
Or perhaps the threat is nothing!
Or perhaps they realize nothing! <desc>Laughs</desc>
Do I?
Perhaps I am simply an old woman with a penchant for moldy parchments. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Well, I cannot be responsible for their doubts.
I would go mad!
Or am I already? <desc>Laughs</desc>
Your treaties yet remain with my mother.
When you wish to go, I will take you to her.
Here's a thought: Why don't we wait here, and you go and fetch them?
I do not "fetch." If you wish to ask about your precious treaties, then come.
Otherwise, stay.
What say you, hmm?
Scavenger or intruder?
'Tis a tower no longer.
The Wilds have obviously claimed this desiccated corpse.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Because I know them as only one who owns them could.
Can you claim the same?
You are the intruder, here.
I believe the first question is rightfully mine.
Do I appear a stalking predator ready to leap upon her find?
There is no need to fear me.
I have watched your progress for some time. "Where do they go," I wondered, "why are they here?"
And now you disturb ashes none have touched for so long.
Why is that?
Don't answer her.
She looks Chasind, and that means others may be nearby.
You fear barbarians will swoop down upon you?
Yes, swooping is bad.
She's a Witch of the Wilds, she is!
She'll turn us into toads!
Witch of the Wilds?
Such idle fancies, those legends.
Have you no minds of your own?
You there, dwarf.
You have nothing to fear from any witch.
Tell me your name and I shall tell you mine.
Let us be civilized.
And you may call me Morrigan, if you wish.
Very well.
You have stirred my curiosity, so you have my promise.
Now that is a proper civil greeting, even here in the Wilds.
You may call me Morrigan.
Very well, preserve your mystery if you desire.
You may call me Morrigan.
Shall I guess your purpose?
You sought something in that chest, something that is here no longer?
"Here no longer?" You stole them, didn't you?
You're... some kind of... sneaky... witch-thief!
How very eloquent.
How does one steal from dead men?
Quite easily, it seems.
Those documents are Grey Warden property, and I suggest you return them.
I will not, for 'twas not I who removed them.
Invoke a name that means nothing here any longer if you wish; I am not threatened.
'Twas my mother, in fact.
Why so petulant?
You wish to know who removed your papers? 'Twas my mother who did the deed.
There is a sensible request.
I like you.
I'd be careful.
First it's, "I like you..." but then "Zap!" Frog time.
Yes, my mother.
Did you assume I spawned from a log?
A thieving, weird-talking log, perhaps.
Not all in the Wilds are monsters.
Flowers grow, as well as toads.
If you wish, I will take you to my mother. 'Tis not far from here, and you may ask her for your papers, if you like.
We <emp>should</emp> get those treaties, but I dislike this...
Morrigan's sudden appearance.
It's too convenient.
She'll put us all in the pot, she will.
Just you watch.
If the pot's warmer than this forest, it'd be a nice change.
Follow me, then, if it pleases you.
She prefers her privacy, but I imagine she will be curious enough why you are here.
Come.
See for yourself.
Have I been dishonest?
Some call us witches, yes, but purely out of superstition.
You know what the Circle of Magi is, don't you?
The Circle requires an accounting of all mages.
That is the law of the land and the Chantry.
If you wish to tell your Chantry about me, go ahead.
I have nothing to fear from priests.
Why not?
I do not meet many people here.
Are you all so mistrustful?
As you wish.
And I shall watch.
Should you change your mind, I can take you to her later.
An odd thing to gather.
But I imagine there is plenty yet remaining on the darkspawn you slaughtered coming here, no?
Go, then, and do what you must.
I shall watch and take you to her when you are done.
If so, it seems the truthful rather than funny sort, no?
Great!
She's a thieving, weird-talking, <emp>funny</emp> sort of witch.
You there.
Elves are not frightened little boys.
Tell me your name and I shall tell you mine.
You there.
Women do not frighten like little boys.
Tell me your name and I shall tell you mine.
You there, handsome lad.
Tell me your name and I shall tell you mine.
Let us be civilized.
That would be a mistake, I daresay, for what shadow-dwelling prey is easy?
No, I prefer you speak your mind.
I have no problems with your presence, if Alistair doesn't.
We need all the help we can get.
Oh, get over yourself, Alistair.
Actually, I have some questions.
Are you really Flemeth's daughter?
It's just difficult to imagine her...
I'm just wondering her age.
She's just going to stay here alone?
Have you never been outside the Wilds?
Is that what you want?
Tell me about this village to the north.
Is there any reason to go to Lothering, then?
How are we going to get past the darkspawn?
I don't sense any darkspawn.
The darkspawn are camped farther in the forest?
That's not reassuring.
What skills do you have, exactly?
Never mind him.
You don't have to cook.
Then you can substitute for Alistair!
Excellent.
You'll at least be of some use.
I think we should just get underway.
I think that's an excellent idea.
What makes you think we want her?
Very well, we'll take her with us.
Was this your idea all along?
She had better be as useful as you say...
I understand.
We don't need her help.
She won't come to harm with us.
Thank you, but if Morrigan doesn't wish to join us...
I remember you: the girl from the Wilds.
Wait... what happened to the army?
To the king?
I remember being overwhelmed by darkspawn...
My friend?
You mean Alistair?
What happened to the Grey Wardens?
And the king?
Neither am I!
This is horrible!
I need to get out of here.
Why does your mother want to see me?
Were my injuries severe?
What about Alistair?
Is he all right?
Very unkind!
Those were his friends!
I have some questions, if you don't mind.
Are we safe here?
Where are the darkspawn?
Why did your mother save us?
Thanks a lot.
I happen to be of royal blood, you know.
I happen to be nobility, you know.
Much, much higher.
Coin is important to you?
Out here?
How did she manage to rescue us, exactly?
Are there any survivors besides us?
Why?
What's happening?
Yes... please.
So those survivors could be rescued?
I wouldn't have asked if I didn't.
Maybe not, then.
You're right, I wouldn't.
Why did Teyrn Loghain abandon the king?
I think I've asked enough questions.
Thank you for helping me, Morrigan.
I will go, then.
She rescued me?
You mean from the tower?
Err... yes.
Where am I?
What happened to the darkspawn?
I'm no fool, if that's what you're asking.
I'm not sure what to believe.
I believe you're crazy and possibly dangerous.
Believed or not, some things must be accepted.
Thank you for returning them.
What do you mean the threat is greater than they realize?
How do you know all this?
I'm sure they'll be eager to act on your advice.
I believe you have something we need.
I am neither.
The Grey Wardens once owned this tower.
Intruder?
And just how are these your Wilds?
I would first know who you are and where you come from.
Where did you come from?
Stay back!
Promise you won't harm us.
I am <FirstName/>.
A pleasure to meet you.
Forget it!
You first.
Then who removed them?
Tell us at once, or face the consequences.
She's toying with us.
Let's go.
Can you take us to her?
Your mother?
I say we go with her.
Tell us more about your mother, first.
I want an honest answer: Are you a Witch of the Wilds?
Why are you interested in helping us?
I say we look around more.
We still need to gather the darkspawn blood.
Is this a joke?
Giant Spider
Wild Sylvan
I'm... so sorry it's come to this, my love...
We had a good life and did all we could.
It's up to our children, now.
Then... go, pup.
Warn your brother.
And know that we love you both.
You do us proud.
They've broken through the gates.
We must go now.
Goodbye, darling.
... we are blessed beyond measure; we are chosen by the Holy and Beloved to be Her guardians.
Blessed fire cleanse and consecrate our souls.
Great Andraste!
I pray You: stay Your wrath!
I bring before You Your champion, who will fall upon Your enemies as a cleansing flame, paving the way for Your glory!
O, beloved Andraste!
O, holy Andraste!
We praise Your Name!
Oh!
You got him to speak!
Ha!
Err...
What hath man's sin wrought?
Oh, he cheated!
The Maker is a righteous ass.
Anything to say to that?
A chanter says, "What?"
Sometimes we throw pebbles at him.
Doesn't work either.
"Blessed be this day, for even in adversity, we bathe in the Maker's light."
It's no use.
If it's not the Chant of Light, he won't say it.
Keep trying and the templars'll just chase you off.
How's the vow of obedience treating you?
"Cathaire, you will be my sword," said Andraste, "And the Maker shall be our shield."
That's from Disciple Cathaire, right?
And the stars stood still, the winds did quiet, and all animals of earth and air held their breath.
Let Him take notice and shine upon thee, for thou hast done His work this day.
The path of righteousness is full of hardship, but the Maker smiles upon its travelers.
All was silent in prayer and thanks.
Well, it ends now. <act>Kill her.</act>
You're on a bridge over-looking a gigantic trench.
Below you see an army of darkspawn milling and in the center of it is the Archdemon - a scary, wicked-looking darkspawn dragon. 
The army and the Archdemon are on the move and leaving the trench.  It should be intimidating and make the feel like they're sneaking into the heart of the enemy's base.
Magical Channeling Device
Dog Trainer
Dwarven Soldier
And?
What word have we from Orzammar?
Has House Klaret sent their men or haven't they?
They're stalling.
Which is as good as a no.
House Klaret's feud with House Rumold has flared up again since their son died in that Deep Roads business.
So naturally they're pleading the need for self-defense.
Hmph!
Fine time to start with that nonsense again.
I've half a mind to--oh, evening to you, Grey Warden.
I didn't realize you were still up and about.
Nothing that can be dealt with now, I'm afraid.
Just one of the houses being thicker than the stone that made them.
Once all of this Blight business is done, there will be a reckoning in the Assembly.
They're probably half-hoping we'll all wind up dead.
That way, they'll have one of the strongest forces left in Orzammar.
Enough to face the darkspawn all on their own, I suppose?
That's exactly the kind of half-arsed thinking that got us into the mess after Endrin passed.
It was our good fortune that you decided to return home when you did, Grey Warden.
For all that you needed our help, I expect we needed yours more.
It was our good fortune that you decided to go to Orzammar when you did, Grey Warden.
For all that a surfacer needed our help, I expect we needed yours more.
Hmh.
And so you should be.
I was hoping you'd have some Grey Warden trick up your sleeve, truth be told.
Are things truly that desperate?
Do we stand a chance of losing?
Now there's a reason to get drunk if ever I heard one.
Right, off to camp with both of you.
And keep the drunkenness to a minimum.
We've a long way to go yet.
Pleasant evening to you, Grey Warden, and good fortune on the field of battle.
I hope you're right.
Under the open sky is a terrible place to consider dying, that's for sure.
Huh?
I'm not sure I get that, quite.
Resting?
Who can rest after the march we had getting here?
These humans have it easy with their long legs.
Resting?
Who can rest after the march we had just getting here?
You tall races have it so easy.
That and we're kept up thinking about the coming battle.
Good fortune to you, Grey Warden.
I have plenty to manage yet before the bugle calls.
Is there a problem with the dwarven forces?
I'm worried about the battle.
Don't we always?
We will find a way to win.
We must.
I do, even if you don't.
Shouldn't you all be resting?
Carry on, men.
Ancestor's blessing on you, Grey Warden.
The Grey Wardens and the dwarves have always been allies.
It is a pleasure to join you.
It is an honor, Grey Warden.
You needn't worry about any problems tonight.
We will guard you well.
Good evening, Grey Warden.
I am surprised to see you still up and about, Grey Warden.
Nervous about the battle tomorrow, I see?
Good evening, my lady.
It is an honor to meet you.
Good evening, my lord.
It is an honor to meet you.
There was some groaning after the men received word about the coming race to Denerim tomorrow, but nothing serious.
I think many are uneasy about facing the great horde.
We will be outnumbered, it is said, but we have no choice.
There are thousands of innocents in Denerim... my own family is there.
Thank you.
You can't imagine what a relief it is to hear you say that.
I have done little else since I heard the news.
Might...
I persuade you to include them in your prayers as well, my lady?
I have done little else since I heard the news.
Might...
I persuade you to include them in your prayers as well, my lord?
I... don't know.
Certainly the Maker seems to favor you.
I just... worry about my children.
Of... of course, my lady.
I apologize.
Of... of course, my lord.
I apologize.
I hope we are successful.
I worry about my children.
Of course, my lady.
My duty comes first.
Of course, my lord.
My duty comes first.
We are concerned that darkspawn assassins might be sent into the camp to harm you or the king.
We are concerned that darkspawn assassins might be sent into the camp to harm you or the queen... or even Lord Loghain.
No doubt you could defend yourself from such an attack, but we would prefer you to rest easy... for a few hours at least.
I am not certain.
On one hand, I yearn for the capital to be defended.
There are so many lives at stake.
But it feels as if we are rushing to our doom.
Do you... truly feel that we have a chance of winning?
I...
I see.
Well, I will hope for the best, then.
I see.
We can only hope for the best, then.
I hope you are right.
I will pray for it.
Of course, my lady.
Good luck to you.
Of course, my lord.
Good luck to you.
How is everything in the castle?
We will save them.
Don't worry about that.
You'd best say a prayer for them, then.
I am an elf.
I do not pray to your god.
Are you sure you want an elf's prayers?
I am a dwarf.
I do not make a habit of praying.
I certainly will, soldier.
And what effect would that have?
I'm sorry.
We will do what we can.
Don't let it distract you.
There seem to be a large number of guards here.
How do you feel about the coming battle?
If we do, I know at least one Grey Warden loses.
I honestly don't know.
Of course we'll win.
Good evening, soldier.
<emp>See if there's any interest in lost records from House Ortan</emp>
You've found some strange records in an old thaig overrun with darkspawn.
Perhaps someone in Orzammar will be interested in them.
They're gone--they passed through and didn't even notice us.
What was that bloody thing marching with them?!
A dragon?!
That was the archdemon.
Off-Duty Guard
Codex Book
Where are the other survivors?
Give shapeshifting form
Golem form
Mouse form
Spirit form
Burning man form
I've made my decision.
Where are Irving and the other mages?
Just tell me where the surviving mages are.
Before us stands the might of the darkspawn horde!
Gaze upon them now, but fear them not!
The woman you see beside me is a dwarf, raised to the ranks of the Grey Wardens!
This is not her home, and yet still she fights with honor and passion!
She has survived despite the odds, and without her, none of us would be here!
The man you see beside me is an elf, raised to the ranks of the Grey Wardens!
And never a more glorious Grey Warden has there been!
The man you see beside me is a dwarf, raised to the ranks of the Grey Wardens!
This is not his home, and yet still he fights with honor and passion!
The man beside me is a native of Ferelden, now risen to the ranks of the Grey Wardens!
He is proof that glory is within reach of us all!
He has survived despite the odds, and without him, none of us would be here!
Today, we save Denerim!
Today, we avenge the death of my brother, King Cailan!
But most of all, today we show the Grey Wardens that we remember and honor their sacrifice!
The woman you see beside me is an elf, raised to the ranks of the Grey Wardens!
And never a more glorious Grey Warden has there been!
The woman you see beside me is a dwarf, raised to the ranks of the Grey Wardens!
This is not her home, and yet she still fights with honor and passion!
This woman beside me is a native of Ferelden, risen to the ranks of the Grey Wardens!
She is proof that glory is within reach of us all!
The man you see beside me is a dwarf, raised to the ranks of the Grey Wardens!
This is not his home, and yet he still fights with honor and passion!
This man beside me is a native of Ferelden, now risen to the ranks of the Grey Wardens!
He is proof that glory is within reach of us all!
Today, we save Denerim!
Today, we avenge the death of my husband, your King Cailan!
For Ferelden!
For the Grey Wardens!
You've managed to fight your way to the gates.
We're doing better than I hoped.
The army will not last long, so we'll need to move quickly to reach the archdemon.
I suggest taking Alistair and no more than two others with you into the city.
Anyone you don't bring with you can remain here to prevent more darkspawn from entering Denerim on our tails.
I suggest taking Loghain and no more than two others with you into the city.
Anyone you don't bring with you can remain here to prevent more darkspawn from entering Denerim on our tails.
I need to go in separately.
If we're together, the archdemon will sense us before we're ready.
A large group is only going to draw attention.
And I think I know what we need to do.
We're going to need to reach a high point in the city...
I'm thinking the top of Fort Drakon might work.
The top of...?
You want to draw the dragon's attention?
You want to draw the dragon's attention, I take it.
We have little choice, though I warn you that as soon as we engage the beast it will call all its generals to help it.
I can sense two generals in Denerim.
You may wish to seek them out before going to Fort Drakon.
Neither of them are near Fort Drakon currently, but there are too many darkspawn here to tell you more.
I will be clearing a path to the archdemon.
With any luck I will find it before you do.
Heh, aren't they all?
Nothing you have done has prepared you for what you face now.
May the Maker watch over you.
How are we going to fight a flying dragon?
You're not coming with me?
Why so small a group?
Any suggestions?
Do you know where these generals are?
And what will you be doing?
This seems like a very risky plan.
I'm ready.
I'm sure that if we did slay those generals, it would stop the darkspawn in the city from doing a lot of harm!
A wise suggestion.
Slaying those generals will throw chaos into the darkspawn ranks and perhaps save some lives.
If they're going to help the archdemon, I guess that would be best.
Besides, killing those generals will save innocent lives.
That may be wise.
Not to mention that slaying these generals will help many innocent folk still in Denerim.
It may also waste resources trying to find them.
The decision is up to you.
There are already several units of our allies within the city by now.
They may be able to come to your assistance if you call them, but their strength will be limited.
Beware!
A large group of darkspawn have broken away from the battle!
They're charging this way!
They'll be here any minute!
They're preparing another charge!
Fight to the last, men!
A timely intervention!
Surely you were sent by the Maker!
Help me!
Have mercy!
Someone help us!
We've got to get out of here!
Have mercy!
Please save me!
They're breaking through!
Run, all of you!
Run for your lives!
There is a large group of darkspawn approaching and the gates won't hold!
We need your help!
Then we will stand with you!
This is our home and we're not going to let it fall!
We're with you!
Y-you!
It's you!
The Maker sure gave you the gift of good timing, didn't He?
Just get out of my way!
I need you to fight with me!
I'll handle this!
Get yourselves to safety!
Fight?
B-but we have no armor, and only simple weapons!
We'll be slaughtered!
No!
This is my home as much as it is yours!
If you're going to fight, then I will too!
We did it!
I...I didn't think it was possible!
You've given us a chance to get to safety.
We will never be able to thank you enough.
Please take this.
I pray it helps you in your coming battles.
We have to go.
May the Maker watch over you.
We fight with you!
Until the end!
I say we fight!
Yes, if we can hold them back, it'll give others a chance to escape.
No!
No, you ask too much!
The stranger is right!
We have to do something!
Easy for you to say, dwarf!
Easy for you to say, human!
Do you want to come with us?
We could try--
A-all right!
I only hope there is time to--
Tell us what to do, and we'll fight for as long as we can.
You can fight like elves or die helpless.
Your choice.
This is your home!
Protect your families!
You're right.
Go for safety, while you can.
Then get out of my way, cowards!
You did it!
Thank the Maker you came!
We are ready for them!
Which one?
To an area.
To the forest clearing.
To the dalish camp.
To a plot point.
Did you see those noble hunters?
Shameful!
My lady.
It is good to see you.
You are a treasure of House Aeducan, my lady.
We are honored by your presence, Lady Aeducan.
They're fighting the Provings in your honor, my lady.
How romantic.
You wear a sword better than I ever could, my lady.
My lord.
It is good to see you.
Looks like the noble hunters are out in force, my lord.
Good luck tomorrow, my lord.
You honor us with your presence, Lord Aeducan.
Has my lord gone to see the Provings yet?
Prince Trian is so handsome!
The darkspawn will surely run in fear from you, my lord.
Hold them back!
Don't let a single one through!
Give the Teyrn time to escape!
On your guard!
Why are they doing this?!
There are more of them!
We are lost!
Run, my lady!
While you can!
Run, my lord!
While you can!
Send the mangy thing away and let us be off!
<desc>Excited barking!</desc>
No, you can't come, I'm sorry.
I'm not your master.
Go away.
I remember you, boy.
Come along, now.
You're useful in a fight.
You can come with me.
I don't have time for a dog.
Leave me alone.
Does this mean we're going to have this mangy beast following us about now?
Wonderful.
He doesn't seem to want to go.
He's not mangy!
Then they can take a message to Loghain.
Then make him go!
Or I will!
Good.
We get enough ticks and fleas from Alistair.
You can't mean to have him follow us?
<desc>Gags</desc>
Don't be cruel.
I think I'm going to take him with me.
Fine, go ahead.
I'm not sending him away.
He might be attacked by darkspawn.
Why not?
He's useful in a fight.
Why do you hate puppies?
Look at him.
Isn't he cute?
I suppose he's more trouble than he's worth.
Shoo!
I don't have time for you.
Are you breathing smoke?
You're leaving without grabbing the lyrium?
Wait a second.
You forgot the stuff, didn't you?
I must say that traveling with you has opened my eyes to how wrong some are about the Dalish.
You are not at all savage.
And I've not seen you snatch away women and children without provocation.
Did you always live in an alienage?
Was it very terrible?
Are you trying to be funny?
Disappointed, are you?
Stick around a bit longer and maybe that will change.
My people are often misunderstood.
We're used to it.
Funny?
No, people actually do believe such things of you.
If my people were more open to interacting with yours, we could do away with such misperceptions.
No, of course not!
I am just saying that many believe such awful things about the Dalish.
Is that a joke, or a threat?
This attitude isn't going to make humans more sympathetic of the Dalish.
I know humans and elves do not share a happy history, but peace must be possible.
I hear many city folk talk about how wonderful it must be to live simpler lives, close to the earth.
They could learn from the Dalish.
I...
I'm sorry.
I did not mean it like that.
I wasn't trying to belittle your culture.
I have met very few elves and those that I have met were... pledged to the service of Orlesian nobles.
It's not that easy.
You assume we want to interact with you?
Do you think us a quaint curiosity meant for study?
We do live quite close to the earth.
Your city folk are very naive, and so are you.
There are closed-minded individuals on both sides.
The last time that happened, it didn't end well.
<emp>Unite Ferelden</emp>
You have gathered your army, and the Landsmeet will soon be called.
You have joined Arl Eamon in Denerim for the Landsmeet.
<emp>Head to Redcliffe to prepare your army</emp>
You have gathered your allies.
Now it is time to head to Redcliffe, where your army assembles.
It seems the darkspawn are heading that way and are poised to attack there.
The Final Battle
What do you want to do in the climax?
Set all wide open world plots to be done (so climax is clear to trigger)
Start climax by jumping directly to Redcliffe Castle
Nothing
They are serfs.
There is no slavery in Orlais.
Elven servants are well-compensated for their services.
Some of them live richer lives than humans.
A well-trained elven servant is highly valued in Orlais.
They are nimble and dextrous and many people find them pleasing to look at.
Slaves.
It's the same thing.
Like a prize-winning animal?
So I should offer myself to some Orlesian noble?
Enough.
I have no wish to continue this conversation.
It is still a life I would never choose.
I could never live like that.
<desc>Sigh</desc> My words were clumsily chosen.
I did not mean to offend.
I--ugh...
I am sorry.
No, I did not mean it that way!
I... am sorry.
I have offended and I did not mean to do so.
I am elven, but more than that--I am a person.
Of course.
I am sorry if I implied otherwise.
Thank you.
You have given me a lot to think about.
I...
I did not realize that.
It is so strange, how long-held beliefs just seem natural and... right.
Like there is no other way to feel.
You may not be cruel, but you still see us differently.
How marvelous that must be!
I have never been to the Denerim Alienage but I hear that life is hard and... there is so much squalor...
That is good to hear.
Sometimes.
I had my family.
There was joy there too.
In Orlais most elven servants live in the homes of their masters, often in great wealth and luxury.
I've known elven servants with servants of their own.
Yes, but some humans are treated cruelly too.
It is not just elves.
I'd rather live free in squalor than be a slave.
I did not know that.
And I bet some are treated cruelly, like dogs.
I can't help what I believe...
I-I...
I've never been one to follow the Maker's instructions.
Now be off with you.
I feel some gas coming on.
233568 	:  233598 	: The Maker wants His children to be happy.
Would He have created in us the capacity for love if He did not intend for us to find it?
Yes, that gloriously rich and decadent emotion that one finds oneself hopelessly stuck in.
Much like caramel pudding.
Well, you know Orlesians and their curious entertainments.
It's much nicer than mud.
So the Maker's a divine matchmaker now?
Love?
You've been stuck in caramel pudding, I gather?
Then I thank the Maker for bringing us together.
Why thank you, dear.
Mmm... pudding...
That's a very strange, though apt, description.
Or maybe <emp>I</emp> did something right.
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<desc>He makes soft huffing noises while he sleeps.</desc>
<desc>He comes to, shakes his head, and barks happily at you.</desc>
<desc>Yelps</desc>
Aww, cute puppy is sleeping!
<act>Shake <DogName/> awake.</act>
<act>Drag <DogName/> away from his sleeping area.</act>
Wake up, you lazy mutt!
<act>Kick <DogName/>.</act>
<act>Leave <DogName/> alone for now.</act>
...and I expect each of you to supply these men.
We must rebuild what was lost at Ostagar, and quickly.
There are those who would take advantage of our weakened state if we let them.
We must defeat this darkspawn incursion, but we must do so sensibly and without hesitation.
Your lordship, if I might speak?
You have declared yourself Queen Anora's regent, and claim we must unite under your banner for our own good.
But what of the army lost at Ostagar?
Your withdrawal was most... fortuitous.
Everything I have done has been to secure Ferelden's independence.
I have not shirked my duty to the throne, and neither will any of you!
The Bannorn will not bow to you simply because you demand it!
Understand this: I will brook no threat to this nation... from you or anyone!
Bann Teagan, please!
Your Majesty.
Your father risks civil war.
If Eamon were here...
Bann Teagan, my father is doing what is best.
Did he also do what was best for your husband, your Majesty?
Ah, yes, talk of the Maker is hardly romantic, is it?
Oh, I have tales of pudding like you would not believe... perhaps we could retire to my tent and I could regale you?
Let's not ruin the mood with a philosophical discussion.
Come here, and no arguing this time.
I bring word, sire.
There are demands from the Bannorn that you step down from the regency.
They are said to be gathering their forces.
As are your allies.
It appears it will be civil war after all, despite the darkspawn.
Pity.
I also have an interesting report.
There seem to be Grey Wardens who survived Ostagar.
How I don't know, but they will act against you.
I have arranged for a... solution, with your leave.
The Antivan Crows send their regards.
An assassin?
Against Grey Wardens we will need the very best, sire.
And the most expensive.
Just get it done.
Redcliffe Castle - Upper Floor
Well, I'm not going to say no to sharing of blessings.
Second Floor
Sire?
I have more news.
Err... yes.
Well, it seems that the fighting has gone exactly as you--
Enough.
I would like to know what you intend to accomplish, Father.
Should we not be fighting the darkspawn instead of each other?
The nobility shall be brought into line, and then the darkspawn defeated.
This is no true Blight, Anora.
Only Cailan's vanity demanded it be so.
Beg pardon, sire, but Blight or no, we may not have the manpower to face the darkspawn soon.
Cailan approached the Orlesians for support, did he not?
Never!
Maric and I drove those bastards out!
We will not roll out the welcome for them now!
We need help, Father!
We cannot deal with this crisis alone!
Ferelden will stand on its own!
I will lead it through this, Anora!
You must have faith in me!
Did you kill Cailan?
Cailan's death was his own doing.
Good.
Now come with me, before I lose my patience.
You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?
Only if talk of pudding is just the start.
I know you don't want to do this anyway, so let me.
I'll take the final blow and kill it.
I do want to be king.
I didn't, but now I do.
And I want to be a good king.
Anora can rule.
I never cared about becoming king, you know that.
And this right here is the best king I could be, my first and last act being to stop the Blight before it really starts.
No one could blame me for that, could they?
I know.
But did you really think I'd just let you do this?
Maybe it is.
But it's a good one.
It's worth a decent song or two, even.
Maybe.
But we both know Anora would be better.
Loghain needed to pay for his crimes, but she shouldn't.
And neither should Ferelden.
Really?
Because I think I would be a piss-poor king.
I don't know the first thing about it.
Was it just to put me on the throne?
Let's face it, I was convenient to take down Loghain, but what this country will need is a wise ruler.
They don't want me to be king any more than I do.
Not <emp>really</emp>.
And that's not the only reason.
You know how I feel about you.
I won't let you die, not if I can do something about it.
I was an idiot, of course.
I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.
You say that as if I'm giving you a choice.
Sanest thing I've ever done.
You'd better not.
And that's not the only reason.
You know how I feel about you.
I would be dead if you hadn't saved my life a dozen times over by now.
So let me save yours just this once.
Not to mention that you're the best friend I could ever have asked for.
Not to mention that you're a friend.
We've fought back-to-back since Ostagar and you've saved my life a dozen times over.
I'd gladly return the favor, if you'll let me.
So you needn't feel guilty about letting me do this.
I want to do it.
It's not for you.
This is my duty, as the king of Ferelden.
I didn't want to be king, but you convinced me I should be.
And I want to be a good king.
You know why.
I didn't want to become king, but now I am.
This is my duty.
You're surprised?
I know how I feel about you.
I won't let you die, not when I can do something about it.
I would sacrifice myself for Ferelden.
If I'm going to be king, I want to be a good king.
But I got one up on you.
I'm not just a Grey Warden, I'm the king.
And I want to be a good king.
Why not?
This is my duty.
If I'm going to be a king, I want to be a good king.
No.
Yes.
Yes, I probably am.
I want to do this.
Knew me that well, did you?
It figures.
I was an idiot to let you go.
At least this way I can do something right.
Don't forget about me.
You know how I feel about you.
I'm glad we had the time we did.
Don't... forget about me.
Good.
Then there's no need to argue about it, is there?
I know you said to Riordan that you would take the final blow, but let me.
This is my duty.
Of course I'm certain.
You didn't really think I'd let you kill yourself, did you?
Yes.
I haven't been certain about much in my life, but about this I am.
Thank you.
For everything.
You're a better friend than I could have asked for.
Maker watch over you.
It's been good fighting at your side.
Maker watch over you.
Tell Anora that she gets all the fun, now.
And good luck.
Let me.
There's no need for you to die.
This is my duty, I should be the one to kill it.
What I want is to stay with you.
But I don't get that either way, so this... this works better.
And what about becoming king?
That's not the only reason and you know it.
That sounds like the coward's way out.
I think you would be a good king, Alistair.
After all that effort to put you on the throne?
I thought you had a duty to your future queen?
No.
I won't let you die either, Alistair.
Wait, this is crazy!
Then do it.
I won't forget you.
No.
You need to become king, Alistair.
And you're going to.
I can't let you do it.
I'm sorry.
Thank you, Alistair.
I won't forget you.
If that's what you really want to do, then I won't stop you.
Be my guest.
I certainly don't want to die.
No, they probably couldn't.
We're not friends, Alistair.
Why sacrifice yourself?
Why would you sacrifice yourself, Alistair?
You would sacrifice yourself for me?
Are you certain about this?
I love you, Alistair.
I won't.
Wait, I can't let you do this...
Archdemon's that way.
Well, if you're certain...
If that's what you want, go ahead.
There you are.
Let's go see what Riordan has to say.
<emp>Speak with Riordan</emp>
You have gathered your armies, and it is time to lead them against the greatest threat that Ferelden has seen in centuries.
The archdemon and the darkspawn have reached Denerim, and it will fall to the Blight unless you do something about it.
You must speak to the Grey Warden Riordan before you retire for the night.
Tomorrow, you will march to Denerim.
<emp>Save Denerim</emp>
You have gathered your armies, and it is time to lead them against the greatest threat that Ferelden has seen in centuries.
The archdemon must be defeated.
However, Riordan has revealed to you that the Grey Warden who delivers the killing blow to the archdemon will perish as well.
As the tainted essence of the Old God passes through the Grey Warden, it is destroyed, along with the Grey Warden's soul.
Riordan has volunteered to make the final blow.
If he fails, the task falls to you.
I see you can't sleep, either.
I also saw Morrigan outside your room earlier, and the look she gave me... that was icy even for her.
Is something up?
Oh.
I guess whatever Morrigan had to say, it's big.
This is what I get for becoming king.
Everyone always brings you the bad news.
So what is it, then?
Rats running amok?
Cheese supplies run low?
I can take it.
Could you make it sound more ominous?
Tell me, already.
I...
I had wondered if that was still so, after... why are you telling me this?
Why are you being so ominous?
I do, and I feel the same.
But... why tell me now?
Why so ominous all of a sudden?
Friends?
I owe you everything, even if you did go and make me king.
Why?
Why so ominous?
Yes, of course.
Why so ominous all of a sudden?
That's not the best way to start a conversation, but... all right.
We've been through enough together I'll at least hear you out.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Cute.
This is payback, right?
For all the jokes?
But... you're not joking.
You're actually serious.
Wow, be killed by the archdemon or sleep with Morrigan.
How does someone make that kind of choice?
You're not actually asking me this, are you?
What kind of ritual is this, anyway?
Well that's reassuring.
Wait, no it isn't.
?!
I...
I must be hearing things, but are you telling me to <emp>impregnate</emp> Morrigan in some kind of magical sex rite?!
This... child... why would Morrigan want such a thing?
Does she want an heir to the throne?
Why am I not surprised?
Oh.
Well that's so much <emp>better</emp>, don't you think?
Here I was worried about creating another bastard heir and I didn't even <emp>consider</emp> that it might also be some dragon... god... whatever!
Right until it marches up with an army to claim the throne, I'm sure.
Now <emp>there's</emp> a conversation I'm looking forward to.
Who are you talking to?
Of course it changes things.
What if this is blood magic?
I bet it's blood magic, isn't it!
Look, even if I was willing to entertain this idea... and I'm not saying I am... is this really what you want me to do?
Are you sure...?
I do trust you.
If this is what you think is best...
I'll do it.
Trust you?
I... this is too much, I can't just...
All right.
I do trust you.
I'll do it.
Trust you?
I...
Very well.
I do trust you.
Then... all right.
I trust you.
I'll...
I'll do it.
<desc>Groans</desc> Where is she?
Let's go and get this over with before I... change my mind.
No, I can't...
I can't do it.
You can't ask me to do this, not like this.
Thank the Maker.
You can't imagine how relieved I am to hear you say that!
Look, even if I was willing to do this... and I'm not saying I am... do you really think this is a good idea?
You're my friend, but we're talking about Morrigan...
I... suppose not.
Not that the idea of sleeping with your woman exactly thrills me, either, now that you mention it...
Look, even if I was willing to do this... and I'm not saying I am... are you suggesting we trust Morrigan?
I don't know...
I suppose not, though the fact that you're willing to send me off to sleep with your... with her... doesn't exactly thrill me.
Agree?
Just like that?
No, I won't do that.
You're the one who said I needed a spine.
So now I have one.
And I'm not going to just do this without a better reason.
Just agree.
All right.
I probably shouldn't, but... what's the alternative?
We could all be dead tomorrow anyway, right?
Just agree?
Just like that?
No.
Not based on what you've told me.
I can't.
Oh, great.
Of all the times to regret being a <emp>man</emp>.
Look, just because I have the proper... just because I can... look, that doesn't make this a good idea!
<desc>Sigh</desc> So that's how it's going to be, is it?
I suppose I'll just have to live with the fact that you have me wrapped completely around your finger.
All right.
I give up.
I'll do it.
<desc>Sigh</desc> You know what?
You're right.
If this does what you say it will...
I agree.
I'll do it.
High enough.
You have met her before, right?
Ah.
So that's what all this is about, is it?
Well thank you for finally telling me.
I... all right.
If it will save your life or Riordan's, then I'll do it.
Maker help me, but I'll do it.
The answer is still no.
If it comes to that, I will gladly die to end the Blight if you won't.
I don't know why Morrigan thought I would actually agree to this, or why she thought she had to send you, but it isn't going to happen.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I...
I'm going to get some sleep now.
We are <emp>done</emp> talking about this.
We don't know what will happen tomorrow.
Riordan could end it.
Or both of us could die before we even get close.
But if it... could possibly spare you, or Riordan, then all right.
Against my better judgment, I'll agree to this thing.
You made me king, that's true.
There was a time when I didn't want that, but I've changed.
I suppose I owe you for that.
So have it your way.
I'll do what you're asking.
Yes, I guess you have done a lot for me.
You also made me king, as I recall.
What have you done for me?
Made me king, that's what.
It is.
I'm sorry, but it is.
I honestly can't believe you thought I would agree.
<desc>Laughs</desc> That's pretty funny.
All right, now tell me what's really going on.
You're... not joking.
You're actually serious.
What... sort of magic calls for sex with Morrigan?
What's this ritual supposed to do?
Ah.
Yes, I can see how that... might be important.
But how does Morrigan even know how to even do such a thing?
What kind of ritual is this, anyway?
That's not fair.
Of course I want that!
Is... that what it does?
It will protect you?
Well... yes, I suppose I do, sure.
Is that what the ritual does?
It protects you?
I sleep with the marsh witch and your life is saved?
That seems hardly fair.
Not that I want you dead or anything, but this is a bit much to ask.
I just don't understand how this is supposed to work.
How does Morrigan know this ritual?
What kind of ritual are we talking about?
I see.
That's got to be the strangest thing you've ever asked me to do.
And blindly, too?
So...
I'm just supposed to go and have sex?
No questions asked?
Even ignoring that I'm going to be king, that's...
That's... a little vague.
Oh?
Something Morrigan cooked up, no doubt.
What do you need me to do?
<desc>Laughs</desc> All right, that's pretty funny.
Nice way to cut the tension.
So what's really up?
Oh.
You're serious.
I... er... what's this ritual supposed to do, exactly?
You mean with the archdemon, right?
Well, I already said that I'll take the blow if Riordan can't.
So you don't need to worry about it.
Is that what you wanted?
What is this about?
If you mean running away, I can't do that.
But you don't mean that, do you?
What is this about?
Just spit it out.
You're making me nervous already.
Not really.
All these men look at me and...
I see it in their eyes: I'm their king.
Suddenly it feels so real.
But now you're changing the subject.
This isn't about me, this is about Morrigan.
I'm tired but I'm not stupid.
What did she want?
Are you sure?
You haven't even said what this is about, yet.
All right.
Have it your way, I guess.
I'm going to get some sleep, or try to. <desc>Yawns</desc> Wake me if the castle falls... or whatever...
Alistair, we need to talk.
I love you.
You know that, right?
I care for you.
You know that, right?
You and I are friends, right?
I know we aren't friends, but I need you to trust me.
You need to sleep with Morrigan.
As part of a magic ritual.
It's some kind of ancient magic.
Flemeth's, probably.
I won't lie to you.
It will produce a child.
I think she wants to make some kind of Old God.
All she said is that you will never see it.
Why don't you ask her yourself?
Magic is magic.
That doesn't change anything.
You need to trust me.
You're right.
I can't ask you to do this.
We don't have time to go over this.
Just agree.
Do you think I would ask you to do this if I wasn't sure?
I'm sure this is the right thing to do.
I would do it myself if I could!
If you loved me, you would do this.
It's important.
Surely sleeping with Morrigan isn't so high a price.
And if I said it will save whoever kills the archdemon?
Do you really want to risk dying tomorrow?
You would refuse after everything I've done for you?
Fine.
Have it your way, if that's how you want it.
I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have asked.
It will save whoever has to kill the archdemon.
It will save my life.
You want that, don't you?
I need you to take part in a magic ritual.
You need to sleep with her.
Your wildest dreams come true: sex with Morrigan.
I'm completely serious.
It's part of a ritual.
I can't do this.
I need to go.
Forget I said anything.
I should go.
I'm not sure I can do this.
No.
I've changed my mind.
You can't sleep?
Are you all right?
She brought some important news.
Yes, she told me something very important.
You're right.
We need to talk.
Yes, forget I said anything.
<emp>Talk to Alistair about Morrigan's ritual</emp>
Morrigan has asked that you convince Alistair to lie with her tonight, to conceive a child that will become a vessel for the essence of an Old God.
You have agreed to perform the ritual with Morrigan.
Tonight, you will join with her to conceive a child that will become a vessel for the essence of an Old God.
Archdemon
<emp>Inform Morrigan of Alistair's consent</emp>
You have convinced Alistair to perform the ritual with Morrigan.
Tonight, he will join with her, to conceive a child that will become a vessel for the essence of an Old God.
Morrigan will be pleased to hear of this.
Away!
Away with you!
I shall have no more of your pestering!
I am your mother... do you not love me?
You are as much my mother as my little finger, right here, is the queen of Ferelden.
I know you, fade spirit, you cannot fool me.
Are you more clever than your own dear mother?
Surely such pride must be punished!
There!
That is for not showing respect!
That is far more like it, but it is too little too late, spirit.
'Tis you at last!
Come and rid me of this vexatious spirit!
I weary of being prodded!
'Tis not plain to see?
We are in the Fade and this is a fade spirit... and not my mother, despite its constant assertations.
She doesn't even acknowledge her own mother!
My heart, it breaks!
Oh, slay it, and quickly!
Even the true Flemeth was never as annoying as this!
You ask me?
It cannot even read my mind well enough to form a decent copy!
Yet it hounds me still!
Good, kill it, and then we can be off.
You know that's a spirit?
Why is she prodding you?
All right, I'm coming.
Did you... did you see that?
They're not people.
That's not right.
Not right.
Would you mind terribly if I throw up?
The Fade?
That's your dream place, isn't it?
I've heard of it.
It's unnatural for a dwarf to be here.
Stone protect me... what's going on?
I don't feel right.
Demon...?
You mean, something set all that up?
Just to tick me off?
Well, it worked.
Point me at him.
Someone is going to pay dearly for this headache.
Oh, yes, they'll pay.
If I collapse, I'll make sure it's over there.
Now let's go.
Ah, the Tapsters.
I don't know why, but it feels like I haven't been here in ages.
It's like coming home.
Pull up a seat and join me for a drink.
It's the year's-end celebration--two bits off the lichen-ale.
Ugh.
Let's find another table.
I don't want to sit near a fat, smelly Oghren!
I don't smell funny, you little fart!
And this is all muscle!
Muscle!
He's a disgrace to his caste and the good Paragon Branka, ancestors keep her.
They've been after me all day.
Can't even vomit in the privy anymore without someone saying something.
I'm used to it.
Ha!
A warrior forbidden to carry weapons--what a laugh!
Who do you fight now, Oghren?
Baby nugs?
I hear he arms himself with a tankard, sloshes his ale to show he's mad.
You think I'm gonna let--
Oh, no, Oghren, don't get me wet!
I don't think I could stand up to your splashings!
What can I do?
A clobbering, aye?
Maybe I could do that.
Show them Oghren's still got it in him...
Ah, it's not worth it.
I've got my tankard--you can do the defending my honor part, if you like.
Oh, ho... he has someone to defend him.
What say we teach the newcomer a lesson, and then move on to the worthless sod himself?
Way ahead of you...
Talent.
Focus!
You're in the Fade, don't believe what you see!
It's the demon's doing.
I'm going after him.
You with me?
It should wear off eventually.
Let's go.
You're not going to collapse on me, are you?
It's the Fade playing tricks with your mind.
This is just the Fade.
It's a dream.
Don't worry.
Oghren?
And yet you stay here?
You shouldn't put up with this.
Be a warrior.
Show them who you are.
You don't have to do anything.
I'll do it for you.
Do something!
Why are you just sitting there?
I'm not letting them speak to you like that.
Why do you tolerate it?
And the ale helps drown out their voices?
Oh, get off your ass, you drunk.
How do you manage to find ale no matter where you go?
Maker forgive me.
I failed them all.
They died and I did not stop it.
Death.
Can you not see it?
It's all around us.
Why was I spared, if not to help them?
What use is my life now that I have failed in the task that was given me?
Leave me to my grief.
I shall bury their bones, scatter their ashes to the four winds, and mourn their passing till I too am dead.
Your blatant disregard for the souls of the dead strikes me as being utterly inappropriate.
I do not know what you are trying to tell me.
Why must you make this more painful?
And where were you when this happened?
I trusted you as an ally and you were nowhere to be found.
I do not know what this will accomplish, but I will do this, if it will satisfy you.
What sort of proof?
We were entering into the tower... and then I remember that there was all this death about me.
There was no sign of you, none at all.
It was just me and... all this.
I...
I don't remember anything of them dying.
I just know they are dead.
Why... why wouldn't I remember them dying?
Something in your speech rings true, but it feels as though my mind is... clouded over.
Perhaps some time away from this place will help me think clearly.
Don't leave us, Wynne.
We don't want to be alone.
Holy Maker!
Stay away, foul creature!
Stay, Wynne.
Sleep soundly in the comforting embrace of the earth.
Do not fight it.
You belong here, with us.
N-no.
Not yet.
My task is not yet done... it is not time yet.
Come... come away to your rest...
The Fade?
I... have not considered that.
I have always had an affinity for the Fade, and I would assume I would be able to recognize it.
It is... difficult... to focus.
It feels as though something is... stopping me from concentrating.
I have never had so much trouble...
You do not know me.
You have no right to make such judgments.
How can I disbelieve what I see, what I hear and smell and feel?
What about all this?
How can you say that when you are faced with this?
What's all this?
I can see it, I just don't believe it.
This is getting rather morbid.
Please think about what you're doing here and why.
I am the only thing that's real.
Ignore everything else.
Isn't that proof enough that something isn't right?
Do you remember anything that came before this?
Because they didn't.
Being away from here should make you feel better.
I told you this wasn't real.
More demons to kill, it seems.
You have to defeat them to leave.
Great.
All that weeping was rather irritating.
It's just a dream.
It doesn't have to make sense.
It is a trick, designed to keep you here in your misery.
Think back.
Do you recall when I abandoned you to this?
I promised you help, yet here you are alone.
Can't you tell this is the Fade?
Aren't you a mage?
They're not dead yet.
This is a trick.
To fall apart so easily just does not seem like you.
I'm saying it for your own good.
This is part of the Fade.
You have to fight this feeling, whatever it is.
I'm finding it hard to feel sympathy for demons.
You're in the Fade.
This is a dream.
Pull yourself together or it will be worse for all of us.
Don't believe it, Wynne.
But they're not dead yet.
The Circle can still be saved.
I think I saw him flinch that time.
Maybe.
We'll make you scream yet, apprentice.
We're not going to go easy on you, trust me.
<desc>Groans</desc> No...
I wouldn't... want you to hold back.
I'd be disappointed if you... did.
This one has spirit.
It's a shame we have to break him.
What... what are you doing here?
You're not supposed to be... here...
I can't...
I need to stay strong.
This is my test.
I am going to be a Crow...
I need to show them I can tolerate... pain.
What?
That cannot be, and yet... you speak the truth?
I can feel it.
Is this nothing but a bad dream?
A bad memory?
Oh, I think he's questioning us.
That's a very, very bad thing to do, isn't it?
Yes, it is.
Yes... he will be punished for that.
Severely punished.
Zevran!
Are you all right?
Snap out of it.
This is a dream.
But you're already an Antivan Crow!
Don't you remember the Circle?
The demon?
This isn't real!
You don't have to.
They're demons, can't you see that?
I need you to help me fight these demons.
What are you talking about?
I'm here to help you.
I demand you let him go this minute.
I'll not have you threaten a friend of mine.
Which plot?
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However, he seems to have disappeared again.
With any luck, he's already made his way out of the Fade.
<emp>Free Alistair</emp>
Alistair is somewhere in the Fade.
Lost in the Fade: Alistair
You have located your dog and freed him.
However, he appears to have run off again.
Hopefully he's already made his way out of the Fade.
<emp>Free <DogName/></emp>
Your dog is lost somewhere in the Fade.
Lost in the Fade: The Mabari
You have freed Leliana from her dream of being back in the cloister.
However, she seems to have gone on without you.
<emp>Free Leliana</emp>
Leliana is somewhere in the Fade.
Lost in the Fade: Leliana
You found Loghain, lost in a dream.
You freed him but then lost him again.
It's possible he's already left the Fade.
<emp>Free Loghain</emp>
Loghain is somewhere in the Fade.
Lost in the Fade: Loghain
<emp>Free Morrigan</emp>
Morrigan is somewhere in the Fade.
Lost in the Fade: Morrigan
<emp>Free Oghren</emp>
Oghren is somewhere in the Fade.
You saved Oghren from the ridicule of his own people, really demons in disguise.
After thanking you, Oghren wandered off complaining of a headache.
Is it possible for a dwarf to be drunk in the Fade?
Lost in the Fade: Oghren
You freed Shale.
Shale, being Shale, appears to have left you, again.
Perhaps you will meet in another part of the Fade.
<emp>Free Shale</emp>
Shale is somewhere in the Fade.
Lost in the Fade: Shale
<emp>Free Sten</emp>
Sten is somewhere in the Fade.
Lost in the Fade: Sten
<emp>Free Wynne</emp>
Wynne is somewhere in the Fade.
Lost in the Fade: Wynne
<emp>Free Zevran</emp>
Zevran is somewhere in the Fade.
Lost in the Fade: Zevran
G-Goldanna?
I can't believe it.
How did I not see this earlier?
Yes... uh, well.
Try not to tell everyone how easily fooled I was.
I do love pie.
I can't wait.
Hey!
It's great to see you again.
I was just thinking about you... isn't that a marvelous coincidence?
You remember Goldanna, of course?
These are her children, and there's more about somewhere.
We're one big happy family, at long last!
Oh, that's what everyone says about their relatives, but I've never been happier.
I'm overjoyed to have my little brother back.
I'll never let him out of my sight again!
I'm allowed to change my mind, aren't I?
He is my family, after all.
Well, Alistair, is your friend staying for supper?
Say you'll stay.
Goldanna's a great cook.
Maybe she'll make her mince pie.
You can, can't you?
Of course, dear brother.
Anything for you.
You're acting really strangely.
All right, if it makes you happy.
I... it's a little fuzzy, that's strange...
Alistair, come and have some tea.
No... wait....
I remember a... tower.
The Circle... it was under attack.... there were demons.
That's all I really remember.
A-are you saying... this is a-a dream?
But it's so real...
Of course it's real!
Now wash up before supper and I--
Something doesn't feel quite right here.
I... think I have to go.
No!
He is ours, and I'd rather see him dead than free!
She is... but she isn't.
I don't feel like thinking right now.
I was never very good at that, anyway.
I think your odd behavior is brought on by hunger.
Now come and have some pie.
I promise you'll feel better.
Sometimes I just don't understand you.
I'll be here then, if you ever want to visit.
Huh.
I'm not sure how to react to that, so I just won't.
People can change, can't they?
You'll want to settle down somewhere quiet too, Grey Warden or no.
How can you say that about Goldanna?
She's... she's the soul of goodness!
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Me?
No...
I'd make a terrible king!
Don't be silly.
There's nothing wrong with living with my sister.
I've never had a real family, before.
I... don't think I'll be coming.
I don't want to spend my life fighting, only to end up dead in a pit along with rotting darkspawn corpses.
I am.
I'm happier than I've been my entire life.
Isn't that strange?
I thought being a Grey Warden would make me happy, but it didn't.
This does.
This is my sister, Goldanna.
You're in the Fade, which isn't like the real world.
The demon probably did something to your head.
I don't know.
Maybe you're just not that intelligent.
They're demons, you know.
But Goldanna wants nothing to do with you, remember?
I can't stay and you shouldn't either, Alistair.
Think about this and how you got here.
Think carefully.
That's because that's all that happened.
Come with me then.
She isn't really your sister.
Yes, we've wasted enough time here.
The sloth demon, do you remember that?
That's when we got trapped in the Fade, where we are now.
I'll find some way to free you, Alistair.
Wait here.
I'll be back.
No, I'd rather not.
I'm trying to save you, you stupid oaf!
This isn't you.
You weren't made for a quiet family life.
We have to get you away from her before this gets worse.
She's just a demon in disguise.
Don't believe any of this.
Alistair, you're the king.
You can't stay here.
This is starting to get a little creepy.
You live with your sister?
May I borrow him for a second?
We have business elsewhere.
Get away from them, Alistair.
This is a trick.
You seem very... content.
Qunari Soldier
Who do you want to be in your party, Alistair or Loghain?
Should Morrigan be in the party when the climax starts?
Yes - she is still with the party
No - the player kicked her out of the party
<emp>Seek out Arl Eamon</emp>
Alistair thinks that you should seek the help of Eamon Guerrin, the arl of Redcliffe.
Arl Eamon is a highly respected noble and has a great deal of influence in the Landsmeet.
Alistair believes that he will certainly aid you, once he learns about Loghain's betrayal.
The Arl of Redcliffe
Let us see what this Riordan has to say.
So it is done.
You said before that you did not wish to take the final blow.
So allow me.
This is, after all, what I'm here for, no?
Come, let's not fool each other.
My joining the Grey Wardens was a death sentence.
If I survived the Joining, it seems only fitting that it can be because I was destined to perish here.
Do you think I will be remembered as a hero?
I'm not so certain.
If I can die a hero in the service of Ferelden, then I do so gladly.
Nothing about what I've done has been easy.
But I have much to atone for, and if my death can serve some purpose here, then I would greet it gladly.
I would have expected you to kill me for what I did to you and you didn't.
You have proven... a friend.
I thought all along that only <emp>I</emp> could save Ferelden, but it was <emp>you</emp>.
Please, I have done... so much wrong.
Allow me to do one last thing right.
I would have expected you to kill me for what I did to you, and yet you did not.
We've fought together, but we're not friends... nor should we be.
Allowing me to take this blow in your stead should cause you no remorse.
There's no love lost between us, and no reason for my death to cause you remorse.
Allow me one last act to make up for what I have done.
Perhaps, but why should you be the one to die?
You're the reason this creature lies defeated, not I.
Why not?
After all that I've done, I would think there'd be no argument from you or anyone.
Good, I was hoping that there would be no argument.
I salute you.
The Grey Wardens could not have chosen finer.
Would that I had been wise enough to realize that sooner.
I salute you.
You have defeated the Blight before it could truly begin.
My only regret is that my foolishness almost prevented you from doing so.
I do my duty now as I always have: with all my heart.
There's no need for you to take the final blow.
Allow me.
Isn't this why I'm here?
I'm surprised you're still awake.
I was also surprised to see the marsh witch outside your room, earlier, glowering quite intensely even for she.
Is something amiss?
And it involves me in some capacity?
That is... an odd way to begin.
Very well, you have my attention.
As strange as it may seem, I would agree with that assessment.
I owe you a great deal, though I would never have foreseen this coming to pass.
Had someone asked me not weeks ago, I would have said such a thing to be patently impossible.
But as events have proven to me, life is anything but predictable.
I follow you because I'm bound to your service, and that is all.
If you have something to tell me of, then do so.
I don't care for the sound of that.
What are we talking about, exactly?
I see.
I would ask if you were joking, but of course you're not, are you?
I should never underestimate your capacity to do the unexpected, but this seems a stretch even for you.
So, you intend to save us from the archdemon through... this ritual.
What kind of magic demands such an act?
The abomination of legend.
This is the source of the ritual? <desc>Scoffs</desc> How charming.
A child.
With me as the father and the marsh witch as the mother?
I cannot think of anything more ludicrous, nor why you or she would even be interested in such an outcome!
More mysterious nonsense, I see.
That at least makes some manner of sense.
Of <emp>course</emp> that is what she would want.
I would rather not speak to her at <emp>all</emp>.
So that is what this is about?
Some magical means to bypass Riordan's death sentence?
I see.
So you have said.
True enough.
It smacks of blood magic to me, but I've resorted to it myself when needed.
Even so, none of this is necessary.
If Riordan fails, simply let me take that final blow.
Let me make amends for what I have done, if it comes to that.
That may be true.
I could die before ever reaching the dragon.
Still, this is unwise.
Do not ask me to be a part of it.
Perhaps not, but if you are so... attached, then why do you not lie with the woman?
I find it difficult to believe I'm so special.
You could order me to obey you, yet you do not. <desc>Sigh</desc> If... this is truly what you think is wise, then I will... do as you ask.
Let us find the marsh witch and do this thing quickly, before I change my mind.
Then my decision is clear.
I cannot do this.
My dignity is all I have left, and I will surrender it only if you order me to.
You demand a great deal, but I suppose I'm bound to obey you now, am I not?
I've done far worse in the name of duty.
Simply agree?
Based on what you've told me?
It's madness!
If you wish me to do this thing, you must order me to do so.
Ah!
So that's what this is all about, is it?
Good of you to finally say so.
I have no need to save my own life, but if this could save yours... you need not pay for my mistakes any more than you have.
I doubt there will be any dissuading you from this if that is so.
I have little reason to refuse.
The answer, however, is still no.
The only lives I wish to save are those of the Fereldan people.
Give me an order or leave me be.
I'm willing to do whatever it takes if Riordan fails to slay the dragon.
I suppose the question really is: are you?
Either way, if you wish me to do this thing, you will have to order me.
I'll not do it otherwise.
And I am bound to obey you.
Truth be told, I've done far worse in the name of duty... but this is your doing, not mine.
That will have to be enough.
Thank you.
It's a kindness I shall not forget.
I suggest you go and tell the witch... well, tell her whatever you wish.
I intend to get some rest while I can.
I'm not seeking glory or an end to my punishment; I'm thinking only of my duty.
Please, I wish no part in this.
Do not ask it of me.
That... is appreciated, but it is far too late for me.
Do not ask me to do this thing.
Surely not a request made out of sentiment.
We're hardly comrades-in-arms.
No, I wish no part in this.
Do not ask it of me.
I feel ill at ease.
I do not trust that witch and have no idea why you do.
This thing you wish of me is unwise.
Do not ask me to be a part of it.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> You're joking.
Eh, you <emp>are</emp> joking, I hope.
I... see that you're not. <desc>Sigh</desc> I suppose I should not underestimate your capacity to take the bizarre approach when required.
Just what is this ritual supposed to accomplish?
Ahh.
That makes sense.
I can see why you might think that important.
What kind of magic is this?
I've never heard of such a rite.
It sounds like nothing the Circle has ever spoken of.
My life requires no saving.
Yours, however...
I would not want anyone else to pay for my mistakes, it is true.
My life requires no saving.
Quite frankly, I see no pressing need for yours to be preserved, either, though you no doubt disagree.
But I also fail to see how my... laying with the marsh witch could save anyone.
What manner of magic is this?
I see, so simply do as I'm told by my superior Grey Warden?
That is what you would have me do?
That is... vague, to say the least.
I can, however, understand looking for an advantage in battle no matter where it comes from.
But what manner of advantage can this offer?
I've never heard of a spell that calls for... such an act.
And?
What is my part?
Why did the witch not come and speak to me of this herself?
Ah.
I will assume that this is not simply for your amusement.
This is the way to avoid death you spoke of, yes?
A ritual, then?
What manner of ritual calls for such an act?
Of... everything I might have thought you would ask of me, that is indeed the very last.
Hmm.
I assume you speak of the archdemon and Riordan's revelation.
You already stated that you did not wish to take the final blow.
As for me, you need not concern yourself.
I made a mistake.
A mistake I intend to make up for, if it comes to that.
I intend to do my duty.
Now, unless there's something you actually wish to ask of me...
I have no intention of avoiding the battle or fleeing, if that is what you speak of.
You need not concern yourself for my welfare.
I find the direct method is best.
I'm not a man to dance around the issue, after all.
I never sleep before battle.
My mind whirls and is impossible to settle.
It will be strange to be an outsider within a Fereldan army.
But now you have changed the subject.
I would prefer to change it back, unless there is a reason to avoid discussing why you've come?
If you're certain...
I intend to get some rest while there's still time.
I suggest you do the same.
Why you're here?
What do you mean?
Destined to die a hero, you mean.
You want to take the easy way out.
So you want to die?
I can't allow that.
As you wish.
I salute you, Loghain, for what it's worth.
No.
You'll atone the hard way.
Forget it.
I defeated the archdemon; it's mine to kill.
I'm sorry, but I have to do this myself.
If that's what you want, then go ahead.
Do it, then.
But don't expect a thank you.
You're probably right.
This is my duty as much as yours.
We're both Grey Wardens.
I can't let you do that.
I was waiting for you to volunteer, in fact.
I was hoping you would volunteer.
Morrigan brought me an offer, actually.
Loghain, we need to talk.
You and I have become friends, right?
I need you to do something you won't like.
I need you to sleep with Morrigan.
As part of a ritual.
It's some kind of ancient magic of Flemeth's.
She refused to say.
<emp>I</emp> just want to survive.
Even if that's what you want, it may not be an option.
Do you think I would ask this if it wasn't important?
I believe this is necessary, but I'll leave it up to you.
We don't have time to go over this.
Just agree to do it.
And if I said it will save one of us from dying tomorrow?
Do you really want to die?
This may be our only chance.
Very well.
I hereby order you to do as I've asked.
No, I won't order you to do this.
So you can have the easy way out?
Not a chance.
I don't want you to die either, Loghain.
Very well.
We'll do it your way.
It will save whoever slays the archdemon.
It will save my life.
Perhaps yours.
Don't you want that?
Don't ask so many questions.
You just need to do it.
It's for the battle tomorrow.
You must take part in a magic ritual.
Because you need to sleep with her.
No, I can't do this.
I will leave you be.
I'm asking you to sleep with Morrigan.
It is for a magic ritual.
It will prevent one of us from dying tomorrow.
What if I told you there was a way to avoid dying tomorrow?
Why not?
Do you want to die?
You're right.
I should go.
No.
I've changed my mind.
I should go.
I thought I would find you asleep, to be honest.
Morrigan brought some important news.
Never mind about that.
No, it's nothing.
I've changed my mind.
No, I'm not.
We need to talk.
I don't want to bother you.
Holy Maker... she... she was a... 
Ugh... my head feels heavy, like I've just woken up from a terrible nightmare.
I believe we had... some task to accomplish.
Let us be on our way--wait, what's happening to me?
Blessed art thou who exists in the sight of the Maker.
Blessed art thou who seeks His forgiveness...
Blessed--what?
Who are you?
I beg you, do not disturb the girl's meditations.
Revered Mother, I do not know this person.
Please, do not vex her.
She needs quiet and solitude, to calm her mind and heal her heart.
Isn't real?
I don't understand.
I remember... there was a sign...
Leliana, we have discussed this... "sign" of yours.
The Maker does not care to interfere in the affairs of mortals.
This "vision" was likely the work of demons.
The Maker cares for us.
I believe He misses His wayward children as much as we miss Him.
My vision may not be from Him, but it guides me to do what is right.
My revered mother knew this.
I don't know who you are, but you are not her.
Let us leave.
My head has not yet cleared, but there is something familiar about you and I believe I... trust you.
This is your home, your refuge.
Do you truly wish to leave the comfort of this place behind?
Stay, and know peace.
There is no need.
I carry the peace of the Chantry in my heart.
You are going nowhere, girl.
I will not permit it.
No... she is ours, now and forever!
There is something familiar about you, and I find myself trusting you, as odd as that may sound.
I cannot trust you.
I do not know you.
Please, let me be!
This is a place of peace and contemplation and your behavior is inappropriate.
Leave now, or I shall be forced to take steps!
I will deal with you and then our hold over the girl will be absolute!
I do not know what you're talking about, and I find your harassment quite uncalled for.
We have given her succor when she was lost.
We showed her the way and now she is one of us.
I am happy here.
This is all I ever wanted.
Why are you saying these things about the revered mother?
Please go away.
I'm sorry, but I-I don't know what you're talking about.
A demon, yes.
You should have listened to me.
Now's not the time to fall apart, Leliana.
Leliana, what are you doing?
Don't know me?
Are you insane?
Leliana, listen to me, please.
This isn't real.
Don't you remember why you left the cloister?
Do not listen to her.
Trust in what you know.
You've come to your senses.
It's about time.
You are not the revered mother, so begone.
We're leaving whether you like it or not.
You can't command her any longer, demon.
She is free.
She's a demon in disguise, here to deceive you.
We need to go, as soon as you're ready.
Yes, she would know about demons, being one herself.
The Maker does care, Leliana, and one day He will return.
You have to trust me when I say it isn't real.
Come with me then, we have work to do.
That's not odd at all.
We know each other well.
We can discuss this later, we must get out of here now.
Very well.
Do your worst.
I'm not leaving without Leliana.
Fine, I'll just kill you then.
But the Circle Tower... we had a task to complete, remember?
No, it's not.
This is the Fade.
This is a dream.
What have you done to her?
You're not one of them, Leliana.
This is a lie.
I know you for what you are, demon.
We're friends, don't you remember?
The Fade is playing tricks with your mind.
All right, now's not really the time for prayer.
Thank the Maker you're safe.
<emp>Talk to Loghain about Morrigan's ritual</emp>
Morrigan has asked that you convince Loghain to lie with her tonight, to conceive a child that will become a vessel for the essence of an Old God.
<emp>Inform Morrigan of Loghain's consent</emp>
You have convinced Loghain to perform the ritual with Morrigan.
Tonight, he will join with her, to conceive a child that will become a vessel for the essence of an Old God.
Morrigan will be pleased to hear of this.
Loghain has agreed to perform the ritual with Morrigan.
Tonight, he will join with her to conceive a child that will become a vessel for the essence of an Old God.
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<emp>Save Denerim</emp>
You have finally arrived in Denerim.
The city is under heavy attack from the archdemon and you must breach the army and gain a foothold inside the city walls.
There is little time to waste; every moment that passes brings Denerim, and Ferelden, closer to destruction.
<emp>Last rest before the battle</emp>
You have gathered your armies, and it is time to lead them against the greatest threat that Ferelden has seen in centuries.
Tomorrow, you will march to Denerim, but for now, you must rest.
We can speak more after the meeting with the king.
Shanedan.
Who are you talking to?
Don't bother the sten.
Isn't it your turn to cook?
Cook what?
There's no food in this miserable, frozen country.
Parshaara!
We have a guest.
Make room at the fire.
We've been days in this place.
There's no sign of any threat.
The arishok's report was wrong.
Can we not go home?
This is a dream.
I'm not a fool, Warden.
I remember seeing the karashok there have his head torn off.
Well, at least it's not a great loss.
You are so entertaining, kadan, you should perform in the square with the other trained monkeys.
We could throw you peanuts.
It's a dream.
But it's a good dream.
Let the Blight come.
Why not?
This is as good a place as any.
There are worse things than to die among your kith.
Ha!
Look, the little thing thinks it can order the sten around!
Good luck with that, kabethari.
No, they don't.
But I am no longer of the Beresaad.
I am no one.
Here, or Lothering, or Orlais, it's all the same.
Far from home.
One place is no better than any other.
We'll move camp at dawn.
If that comes.
We may not live through the night, with the karashok cooking.
Yes.
And what has that accomplished?
Death.
Dishonor.
Exile.
There is nothing left to fight for.
Revenge... what good does that do them?
Their corpses will not taste it, or share in the victory.
I wish we didn't have to taste this.. what is this, anyway?
Stew?
...It's bread.
...Of course it is. <desc>Sigh</desc> Rational men would call this, "despair."
For once, you are right, Warden.
I owe them a victory.
I do. <desc>Sigh</desc> And...
<desc>Sigh</desc> I did.
What's this?
You're leaving us?
You can't abandon your post.
Stand aside.
I would hate to see you all die again.
No!
We won't let you leave us again!
Let it wait.
Feed it the karashok's cooking.
That should end it.
Better yet, feed it the ashaad.
That would take care of it <emp>and</emp> do us a favor.
They are Beresaad, of course.
My brothers.
Who is that little thing you are speaking to?
Has it seen darkspawn?
Don't interrupt the sten, karashok.
Dinner, obviously.
Though I don't suggest you eat anything the karashok cooks.
Unless you enjoy spending time in the latrine.
Then why don't <emp>you</emp> cook, kadan?
Not my turn.
Perhaps my memory is failing.
I would swear that I've already told you both to shut up.
My apologies.
None of this is real, you know.
What do you mean, "you know?"
So let's get moving.
Because we've got a Blight to end.
Because we don't want to die here.
But they're dead.
Don't you want to avenge them?
I'm still in charge, Sten.
On your feet, we're leaving.
Soldiers of the Beresaad don't waste time dreaming.
This isn't exactly a great place for a nap.
You can't stay here.
This isn't like you.
You're supposed to be practical.
What about your slain brothers?
Don't you want vengeance?
Don't you want to avenge these men?
If you stay here, they died for nothing.
You owe the arishok a report.
You gave your word to aid me.
This is a cage, Sten.
Just like Lothering.
We need to go, Sten; there's a demon waiting for us.
So this is what qunari are like.
Who are these people?
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<emp>Confront the archdemon and its generals</emp>
You must reach Fort Drakon's roof, one of the highest points in Denerim.
Once there, you will be able to attract the archdemon's attention.
Riordan says the archdemon will call its generals to it once attacked, so it might be prudent to seek out these generals and deal with them before you engage the archdemon.
Do you mean your people have no female mages or warriors?
Of course not.
Why would our women wish to be men?
What are you talking about?
They don't wish to be men.
They shouldn't.
That can only lead to frustration.
Sten... no, never mind.
Let's drop this.
Do not be alarmed.
It is only I, Morrigan.
I said that you and I were not yet done, and we are not.
I have watched you, and now it is time we speak again.
No one pays attention to animals. 'Twas far too easy to sneak in here.
I am not.
Yet I needed to come.
I have not come to attack you.
Were that the case, we would already be fighting.
Do not be alarmed.
It is only I.
I am well. 'Tis you who are in danger.
I decided that it was time we spoke.
I did not come here to speak of sentimental things.
I came here to speak with you.
I snuck past the guards, but I have announced myself to you.
I wish us to speak.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
I have a plan, you see.
A way out.
The loop in your hole.
I know what happens when the archdemon dies.
I know a Grey Warden must be sacrificed, and that sacrifice could be you.
I have come to tell you this does not need to be.
I know a great many things.
How I know is not quite as important as what I am offering you, however.
'Twas necessary that I wait and be sure.
Now I am.
Now we speak in private, where no others can hear.
And can you guarantee that another will survive the battle that is to come?
That they will be there to take that blow?
No, you cannot.
So your choices are then to either flee as a coward or face the possibility that you may die.
I offer another alternative.
I offer a way out.
A way out for all the Grey Wardens, that there need be no sacrifice.
A ritual...performed on the eve of battle, in the dark of night.
It is old magic, from a time before the Circle of Magi was created.
Some would call it blood magic, but I think that means little to one like you.
From Flemeth, of course.
I have known about it for some time.
I did.
Would you have believed me if I had been the one to tell you?
I have my doubts.
Some would call it blood magic, but I think recent days have taught you this is not always to be feared.
Some might call it blood magic, but that is but a name.
There is far more to fear in this world than names.
You are a wielder of magic.
Surely the mere mention of it does not stir in you the same ignorant fear that it does in others?
What I speak of is old magic, a ritual from a time long before the Circle of Magi was ever created.
Anything to do with magic stirs one's fear, especially amongst those who do not understand it.
Perhaps.
But that price need not be so unbearable, especially if there is much to be gained.
We have become very close, you and I.
Even if you do not trust me, know that I wish you no harm... not tomorrow, and certainly not now.
I have fought at your side and risked death for you and more.
Even if you do not trust me, know that I wish you no harm... not tomorrow, and certainly not now.
And what if you find yourself facing the dreaded archdemon alone come the battle?
Will you still feel the same then?
And if not you, then what of Alistair?
What if it is he that faces the archdemon?
Are you so willing to let him perish?
All I ask is that you listen to what I have to offer, nothing more.
What I propose is this: lay with me.
Here, tonight.
And from our joining, a child will be conceived.
The child will bear the taint, and when the archdemon is slain, its essence will seek the child like a beacon.
At this early stage, the child can absorb that essence and not perish.
The archdemon is still destroyed, with no Grey Warden dying in the process.
Not at all.
It will become something different: a child born with the soul of an Old God.
Think about what I offer you: the chance to avoid death.
Or better yet, the chance to slay the archdemon and live as a hero.
No Grey Warden has ever done this.
In return I conceive a child, one who will be born with the soul of an Old God.
After this is done, you allow me to walk away... and you do not follow.
Ever.
The child will be mine to raise as I wish.
I do not "know" it will work.
I do, however, have every confidence in my mother's magic.
And so should you.
This is what my mother intended when she sent me with you.
She was the one who first gave me this ritual and told me of what I was meant to do.
This does not surprise you, does it?
Did you not wonder why Flemeth saved your life, why she aided you?
This is why.
What is important is that I am offering this to you now.
It will work and it will save your life.
Ignoring that after but one night it could barely be called a child... no, it will not be hurt.
It will be changed.
Then have you decided?
Allow me to say that what I seek is the essence of the Old God that once was and not the dark forces that corrupted it.
Some things are worth preserving in this world.
Make of that what you will.
I do not wish to tell you.
The child will represent freedom for an ancient power, a chance to be reborn apart from the taint.
Is that not reason enough to do it?
I will raise the child apart from the rest of society, and teach it to respect that from which it came.
Beyond that you need know nothing else.
No, you never will.
This is all I ask in return for freeing you from the burden the Grey Wardens have placed upon you.
I have no doubt he may.
But he will not.
It is all I ask for in return.
I truly doubt he would.
But even if he does, he will not.
It is all I ask for in return.
Caring for you as I've come to... that was not part of the plan.
It's... why I was sent with you by my mother.
It's why she saved your life to begin with.
Caring for you... was not part of the plan.
But I cannot let what I feel interfere with what I must do.
This is important to me.
The fact that it may save your life makes me all the more determined to see it done.
Please do not... cloud the issue.
If you feel anything for me, then accept that it will make what we must do... that much easier.
After the archdemon has been slain?
No.
No, you will never see me again.
Refuse my offer, however, and I leave now.
This is... simply how it must be.
Why?
Because of Leliana?
Do you truly believe that she would condemn you or any other Grey Warden to death when it could be avoided?
Why?
Because of Zevran?
Do you really believe that he would risk your death when it could be avoided?
Consider the possibility that Riordan may not be there to make the final blow as he plans, what then?
Do you run away?
Do you let Alistair, the future king of Ferelden, take the blow instead?
And what if he does not make it to the archdemon, either?
Do you let Loghain take the blow instead?
Allow him to die a hero and overshadow you?
And what if he does not make it to the archdemon?
I am glad to make this offer to you, after all we have meant to each other.
Certainly the act of laying together is not such a burden?
Would you truly choose death rather than lay with me for one night?
Would you deny yourself the tomorrows and all its rewards?
If you care for him as you seem to, you will convince him to.
Consider what the alternative might be?
Do you think Alistair will fail to do his duty as the future king and save his country?
And if you take the blow instead he loses the woman he loves.
How do you think he would feel about that?
You will advise him to do so, and because he trusts you more than he would ever trust me, he will comply.
Consider the alternative.
If Riordan fails, do you think Alistair will hesitate?
The future king of Ferelden?
He will die the hero and you will be overshadowed... just a Grey Warden who accompanied the king.
If you would rather, consider Leliana.
What do you think she would advise, if she knew the life of her beloved was at risk?
I think you know.
You have good reasons to tell him to save his own life, if you will not take part in the ritual yourself.
Consider carefully.
I think you have many good reasons to tell him to save his own life.
I think you should consider them carefully.
If you would rather, consider Zevran.
What do you think he would advise, if he knew the life of his beloved was at risk?
I think you know.
Even if I thought Riordan could be convinced, he is unsuitable.
I need one who has not been tainted for long-- it must be him, and it must be tonight.
Because he is bound to obey you, he will comply.
Consider the alternative.
If Riordan fails, do you think Loghain will hesitate?
He will die, redeemed as the hero he wished to be rather than the villain he deserves to be.
And you?
Will they remember you, do you think?
Or will you be just another Grey Warden who accompanied the Great Loghain?
I see.
There is, of course, another option.
I speak, of course, of Alistair.
He is a Grey Warden just as you are, and would also serve for the ritual.
The trick, of course, would be to get him to comply.
To me he would not listen... but to you?
I think he just might.
If you will not even lay with me to save your own life, why not?
I care for you, and would prefer you to be the father of this child were there a hundred Grey Wardens here tonight.
But if you will not do it, then I must find another.
I speak, of course, of Loghain.
He is now a Grey Warden just as you are, and would also suffice for the ritual.
Do not let your foolish pride condemn you!
No Grey Warden asked for the sacrifice that is now demanded of them, and I offer all of you a way out.
Will you not reconsider?
That is not an answer.
Then you are a fool.
I will not stand by and watch you waste this opportunity.
Die, if you feel it is worthwhile.
Or be overshadowed, I care not.
Fare you well, my love.
Should you live past the morrow, I trust it will only be with regret.
Fare you well, my friend.
I do what I must, now, and so shall you.
Fare you well, Grey Warden.
Should you live past the morrow, seek me out at your own peril.
And I have done nothing for you?
I have offered you nothing?
Do not speak to me of gratitude.
Yes.
But not enough.
Would that I could have helped you.
That is your doing, however, and not mine.
I am already gone.
You should have thought of that sooner.
Is that so?
Now you'll never have that chance.
A wise decision.
Come, my love.
Put the thoughts of the ritual aside and let us make this last night together one to remember.
Come to me, then, and we shall make this last night together something to remember.
A wise decision.
I shall wait here, then, while you go and speak with Alistair.
I urge you to be convincing.
A wise decision.
I shall wait here, then, while you go and speak with Loghain.
I urge you to be convincing.
Alistair despises me.
You know this.
He rarely listens to reason... but he would listen to you.
You of all people could influence him.
Think about what I offer you: you will live, as will Alistair.
You could slay the archdemon and live as a hero, something no Grey Warden has ever done.
Loghain has no reason to listen to me.
But he is bound to listen to you.
You of all people could command him to do as I ask.
What I propose is this: convince Alistair to lay with me.
Here, tonight.
And from this ritual a child shall be conceived within me.
What I propose is this: convince Loghain to lay with me.
Here, tonight.
And from this ritual a child shall be conceived within me.
'Twould seem your talk is done?
Great.
So this isn't a dream after all.
What is it to be, then?
Has a decision been reached?
Wait.
I want to ask about this... child.
The one you... want.
Interesting.
Honesty wouldn't have been <emp>my</emp> first choice.
I just want to be sure that you're not going to use this-- against Ferelden.
That this bastard child of mine isn't going to show up some year...
Of that you have my word.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Why don't I feel any better about this?
All right.
Let's... just get this over with.
You know, dinner would have been nice... maybe a bit of wine?
Or you could knock me out, first...
Tempting.
Still, I am glad to see that it has been done.
Let us go somewhere more private, Alistair.
And believe me when I say you will not hate this quite so much as you believe.
Not so quickly.
I have a question about this child that will supposedly be born of this.
I will do this only if I can be sure that this child will not be used to plague Ferelden.
Anora does not need a "little brother" to appear and lay a claim on her throne.
The child will never know of its father, and I will never return to Ferelden.
That I swear.
I will accept that.
Very well.
I have my orders, then... do as you will.
You'll have to forgive me if I shut my eyes and think of my dead wife.
You would rather make love to a desiccated corpse than me?
My, but you are full of the unexpected.
I think that is stretching the definition of the word "agreed," but yes.
A wise choice.
Let us go somewhere more private, Loghain.
This will not take long at all.
What's this?
I didn't realize that was an option.
Perhaps I should leave you two alone.
You are both fools.
The only other way was with you.
Unless you have changed your mind...?
No, there is no other way.
The witch wishes to get right to the point, it seems.
Little time remains.
I suggest you go to Alistair's room quickly.
Don't be a fool.
I am already lost.
This must be done.
For your sake, as well as my own.
I...
I told you that this could not be, did I not?
Go.
Do what you must.
I suggest you think of something.
For both your sakes.
Little time remains.
I suggest you go to Loghain's room quickly.
I thought you were gone for good.
How did you get in here?
I am glad to see you again.
Thought to catch me off-guard, did you?
Morrigan?
Is everything all right?
Don't you have your own bedroom?
I'm not alarmed.
I'm glad to see you.
Sneaking in here was not a good idea.
Finally decided to betray me, have you?
And how do you know about this?
Why did you not mention this earlier, then?
I have no intention of sacrificing myself.
Does not need to be?
What do you mean?
Just what sort of ritual is this?
And from where did you get this ritual, Morrigan?
So you knew about the sacrifice before Riordan told me?
Then tell me more.
I am not going to use blood magic just to save myself.
Why all the secrecy?
I don't trust this.
Nothing comes without a price.
I don't trust you.
I have no interest in your ritual.
I do not need to hear any more.
The answer is no.
Fine.
Speak quickly.
But I promise nothing.
Very well.
What is your plan?
A way out?
Tell me more.
So the child becomes a darkspawn?
You want to... have my child?
How do you even know this will work?
Wait...
I want to know more about this child.
The child won't be hurt, will it?
I see.
Enough about the child, then.
Will the child be evil?
What will it become?
What do you intend to do with this child?
I insist.
I need to know what you plan.
This is going to be my child.
Will I ever see it?
What if Alistair wants to see the child?
What if Loghain wants to see the child?
No, never mind about the child.
Is this why you've been so... friendly to me?
But will I ever see you again?
You don't think I will actually go through with this?
You actually think Alistair will agree to this?
Damn you, Morrigan.
I'll do it myself, then.
Why Alistair?
Why not Riordan?
You actually think Loghain will agree to this?
Why Loghain?
Why not Riordan?
No.
I won't agree to this.
You want me to send you to another man?
You think I would tell Alistair to do this, instead?
You think I would tell Loghain to do this, instead?
Very well.
I'll talk to Alistair.
Very well.
I'll talk to Loghain.
Never mind.
I'll do it myself.
I said no and I meant it.
You are very cruel, Morrigan, you know that?
If I die, it will be with honor.
You have my answer.
And bring some demon-spawn into the world?
Never!
I don't intend to die, and I don't need your ritual.
Fine.
But I'll be the one to do it.
I will not reconsider.
The answer is no.
Then go, if that's what you want to do.
You are an ungrateful bitch, after all I've done for you!
Please don't do this.
I love you.
Please don't do this.
Don't go.
But I need your help against the archdemon.
I never asked you to come back, did I?
I should have killed you long ago.
All right.
I agree.
I'll do it.
And why aren't you talking to Alistair about this?
And why aren't you talking to Loghain about this?
I see.
And what's in it for you?
Are you insane?
This is your plan?
I like what I'm hearing so far...
Alistair has agreed to your... request.
Loghain has agreed to your... request.
There will be no ritual.
You're out of luck.
I'm sorry, Morrigan.
Isn't there some other way?
Forget it.
Not going to happen.
Yes, I suppose I have no choice.
I'll do it.
Very well.
Loghain has agreed.
Very well.
Alistair has agreed.
Then it ends here.
Morrigan, I don't want to lose you.
I've changed my mind.
I'll do this myself.
I've changed my mind.
There will be no ritual.
I have no idea how I'll convince him.
Fine, I'll go.
Valendrian's Home
Tevinter Hospice
I apologize, but there are urgent matters I must deal with.
Please seek me out another time.
Downstairs
Dwarf Commander
It is strange to be so far from the forest that created me, Grey Warden.
Here I do not feel the ebb and flow of the trees and the earth.
It is silent... and yet in that silence I feel the battle that is to come.
We are approaching a great and terrible force, these darkspawn.
They are a force of nature themselves, like locusts descending upon the field.
And there is one amongst them, a mighty dragon who flies at the center of this horde.
It is he that you seek, yes?
Like an arrow flying towards its target.
That is the one.
He knows you come, Grey Warden.
He bellows his challenge at you even now, daring you to approach.
Daring all of us.
I...
I can think of this no further.
I do not wish to hear its roar in my heart, lest my courage waver.
I am sorry.
Is that so?
We risk much, then, to race to meet him.
As you like.
And instead I should send all my children off to battle?
I should wait alone in the ruins, counting the dead as I feel their cries within me?
No.
As you wish.
I need speak of nothing at all to you.
Please leave me to my meditation.
I must prepare myself for the battle that is to come.
And what do you feel?
The archdemon.
He is just a darkspawn.
If you can offer anything concrete, do so.
I didn't realize you were going to leave the forest.
Keep your prophecies to yourself.
I stand here, staring out to the east, and I can feel it.
I suspect that you can, too.
I am referring to the archdemon.
That is what your people call the great beast, isn't it?
As if it weren't enough that one of the most noble and terrible creatures ever to be spawned of our world should be twisted into something so... unnatural.
I cannot imagine what we shall do once we encounter it.
Do you have a plan?
I see.
Brilliant.
If you'll excuse me, I need to meditate to gather my strength if I am to be of any use to you come the morning.
Good evening, Grey Warden.
And good luck.
May the Creators smile on you come battle, lethallan.
May the gods smile on you come battle, lethallin.
Ah.
The great Grey Warden mystery.
Well, let us hope it is enough.
No.
Truly I don't, and more's the pity.
I'm not sure what you're talking about.
I think I'll throw elves at it to shake it up a little.
Yes.
We do.
Do you have a suggestion?
The plan is to kill it.
The stew was a little heavy, wasn't it?
You mean the archdemon.
I hear news from Denerim that Teyrn Loghain has been declared the new regent.
Makes sense, his daughter being the queen.
Some folks aren't happy about Teyrn Loghain being named regent.
There are rumors he had something to do with the king's death.
Isn't that the most ridiculous thing you ever heard?
The darkspawn killed him, sure enough.
If Teyrn Loghain couldn't save the king from that end, then nobody could.
I hear that Teyrn Loghain, the regent, is calling for new levies of troops.
He wants to rebuild the army we lost at Ostagar.
Thing is, there's not a lot of spare men to be found.
Out at Dragon's Peak, there's press gangs roaming around grabbing any free man they can lay their hands on.
Thank the Maker that we didn't lose Teyrn Loghain at Ostagar.
He pulled his troops out just in time, so it's said.
Without him, we'd be lost.
With King Cailan dead, the throne falls to Queen Anora.
She's made her father the regent, however, at least for now.
I think Cailan's father, old King Maric, would have approved.
I hear tell they held the funeral in Denerim for King Cailan.
The grand cleric called for a full day of mourning, and there was a procession a mile long passing by the brazier.
Too bad they don't have a body to properly burn.
What happened to him, at the hands of those creatures--it's unthinkable.
Nobody seems to be sure where Arl Eamon is in all this business.
If he were here, he could put a stop to all this talk of civil war for sure.
There's another royal army already gathering in the east, but from what I hear, when it marches it'll be headed west--not south towards the darkspawn.
Can you imagine?
If the bannorn stand up against Loghain, we won't need the darkspawn to destroy us.
We'll do their work for them!
It seems that some of the banns just won't accept Teyrn Loghain's orders.
There's too much talk still of King Cailan's death, and questions about what happened.
You'd think with the darkspawn knocking on our doorstep people would be more likely to stand together, wouldn't you?
Have you heard?
Loghain has named Arl Rendon Howe as the new teyrn of Denerim, with the arling going to Howe's eldest son.
Urien died at Ostagar and his son died in some elven revolt in the city.
Tragic news.
I wonder what got Arl Howe such a promotion. 
It's said that the city of Highever is full of troops sent by Teyrn Loghain.
There's been rumors of a revolt, maybe even one that killed the Cousland family.
I hear rumor that Orlesian forces that were coming to help us fight the darkspawn have been turned back at the mountain crossing.
You'd almost think we could use their help against those monsters, though part of me is glad we won't have Ferelden full of Orlesian bastards again.
More Grey Wardens were supposed to come here from Orlais, but I hear they got turned back.
Considering all the questions surrounding what happened at Ostagar, it's just as well.
Teyrn Loghain had one of the bannorn arrested for speaking out against him.
Arrested!
Can you imagine such a thing?
It seems the bann was talking treason, about how Loghain needed to be forcibly removed from the throne... but arrested?
How can you arrest one of the bannorn?
There's terrible news.
Everyone is talking about a battle in the north between Loghain's men and Bann Bronach.
The bann was utterly crushed.
Someone told me that he was meeting with Loghain to talk terms, but I don't believe it.
Surely Loghain would never attack someone attempting to parley!
Teyrn Loghain has announced that what happened to Bann Bronach will happen to any other nobleman who doesn't live up to the oath he swore to serve the throne.
There's a lot of folks angry about it.
Some of the bannorn who weren't saying anything are now saying that Loghain is trampling on their rights as sovereign lords.
Seems like more fighting is inevitable at this point, doesn't it?
Sad state of affairs.
Arl Wulff has gone to Denerim to plead his case with Teyrn Loghain, I hear.
West Hills has been hit hard by the darkspawn, and Wulff wants the fighting over the throne to stop.
Bann Ceorlic has announced that he's siding with the throne.
That's not surprising, considering his lands border Loghain's.
He probably fears what Loghain might do to him if he turns.
There's been another clash of forces, this time north of Lothering.
Both the bannorn and Loghain are saying that they won this clash, so we're not sure exactly what happened yet.
From the sounds of it, I think the forces accidentally crossed each other and began fighting.
What a bloody mess.
There's been a battle out at Winter's Breath.
Several of the bannorn banded together and fought against Loghain's men, maybe a thousand on the field all told.
Teyrn Loghain won the day, it's said, but there were heavy losses on both sides.
It's a fight for the throne, just like in the old times.
Queen Anora issued a plea to the bannorn to stand down, lest there be a repeat of Winter's Breath elsewhere.
I don't think they're listening, though.
Many of them think Anora isn't even the one really speaking.
They say the queen does what her father tells her.
Can't say I blame them.
I heard a story today--Bann Grainne put her own fields to the torch rather than let Loghain's men feed off them.
Three of them died in the flames.
Some of the soldiers got angry and chased the woman down in her own manor, putting a sword through her. "Without permission" is the excuse we're told.
Loghain killed Grainne's husband at Winter's Breath.
She had a right to do with her crop as she pleased.
This is still Ferelden, isn't it?
A freeholder answers to no one!
Stories are circulating about a Grey Warden forming a new army--not Loghain, not the bannorn, but something else.
Arl Howe says that this new army would just add to the chaos.
But nobody's listening to him anymore.
You wouldn't know anything about that, I assume?
Hmph.
Thought not.
It seems a group of Loghain's men were ambushed yesterday near Highever.
I don't know who did it, but the men were hit while they were camping for the night.
The whole lot of them taken by surprise.
Their tents were set on fire with arrows, and I hear over two dozen died.
Nasty business.
Mmm.
It seems that Teyrn Loghain has responded to the ambush on his men near Highever.
Group of his best hunted down the ones who did it.
All of them hunters out of Oswin, Bann Valdric's men.
I hear Teyrn Loghain ordered them all strung up on poles.
Then they were left up there to starve, pleading for mercy.
I hope that isn't true.
That's a grim thing to do to someone.
There's outrage over what Teyrn Loghain did to the hunters out of Oswin.
Letting a man starve, helpless?
I think Teyrn Loghain meant that to be a lesson, to make everyone think twice about continuing this fight.
It's going to do exactly the opposite, you ask me.
Heard from a dwarf the other day that smoke was rising over Oswin.
Revolt, he says.
Teyrn Loghain is trying to put it down as we speak, but I understand it's not going well.
More trouble in the land, it seems.
As panic begins to rise from the darkspawn's approach, there's more and more word of riots.
Gwaren, Denerim, Highever... there's trouble everywhere.
There are people already fleeing north for the Free Marches.
They say that Ferelden's all but lost.
You think that's true?
There's been another battle.
A bunch of the bannorn met Loghain at Iachus Valley, and from the sound of it, the bannorn outnumbered him.
Teyrn Loghain is a force to be reckoned with, though.
Just ask the Orlesians.
I hear the bannorn were routed.
It's a convincing victory for the throne.
I wonder if that will settle the issue, now... but somehow I have my doubts.
[Morrigan performs the "ritual" (sexytime!) with either the player, Alistair or Loghain]
[Morrigan leaves for good]
Yes, Lily, you should've known better.
<emp>Proceed to the wedding</emp>
The human Soris was worried about is Duncan, a Grey Warden and Valendrian's friend.
He is here to speak to the elder about some kind of "Blight." However, that's hardly of any concern to either you or Soris--it's time for the wedding!
Go up to the platform where your betrothed awaits.
Betrayed from Within
<emp>Show Lord Helmi and Lady Dace proof of Harrowmont's cheating ways</emp>
Prince Bhelen will not give you an audience until you prove yourself trustworthy.
Vartag Gavorn has charged you with the task of showing Lord Helmi and Lady Dace promissory notes as evidence of Harrowmont's cheating ways.
Vartag says Lord Helmi can often be found in Tapsters, in the Commons, while Lady Dace seldom leaves the Diamond Quarter.
Vartag was pleased by the way you handled the task given to you.
You have earned an audience with Prince Bhelen.
<emp>Decide if you will help Prince Bhelen's cause and inform Vartag of your intent</emp>
Prince Bhelen will not give you an audience until you prove yourself trustworthy.
Vartag Gavorn has asked that you show Lord Helmi and Lady Dace promissory notes as evidence of Harrowmont's cheating ways.
Vartag says Dace can often be found in Tapsters, in the Commons, while Lord Helmi seldom leaves the Diamond Quarter.
Vartag awaits your decision in the Assembly Chamber in the Diamond Quarter.
You failed to complete the task Vartag Gavorn set you.
Prince Bhelen will not give you an audience until you prove yourself trustworthy.
Vartag wanted you to show Lord Helmi and Lady Dace proof of Harrowmont's cheating ways.
However, you turned him down and refused his request.
<emp>Return to Vartag</emp>
You have spoken with both Lord Helmi and Lady Dace, and convinced them that Harrowmont is not to be trusted.
It is time to return to Vartag in the Chamber of the Assembly to see if any progress has been made.
A Prince's Favor: The First Task
[The army marches from Redcliffe to Denerim]
Jump to castle redcliffe 2nd floor, after the intro dialog with Riordan and Eamon.
<emp>Rescue the women</emp>
You and Soris have infiltrated the palace to rescue your brides and the other women of the wedding party.
A Prince's Favor: The Second Task
<emp>Gain the cooperation of the Dalish clans</emp>
The wandering Dalish elves, if brought together, are a force to be reckoned with.
While they remain suspicious of outsiders, they may still honor the old Grey Warden treaties.
Go to the Dalish elves and seek their help to fight the Blight.
Have you come to help us?
The darkspawn have attacked Lothering.
I don't think everyone even had fled by the time they came, either.
Word has it they swarmed the entire area, making off with prisoners and burning down the buildings--and then were gone just as quick.
I wonder if there's anyone left.
I heard some chanters were going to head down south, maybe try to find survivors.
I'm not holding out hope, myself.
The bannorn are on the run, now...
There's no way that they can force Teyrn Loghain to resign the throne.
But how the teyrn is going to raise a proper army now is anyone's guess.
There are soldiers throughout the valley now, and Teyrn Loghain arrested three banns.
But I hear there's common folk rioting throughout the kingdom.
No one will accept the teyrn as the regent, now.
Can you imagine that?
A month ago he was a hero, and now?
I'm beginning to wonder if the rumors about him are true.
I've heard a lot of stories of bands of darkspawn roaming the countryside, far north of the Korcari Wilds.
They just seem to appear out of nowhere, and disappear just as fast.
There's not just darkspawn in the horde, you know that?
There are people with them... folks who are sick with the Blight, and their minds are all twisted and mad.
I heard tell of a man meeting his own brother on the field.
Yet when he called out to him, his brother didn't even recognize him and just attacked.
People are disappearing all over the country.
Folk on the roads say they're seeing wagons abandoned, belongings left in the middle of the road with no one to be seen anywhere.
Remote farmholds are left empty.
Horses left without riders.
And no corpses to be found.
The darkspawn are taking them--there's no other explanation.
With the defeat at Ostagar, it'll be inevitable that the darkspawn horde starts moving north soon.
They have no one standing in their way, do they?
It's the Maker's own luck that we haven't been overrun by the darkspawn yet.
They seem as disorganized as we do, scattering all over the place in great mobs.
Maybe there's something to the talk that this isn't a proper Blight, that there's no archdemon leading the lot.
Maybe they won't even march north.
A freehold not far from here was found deserted the other day.
Darkspawn came out of nowhere and made off with everyone, not a body to be found.
Some people say they eat the ones they capture.
Maybe that's why they come at all, because they're hungry?
Some people say it's worse things they need.
The Blight is already spreading north, and by that I mean the sickness.
I saw three red X's on doors just today, meaning everyone inside is dead.
If the teyrn keeps fighting with the bannorn, between that and the Blight there will be no one left to fight the darkspawn.
They can just walk north, as easy as they please.
Fine.
Forget it.
Jump to Denerim
I should take you to Bann Teagan.
He's all that's holding us together.
He'll want to see you.
Greater Shade
He's just over there in the chantry.
Please, come...
Hold on.
What is this evil that's attacking you?
No arl?
What happened to Arl Eamon?
What is going on?
He's deathly ill... and we don't even know if he's still alive.
We haven't heard from the castle in days.
So that's it?
You're not going to help us?
You're just going to... leave?
There's knights from Redcliffe wandering the countryside, looking for the place where Andraste's Sacred Ashes are said to lie.
Can you believe that?
The Urn holding Her Ashes is a myth, and yet these knights say they were sent to find it anyhow to heal Arl Eamon.
I didn't even know he was ill.
Maybe he has the Blight?
If so, then times are even darker for Ferelden than any of us thought.
Refugees from the south are already giving word of the land itself being corrupted.
The sky is turning black, the trees are dying, and nothing is growing.
This is a true Blight after all.
Where are the other Grey Wardens?
Are they truly staying away?
If Ferelden doesn't raise an army to protect itself, surely they will come, no?
Everyone is saying that the darkspawn horde has gathered itself and is heading north towards Redcliffe.
If we're lucky, they'll just pass through the mountains and head on into Orlais.
Could we be that fortunate?
News is that Gwaren has been overrun by the darkspawn in the southeast.
I hope most of them got out on ships before the horde arrived.
Gwaren is in the regent's own teyrnir, too, and he didn't lift a finger to save them.
All Teyrn Loghain seems to be able to do is fight to keep his daughter on the throne.
I was talking to a fellow the other day who said he saw the archdemon.
A great black shape in the sky, he said, a dragon so large it blotted out the sun.
Can you imagine?
The darkspawn will be coming, soon.
You'd be best heading north to the Free Marches while you still can.
I hear the dwarven king has passed on.
Old as he was, he was probably poisoned or assassinated...
That's how the dwarves normally go out, isn't it?
Something's going on at the mage's tower at Lake Calenhad.
Nobody knows exactly what, though, and the templars aren't saying.
Exactly what we need, isn't it?
Let's hope the mages are just cooking up something to deal with the darkspawn.
Somebody should be, after all.
I hear from folks traveling the east roads that there's werewolves in the Brecilian Forest.
Actual werewolves!
They haven't been around since the days of Dane and his ilk.
Some hunters who range into the Brecilian Forest say that a Dalish clan there has fallen to some kind of sickness.
The Blight, most likely, poor sods.
I heard from some travelers that something bad might have happened in Redcliffe.
Overrun by darkspawn, maybe?
There's no word from the village at all.
Merchant friend of mine said he encountered someone fleeing the place, said there was nothing waiting for him there but death.
He wisely turned around and came right back.
There's knights from Redcliffe spread all over Ferelden on some kind of mission, but I hear that they're starting to become rare to find.
Maybe they all went back to Redcliffe.
More likely they got tired of searching for something that can't be found and abandoned their search.
I wonder what Arl Eamon is going to do without any knights?
The Blight sickness brought by the darkspawn is spreading faster than anyone thought.
Several sources say that it's even here in Denerim.
From what I hear, there's been an outbreak in the elven Alienage in the city.
Others tell me that's not true.
Still, it's a frightening thought.
I heard a strange rumor the other day.
King Cailan was not really Maric's son, you see.
Maric's real son is hidden in the bowels of Denerim's palace and has been since he was born.
I suppose they feed him cakes all day to keep him content.
Maybe he's simple... or a mage!
Maric's real son a mage, can you imagine?
There's talk that King Cailan was cheating on the queen and she found out about it.
That's why Teyrn Loghain abandoned Cailan at Ostagar.
I've heard a rumor that the reason Queen Anora has never produced an heir is that she's barren.
It's a curse from the Maker for bringing a commoner into the royal line.
Until someone of royal blood is put on the throne, there will never be an heir.
It seems the royal line of Calenhad has been broken for good, no?
There's a nasty rumor going around that the Grey Wardens are evil and that they worship the archdemon.
They're the ones that <emp>caused</emp> the Blight!
They were getting upset, see, that there was no use for them anymore... so they summoned up the archdemon to do their bidding.
It would explain a great many things.
I'm hearing many tales of corpses clawing out of their graves all over.
Not just people, either.
Animals too.
Just yesterday, a farmer told me about the kitten his daughter had buried behind his barn.
Little thing came back to life and crawled up, mewling as loud as you please.
His daughter was delighted... at least until it just about chewed her finger off.
Strange days, I tell you.
Habren, daughter of the arl of South Reach, has spent an exorbitant amount of her father's coin buying puppies.
No one knows what happens to the puppies, and she buys a new one every week.
Arlessa Isolde, the young Orlesian woman that married Arl Eamon...
I hear tell she tried to poison her husband so she could marry his brother, Bann Teagan.
Maker's honest truth.
The "crafters" of the Pearl Brothel are threatening to close their doors if they aren't finally recognized as a true guild.
Ha!
Can you imagine?
As if the men weren't blue enough!
Arl Urien wasn't truly killed at Ostagar.
His son, Lord Vaughan, hired Antivan Crows to kill his father before he ever reached the battlefield only to first be killed by a mob of elves himself.
It's said that the North Road Inn serves a shepherd's pie containing <emp>actual</emp> shepherds.
Seems the innkeeper has something against the flocks being brought too near his own fields.
Here they come!
They're almost on top of us!
We defeated them!
Thank the Maker!
The gates have fallen!
Run!
<emp>Defend the Gates</emp>
A large force of darkspawn are preparing an assault on the city gates.
Talk to the nearby army officer when you are ready.
Hold the Gates
Exit City Gates
What can I get you, then?
You going to make more trouble?
We've about all we can stand in Lothering now.
They had it coming, and they were trouble enough themselves.
So long as you're don't start more, I won't get excited.
Right, then.
Name's Danal.
Sorry I can't chat much... as you see, we've a full house.
Look around... people are sleeping on the floors and in the attic.
That's how many rooms I <emp>don't</emp> have.
That monster killed three families, torn them up like a beast.
The cage is too good for him, but it's the Chantry's idea of mercy.
The sister?
She came to Lothering a few years ago.
From Orlais, I think.
She's in here about once a week.
Not to talk, though.
She just drinks her wine and stares out the window.
Never when anyone else from the chantry is here.
She is now.
Who knows what she used to be.
She wouldn't be the first person with a past to join the clergy.
Of all the strange news... everyone is talking about some brother in Denerim claiming that the Urn of Sacred Ashes has been found!
Actually found!
I understand the Chantry is a bit skeptical, and probably won't get a chance to deal with the brother's claim until after the war is ended, but it's incredible even so, don't you think?
There's news come out of Redcliffe at last.
Seems that Arl Eamon has come down with some deadly sickness, probably the Blight, and he may even die.
If he does, that probably means no one else can stand up to Teyrn Loghain in the Landsmeet.
Rather fortunate turn for the teyrn, no?
There's wonderful news: Arl Eamon has been cured of his strange illness, and not only is he better but he's also called the nobility to Denerim to settle the succession.
Seems he's found some unknown son of Maric's, of all things, and says he should be the rightful king.
I just hope they finally get to fighting the darkspawn.
It's good that Queen Anora has been chosen to remain on the throne.
She will be a good ruler, even if Teyrn Loghain is not there to guide her hand.
Many folk are uncertain about this bastard son of Maric's being chosen for the throne.
Let us hope that Maric's blood is strong within this Alistair... he will need it.
So Queen Anora is to marry another son of Maric, is she?
Perhaps once all this business of war is done, people can turn to a coronation and a royal wedding and think of happier things.
Many are saddened by the news of Teyrn Loghain's death.
Despite what he's done, he's still the man who freed Ferelden from the Orlesians with King Maric.
Nobody will forget that.
Some folks are angry that Teyrn Loghain was allowed to become a Grey Warden, considering what he's done.
Some of the bannorn are still saying he should hang.
I think most people are relieved, though.
Loghain is a hero who saved us from the Orlesians with King Maric, and we'll never forget that.
The dwarves have themselves a new king, I understand.
One chosen by a Grey Warden too, if you can believe it.
A lot of people are hoping this means they will help us fight the darkspawn now.
Have you heard the startling news out of the mage's tower?
The templars say they were forced to cleanse it... <emp>Every</emp> mage was slain!
Seems that with all the chaos, demons were able to take over the tower.
Terrible business.
I know the mages bring it on themselves, but I still can't help feeling sorry for the bastards.
There's news out of the mage tower that the Circle of Magi had a close call.
Demons got out, but the mages were able to overcome them... though not without a lot of damage.
I know mages bring such terror upon themselves, but I have to admit I'm glad that we'll still have magic to wield against the darkspawn.
Word out of the Brecilian Forest has it that an entire tribe of Dalish elves were slaughtered... by <emp>werewolves</emp>.
Yes, you heard that right. <emp>Actual werewolves</emp>.
And that's not it, either.
I hear some of these beasts actually came out of the forest.
It's like the time of Dane all over again.
I didn't even think werewolves existed!
I've heard some strange word out of the Brecilian Forest that Dalish elves are being called together to form some kind of army.
And it's to <emp>help</emp> us, not attack us.
Doesn't that beat all?
When I first heard that, I thought for sure we were done for.
There's a rumor going around that Teyrn Loghain was being paid by Tevinter slavers who were taking elves from the Denerim Alienage.
It can't be true!
Why would Teyrn Loghain do such a thing?
The thought of slavers here in Ferelden... it seems almost barbaric.
I don't know what to tell you.
Nothing I can think of at the moment.
When Teyrn Loghain marched by, he left those fellows behind to look for Grey Wardens.
I suppose that's you?
I have no qualm with you, whatever the teyrn says.
My grandfather served.
Your secret's safe with me.
Luck speed your way.
Well, those boys were trouble themselves, to tell the truth.
If keeping you drunk makes you calm and happy, drinks are on the house.
What can I get you, stranger?
Right.
I'll show you around.
Hmm.
I suppose since you told me about you being a Grey Warden, it's only fitting for me to be as open.
I am originally from Orzammar, the famed dwarven city that lies beneath the stately Frostback mountains.
I was a merchant there too...
Merchant Caste.
These things are in the blood, you know.
You can't just leave them behind.
I ran a fairly successful business.
Rare artifacts, you know; old things, grand things... the nobles loved them.
Reminded them of the lost glory days, I suppose.
Our kingdoms once spanned the length of Thedas, from majestic Orzammar to Kal Sharok to glittering Darmallon far to the west.
They say the gold and silver veins ran so thick through the stone of Darmallon that the entire city sparkled...
The darkspawn took it all, of course.
One by one the old thaigs fell.
And then all that was left was Orzammar.
But, we were talking about how I ended up here, weren't we?
So, as I said, things were going well.
But good things must come to an end.
One day a noblewoman came to my store.
She looked around for a bit and then started shrieking in dismay.
Apparently, she believed that a pair of bracers I had for sale once belonged to her brother.
He'd been lost in a cave-in, you see, while on an expedition to clear out the darkspawn from one of the tunnels running close to the city.
"They were made specially for him!
They're unique!" she shrieked. "He stole them from my poor brother's corpse!"
She had me arrested on the spot, of course.
Nobles, they're touchy like that.
Well, <emp>I</emp> didn't steal them. <desc>Sigh</desc> You see, I had been paying these casteless thugs to venture out into the Deep Roads for me.
The lost thaigs... they're full of things that people left behind.
Sometimes you can find a treasure--something worth a little gold.
To the nobles it is.
They believe everything in the thaigs belongs to the house that once dwelled there, even if it's in ruins and they haven't seen it in generations.
The noblewoman, she wasn't too happy with the... "theft" of her brother's bracers.
I don't know what they planned for me and I didn't want to find out.
Bribed the guard that was watching me and took off for the surface first opportunity I got.
Never looked back.
Yes, here I am.
Now, is there anything the boy or I can get you?
I thank the Stone every single day.
You know, she said that exact same thing in that exact same tone...
And now you're up here, on the surface.
I shan't pry then.
But where were we?
Oh, the bracers.
Just a little bit.
But what was I saying before?
Oh, the bracers.
Then you know whereof I speak, don't you?
Ah yes, your brand.
You know what I'm talking about, don't you?
Anyway, the woman, as I said, accused me of stealing the bracers.
You can think that if you wish, if that gives you comfort.
But some of us prefer to look at things as they are, and see the truth.
Well, if you're really interested, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you.
Oh, nothing so unusual and so interesting as you and your companions, I'm sure.
Dwarven merchants are common enough on these roads, aren't they?
Look, we... we don't rob people, all right?
We don't take things from people that need them.
The things in the lost thaigs... what good did they do lying there?
I brought them back to Orzammar where people could look at them and remember.
It's not all that different up here.
There are places long-abandoned by the humans everywhere... even more now, with the darkspawn coming.
Don't get all indignant with me.
I hate the darkspawn as much as anyone.
People flee from the Blight, with good reason.
But they forget things.
Things with value and meaning.
They leave them behind because they're frightened and desperate.
And sometimes my boy and I... we find our way to these places before the horde descends and we save these things.
I take them away so the darkspawn don't get them.
Is that so bad?
They destroy everything they touch...
That's what I tell myself too.
Ah, these are dark times indeed.
Dark times, my friend.
No, of course not.
And when it ends, I will go back to finding ruins.
Or move on.
I don't really have much of a choice.
Ahh, I was worried you might say that.
But I understand.
Good day then, and may the Maker smile fortune on you.
<desc>Sigh</desc> With the mages slain, it will be some time before there will be new goods made.
Thankfully, the templars are willing to sell me what they can scavenge.
I don't suppose you'd be interested in a purchase while you're here?
Wonderful!
The selection's not all that good right now, but trust me... you won't find some of these things anywhere else!
The tower has been reopened!
Business is flowing once again!
Care to sample my wares, hm?
Hello again, friend.
Interested in something?
Oh?
Certainly I do.
Let me think...
As you like.
Fare you well.
How do you do, my friend?
I don't suppose you'd be interested in some goods?
Waiting, it seems.
I come back here every couple of days, and here I wait.
Mostly items made by the Tranquil here at the tower... mind you, that means I haven't a great deal of stock at the moment.
Most of my business is with the Circle, you see.
I supply things they need, and take away goods from the Tranquil at prices better than most get from them elsewhere.
Until this whole business is resolved, however, I suppose I'm stuck.
Blasted unlucky of me, really.
I hope this doesn't take too long.
A customer?
Wonderful!
It will be a relief to do some business instead of sitting around and waiting for the tower to open up again.
Sorry about the mess...
I don't suppose you have any rooms?
What do you know about the caged qunari outside the village?
What do you know about this Leliana person?
Are you sure she's a sister?
Have you heard any rumors?
Who were those men I fought, exactly?
Yes, it is.
You'll keep that to yourself.
I'll be going.
I'm not here to make trouble.
And what if I am?
Let me see what you have.
So what's your story, exactly?
Lost glory?
Isn't that stealing?
And now, here you are.
Fascinating story.
Thank you.
You're quite lucky to have done so well.
Better to do something with them than leave them to rot.
You stole from the thaigs of the noble houses?
How dare you?
And did you steal them?
Well, I can understand why she was upset.
I used to be a noble.
It's nothing you need to know about.
You are right.
We are a terrible lot, aren't we?
My brother betrayed me and had me exiled.
Our glory isn't lost.
But where do these goods come from?
Not the Deep Roads.
I suppose it's better than having the darkspawn take it all.
The Blight will not last forever.
Everyone has to make a living somehow.
You disgust me.
I never want to see you again.
You opportunistic scoundrel.
You didn't mention your son in your tale.
Let me see your wares, Bodahn.
I think it's time for you to go.
Yes, let me see what you have.
Let me see your goods.
You must hear some news in your travels?
What are you doing out here?
What do you sell, exactly?
Sure, let me see what you have.
The City
Cultist Medallion
A very large bronze disk, bearing the symbol of Andraste.
Thank the Maker my brother and his family made it out of Lothering.
He said that the darkspawn attacked it the very next day.
The darkspawn took Lothering, did they?
I don't know.
I expect so, since there was no one there to stop them.
Well, it won't be much longer until those monsters get here.
There doesn't seem to be anyone fighting them now.
So Teyrn Loghain is the new regent?
Isn't that a good thing?
I heard that he may have had something to do with the king's death.
But I thought darkspawn killed the king.
That doesn't make any sense!
It's probably political nonsense.
We'll be lucky if they don't burn down the entire country fighting over the throne.
So how is it that Teyrn Loghain survived when even the Grey Wardens didn't make it out of that place down south?
I heard he saw just in time what those Grey Wardens were doing and saved his men.
He's a hero, that's what he is.
Too bad he couldn't save poor King Cailan.
Blast those Grey Wardens!
They deserve what they got, and more!
I'll say.
First they drag the king down there, and then they throw him to the wolves?
It's no wonder it all went bad.
Did you see the new recruiters out?
I'd keep your voice down, if I were you.
They're pressing anyone who can hold a sword into service.
The teyrn wants a new army, but is it to fight them darkspawn?
Or those nobles shouting against him?
I've no idea, but I'm sure not about to raise my hand, if you catch my meaning.
Not after what happened down south.
They should round up anyone speaking against the queen and arrest them, they should!
Well, they're not speaking against the queen so much as against her father.
Teyrn Loghain is treating free men like they're his servants, I hear.
We got a horde of darkspawn sitting on our doorstep, don't we?
Maybe now isn't the time to go picking nits.
You don't have to tell me.
I'm just saying them fellows probably got their reasons, is all.
Someone ought to put a stop to this fighting.
There's going to be a civil war, if this keeps up.
Well, who?
The queen isn't stopping it.
And I don't think Arl Eamon has said anything.
He wasn't even at the Landsmeet.
Isn't that queer?
If anyone could make some sense out of all this, it's Arl Eamon.
I heard from someone that he maybe's come down with something.
The Blight, even.
Ohhh, that's not good.
Maker bless him, that's the last thing we need.
They got a new teyrn of Denerim, I hear.
A teyrn of Denerim?
Shouldn't it be an arl?
Not anymore.
A fellow from Highever, Arl Howe, got the position.
Right hand of the regent, they say.
I guess he's Teyrn Howe now, no?
I got no clue.
Seems like a queer time to be handing out promotions, but maybe they got dead people to replace.
Maybe enough people die and one of us can be the new king of squat!
Hear, hear! <desc>Laughs</desc>
Looks like the fighting has finally started.
Too much to hope they'd work it out, I guess.
I hear Bann Bronach got his helmet handed to him.
Of course he did!
Teyrn Loghain is out there leading the troops, he is.
Well, I guess that's... good.
It's a victory, right?
I hear there's been more fighting.
The queen is determined to see this through, isn't she?
My brother says he's leaving for the Free Marches.
Says Ferelden is done for.
Much more of this and I may have to agree with him.
I hear the regent is saying that any bann that doesn't do what he tells them is going to get trounced.
I don't believe that!
I heard it plain as day.
They have to fall in line and fight the darkspawn, or he'll make an example.
That's the word he used.
That don't sound very Fereldan at all, if you ask me.
Big battle out by Winter's Breath, I hear.
So it seems.
I got a cousin in Bann Farhen's army, too.
Haven't heard if he's alive yet or not.
Probably not.
Teyrn Loghain carved through them like a hot knife, I hear.
That isn't good news.
Poor sods.
You know what the butcher told me today?
There's a Grey Warden loose.
Really?
And he hasn't been arrested?
Seems he's making an army.
Maybe you shouldn't lap up everything your butcher says.
You know what the regent reminds me of, the way he's acting?
The Orlesians.
Pap always said they were tyrants, and needed a good boot.
I wouldn't say that out loud.
Call Loghain an Orlesian and you're asking for a trip to the dungeon.
You hear about those hunters from Oswin?
The regent strung them up.
Like foxes.
He didn't!
He did.
And he's proud of it, too.
Says that the other bannorn are going to get the same.
So I spoke to this hunter the other day, and you know what he says?
Best be careful.
Darkspawn are coming.
Maker's blessing to you.
Err... don't mind us.
Just talk, that's all.
Greetings, m'lord.
Greetings, m'lady.
I can't believe that.
That's not right.
You heard about the revolt in Oswin?
Got put down by the regent, I heard.
That's what he'd like you to think, I bet.
Well, I wouldn't talk about it too loudly.
Look, someone's listening...
So?
What did your uncle say?
Is he doing what you said?
Shhh!
Not so loud!
So who's listening?
I don't see any soldiers around, do you?
I'm tired of whispering!
Look, I'll tell you about it later.
Not while you're yelling about, that's for sure.
Another victory for the regent at Iachus Valley, so everyone is saying.
That just about settles it, then, doesn't it?
The queen will have the bannorn all lined up soon.
How should I know?
I'm no high and mighty lord sitting in the Landsmeet, am I?
There was a riot in Highever last night.
Spoke to a merchant who just came from there.
I heard there was another in Gwaren.
Folks are angry, that's for sure.
I'm angry!
What the regent's done, that just isn't right.
You can't go treating Fereldan lords like lackeys.
Maybe so.
Should talk about it after the darkspawn are done.
Maybe the regent isn't the only one who can do something about the darkspawn, you ever think of that?
Should we be... wait.
Someone's listening.
You sure?
I'm nervous as a cat in a kennel.
We're asking for trouble.
Quiet!
We haven't done anything... yet.
So what does a darkspawn look like, anyhow?
You ever seen one?
Can't say I want to.
We're probably going to see plenty, sooner or later.
I say later.
Much later.
So can you surrender to a darkspawn?
Do they take prisoners?
I hear they eat you.
I heard they just got slaves.
Take you underground and make you work.
You ever hear of any ex-slave?
They just get sick and die, I bet.
Hmm.
You may be right.
No surrender, then.
Some fellow in the tavern said that the darkspawn turn folks into ghouls.
What's a ghoul?
Something like an abomination, maybe.
Oh!
Well that isn't good.
Hear your daughter came down with the Blight?
No, it was my brother's daughter.
Terrible.
Garrison came to take her away.
Maker's breath!
We're all going to get sick with it!
So where are the Orlesians?
They got armies, don't they?
They could come kill those darkspawn.
You really want Orlesians in Ferelden again?
If they got enough armies, I'd rather have them here than the darkspawn.
I hear ya.
I heard that they aren't letting the Orlesians in.
No Orlesians, no Grey Wardens.
We have to fight the darkspawn on our own.
Well that's stupid!
Who thought of that?
No idea.
The regent, I expect.
Probably would rather see Ferelden overrun by darkspawn than them painted Orlesian fops.
Hmm.
Might have a point, there.
The wife has been pressing me.
Says we should take what money we have and try and get on a ship.
You think you got enough to actually book passage?
Not with what those scoundrels are charging now.
I keep telling her we'll just be sold on the Tevinter slave market.
Rather a slave than darkspawn food.
Not me.
I'd rather be eaten.
No one's going to own this Fereldan.
How long before the darkspawn get here, you think?
I don't know.
The second everyone begins running, I'm joining them.
I know what you mean.
Nobody knows anything.
And who would fight those monsters if they did come?
I hear that there are Grey Wardens who are going to battle the darkspawn yet.
Sounds like wishful thinking.
No, it's true!
I know a fellow who met one.
Said he was seven feet tall, and could tear down a house with his bare hands.
Hmm.
That <emp>does</emp> sound like a Grey Warden all right.
Maybe there's cause to hope yet?
Did you hear?
Andraste's Ashes have been found!
Here in Ferelden, too.
Bah!
Mother Vorlyn said that's just some hoax.
Mother Vorlyn is a half-blind old cow.
Everyone knows Andraste came from Ferelden.
It makes sense they'd bring Her Ashes back here.
Hmph.
Those Ashes are so old, they'd be dust by now.
I don't believe any of it.
You hear about this son of Maric?
Some bastard from Redcliffe, I hear.
Are we supposed to be impressed?
If Arl Eamon's standing up for him, I'd say we should be.
Hmph.
I don't know why Arl Eamon is complicating things.
I thought he would calm all this fighting down, not make everyone even more upset.
Maybe what he says is true.
You ever think of that?
Some folks came in yesterday with crazy stories about Redcliffe.
You hear about that?
Something about the dead rising and killing everyone in Redcliffe?
And Arl Eamon nearly dead from some illness?
Crazy, isn't it?
Sounds like the end times.
Maker's breath, as if we don't have enough to worry about.
Arl Eamon would back up Teyrn Loghain if he were right, I know he would.
Did you speak to that knight yesterday?
Said he was from Redcliffe.
He talked to everyone in the tavern.
How are we supposed to know where the Urn of Sacred Ashes is?
Might as well ask us how to get to the moon.
He said that all the Redcliffe knights were looking for it.
As if they didn't have anything better to do; I don't get it.
So this Grey Warden didn't become king after all?
Maric's bastard?
Well, apparently they left the decision up to the other Grey Warden.
The hero.
Hmm.
Maybe they just should have made <emp>him</emp> the new king.
Hmm.
Maybe they just should have made that Grey Warden the new queen.
So who's this Grey Warden they put on the throne?
A son of Maric, I hear?
Seems that way.
Bastard son, too.
You suppose there's other bastards out there?
Probably.
Old Maric spent most of his years fighting the damned Orlesians.
Soldiers get like that.
A Grey Warden king.
Yesterday they were murderers; today they're kings.
Go figure.
So... the queen is going to marry Cailan's brother?
His half-brother.
Doesn't that make him her half-brother?
He's not anything to her.
Except her husband, I guess.
And a Grey Warden, too.
Loghain isn't dead.
It's not true, is it?
My sister told me about that.
Unless it wasn't him.
Maybe it's some magic trick.
Maybe all those things about him were true...
It's up to the Maker now.
If he truly was such a terrible man, the Maker will judge him in the end.
So you're telling me that Teyrn Loghain became a Grey Warden?
After all that?
That's what everyone's saying.
So he's going to fight the darkspawn after all?
I guess that works out somehow.
Well you didn't think he was going to hang, did you?
I never believed that for a second.
I hear the mages of that tower off in the middle of Lake Calenhad all up and turned into a pack of demons.
No!
What happened?
They're all dead.
Templars killed 'em, I suppose.
Well good on them, I say.
You heard about all those mages in Lake Calenhad?
They up and turned into a pack of demons.
No!
Did the templars kill them all, at least?
Nope.
I guess they got better.
More likely working with the darkspawn to take us over.
I don't even want to think about it.
Got a cousin in the templars.
He says the mages in the tower out on Lake Calenhad are all turning into demons.
They always say that, though.
Well, this time it's true.
They're not sure what to do about it yet, he says.
What's to do?
I thought you kill them?
Easier said than done.
Mages pick a fine time to go turn into demons, I tell you.
The one who talked about all the werewolves?
The very same.
Said he saw them plain as day.
Wonder what he's been drinking?
Saw the hero Dane walking beside them, too, I expect.
With Andraste following behind.
Been out to the market?
There's not much to be had.
There isn't likely to be more anytime soon, that's for sure.
I hear there isn't even really any darkspawn down south.
It's all Grey Warden work.
They're a devious lot, that's for sure.
Neighbor fled the city yesterday.
Thinking of going, myself.
Where to?
They'll stop those darkspawn soon enough, just you watch.
It's the Maker's punishment, it is.
For letting them mages keep on with their circles.
Should kill them now, just to be safe.
Maker would thank us, I bet.
So why don't them mages just whip up a spell and make those darkspawn go away?
Because they're damned useless, that's why.
The dogs were yelping all night long.
Smell of the darkspawn, they keep telling me.
Don't be an idiot.
There aren't any darkspawn here!
Yet, anyhow.
Should go out to the dwarves.
They're safe from all these darkspawn I bet.
Living underground, that's the way to go.
They won't let you in.
You'd be out of luck at their door, holding out your hat.
Bastard greedy dwarves.
I'd wager all these elves are working with the darkspawn.
They'll gladly sell us down the river.
A recruiter was here just an hour ago.
Barely dodged him.
We'll both be pressed into the militia soon enough, just you watch.
Be eaten by darkspawn before the week is over.
So what makes them Grey Wardens so special anyhow?
Anyone can pick up a sword.
If they want to kill them darkspawn, I say let them.
And Maker bless.
So I ask him, what's he got that I don't?
And you know what he says?
Your wife in his bed? <desc>Laughs</desc>
What's to be done?
What can we do?
Just keep your head down, that's what.
And your wits about you.
Let us go quickly, Warden.
I do not think we wish to be here when they discover what has happened.
Teyrn Howe is probably in his rooms.
The last door on your left.
Ah!
It took me forever to be rid of those two!
My lady, she will be forever grateful, Warden.
When and where in Denerim?
Start, at city gates
City gate, past the initial encounter and dialogs
My queen suspects she cannot trust her father.
And Loghain, he is very subtle, no?
But Rendon Howe, he is privy to all the secrets and... not so subtle.
So she goes to Howe.
A visit from the queen to the new arl of Denerim is only a matter of courtesy.
And she demands answers.
That's crazy, Howe is a lunatic.
He calls her every sort of name, "traitor" being the kindest, and locks her in a guest room.
Just get to the point of this story.
I guess that didn't go well.
What did he say?
Shianni
Elf
Defend the Alienage
<emp>Darkspawn Defeated</emp>
You have stopped the darkspawn trying to invade the elven alienage and the elves will be safe for now.
Go talk to Shianni.
<emp>Elves Safe For Now</emp>
Shianni has rewarded you for your help defending the alienage.
She has soldiers, let them free her.
<emp>Investigate the unrest in the Alienage</emp>
Queen Anora has told you about unrest in the Alienage.
She suspects that Loghain and Howe have done something to greatly upset the elves.
Investigate the Alienage and see if you can find out what Loghain has been up to.
<emp>Find the missing elves</emp>
There is a plague spreading about the Alienage.
The Tevinters are here, supposedly to help, but they are apparently taking both sick and healthy elves into quarantine, and no one ever sees them again.
Perhaps this is worth investigating.
<emp>Find the missing elves</emp>
You've learned that there is a plague spreading about the Alienage.
Men from the Tevinter Imperium are here, supposedly to help, but it seems they are taking both sick and healthy elves into quarantine, and that no one ever sees them again.
Perhaps this is worth investigating.
<emp>Find the missing elves</emp>
You played along with one of the quarantine guards and pretended to be ill.
They have taken you into the quarantine area.
You can probably locate the other elves from here.
<emp>Find the missing elves</emp>
You found a key wrapped in a note that seems to indicate something about a shipment of elves.
The key is a cheap one and looks likely to belong to an apartment here in the slums.  Perhaps Shianni would know more.
<emp>Find the missing elves</emp>
You've discovered that the missing elves have been sold into slavery by Caladrius, a Tevinter slaver.
You killed him and freed the remaining elves.  You should collect evidence for the Landsmeet.
You've discovered that the missing elves have been sold into slavery by Caladrius, a Tevinter slaver.
You have recovered evidence that shows that Loghain knew about this, and allowed it.
This evidence will certainly be useful in the Landsmeet.
Unrest in the Alienage
<emp>Defend the Alienage</emp>
The elven alienage is under attack! proceed to the gates and stop the darkspawn that are trying to get through.
Hurlock General
Loghain would allow that?
[The archdemon swoops and knocks down the bridge]
They now know she is a threat to her father's power.
I think... her life is in danger.
I heard Howe say she would be a greater ally dead than alive.
Especially if her death could be blamed on Arl Eamon. 
If the palace guard besiege Howe's estate, my lady will certainly be killed before they can reach her.
King Cailan was like a son to him, and Loghain left him to die.
Does he love Anora more?
Who can say?
Things no decent person would repeat.
<desc>Sigh</desc> We can barely keep order here in the village.
I fear if this is a trap, we are already caught in it.
They can kill Anora whether or not we act and blame her death on us.
Few would believe our word over Loghain's.
We can only defend ourselves with the queen in hand.
Oh, of course.
Forgive me.
I'm a dwarf, priest.
I will show you to the servants' entrance.
We must slip in and out with my queen before anyone is the wiser.
<emp>Speak to Merrill</emp>
Keeper Marethari has sent you to find Merrill.
Merrill is the keeper's apprentice and she is to join you in your search for Tamlen.
<emp>Speak to Hahren Paivel</emp>
The keeper has sent you to talk to Hahren Paivel.
Tamlen is lost to the clan, and Paivel must prepare a ceremony for the dead.
I will go ahead to Howe's estate.
Meet me there as soon as you can.
You have asked Paivel to perform the ceremony the keeper asked for; she will likely be able to speak with you now.
Which Origin?
I can distract the guards, but you must move quickly.
Which One? (2)
More guards patrol every hour.
If they find these two missing, they will know... how you say?
Something is amiss.
Why bother?
There's only two of them.
Wait, I need to put on my disguise.
Can't I just walk in?
I'm in uniform.
I will lure them into the courtyard.
Wait in the bushes.
The public has a right to know!
Nothing I say is provably false!
I just get paid to speak the truth.
If you have an issue, speak to my employer!
Sorry, can't talk!
A crier's work is never done!
News of the hour: Lord Bhelen endorsed by the Grey Wardens!
Darkspawn already running in fear!
News of the hour: Grey Wardens approve of Lord Bhelen's plans to deal with the darkspawn threat!
Lord Harrowmont addled and confused!
Grey Wardens present in Orzammar, endorsement of Lord Bhelen a clear statement against the backwards policies of Lord Harrowmont!
All be aware that the Grey Wardens have aligned with Lord Bhelen!
Be not afraid to follow suit!
Lord Harrowmont furious at the Grey Wardens' interference!
Claims no one can stop his plans to strip Orzammar's defenses, say insiders!
News of the hour: Lord Harrowmont proven to be working with surfacers!
His betrayal of dwarven values exposed!
News of the hour: Lord Harrowmont unable to win own battles!
Turns to Grey Wardens in desperation!
Orzammar questions Lord Harrowmont's ability to win the throne without Grey Warden assistance!
Will they fight the darkspawn for him, as well?
Rumors of Grey Warden mass recruitment of casteless circulating the commons!
Is Lord Harrowmont getting rid of the unwanted?
Grey Wardens endorse paralyzing Orzammar's military!
Lord Bhelen issues clear edict questioning their dedication to victory!
News of the hour: Lord Harrowmont entrenched in the past!
How long can he ignore that Orzammar must change to survive?
News of the hour: Support Lord Harrowmont at your own peril!
Darkspawn will overrun Orzammar within the year if he becomes king, experts say!
News of the hour: Does Lord Harrowmont think that Orzammar can hold off the dwarves forever?
The Assembly demands an answer!
News of the hour: Two more clans endorse Lord Bhelen as the new king!
Change is inevitable and it must come quickly!
News of the hour: Lord Harrowmont's insinuations against Lord Bhelen reveal the truth.
Could Harrowmont be the true cause of King Endrin's death?
Shocking allegations!
Raise your voice in favor of Lord Bhelen!
He will bring us change and prosperity!
Lord Bhelen is the voice of change and defense!
Lord Harrowmont is the voice of stagnation and ruin!
"A new offensive is required against the darkspawn," says Lord Bhelen! 
Lord Bhelen's impending marriage to a casteless proves his dedication to change!
No dwarf is without worth, he has been heard to say!
Lord Harrowmont said to have kicked casteless in the street.
Does he respect none beneath his station?
Lord Harrowmont is a, errrr, weak man!
And he will be a weak king!
Yes!
News of the hour: Lord Bhelen victorious!
Lord Harrowmont arrested and ridiculed in the streets!
News of the hour: All hail King Bhelen Aeducan!
The worthiest dwarf has ascended to the throne!
News of the hour: Lord Harrowmont arrested, thrown into prison awaiting execution!
Epic fail!
News of the hour: Supporters of disgraced Lord Harrowmont take to the streets!
Pandemonium increases by 10%!
News of the hour: Bhelen is king!
Future of Orzammar secure!
Mine is an honorable task, and I shall drown out anyone who claims otherwise!
News of the hour: Lord Harrowmont endorsed by the honorable Grey Wardens!
Lord Bhelen furious!
News of the hour: Lord Bhelen's claims that Lord Harrowmont soft on darkspawn proven false by alliance with Grey Wardens!
Grey Wardens present in Orzammar, endorsement of Lord Harrowmont a blow against Lord Bhelen!
All be aware that the Grey Wardens have aligned with Lord Harrowmont!
Be not afraid to follow suit!
Lord Bhelen swears revenge on Grey Wardens!
He is like a mad surfacer dog, say insiders!
News of the hour: Lord Bhelen proven to be working with surfacers!
Dedication to dwarven values questioned!
News of the hour: Lord Bhelen, unable to win own battles, relies on Grey Wardens!
Orzammar questions Lord Bhelen's ability to win the throne without Grey Warden assistance.
Can he rule without them, as well?
Rumors of Grey Warden demon worship circulate!
Is Lord Bhelen supported by demon worshippers?
Grey Wardens endorse anarchy in Orzammar!
Support Lord Harrowmont and his stand for true dwarven values!
News of the hour: Lord Bhelen promises radical changes that will offend the ancient Paragons!
Have our traditions no value?
News of the hour: Support Lord Bhelen at your peril!
Evidence suggests Lord Bhelen considering widespread military draft!
News of the hour: Is Lord Bhelen considering a dissolution of the ancient clans?
He refuses to comment in the Assembly!
News of the hour: Three more clans endorse Lord Harrowmont as the true voice of the dwarven folk!
Is Paragon-hood far behind?
News of the hour: Questions remain as to Lord Bhelen's involvement in King Endrin's death?
Possibility of patricide scandal shocking!
Raise your voice in support of Lord Harrowmont!
The one true king of Orzammar, and our future savior!
Lord Harrowmont is the voice of tradition and stability!
Lord Bhelen is the voice of anarchy and ruin!
Could the end of Orzammar be nigh?
Turn to Lord Harrowmont and assure the future of dwarven society!
Questions arise regarding Lord Bhelen's impending marriage to a casteless commoner!
Favoritism to the casteless suspected!
Lord Bhelen suspected of personally defacing statues of the Paragons!
Shocking allegations abound!
Lord Bhelen is a... bad, bad man!
Yes!
Very bad!
News of the hour: Lord Harrowmont victorious!
Lord Bhelen pathetic and dead!
A good day for Orzammar!
News of the hour: All hail King Pyral Harrowmont!
The worthiest dwarf has ascended!
News of the hour: Lord Bhelen attacks the Assembly and is ignominiously slain!
Epic fail!
News of the hour: Supporters of disgraced Lord Bhelen take to the streets!
Pandemonium increases by ten percent!
News of the hour: Harrowmont is king!
What more need be said?
Prince Bhelen was pleased with your performance and has rewarded you for dealing with Jarvia and her carta.
<emp>Speak with Prince Bhelen when you are ready</emp>
You told Prince Bhelen that you would speak with him again when you are ready to do what he wants of you.
You failed to eliminate Jarvia and her criminal carta.
<emp>Return to Prince Bhelen</emp>
You have killed Jarvia and wiped out most of the carta.
Return to Prince Bhelen and tell him the good news.
Hurry.
My lady does not have much time.
These two know who is allowed to come and go.
They will not be fooled.
But the uniform should work on most of those inside.
Chanter's Board
<emp>Eliminate Jarvia and plant incriminating papers on her body</emp>
Vartag Gavorn says you should eliminate Jarvia, as Harrowmont has asked.
However, once that is done, you are to plant papers in Jarvia's personal effects on or near her corpse that link her operation to one of Harrowmont's relatives.
Vartag was pleased with what you did, and Prince Bhelen consented to speak with you.
You failed to deal with Jarvia and her carta.
<emp>Return to Vartag</emp>
You killed Jarvia and eliminated most of her carta.
The evidence linking the carta to House Harrowmont has also been planted.
It is time to return to Vartag.
You refused Vartag Gavorn's request to eliminate Jarvia and plant evidence that shows that Harrowmont had ties to the carta.
<emp>Plant the papers on Jarvia's body</emp>
Jarvia is dead, along with most of her carta.
Now it is time to plant the false evidence.
<emp>Find Paragon Branka for Prince Bhelen</emp>
Prince Bhelen Aeducan wants you to venture into the Deep Roads and locate Branka, the Paragon smith, who has been missing for two years.
They followed Branka's trail to Caridin's Cross before it went cold.
You should start there.
<emp>Decide if you will help Bhelen find Paragon Branka and inform him of your intent</emp>
Prince Bhelen Aeducan wants you to venture into the Deep Roads and locate Branka, the Paragon smith, who has been missing for two years.
They followed Branka's trail to Caridin's Cross before it went cold.
You said you needed time to consider this.
You found Branka, but in the end betrayed Bhelen.
<emp>Return to Orzammar</emp>
With the Paragon's crown in hand, it is time to return to Orzammar to crown her king.
The chanter rewarded you for killing the Blighted bears.
<emp>Cull the infected bears</emp>
You read on the chanter's board about some Blight-infected bears to the north of Lothering causing trouble for the villagers.
The chanter will pay one sovereign to anyone who manages to slay these bears.
When Bears Attack
You should leave your... walking statue... thing... behind.
It will never escape notice.
Ah, then forgive me for being presumptuous.
You must be mistaken.
We've never met.
<emp>Find and eliminate Jarvia</emp>
Prince Bhelen wants you to eliminate the leader of the criminal carta, Jarvia.
No one knows where Jarvia's hideout is, but you should be able to find clues to her whereabouts in Dust Town.
Oh!
You must come!
I saw something!
By the fountain!
I think it was a darkspawn!
Please hurry.
Darkspawn?
They will drag us all underground to be eaten!
Should we call for help?
Did you fall off a cart full of stupid?
Call for help?
So they can see us act like scared little girls because of some knife-eared wench?
Guard
I told you there wouldn't be anything.
Over there!
What was that!
I don't see anything...
It was here!
It was right where you stand now!
Maker, I can't believe this...
They will eat us all alive!
Please!
Get help!
If there is something out there and we don't sound the alarm, we'll look worse than scared.
Andraste's holy knickers!
Fine, we'll check the courtyard, if it'll keep you from wetting yourself.
But there's nothing there.
Thank you!
Oh!
It was over here!
Quickly!
Look, girl, there's clearly nothing here.
It was here!
Right he-- <desc>gasps</desc> What was that?!
Look at this mess!
The gardeners will be furious...
Terrible, terrible...
What are you talking about?
It looks fine.
The lavender, it has been trampled to nothing!
And the thyme... ah!
It is unbearable!
The darkspawn care for nothing!
You have to be joking...
This is stupid.
I'm going back to my post.
There!
There!
In the border!
I don't see anything.
Wait, that bush is moving...
For the hundredth time, his lordship isn't seeing anyone.
You'll have to come back tomorrow.
No!
The Carpenters' Crafthall has had enough of Howe's conveniently busy schedule!
We will not be put off again!
Nor will the stonemasons'!
It's been a month since we've seen so much as a coin of Howe's for our work!
His lordship is much engaged with the regent.
He will hear your complaints as soon as he has the time--
Our numbers are too few.
We cannot throw men at the castle walls when they are needed to protect the village.
You're wasting your breath.
And when will that be?
At the dawn of the next age?
Our people have families to feed; they can't wait forever on the teyrn's whim!
His lordship--
Oh, for the love of Lady Andraste!
Just leave, the lot of you!
Standing out here whining isn't getting the door opened for you.
We won't stand for this!
Yes.
I... question Isolde's decision to send so many knights in search of this relic, but I am a practical man whereas she is a woman of great faith.
Quest?
Diseased Bear
Don't think we won't take this to the Black Hall!
Tell it to the arbiters, for Andraste's sake!
We don't care!
It lifts my spirits to see you here, dear boy, and my hope for tonight is renewed.
Now, perhaps you could persuade your companion to make a stand with us here tonight?
We're not going anywhere until we see Howe!
I can help you drive them back.
Of course not.
You are here to see Eamon.
Unfortunately, that is not possible.
He has been ill and... he may be dead for all we know.
I am not here to talk about Loghain.
Yes, you are.
The guard will remove you from the estate by force, if need be.
Does he think the regent will protect him from the Crafthalls?
He's a fool, then.
We built this palace of his; we can take it apart, as well.
We know he's in there!
Send him out to answer for himself!
I am on my way.
Keep yelling.
I'm sure that'll convince him.
We'll appeal to the queen!
Do it, then, and get off our grounds!
We've already told you to be off!
Don't make us set the dogs on you.
And I can't imagine how terrible it must be for Arlessa Isolde and especially Connor.
I would not want him to lose his father at such a young age.
You must be careful now.
The servants, they will not look closely at anyone in uniform.
All guards are alike to a cook, no?
But you should not draw attention to yourself.
You are certain you will not wear the disguise?
The servants here, they have no love for Howe, but they will be frightened by strangers bursting in.
There is a secret passage here, in the mill, accessible only to my family.
I knew you would choose to enter the castle instead of staying in the village... and we needed warriors.
I'm sorry if I--
I had no idea what lurked in the castle!
And I couldn't abandon the people of the village!
What if--
No, I do not.
I arrived recently myself, having heard the news.
I know as much as you do, now.
I would not like to think that anyone would... wish this on my brother.
He is a good man, and much-loved by the people of Redcliffe.
Why didn't you enter the castle in the first place?
And don't you think someone might benefit from this?
Most of the guards are new.
They will not know you for a stranger at a glance.
It is best you keep your distance from all of them and try to blend in.
I don't owe you an explanation.
I doubt you would have decided to stay and help if I had told you.
Perhaps I should have gone into the castle earlier... but I could not leave the villagers--
That's convenient.
I'm not afraid of cooks and chambermaids.
I will seek out this Urn.
Well, not the entire Urn... just some ashes.
Thank you.
I am grateful for your eagerness to help restore my husband.
Find Brother Genitivi--the scholar--in Denerim.
He has been researching the Urn's location for several years now.
The knights that returned say that they were unable to find Genitivi, but perhaps the Maker will lead you to him.
I would rather not rely on superstition and legend but Isolde believed that the relic would cure Eamon and I am desperate.
There is a scholar in Denerim--Brother Genitivi.
He has been trying to discover the Urn's location for several years now.
The knights were unable to locate him, but perhaps you can do better than they.
Hold up!
Hello!
I have to go.
Ma serannas!
Bleh!
Come here, will you?
That sounds fun!
You're stupid.
I'm going to tell the others on you!
She is in a guest room off the main hall.
They are little threat to you, no?
But they will call for the guards when they see you, and soon the whole house will know you are here.
You will have to be quick.
Where's Anora?
Andraste guide us.
I'm sure.  No disguise for me.
Then I would appreciate it if you did not bother those of us who would help.
<desc>Sigh</desc> No entry, by order of the teyrn.
I'm glad you've decided to help after all.
No, you can't see Teyrn Howe.
Life is terribly unfair, travesty of justice, blah, blah.
Just leave.
No visitors.
Come back another day.
This kitchen is a disgrace!
How did the old arl's servants ever cook anything in here?
No one ever said the Kendells had any sense.
For Andraste's sake, don't speak ill of the dead!
This roast is going to be charred on one side.
There's no help for it, we'll just trim it, and feed the scraps to the dogs.
What do we need all these buckets for?
They're in the way.
They're for immersion.
Baedon, fetch me the celery root from the larder.
Quickly, child!
We're late with dinner as it is!
Mirror Chamber
Cave Entrance
Bowmaker's Aravel
Keeper Marethari's Aravel
Cooking Pit
Hunters' Aravel
Halla Pen
Merrill's Aravel
Storage Aravel
Central Fire
Children's Aravel
Head Cook
Cook
Scullion
There's not much time before sundown.
Shouldn't you be checking to see if Owen has a stash we could use?
Shouldn't you be trying to reason with Owen?
I'll be back.
I need to check on something.
What is it now?
Haven't Grey Wardens asked more than enough of the Circle?
<emp>I</emp> simply came to deliver a message from the revered mother, ser mage.
She desires your presence.
What her Reverence "desires" is of no concern to me!
I am busy helping the Grey Wardens--by the king's orders, I might add!
Should I have asked her to write a note?
Tell her I will not be harassed in this manner!
Yes, <emp>I</emp> was harassing <emp>you</emp> by delivering a message.
Your glibness does you no credit.
Here I thought we were getting along so well.
I was even going to name one of my children after you... the grumpy one.
Enough!
I will speak to the woman if I must!
Get out of my way, fool!
Is there anything else?
We just need to know if Owen had anything useful hidden away.
I hope Owen has a change of heart.
If we can get some good weapons, we might actually live to see tomorrow.
I just hope I'm alive tomorrow morning.
Is there anything else I can do?
I'd like to talk about Dwyn.
The captain likes you!
I heard him talking to the chamberlain.
Hush, Estan.
Don't spread tales.
Yes?
What's he up to now?
<emp>Gather the mages of the Circle for your army</emp>
The Circle of Magi is a group of powerful mages.
If you can enlist their help, they will prove formidable against the darkspawn.
The Circle Tower is situated on Lake Calenhad.
I'm not here to chat.
What can I do to help?
Erlina, where have you been?
The housekeeper says you're wanted at the palace.
I had errands to run for my lady.
...
What did he say?
So you've time for idle gossip, have you?
Why didn't anyone tell me the empress of Orlais was working in my kitchen?
Sorry, ma'am.
Tell me after dinner.
Her Majesty's been quiet as a mouse all day.
And Teyrn Howe says she's to take dinner in her room!
Is she well?
She is... indisposed.
Not to worry.
Erlina
Are you making fun of me?
But I suggest you get on with your business.
I will be watching you carefully, stranger, Grey Warden or no.
Shhh!
You'll draw attention to us.
Warden, I would be more than happy to chat to you once I'm out of this room.
The Grey Warden is here, my lady.
Thank the Maker!
I would greet you properly, but I'm afraid we've had... a setback.
Hurry up, we need to get out of here.
What sort of setback?
How do I know you're really Queen Anora?
Yes, about that... 
My "host" was not content with leaving me under heavy guard.
He's sealed the door by magic.
How am I supposed to answer that?
Shall I try to shove my crown under the door?
Do you think the royal family has a secret knock?
I only returned myself because I was passing by Redcliffe and heard the news of strange attacks.
Why didn't you mention this before, Erlina?
How do we open it?
Great, now what?
Have you spoken to the revered mother yourself?
<desc>You deftly pick the lock on the door.</desc>
<act>Pick the lock on the door.</act>
<desc>You fail to pick the lock.
It is now hopelessly jammed.</desc>
I did not know!
There were only guards here when I left.
Find the mage who cast the spell.
He'll most likely be at Howe's side.
We must get her out of there!
Here we are.
I am somewhat amazed at myself for having kept it in place this long.
It made me very weary at times, but I had to stay strong, to keep us safe.
Be prepared for anything.
I do not know what manner of beasts lurk beyond this barrier.
All right.
Be on your guard...
I suppose it would be prudent to take some time to plan our strategy.
I must say, you seem very familiar to me.
Did I not see you at Ostagar?
I saw you in the camp, with Duncan and some other men.
Grey Wardens.
You are one of them, are you not?
And you too are a Grey Warden, are you not, young ser?
Yes, ma'am, you are correct.
And please call me Alistair.
I am pleased to meet you, Alistair.
I am sorry for... what happened to your comrades.
It was terrible to behold.
Loghain turned his back on the king and the Wardens.
He is a strategist and must have known the darkspawn would overcome them.
All those lives lost...
And Uldred was there.
If I find out he knew Loghain was planning this, I'll... well, I won't elaborate.
It's perfectly all right to think about the many indignities you plan to inflict on your enemies, but to talk about it... well, that would be un-ladylike.
We should get going, unless you have something else to say.
Oh, yes.
He will get what's coming to him eventually, if I have any say in the matter.
Yes, I did.
I am sure of it now.
Yes?
Is there something you wish to discuss?
If not, we should hurry.
Time is of the essence.
Yes.
It was so real, I could even remember their screams, terrible screams.
Thank you for taking me from that.
The images are fading from my mind as we speak.
I think I will be all right.
Adralla was a bard in the service of Divine Clemence I during the second Exalted March.
The Schism had split the Chantry into the one we know and the Imperial Chantry, in Tevinter.
There was much mistrust of the Tevinter Imperium at this time, as you can imagine.
Even though the Imperial Chantry had forbade blood magic, the Chantry--our Chantry--did not believe them.
After all, many of the Tevinter mages, and even their magister lords, had used blood magic with impunity throughout history.
Together with the help of the Chantry and its templars, Adralla wrote the Litany, to protect against the mind-controlling abilities of blood mages.
I don't see why it shouldn't.
Reciting the Litany breaks any existing mind control and prevents future attempts at domination from being successful.
It is just a spell, like any other spell.
Any mage should be able to recite it.
All you need to know then about the Litany is that it protects one from blood mage mind control.
I suppose you would not have had much contact with him.
Uldred...
It's uncharitable of me to speak this way, but I never liked him.
He was a squirrelly, twitchy sort of person.
He never mentored the apprentices, never taught.
He didn't seem to care much for the Circle, only his own advancement.
Call it women's intuition.
I'm sure Uldred has some redeeming qualities.
He probably has a perfectly good reason for not displaying them.
Perhaps I am.
But he's done nothing to endear me to him.
You have seen the demons, haven't you?
We will doubtless see more of those.
But I fear the abominations more.
They are no longer human and are driven only by their lust for destruction.
Your confidence is both inspiring and disturbing.
I hope you're right.
I am old, but there's fight left in me yet.
At the very least, I should be able to bend them over my knee and give them a sound spanking.
Right now?
When lives are at stake?
Perhaps we should leave that for later.
Besides, what is the point of that?
One should let one's actions speak for themselves, and let others form their own opinions.
Onward, then.
Well, have you come to a decision?
Thank you.
Alone, I would probably have fallen to the demons myself, but with your help, we have a chance for success.
You?
You've returned to the tower?
Why did the templars let you through?
Are you here to warn us?
I see you still care about the Circle and our tower.
Unfortunately, the Circle is in grave danger.
You've heard, then.
I suppose the templars would not let you in without warning you first.
They have the Right of Annulment?
Forgive me, but I am in a rather unpredictable situation and I must be wary of any new developments.
The templars have barred the doors.
They will only open them if they intend to attack us.
Is that what is happening?
It's you!
No... come no further.
Grey Warden or no, I will strike you down where you stand!
I am a mage of the Circle.
More importantly, why are you here?
The templars would not let just anyone by.
The tower is a place of learning.
Young apprentices are always here.
Why is that surprising?
But this is no time to discuss that.
Why are you here?
Why did the templars let you in?
I will accept that, for now.
But what are you doing here, then?
Stop right there!
Take another step, and I swear I will strike you down where you stand!
I am Wynne, mage of the Circle, and these children are under my protection.
Who are you, and what is your purpose here?
Have the templars opened the door?
Speak quickly--I'll have no games.
And you were told that the Circle was in no shape to help you, I suppose. 
So why did the templars let you in?
Do they plan to attack the tower now?
They sent for it, then.
I feared they might have.
What else could they do?
Is that so?
You'd think one would find a less perilous place to explore...
Then you do serve the templars as I feared.
Do they have the Right of Annulment?
The order from the grand cleric allowing the templars to completely annul a Circle.
Do they have it?
So Greagoir thinks the Circle is beyond hope.
He probably assumes we are all dead.
They abandoned us to our fate, but even trapped as we are, we have survived.
If they invoke the Right, however, we will not be able to stand against them.
If anyone could survive this, it would be the First Enchanter Irving.
It was he who told me to look after the children.
It's... a long story.
If you are here to kill abominations, let me help you. 
Ah, a long story.
It all started when I returned from Ostagar.
I was at that ill-fated battle and I survived, barely.
I was in no state to travel, so I stayed at Ostagar to recuperate and help the wounded.
Uldred, on the other hand, left for the tower almost immediately.
When I finally returned here I found that Uldred had all but convinced the Circle to join Loghain, the man who nearly destroyed us all!
I cannot fault the Circle though, Uldred had a persuasive argument, and how could they have known what happened in Ostagar?
That is my suspicion.
Uldred always wanted power; perhaps Loghain promised Uldred the position of first enchanter, once they had dealt with the Blight.
The alliance with Loghain would have been to the Circle's advantage; according to Uldred, once Loghain was in power, he would order the Chantry to give us more freedom.
Well, I told First Enchanter Irving what happened at Ostagar, explaining why it was unwise to ally with that... with Loghain.
Well, I told the First Enchanter Irving what Loghain did on the battlefield.
I revealed him for the traitorous bastard he is.
Irving said he would take care of it.
He called a meeting to confront Uldred, but something must have gone wrong.
I emerged from my quarters when I heard the screams.
They were coming from the meeting room, and it wasn't long before I saw the first abomination, running down a mage.
It deteriorated quickly then.
I found Petra first, and we were trying to fight our way to the meeting room, to help, but we came across Irving.
He was fighting a terrifying abomination and he told me to get as many as I could to safety.
I had to obey.
That was... the last time I saw Irving.
I refuse to believe it.
If anyone could survive this, it is he.
I don't know what became of Uldred, but I am certain all this is his doing.
I will not lose the Circle to one man's pride and stupidity.
I tried to help the children get out, but the doors were locked... no one responded when I called for help.
What else was I supposed to do?
I erected a barrier over the door leading to the rest of the tower, so nothing from inside could attack the children.
You will not be able to enter the tower as long as the barrier holds, but I will dispel it if you join with me to save this Circle.
Ha!
Excellent!
I'll get them riled up with a few choice taunts, and then we'll whack 'em when you nix the barrier.
What is this reckless behavior?
Will you get us all killed?
No... maybe?
I suppose a berserk hammer-flinging dwarf would serve very well to distract our attackers...
Exactly.
This one has a good head on her.
I say we keep her.
Do not fear, my good lady.
Our Grey Warden is very good at fending off attackers.
Speaking from experience here.
Yes.
Even if we cannot eliminate all the demons and abominations, together, we could lead the survivors out.
Once Greagoir sees that we have made the tower safe, I trust he will tell his men to back down.
He is not unreasonable.
Petra and Kinnon will watch them.
If we slay all the fiends we encounter on our way, none will get by to threaten the children.
You want us to assist this preachy schoolmistress?
To rescue these pathetic excuses for mages?
They allow themselves to be corralled like cattle, mindless.
Now their masters have chosen death for them and I say let them have it.
I could be here, had my mother not shielded me from the templars, so I am to show sympathy?
My mother often said that things are the way they are, because they could not have been any other way.
I always questioned this.
Do what you wish.
I care not.
Do not patronize me.
Hmph.
If that were so, why, I am sure I would have flung myself from the top of this tower years ago.
I will allow neither mind nor body be subjugated in such a dehumanizing fashion.
And that is made abundantly clear.
Of course I am right.
Save her, save them all from this half-life.
Your advisor is an apostate?
You are more dangerous than I imagined, and you will enter this tower over my dead body!
We will give you your wish, old woman!
<desc>Scoffs</desc> Have it your way.
Look at how they live, servants of the Chantry.
They lack respect for themselves and their own power.
Why should I respect them?
Petra, Kinnon... look after the others.
I will be back soon.
Wynne... are you sure you're all right?
You were so badly hurt earlier.
Maybe I should come along.
The others need your protection more.
I will be all right.
Stay here with them... keep them safe and calm.
If you are ready, let us go end this.
Your confidence is refreshing, though you should make sure it does not blind you to your weaknesses.
When that happens, I usually lay about a young upstart with my staff.
That gets the blood flowing and works the kinks out of these old joints.
No.
I know the tower, and I know what we face.
And if the Circle is indeed lost and all the mages dead, I would see this for myself.
Lives hang in the balance.
There is only one possible course of action but... consider, if you must.
True.
We have little time.
What?
But I told you there are innocent mages still alive who have nothing to do with these demons and abominations.
We can search the tower.
I will only accept the Circle's loss once I see that no one else lives.
You would... murder... your fellow mages in... in cold blood?
Why?
You... you knew these people!
Mages who are careless in their use of magic may turn into abominations.
Something must have gone wrong...
It must have, though I don't know for sure.
The creatures came from that direction, as far as I could tell.
Why are you saying this?
You are a mage--you had friends here, family.
Were your days in the tower so unbearable?
Do these children deserve death too?
Will they die by your hand?
The common good?
How can you claim the moral high ground when you propose to slaughter everyone in this tower, even these children?
There are always children in the tower.
It is a place of learning.
Or could you not imagine any survived?
You're mad if you think I'll let you lay a finger on these children.
I will fight you if you won't listen to reason.
We should gain a better understanding of the situation before rushing in, pointy-end of sword first.
I am not afraid of you.
You are one of us... if you weren't a Warden, it would be you in this tower, fighting for survival.
Don't turn your back on us now.
If you insist on making war upon the Circle, we have nothing more to discuss.
It comes to blows, then.
No, stop!
You can't just attack her!
She's protected the children; she's not the one we should be wary of!
Alistair is right!
She seems to be a good person, and she knows this tower.
I think she's a good person.
There's a lot she could help us with.
You're saying she's trying to fool us?
I...
I suppose that's possible.
You could be right.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Do what you think is best.
I have met very manipulative people and she doesn't seem to be one... but I...
I don't know.
I will follow your lead.
And maybe you're just grasping at straws!
I'm not raising a hand to this old lady, and that's final.
We're going to help you.
I suspect there is more to this than even you know, and we should get to the bottom of it.
We will help you.
In times like these, we must rely on each other to survive.
Please, tell us what you know.
We won't do anything to threaten these children.
Tell us what happened here.
I detect no deceitfulness in what she has said.
She seems truly concerned for the welfare of the children, and you should be too!
Evidently, a pretty bad one.
All this "kill everyone" talk is just too drastic!
Well, you're getting it anyway.
Killing everything that moves isn't an option!
I cannot just stand here and let you do something so... so despicable!
Wait!
She's trying to help these children and everyone else in this tower.
You have to listen to her!
She could help us.
I will stop you, or die trying.
So that is how you really feel.
Thank you for that insight.
Killing us solves nothing, but with training and education, mages learn to control their powers.
Or what?
I've dealt with every demon that has dared to threaten me and my own.
You are a lesser menace than they.
Knowing you must have been sent by the templars does not endear you to me.
Now, I ask again: who are you, and why are you here?
I see.
And did they tell you that you had to kill apprentices?
Children?
You did what you had to do, Wynne.
I am ready.
Destroy the barrier.
Yes, yes.
Hurry up and let's get on with it.
Hold on.
I'm not ready yet.
What are you waiting for?
Remove it.
Did it tire you out?
Impressive, for an old woman.
No, wait a moment longer.
Yes, I was there, but we did not speak.
Yes, it was.
I was there, remember?
Why not?
Finish what you were going to say.
He will get what he deserves.
I hardly saw anything.
I was far away.
People die in wars.
We should accept this.
Nothing escapes you, does it?
One of the last few in Ferelden, yes.
Maybe.
I'd rather talk about what we might face here.
No, you didn't.
Did what happen in the Fade upset you?
All right.
Go on.
Are you sure it still works?
Let's move on.
Do you know how to use the Litany?
This will stop any mind control?
I still don't trust anything to do with Tevinter.
We don't have time for a history lesson.
Can you tell me more about Uldred?
That doesn't mean he's responsible for this.
We should get going.
Sounds like a thoroughly nasty person.
That doesn't sound so bad.
I think you are just prejudiced.
Do you know what we will face in the tower?
We will face them all head-on, and prevail.
If we work together, we can survive.
Abominations are not as dangerous as I am.
Are you sure you are up to this, Wynne?
Then let's not waste any more time.
Tell me about yourself, Wynne.
You're right.
Let us move on.
I will help you save what survivors we can find.
What will happen to the children?
Maybe I should go alone.
I will work with you to investigate the tower.
I'm sorry, but I think the Circle must be destroyed.
No, please give me a few moments more.
This was my home.
I want to see what's happened to it.
Yes, the abominations and demons.
From the templars.
They intend to annul the Circle.
Greagoir gave me a brief summary.
I told Greagoir I would investigate the tower.
So many questions.
Warn you of what?
Wynne--what are you doing here?
I came here seeking the aid of the mages.
You have children with you.
I'm not here to fight.
Who are you to threaten me?
I am a Grey Warden, and I seek the help of the mages.
No, they are waiting for reinforcements.
Yes, they have the Right of Annulment.
Don't worry, the Right of Annulment has not arrived.
I was just exploring.
I am helping Greagoir resolve the Circle's difficulties.
The Right of Annulment?
Yes, but they still wait for reinforcements.
No, but Greagoir expects it to arrive soon.
It doesn't matter.
They won't attack without reinforcements.
Did Irving survive as well?
We waste time here when there are abominations to kill.
Can you tell me how all this trouble started?
What did Uldred say?
Maybe Uldred had been in cahoots with Loghain all along.
This doesn't tell me how the tower got overrun by demons.
What caused the abominations?
How did you find the children?
So he might be dead now.
Or worse.
And yet you were sitting here this whole time?
Maybe I don't want to.
I want to see this place burn.
Will the children be safe here?
I suppose that could work.
You could have been one of them, if things were different.
Thank you, Morrigan.
Your generosity knows no bounds, Morrigan.
Let us leave as soon as possible.
Not everyone is like you.
You have a point.
Perhaps you are right.
I've made my decision.
We will help Wynne.
Why do you treat the Circle with such scorn?
Perhaps you are right after all.
That's enough.
Keep your poisonous thoughts to yourself.
Everyone deserves respect.
Even cruel people like you.
Hold your tongue, you harpy!
You will do as I say.
Let us be off.
We have talked away enough time.
Have faith.
We will not fail.
Try not to throw out your back.
Very well--if you think that is best.
You should stay here.
I can go on alone.
Then we should set off immediately.
I shall do this on my own.
Join me, then, and we will venture into this tower.
I need to consider this.
But the templars may attack at any moment.
We must try to avoid needless slaughter.
I disagree.
Annulment is the only option.
But you offered no concrete proof.
Needless complication.
Best to do away with the Circle.
It's not personal--I just hate the Circle.
I've left that behind.
I serve Ferelden now, not the Circle.
I have no obligation to them.
Enough stalling.
The tower must be cleansed.
All of it.
If there were any survivors, they must be dead now.
Leave it to me.
I will save the mages.
So what do you intend?
So this all started at the meeting?
It's nothing less than this Circle deserves.
I just know how dangerous we are.
I can't wait to see this prison destroyed.
Yes.
I hated every moment I spent here.
Regardless, the Circle must be cleansed for the common good.
I did not expect children.
I will do what must be done.
Let's try reason.
Tell me what you know.
Don't make this harder for yourself.
Or maybe that is just what she wants you to think.
The Circle's annulment is the best thing for everyone.
Then the mages die, and so does anyone who gets in the way.
Oh, all right.
We'll do what she wants then.
Fine, we'll see what else she has to say then.
You do what I say, when I say it, and I say the mage dies.
The mages have to be dealt with.
I'm sorry.
What kind of templar are you?
You're right.
I may have acted too hastily.
I don't recall asking for your opinion.
Shut your mouth and fall in line.
This Circle must be destroyed, for all our sakes.
So you think the Circle can be saved?
Mages are a danger.
If I had a say, you would all be culled.
We are dangerous.
I realize this more each day.
Watch your tone with me, mage.
I am to help the templars carry out this Circle's Annulment.
I am here to deal with this pesky Circle once and for all.
Wait, there are children here?
Calm down.
I'm not going to do anything.
<desc>You deftly pick the locks on the door.</desc>
<desc>You fail to pick the locks on the door, and only succeed in breaking the delicate mechanisms.</desc>
<act>Pick the locks on the door.</act>
I know you're bluffing.
Shh!
The housekeeper will hear us...
Everyone's at dinner, don't worry.
<desc>Giggles</desc> In that case, come here...
Then call it, why don't you?
Are you playing cards, or chit-chatting?
Someone's here!
Look, you didn't see nothing--wait.
Who are you?
You're not on my watch...
Call the watch!
We've got an intruder!
Fine, I'm in.
<desc>Chuckles</desc>
...
I hate it when he does that.
When did you get back from Highever?
Day before yesterday.
I've never been so happy to leave a place in my life.
How come?
Try spending a few nights in a castle full of corpses sometime.
Maker's breath!
And the village... if you could kill men by hating them, we'd all be in our graves now.
What Ser Perth seeks is something that is not in my power to give.
I can pray with them and give them my blessing, but Ser Perth wants me to call upon the Maker to shield them from evil.
You do not understand.
Can't you just bless them?
Well, you're not praying hard enough then.
I fold.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I swear he's got these cards marked.
But what if some monster comes along, while we're...?
How <emp>embarrassing</emp>.
Or maybe I'm just a big coward.
Who, umm, needs a tent.
For stuff.
Hey, you're right!
We <emp>are</emp> alone!
I, uhh, never noticed, wow...
Well, I suppose we <emp>are</emp> in the camp.
The tent's... right over there.
This is true.
I feel very manly.
Yup.
I'm pretty sure that's what it is.
And I'll go do it... over there.
Excuse me.
Who needs a tent?
But we're alone <emp>now</emp>.
Promises, promises.
No time like the present, then!
Oh, never mind then.
What?
No opinion?! <emp>Fine.</emp>
I think you just don't want to talk to me, that's what.
You know what I think?
I think you <emp>suck</emp> at gossip.
That's what I think.
Let's just get on then, Mr. "No Opinion."
Let's just get on then, Miss "No Opinion."
No opinion.
Next.
My girl, Valena, is one of the arlessa's maids and she's trapped up there in the castle, but the mayor won't send anyone for her.
She's been my life since my wife passed on two years ago.
Now she's dead or soon to be.
I don't care what happens to me, or the village, or anyone.
That's right.
When the time comes, I'll join my wife and Valena.
In the meantime, I'm getting good and drunk.
I will rescue your daughter.
Which part?
To a place.
To your home.
To the alienage.
To the exterior of the palace.
To the palace.
To a part of the plot.
I...
I can't believe I survived all that!
I'm getting out of here before something else happens.
You're not going to murder me in my own tavern.
I'll take my chances.
Are you trying to run me out of business?
Why?
When them creatures attack, I lock myself in the cellar.
Just batten the hatches and wait it out.
I really think you should fight tonight.
I can't be bought. <act>Kill him.</act>
I call it taking out the trash. <act>Kill him.</act>
Let's just do business.
Full house!
Now isn't that a shame?
Thieves!
Brigands in the house!
Guards, help us!
Hey, I've never seen you before. 
What the--intruders!
She's not on the roster...
We've got a break-in!
He's not on the roster...
We've got a break-in!
<desc>Sigh</desc> My foot's asleep again.
Maker, isn't dinner ready yet?
We're under attack!
Oh for the love of Andraste, I've got an itch between my shoulders...
<desc>Sneeze</desc>
I can't believe I drew this shift again...
We've little to spare but if there's something in there you think you need, I'll be happy to part with it.
Intruders!
Hey, I don't know you...
Stop right there!
This is my lady's room.
We must hurry.
I hope it's not mutton again.
Three nights in a row...
For all we know, it's not mutton.
Howe's too cheap to buy it.
Cook's probably roasting the elves that broke in here.
You realize that doesn't help, right?
Ugh.
What the--you don't belong in here!
It's bad luck living in a house where the whole family got killed.
I say Howe ought to level the thing and build a new one.
He'd have to knock down everyplace he owns, then.
Wait, who's that?
Don't panic, Erlina.
So much for secrecy.
I doubt he'll just open the door for me.
Thank you, Warden.
My prayers go with you.
Fine.
I'll be back soon.
Well, if he didn't know you were here, he soon will.
He was out scouting in the Wilds, wasn't he?
That's what the king said.
Then attempting to look for him there would be foolish.
He is either dead or he managed to flee to the north.
Very sensitive.
I am simply saying that it is foolish to mount a rescue when you have no notion where this man is and the Wilds are overrun with darkspawn.
You will either find him somewhere outside the Wilds with other survivors, or... not at all.
That's exactly what it means.
You wish to do this brother of yours a service?
Avenge him.
The time to look for survivors will come later.
But we need to decide what our general plan is for afterwards, don't we?
This should be good.
I think what Flemeth suggested is the best idea.
These treaties... have you looked at them?
I agree.
Have you looked at them?
They certainly are renown for an abundance of reason, 'tis true.
You truly believe that?
I need to look for Fergus.
He might still be alive.
That doesn't mean I shouldn't look for him!
We need to hear some news before we can decide.
You have some thoughts on that point, Alistair?
We should try and use these treaties, I assume.
I'll figure it out.
Let's just get going.
Somewhere in the Wilds?
Now that would be quite the feat!
And what about everyone else?
We can't let all their deaths be in vain!
Ahhh, to have lost so much.
It would be difficult not to cling to hope, however faint.
You two have much in common.
I can't do this on my own.
We have to do <emp>something</emp>!
My brother is out there, somewhere.
I need to find him.
Please, Warden, I beg you: Do not leave my queen here.
Free me, and I promise you my aid in the Landsmeet.
Good, I wanted to see Howe anyway.
This sounds like a trap.
Those he abandoned were massacred.
Your friend... he is not taking it well.
We do not have much time.
We must go before the guards discover us.
Aren't you a little short for a guard?
What they'd do to all traitors, and would-be assassins.
I wouldn't be surprised if they sent you to finish me off.
No!
I...
I poisoned Arl Eamon, but that's all I did.
Done?
You mean besides betraying everything we were taught?
You're the one who poisoned the arl.
Lady Isolde mentioned that a mage was behind all this.
Is that supposed to be ironic?
I look more the part than you do.
Funny.
Very funny.
Thank you.
I'll trust you to lead us safely out.
I'm here for Anora.
She... had me tortured.
There was nothing I could do or say that would appease her.
So they... left me to rot.
I like a woman who knows exactly what she wants, I really do.
So what shall it be?
I'll even shine armor.
You won't find a better deal, I promise.
See?
I knew we would find a common interest.
Or two.
Or three.
Really, I can go all night.
Tsk.
These things you say, they must drive the men back home simply <emp>wild</emp>!
Bed-warming might be nice.
Is this before or after you stab me in the back?
<emp>Find someone who can decipher the strange scrolls</emp>
You found some scrolls in a language you cannot decipher.
You have taken them with you in hopes that someone you encounter on your travels will be able to translate them.
Scroll Pile
Loghain's plan.
Start talking!
<desc>Laughs</desc> The traitorous bitch has you under her thumb?
Anora does love games.
I'm surprised she'd play with the likes of you.
Shall I show you how it's done?
I was instructed to by Teyrn Loghain.
I was told that Arl Eamon was a threat to Ferelden, that if I dealt with him Loghain would settle matters with the Circle.
All I wanted was to be able to return.
Then I will wait.
If you change your mind, I will be here.
Lady Isolde was looking for a mage to tutor Connor, secretly.
Teyrn Loghain found out and he... sent me.
I was to use the opportunity to poison the arl.
Why should I believe what you say?
Warden!
In the name of the regent, I am placing you under arrest for the murder of Rendon Howe and his men-at-arms.
Surrender, and you may be shown mercy.
I will stand down.
You don't know the whole story.
Death first! <act>Attack</act>
I'm here to free Anora, who was held captive.
Bring them down!
Loghain wants the Warden dead or alive!
Don't be ridiculous.
The queen isn't being held prisoner here or anywhere else.
Her father would never stand for such a thing.
She's right here.
Tell her, Anora.
What the...
Intruders in the castle!
To arms!
You know that for certain?
Fine, believe whatever you want. <act>Attack</act>
What?
Ser Cauthrien!
Praise the Maker you're here...
This brigand tried to kidnap me!
Unbelievable... bring them down!
Loghain wants the Warden dead or alive!
Unlike you, some of us know what honor and loyalty are.
I have no doubts about Loghain.
You double-crossing bitch!
He's one of us.
A Warden from Orlais.
Jader, I think.
Or was it Montsimmard?
I'm afraid I don't remember your name.
Everd will advance to the final bout, to determine the true champion of the ring, against--
Wha-?
And this is the young lord from Highever I met earlier?
I understand congratulations are in order.
And this is the lady from Highever I met earlier?
I understand congratulations are in order.
I'm not finished playing!
You can't make me stop!
I think it's trying to spoil my fun, Mother!
I was just having fun!
Everyone else had fun too!
Are you having fun, Uncle?
Marmalade!
You see? <desc>Laughs</desc> We're having fun!
I think you're just trying to spoil things.
What do you think, Mother?
I think it's threatening me.
<emp>Inform the hermit of the Grand Oak's passing</emp>
You encountered a strange hermit deep in the forest.
He asked you to slay a talking tree he calls "the Grand Oak"--a task you have completed.
The hermit will no doubt be pleased by your efforts.
Not in the tongues of all the nations of the world may the Makers mercy be expressed.
Before the Light, words become the clattering of pebbles on a mountain side.
Before the Light, all the mysteries of the ages become as leaves scattering in the wind
I may win great battles before men, I may do great works of charity and compassion, I may give myself over to the flames, but without the Maker, I have nothing.
Eamon!
We have a problem.
Eamon!
I may have done a terrible thing.
I...
I'll try.
I don't know what to do, but I'll try.
You'll never win!
You'll never take him.
He's mine!
But what can I do?
It hurts!
Please, just make it stop!
I need you to help me, or I may not win.
I...
I will try to be brave.
Barely met, and already she betrays us.
She and my mother would get along famously.
What's this?
She throws her savior to the wolves, and now she has second thoughts?
No honor, no gratitude, slight grasp of the obvious... fine ruler you have here.
"May have?" How can there be any doubt?
To put it mildly.
Sure.
And I may be a nug's uncle.
There's a lot of doubt.
What?
What is it you might have done, exactly?
What in Andraste's name has happened?
Are you all right?
The Warden has been captured.
Oh, but she leaves out the best part of this tale: The part where she threw us all at Loghain's henchmen and ran.
I'm still waiting for a reason not to slit her throat and toss her in the river.
I haven't heard it yet.
Your language is fascinating.
There is no way in the qunari tongue to use words and yet say nothing.
By Ser Cauthrien.
To whom our lady here handed us all on a platter!
<desc>Snarling and growling.</desc>
And this <emp>may have</emp> been your fault.
Maybe?
Perhaps?
What?
How could this happen?
The Wardens have been captured.
Never mind that.
The question is how to free him.
Surely you mean <emp>them</emp>, your Highness?
We need Alistair, too.
Yes.
Of course I meant Alistair, too.
Cauthrien will take him to Fort Drakon.
Getting inside will be no small feat...
Never mind that.
The question is how to free her.
I'm afraid that's out of our hands, your Highness.
But have a little faith: These Grey Wardens are a resourceful lot.
Cauthrien will take her to Fort Drakon.
Getting in will be no small feat...
Brother Genitivi's Home
Andraste watch over our friends in danger...
We have more than one, I think.
I suspect we are going to need a good plan, or a lot of knights, or perhaps both.
Her grasp of the obvious is impressive.
There's nothing here that can't be solved with a few pints of ale, a nug, and a team of exotic dancers.
Did you get that list, Eamon?
Get moving.
<desc><DogName/> barks anxiously.</desc>
We have very little time for chat.
We need to work out a plan.
Oh good.
I was starting to worry this would be easy.
Calm down.
What has happened?
Elven Thug
Haggard Human
Goldanna's House
Cyrion's House
Alarith
Valendrian's House
Hospice
Front Door
Hospice Side Entrance
Shifting Allegiances
Unfortunately, yes.
Don't worry, Taeodor.
I'm sure your brothers will be fine.
Apartments
Prince Bhelen Aeducan wanted you to venture into the Deep Roads and locate Branka, the Paragon smith.
You turned down his request.
Compound
And Ferelden will remain divided as long as Loghain continues his campaign.
Oh, you're awake!
I was starting to worry.
You look like you've been dragged through ten kinds of crap, friend.
What'd you do?
I killed Rendon Howe.
I trusted the wrong person.
I'm going to strangle Anora when we get out.
I seem to spend way too much time in prisons lately.
I've never seen a prison from this side before.
Very scenic.
I've never been in a cage before.
Let's never do this again.
I'm not entirely sure.
It's not the royal palace dungeon, I think.
Too orderly.
Fort Drakon, perhaps.
That doesn't really bode well for us.
Who calls that a crime?
More like a public service.
Still, they'll hang you for it.
You got some other business to attend to?
We're none of us going nowhere for a while.
You don't even know?
This is Fort Drakon.
You're a lucky woman, my friend.
Now the royal dungeons... they're an oubliette.
You'd never see daylight again.
Drakon... this is where you go before you meet the gallows.
You're a lucky man, my friend.
Now the royal dungeons... they're an oubliette.
You'd never see daylight again.
Drakon... this is where you go before you meet the gallows.
I've been worse.
I'll be better still when we get out of here.
Do you mind if I pin her down while you do?
Or perhaps kick her?
<desc>Laughs</desc> "Join the Grey Wardens!
See the sights from the floors of the best prisons in the land!" It's not much of a recruitment slogan, is it?
You call that lucky?
I'm getting out of here. <act>Try to escape.</act>
Now that sounds like a tale.
How is it living, if you ain't free?
In the dark, in a cage, away from everything good in the world?
Give me a noose over that any day.
The arl of Redcliffe?
What's he gonna do?
Send the regent a harshly-worded note?
Face it, friend, you're all alone here.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Good luck with that.
I'll expect the Maker to walk in here and sing us a sea chantey first, though.
Arl Eamon will send help.
The others are coming.
Don't worry. <act>Wait</act>
Let's get out of here. <act>Try to escape</act>
Eamon will get us out... right?
I hope you have a plan.
I wouldn't count on it.
I think we're on our own.
Don't worry.
I will find a way to save you.
State your business.
We have come to perform last rites for a condemned prisoner.
What for?
Mother Augustine is already here.
We are here to minister the Chant to the condemned prisoners.
What's your business in Fort Drakon?
What in the name of Andraste's holy knickers is that thing?
And what are you supposed to be?
<act>Have Leliana do the talking..</act>
<act>Fight.</act>
Let us pray, Sister.
Maker forgive these godless souls, they know not what they do.
Spare them your wrath, and do not torment them with boils, festering rashes, and lesions.
I told you this was a terrible idea.
Perhaps we should make this quick, my dear?
<act>Let Morrigan do the talking.</act>
Do not judge these poor, benighted souls harshly for questioning the word of your Revered Mother, Andraste's mouthpiece here in Ferelden.
Mother Augustine is but one frail woman.
There is much praying to be done now. 'Twould be too great a burden for just one priest.
Although they cannot honor the wishes of your Holy Chantry, do not find their souls wanting when they come to you across the lonely Fade...
At last we have a king again!
I trust that King Harrowmont will do what is best for Orzammar.
I would not have voted for Bhelen, but I trust my mother's judgment.
He may be just what Orzammar needs in these modern times.
I did not expect to see you again.
I am afraid you will find Orzammar much changed.
You have come at a difficult time.
Orzammar is ailing, for want of a king.
You're gonna rue today, knife-ear!
Come and get it, you filthy dog!
<desc>Ach!</desc> I need help!
Aha!
You will fall before me!
I'm... fading.
As you wish, my lord.
Dream on.
<desc>Yawns</desc>
Take off.
Filthy rat!
Yes!
That's what I like to see!
Uh, I'm not sure about that.
I'm gonna rip you to pieces!
Hello, young one.
Excuse me...
Much... <desc>Hic</desc> much obliged.
Well punch me in the teeth and call me a wild sylvan...
Hoorah!
Spare a minute?
You better watch it.
Or... uh, or else!
Later.
You are most... uh, most gracious!
A toast!
It's called liquid courage, and I've got lots of it!
Don't push me!
Hello to you!
Drink you well <desc>Hic</desc>, I mean well you fare, <desc>Laughs</desc>
Shanks!
Idiot.
For the elves!
Why I have a mind to, uh, to... give you a piece of my mind!
That's right!
Much appreciated.
Shems!
Hi!
Somebody!
Help me!
Blessings to you.
Great!
A word, if you please.
Don't test me.
Fare thee well.
I need to speak to you.
Don't you dare...
<desc>Yawns</desc> I'm tired.
Good tidings to you.
Confound it!
Could I speak with you?
You had better watch yourself.
See you!
Hee-hee!
Blast!
Don't push your luck with me...
Be well.
<desc>Hmph</desc>
I appreciate it.
Bare-skinned fool.
Aha!
You're trying my patience.
To the Black City with you!
I need a hand over here!
You're pathetic!
A disgrace to your kind!
You'll... never win...
My liege.
By the Maker, there has to be somebody to fight around here.
Off with you.
Magicked bastards!
A word?
Impressive.
I like it.
That's a knife-eared plan if I ever heard one.
Go ahead.
Try me.
Um, thanks.
Piss and spittle!
Great.
You're walkin' a thin line.
Do you have a minute?
Don't be causing trouble now.
I can't hold much longer!
You can do better than that!
No... not like this...
It's so bloody hot.
Full suit of armor was a bad choice.
Strength and justice.
Oh, piss on it!
For the Free Marches!
Humor me for a moment.
Superb.
I'm shocked you even <emp>suggested</emp> that.
Feeling lucky, whelp?
Stop right there!
That's what I said!
And if that's what she thinks, I'll-- <desc>Sigh</desc> What am I doing?
I'm talking to a vegetable...
Leaving?
Finally.
Blasted curses of a thousand misfortunes!
Now that's worth a bottle of Orlesian red!
Watch your step, worm!
Anethara, young one.
The Maker's blessings to you.
Maker's beard!
Watch where you're sticking your nose, young one.
Why, hello there.
You have my deepest gratitude.
Excuse me.
A minute, if you will?
Why you... you just... never mind!
Greetings, young one.
Praise you.
Er, excuse me...
You're pushing it...
I'm going to tear you in two!
Stinking elf!
Your blood will paint these floors!
Someone!
Help me!
Can't last... much longer...
Where's a drink when you need one?
Get lost.
Nice work!
I like the sounds of that!
Are you sure about this?
Just try it.
Help!
I need help!
Take that, you ignorant bastard!
My betrothed.
Forgive me...
Right away.
Cease!
Where's some good Dalish wine when you need some?
I am in your debt.
Could I speak to you?
Probably not a good idea.
You're wearing on my last nerve...
*sigh* I have nothing to steal.
Hello, there.
Your kindness knows no bounds.
Oh, bother.
Delightful!
If I may have a word with you...?
I dare you to do that again.
I'm looking forward to this!
I'm in trouble, here!
Come on; defend yourself!
Where I failed... my comrades will succeed...
There must me <emp>something</emp> I can do around here.
So long.
Ha!
Shall we make an arl out of an elf while we're at it? <desc>Laughs</desc>
Keep it up and I'll gut you like a fish!
To the death!
I...
I need assistance!
You should have fled when you had the chance!
No.
I-I... can't fall to the likes of you...
Let me be the first to deviate from your "wisdom".
Hold!
I need a drink.
Now that's worth its weight in sovereigns!
Not a bad idea.
I'm not sure you know what you're doing.
Blood!
Glorious blood!
I need backup!
Ha!
You'll never best me!
You... can't succeed...
I will not.
Just standing around...
Make tracks.
I... er, am grateful.
Magicked, rotten, dirty...
Listen here...
A fine design.
That wont' work.
You had better tread lightly, whelp.
I need support!
You're gonna wish you were never ripped from your mother's womb!
How could this be?
Where's a skull to crack when you need one?
Damn!
Piss on it.
We need to have a word.
A sound plan.
Now that's a knife-eared idea.
Watch it.
Charge!
No quarter!
No mercy!
I could use some backup!
You call that fighting?
Ha!
This... cannot be...
I suppose there's something I should be doing.
Hogwash!
I require you attention for a moment.
That'll inspire a few whelps.
Are you sure about that?
Push it.
I <emp>dare</emp> you.
Show me what you've got!
I can't hold this one!
Don't make me laugh!
Almost finished...
Whatever.
Ha!
Are you kidding?
Isn't there something I can do?
Bleeding, dirty, good-for-nothin'...
You will fall!
And suffer!
Ha!
You're not so tough!
Strength fading...
Well this is tedious.
Most grateful.
Shave a horse and punch me in the teeth.
We are victorious!
You can't be serious...
Challenge me, if you dare!
Hello, there!
Your kindness shames me.
Annoying, annoying, annoying...
That's it!
Lend an ear?
Good deal.
I... don't think that'll work.
Don't push your luck.
Anethara.
Bless your kindness.
Darn it!
That's a great idea!
Are, um, are you sure about that?
I'm warning you...
Though they cannot find it in their hearts to show compassion to wretched prisoners, do not sentence them to an eternity walking the Fade alone, preyed upon by spirits and demons.
All right!
All right!
Wait over there, I'll get the captain to let you in. <desc>Sigh</desc> Maker's breath...
Although they call into question your wish to show compassion to the wretched, do not deprive them of compassion when they are in need...
Now more than ever, the Chant of Light must be sung from even the meanest of places.
A single voice will hardly reach the Maker's ear over the cacophony of human suffering.
In such troubled times as these, the Chantry must keep a close eye on its ministers.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Fine.
Wait over there.  I'll get the captain.
I'm delivering a new hound to the kennels.
What does it look like?
Here I stand with a giant mabari war hound.
Hmm, could I be going to the kennel, perhaps?
It is a mystery indeed.
I'm a giant with a war dog.
Either I am making a delivery, or I am besieging your fort.
Hope for the former.
I'm here to deliver this hound to your kennel master.
I was asked to bring this mabari to the kennels.
Sandal
I... got a dog to take to your kennels.
I am delivering this dog to your kennels.
I wasn't told we were getting a mabari.
Well, could you ask someone?
I don't want to keep him standing here all day.  It's been hours since he's been walked.
<desc>Nervous whine</desc>
What you were told is not my concern.
Do you want this hound or not?
...
Must I point out the obvious? <emp>I'm a large, impatient man with a war dog.</emp> Either let us in, or get someone who will.
Who's a good puppy?  Who's a good puppy?  You are!  Yes you are!
Well, I suppose if your officers don't <emp>want</emp> a highly-trained war hound, I can take him elsewhere...
<desc>Sad whimper</desc>
Look, they told me to bring him here, and I brought him.
I'll stand here all day if I have to.  I got nothing better to do.
Him, on the other hand... ever seen a mabari get bored?
<act>Keep talking.</act>
Look, I've brought this hound no small distance.
I am not leaving here without payment.
Oh for the love of-- Fine.
Wait in there.
I'll be back.  And watch that hound!
I'm not cleaning anything...
Fine, fine, I'll get the captain.  Wait over there, and shut that dog up, would you?
I'm sorry, what did you say?
Oh, you're a good puppy, aren't you?  Aren't you?
You are!
<desc>Sigh</desc> Miss, we-- Miss?  Hello?
Oh, Maker.
I'll get the captain.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Fine.
I'll get the captain.
You can wait in there.
I knew one once, got locked in a stable for two hours by himself.
When they found him, he'd killed six horses trying to play "wrestle" with 'em.
Made a terrible mess.
<desc>Gulps</desc> Go wait in there.
Away from... everyone.
I'll get the captain.
So much for subtlety...
Oh, sod it all.
Get 'em!
What the--we're under attack!
<act> Let Alistair bluff.</act>
<act>Let Alistair bluff.</act>
This, my friend, is a golem.
There's no better siege engine in the world.
Crafted by the dwarves, you know.
You don't say...
What's it do?
Such knowledge is hardly the business of the rank-and-file.
This weapon is for your officers, not the likes of you.
A gift from Par Vollen.
Beats me.
I'm just delivering it.
This is Fort Drakon, isn't it?
This is a weapon crafted by the Circle to aid in the defense of Denerim.
A gift from the First Enchanter himself.
What kind of nug-lover doesn't recognize the pinnacle of Dwarven war machinery?
This here's a golem!
A gift from the King of Orzammar to King Cailan!
Something the regent bought, I suppose.
I-I just deliver what they tell me to.
I didn't hear anything about any... walking statues being delivered.
What <emp>doesn't</emp> it do?
It can break down walls, wade through cavalry and infantry as if it were taking a leisurely stroll, and clean your gutters without a ladder!
It kills on command.
Would you like a demonstration?
It's a weapon, dear.
It does what weapons do.
It tells knock-knock jokes and entertains the kids at parties.
What do you think it does, stretch?
It's a giant, walking rock!
<act>Keep bluffing.</act>
Then get someone who has.
I will not wait here all day.
What am I supposed to do?
I can't take it back; I'll be fired!
I can't even feed myself tonight if I don't get paid!
That's not my problem.
I delivered it here; my work is done.
Your job is to pay me for it, so I can go on my merry way.
No... that's not necessary.
Right.
I'll, ah... get the captain.
Wait over there.
Perhaps we should converse instead?
You cannot have me.
I have already been... taken.
There will be no discourse between us, demon.
Do you take me for a fool?
I know better than to bargain with your kind.
I will not become an abomination, no matter what you try.
<act>Converse with the demon.</act>
<act>Force a final confrontation.</act>
I've been given a chance to do something good for a change.
I'm not going to throw it away.
Look, don't get hysterical.
I'll... go get the captain.
Wait over there.
You are in the Fade, my lord.
A demon has you trapped.
Demon?
Fade?
Is... is my son in danger?
He is, but I will do my best to see that all of us emerge from this unscathed.
Trust me, my arl.
This is the Fade.
Your kind cannot navigate it anymore than you could navigate a dream.
Connor?
Where are you?
Speak to me, my son!
<act>Try to get through to the arl.</act>
<act>Leave the arl alone.</act>
We, ser, are performers from the Antiva City Circus.
The Famous Broma Brothers!
Surely you have heard of us?
You don't look like brothers.
We're circus performers.
Yeah, go ahead.
Do the obligatory dwarf joke.
I'll wait.
Not like I've got anything better to do.
I... don't understand.
Where is my Connor?
I will find him for you, since I foolishly gave my word that I would.
Leave me to it.
How can you say that?
Are your eyes failing?
Look at us!
We are twins!
Not identical, of course, but twins, nonetheless.
I'm the pretty one.
<act>Forget this, just jump them.</act>
...Right.
So what're you doing here?
I...
I'm not regretting it... it's just... never mind.
We are here for the commander of this fine establishment.
It is his birthday, no?
It's not the commander's birthday, is it?
Don't tell me you forgot!
What kind of terrible man-at-arms are you?
No doubt he is crushed.
It is fortunate indeed that the regent sent us to entertain him.
We're a comedy act, of course.
Teyrn Loghain hired us.
Said morale was bad here.
Circus performers?
What do you do, exactly?
Your giant friend here doesn't talk much, does he?
He's saving it up for our act.
He's very serious about comedy.
Deadly.
Well, wait over there, I'll get the captain.
...Never said anything about any circus freaks...
If there's anything I can do for you, please, please tell me.
Are you sure I can't interest you in this hat?
A pair of earrings perhaps?
A cheese knife?
Something you need?
I'm sure either my boy or I can help you out.
You and your friends are formidable folk, indeed.
Good to have along on the road.
Err... you didn't want to hear the tale last time.
Are you sure you're interested?
Oh?
Well, let's see... where was I?
Running a store back home, I assume.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> No fear.
I wouldn't be interested, either.
I am originally from Orzammar, just as you are, I suspect?
You don't have the look of a surface dwarf about you.
Of course.
Good fortune to you and yours.
That's exactly how I see it.
Ah... was I being too long-winded?
My apologies.
To make a long story short, I fled home to live on the surface.
It's been a decent enough life, I suppose.
Ah, yes...
I'm married to a fine woman back in Denerim, it's true.
She'd give me a son if she could, but... that's not likely to ever be.
Sandal, here...
I found him in the Deep Roads years ago.
Abandoned, I think, and he was never quite right in the head.
I took him in, and brought him with me when I came to the surface.
He may not be my blood, true, but I think of him as one.
We left Orzammar!
That's right, boy.
Maybe one day we'll see it again.
It's not as if I don't benefit, mind you.
Turns out the boy's a natural working with enchantments.
He might even have been lyrium-addled.
I never thought of that before, to be honest.
Happens sometimes.
He can work an enchantment into just about anything, however, given some time.
Could probably open his own shop, if he knew how.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Well, he does seem to enjoy it, at least.
Hmph.
Better than him living in mud and hiding from the darkspawn and deepstalkers, isn't it?
I was glad to take him in.
That's how I've always felt.
As long as he's happy, so am I.
I'm sure you'll be pleased with the goods my boy and I have collected.
And with your discount!
Ah!
It's good to see you, my timely rescuer!
Bodahn Feddic at your service once again.
I saw your camp and thought to myself, "What safer place to rest for the evening than in the camp of a Grey Warden?"
I saw your camp and remembered the kind offer you made the last time we met, and is there anywhere safer for a poor merchant and his son to sleep?
I think not.
Now, before you say anything, I do recall that your business is private... but I saw your camp and couldn't help but stop.
Is there anywhere safer to sleep?
I think not.
I'm perfectly willing to offer you a fine discount for the inconvenience of our presence.
How does that sound?
Good?
Yes?
I can see why you might be suspicious, being a Grey Warden and all.
Were I in your shoes, I would feel the same way.
Following you?
I'm not even certain where you're going, my friend, and quite frankly it's none of my business.
Trust me when I say that my encountering you here was serendipity and nothing more.
I travel a lot, so I'm bound to meet everyone on the road eventually.
If you prefer, I'll take my boy and be on my way... but regretfully.
You're the safest spot on this road, without a doubt.
Anything, everything... but all of the finest quality.
No cheap trinkets here.
And my boy Sandal happens to be a bit of a hand with enchantments, oh yes.
Sadly, it also makes us a target for bandits and the like.
If there were spare hands to hire as guards, I would have done so long ago.
<desc>Sigh</desc> It was too good to be true, wasn't it?
Fair enough.
Say goodbye, boy, and we'll be on our way again.
Wonderful!
Thank the gentleman won't you, boy?
We won't be a bother to you and your companions, I assure you.
If you should need enchantments, simply talk to my boy.
Otherwise, come speak with me.
Wonderful!
Thank the kind lady won't you, boy?
Thank you, kind lady.
We'll be off as soon as this mess is cleaned up.
Thank you kindly for all your assistance.
Mighty timely arrival there, my friend.
I'm much obliged.
The name's Bodahn Feddic, merchant and entrepreneur.
This here is my son, Sandal.
Say hello, my boy.
Road's been mighty dangerous these days.
Mind if I ask what brings you out here?
Perhaps we're going the same way.
Grey Wardens, hm?
My, that does rather explain a lot.
No offense, but I suspect there's more excitement on your path than my boy and I can handle.
Allow me to bid you farewell and good fortune, though.
Complicated? <desc>Laughs</desc> Somehow, I imagine that only says half of it.
Thank you for the offer, but there may be more excitement on your path than is good for my boy and me.
Allow me to bid you farewell and good fortune.
Fair enough.
Allow me to say thank you again, and bid you farewell.
Say goodbye, my boy.
Now, then.
Let's get this mess cleaned up, shall we?
You want a reward, huh?
I suppose that's an entirely reasonable request.
How does a hundred silvers sound?
I was going to use that to fix up the cart, but quite frankly I'll be grateful enough that my son and I come out of this with our heads!
Unsold goods, I'll point out, though you've a fair point.
Here's... two hundred silver.
But it's all I have.
Which are unsold, I'm afraid.
A hundred silver and my thanks is all I have to offer.
Ah.
It seems the roads are more dangerous than I thought.
Very well.
I suppose you earned the right to rob me.
Go ahead and pick through the cart and take whatever you feel is worth it.
All done, then?
Good enough.
Come then, Sandal.
It's time for us to find somewhere a bit more... safe, yes?
That's a good boy.
Good.
One good turn deserves another, that's what the missus always claims.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Then I suppose we're doubly fortunate, aren't we?
Away with you, foul creatures!
Leave us alone!
Get back, Sandal!
Don't let them touch you!
I apologize.
Please tell me.
I see...
Just the short version will do.
That was generous of you.
So you got a free helper?
Blood isn't all that important.
Have you been following us?
What are you selling, exactly?
No, not good.
It's time for you to go.
You're free to stay.
Just mind yourselves.
I doubt you want to travel with a Grey Warden.
It's a bit complicated, but you're welcome to come along.
I'm not going the same way.
Trust me.
King's business, I'm afraid.
Just how obliged, exactly?
Yet you have a whole cart full of goods.
Or I could rob you, instead.
Keep your money.
I don't need it.
That sounds just fine.
I wasn't trying to save you, trust me.
We're delivering a package, ser.
From the Tailors Crafthall.
I wasn't told about anything being shipped in today.
We have a delivery for your fort from the Weaver Crafthall.
Making a delivery for the kennels, ser.
Beef bones for the dogs.
The Ladies of Denerim have sent a gift for the hardworking soldiers of Fort Drakon: Several hundred lovely knitted scarves.
That's... ah, that's very nice, ma'am, but nobody told us it was coming.
I have a delivery for the commander of the fort.
What is it?
I wasn't notified about anything coming today.
<act>Let Wynne talk.</act>
Look, we've got four more deliveries to make today.
Can you get whoever's in charge?
That is hardly my concern, is it?
Now go get whoever is in charge, like a good little boy.
Well, could you ask someone?
Pretty please?
They wanted it to be a surprise.
They were so concerned about our troops catching cold...
Well, the items are of a... personal nature.
No doubt he didn't want anyone to know.
... 
I can't believe that worked.
Fate truly has a sense of humor.
That tale should have fooled no one.
Not to worry.
I can handle the captain.
There!
Not so difficult, was it?
T'is foolish to think this will work.
Don't worry.
I know what I'm doing.
This is pointless.
We should simply go in fighting.
Stay calm.
Everything will be all right.
They fell for it.
Now we have only to wait.
"Take the dog," he said. "They'll let you right in." Yeah, that's who I want watching my back if things go sour: someone who licks his own ass. 
This is going to work.
Trust me.
Just... try to act naturally.
I can hardly believe they would fall for such a lie.
This plan may actually work.
When the captain gets here, let me do the talking.
Don't worry.
This will be simple.
Just leave all the talking to me.
When the captain gets here, try to distract him while I hit him over the head.
Nor can I.
Your acting is atrocious.
Of course it worked.
I told you it would.
You're not the only one.
Stay calm, Alistair.
We'll get through this.
Just leave this to me.
There is no guard captain alive that I cannot charm my way past.
Well, whatever you did back there, do more of it.
Everyone trusts priests.
It's only natural.
They're human.
This might be what the Chantry calls, "The treacherous wiles of magi."
How could they not be?
I am a master of subterfuge.
Especially the way you act.
A bronto in a bonnet would do a better job of passing for a merchant.
Let's just get this over with.
Just don't get carried away, Leliana.
Of course.
But I'll keep a knife handy just in case.
Show a little leg.
That should keep him off balance.
Astonishing.
You have managed to get us even farther from the door than we were when we entered.
Well done.
We're not inside yet.
Heh... easy for you to say, elf.
These clown pants are riding up something fierce.
Fort Entrance
Rooftop
Tower
Outside Fort Drakon
That's what I was thinking, too.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Do not look at me like that.
This was hardly my idea.
Just try to act nonchalant, and I'll give you a biscuit when we're done.
We should hurry before something happens to the others.
And now I'm talking to an animal.
I've been in this country too long.
They'll let us inside.
And if they don't... you know what to do.
Supervisor
Anything else I can get you?
Anything else you need?
That's what I've heard on the road, anyhow.
Take it for what it is.
Or so I've heard, anyhow.
Heard any other rumors?
You will soon enough.
Don't look so surprised.
I am a professional.
<desc>Whines quizzically</desc>
What?
It's true.
I've seen you do it.
Hurry up.
Waiting around won't make it any easier.
Or just... stand there being a rock.
That works, too.
Why did you agree, if you thought it would fail?
Obviously, you did not hear Eamon's other plans.
This was genius by comparison.
Exactly!
You're good at this spy work, Shale.
Now is hardly the time for levity.
You looked a bit stressed.
Stay calm.
We'll be inside soon enough.
Yes, like that.
Practice, if you must.
We have a few moments.
Bodahn Feddic
The boy's a bit simple, but he's rather good with enchantments.
One of those Tranquil fellows actually called him a... what was it, now?
A savant?
I had no idea such a thing existed.
He can fold lyrium into almost any weapon or piece of armor, though naturally some of the more extravagant materials will take more lyrium than others.
It's a process that some of the master smiths back in Orzammar will perform, but my boy here is just as adept at it.
Isn't that right, boy?
And there you have it.
Enchantment!
Oh, certainly.
I can do that for you; just come with me.
What enchantments does he do?
I want some enchanting done.
I'd like to see what other goods you have.
I don't think this is going to help us get your phylactery.
Tevinter Soldier
Alley Guard
Or stand there like a lump and watch me try to talk my way past him.
Whatever roasts your bronto.
Well, it was good enough to get us this far.
And that shall comfort our Warden friend, I am sure, if we get no further than the front door.
We're not past the captain yet.
Let's not get overconfident.
Trust me.
I hate it when you say that...
...Right.
I'll keep my fingers crossed, then, shall I?
So little faith... just you watch.
I hope I can figure out what it was I said that worked...
If you believe that, you are a bigger fool than those guards.
[A spectacular cutscene of the allies army charging into the ranks of the darkspawn that surround Denerim]
Caladrius
And humans are fools?
Good.
We do agree on something.
Wiles?
Yes, I think perhaps wiles were employed there.
What a strange fate to agree with the Chantry.
Don't think too hard on it, my dear, you'll make yourself sick.
So... when you were beaten by our dear Warden... that was a demonstration of your great subtlety?
I understand if it is too subtle for you to grasp.
Feel free to do all the talking when the captain arrives.
Oh, is that a challenge?
I just might.
Aren't you having fun?
This is so exciting!
We're breaking in to the most heavily guarded fortress in Ferelden!
<desc>Sigh</desc> Truly, my life has reached its apex.
Devera
Carried away?
Me?
You.
You're clearly enjoying all this.
Aren't you?
It's so much fun!
Have some faith, my dear qunari.
You are in the company of a master assassin.
I would hate to see a novice, then.
Ah, but you can hardly doubt that we soon will be.
Just try not to get carried away.
That captain better get here soon.
These clown pants are riding up like nobody's business.
...That was far more information than I needed.
Well, the direct approach has much to recommend it, too, I suppose.
We'd better move quickly.
They'll notice these two missing before long.
I never was any good at sneaking.
Refreshing.
Shall we find the Warden now?
Well, that could have gone smoother.
So we completely failed to sneak inside.
What a surprise.
Heh... this is the kind of sneaking I like.
Let's get going.
All right, what's this about?
I have to deliver this hound to the kennel master.
I must take this hound to the kennel.
I'm delivering a new mabari to the kennels.
Isn't he beautiful?
This dog is to be delivered to the kennel.
Just taking this mutt to the kennel.
I am supposed to take this dog to the kennel.
I'm here to deliver this golem to the fort.
It's some gift to the queen, I-I believe.
I am to deliver this... weapon.
This giant stone weapon, yes.
I'm making a delivery to the fort.
Oh, don't be coy, Captain.
You still have to pay me for delivery.
I'm presenting a gift to the army of Denerim from the king of Orzammar.
I bring a gift to the people of Denerim from the ariqun of Par Vollen.
We have been sent to minister the Chant for the prisoners here.
The revered mother sent us to pray for the condemned, ser.
We are the Famous...
Broma Brothers, of the Antiva City Circus!
Surely you are expecting us.
We have traveled here at great expense to perform here at the particular request of Teyrn Loghain.
My partner and I are, ah, performers.
The regent hired us, said morale was low.
We're just making a delivery, ser.
We have a delivery for the fort.
Making a delivery, Captain.
A delivery.
For which I have still not been paid, by the way.
<act>Let Alistair handle this.</act>
<act>Try to bluff him.</act>
<act>Let Leliana do the talking here.</act>
<act>Have Zevran Bluff him.</act>
<act>Let Alistair answer.</act>
<act>Attack</act>
[Riordan cuts or disables the archdemon's wings]
On the roof of Fort Drakon
[The Archdemon is slain by either the player, Loghain or Alistair]
Get to the back of the line.
I'm not giving up my place.
They should've sent more healers.
There's so many of us waiting!
The Maker is punishing us for something with this; I just know it.
This is taking forever.
How many days has it been now, and I still haven't seen a healer?
Why does the blighted hound master never notify me of these things?
I'm delivering this hound to the kennel.
I was sent by First Enchanter Irving to deliver this to you.
We have a gift for the good soldiers of the fort from the ladies of Denerim, Captain.
Men!
We're under attack!
You're a dog trainer?
You doubt me?
Very well, take him through.
And tell Neville I want a word with him when you get there.
Of course.
What a question!
What?
I'll have you know that I come from a long line of dwarven hound masters!
...
I have a dog.
What more do you want?
To put it mildly.
Whatever you are, you're not a hound master.
Ma'am, I don't have time for this.
Go on home and take your mutt with you.
...
Right.
And I'm the empress of Orlais.
Get out of here, dwarf.
I don't even know what you are.
But you certainly don't belong in here.
'Tis time for rampant slaughter, then.
Now that won't do at all.
So much for the subtle approach.
Sic him!
I didn't want to sneak in anyway.
Healer Veras
Healer Saritor
You do?
Huh.
That's a switch.
I look forward to traveling with you.
A Village Under Siege
What is this thing?
You decided not to help the village of Redcliffe.
There are more important things you need to attend to.
When the attacks start after dark, the village will be on its own.
It's a golem, of course!
The finest weapon ever crafted by the greatest smiths in the world!
I... don't know, to tell you the truth.
It's not really my place to ask questions about the regent's purchases.
Well, I-I don't know what it is, but that isn't the point!
The point is, I was told I'd be paid <emp>upon delivery</emp> and I will not leave without my money!
You have successfully defended Redcliffe.
The village is still standing, and most of the villagers have survived.
However, this is not over yet.
The Attack at Nightfall
No one told me about any... dwarven thing being delivered today.
Well, fine, then.
I'll just take it back to Orzammar, tell the king that Ferelden will let hundreds of its men die rather than keep accurate paperwork.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Fine.
Fine.
Take it to the main hall.
The regent sent this?
He did, my lord.
No one told me about any deliveries coming today.
Do you think it was easy getting this walking hunk of rock here?
Do you imagine that to be a small task, ser?
I tell you, I was promised payment, and I will get it.
It's a weapon developed by the Circle for use in defending Ferelden's forts.
Drakon is to be the first to test it.
It's magic?
They want to put some magic... thing in here?
What are the mages thinking?
A weapon of qunari design.
We wish to see the darkspawn held off here, as far from our lands as possible.
Well, it's sort of like a solider made of rock, if you can imagine that.
Some sort of weapon, is all I was told.
It is no longer my concern.
The first is the Vir Assan--the Way of the Arrow: to reach for our goal, unrelenting.
Tevinter Guard
Just move along.
Back off, knife-ears.
Don't just stand there like an idiot: Move!
Move it, elf.
Perhaps the Circle thinks to save human lives, Captain.
Why didn't anyone send word it was coming?
I'm sure I don't know.
Things have been so unsettled, lately, it's hard to tell which way is up.
How many priests does it take to pray for a handful of wretched criminals?
Fine.
I'm not one to argue with the Chantry.
It is the practice of folding magical lyrium into items, first practiced by the dwarves.
The Tranquil have learned their runes, and we use them to apply a variety of magical effects.
We create the glow-lights, as well as the magic staff or the flaming blade.
The irony, perhaps, is that it is our very disconnection to our former talents that allows the Tranquil to work with lyrium so.
A true mage could not.
Runes exist that hold the power of the elements, that increase strength or swiftness... almost any spell can be given permanency, given enough skill and lyrium.
Naturally, the greater the power required the more expensive the rune will become to create.
True power comes with a price, as we know only too well.
What is enchantment, exactly?
What sorts of enchantments are there?
My Lord Aeducan.
You bring great glory to your house, my lord.
We are honored by your presence, Lord Aeducan.
They're fighting the Provings in your honor!
How exciting!
<desc>Giggles</desc>
My lord.
Never heard of you.
What?
Do you hear this, Brother?
What kind of uncivilized country is this?
We have performed for archons and empresses!
And children and, eh, pets of all ages!
To-to have traveled such a distance as a personal favor to Loghain, only to be turned away at the door by some uncultured soldier!
Unthinkable!
Oh, for Andraste's sake.
Fine.
Go perform in the main hall.
I don't care.
...
Why didn't I take the post at Lothering? <desc>Sigh</desc>
You're performers, are you?
What's your act?
Our act?
Oh... well, the big guy here sings and dances while I... er... juggle swords....
On fire.
Right.
On fire.
Yes, while that's no doubt fascinating, I think we'll pass.
Be on your way.
Oh, sod it, get him!
The noble hunters are out in force, it seems.
Good luck tomorrow, my lady.
My lady.
It's so... interesting to see a lady chosen to be commander.
It's so romantic to have a Proving dedicated to you!
Have you gone to watch the Provings, my lady?
You will certainly turn many heads today, my lady.
I wasn't notified about anything arriving today.
Take it up with the Tailors' Crafthall, Captain.
I-I just go where they tell me.
It was a little spur-of-the-moment, I'll admit.
Cook at the royal palace had a lot of soup bones left over and wanted to send them to the dogs here.
...
Table scraps?
Oh, Maker... fine.
Take them to the kennel.
I cannot imagine why not.
Surely your commanding officer informs you whenever he is having items of a... personal nature delivered to him.
What is--no, I don't want to know.
Go on in.
They're the loveliest scarves!
All made from fine Redcliffe wool, you know, for our boys.
We wouldn't want you catching cold.
You wish to refuse it?
Fine, but you must speak with the Weaver Crafthall.
I will not take it back to them for you.
How many went to Lothering?
I don't know.
I heard they all but emptied the palace, though.
Think it'll be enough?
<desc>Sigh</desc> I don't know.
Pray that it is.
What's the point of putting ballistae inside the fort?
Some officer probably thought it was a good idea.
Did you hear that Teyrn Howe was murdered?
I think that's a new record, even for an arl of Denerim.
Didn't he only hold the title for ten days?
I heard the Chantry was offering to pay anyone who'd come to the funeral.
Not even his own kin will make the trip for it.
Don't bother us; we're not on duty until next watch.
Whatever you want, go talk to the sergeant.
Unless you're the king himself come back from the grave, or Queen Anora's long lost twin, leave us alone.
O Lady of Perpetual Sacrifice, pray for us.
Sing our names to the Maker, that he send us Light in these dark times...
<emp>Prepare Redcliffe for the attack</emp>
Bann Teagan has directed you to Ser Perth, who leads the knights of Redcliffe, and Murdock the mayor, who is in charge of the militia.
Perth and Murdock will know what Redcliffe needs to be prepared for nightfall.
Ah!
I didn't see you standing there.
May I help you?
Oh, no, I was just looking for the captain.
I beg your pardon, Mother.
<act>Have Zevran lie to her.</act>
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
Queen Anora's handmaid, Erlina, has informed you that the queen is being held prisoner at Arl Howe's estate.
Queen Anora believes that she may be killed, and her murder blamed on Arl Eamon.
Erlina seeks your aid in freeing the queen.
Meet Erlina at the arl of Denerim's palace as soon as you can.
Rescue the Queen
<act>Attack her.</act>
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
You've killed Howe and his pet mage.
Queen Anora should be free.
Go quickly, before more guards find you.
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
You've freed Queen Anora from the room in which she was imprisoned.
She has put on a guard uniform and will be leaving with you in this disguise.
Get the queen out as quickly as you can.
Who is--Oh, Maker save us!
The fort is under attack!
O Voice of Wisdom, pray for us.
Fill our hearts with the Chant that we may be ever-singing.
O Queen of Orphans, pray for us...
Maker save us!
Don't you do anything stupid.
<emp>Find the missing elves</emp>
You've learned that there is a plague spreading about the elven Alienage.
Men from the Tevinter Imperium are here, supposedly to help, but they are apparently taking both sick and healthy elves into quarantine, and no one ever sees them again.
Shianni says that you may be able to enter the hospice through a side door.
What do you--wait, you don't belong in here.
Guards!
Be on your business.
Chanter Devons
<emp>Escort Duncan to his quarters</emp>
Irving introduced you to Duncan, a Grey Warden who is a guest of the Circle.
After congratulating you on surviving your Harrowing, Irving instructed you to escort Duncan back to his room, which is on the same floor as Irving's study, on the east side and close to the library.
All right, we need a plan.
This might be tricky.
We need a plan here.
<emp>Talk to the stubborn blacksmith</emp>
Owen the blacksmith is the only one who can repair the militia's equipment, but he's locked himself in the blacksmith and refuses to help.
Murdock wants you to go talk to Owen to see if you can change his mind.
<emp>Talk to Murdock</emp>
Owen has come around.
He relit his forge and is starting to repair the militia's equipment.
Murdock will be glad to hear of this.
The Brave Men of Redcliffe
<emp>Escape the Fade</emp>
Niall says a sloth demon is behind this trap.
The creature is at the center of the many islands in this part of the Fade, and though a strange pedestal allows movement to those locations, there is always an obstacle that Niall can't pass.
The islands form a kind of ward.
You can't escape until you defeat the sloth demon, but you can't reach him until you puzzle out the islands that protect him.
The pedestal is key.
Ser Cauthrien
You killed Dwyn.
The militia is going to have to do without his help.
You've managed to convince Dwyn to come out of his locked house to help the militia in their fight.
The Dwarven Veteran
You used the rod to reactivate the statue, who calls itself Shale.
It may be a valuable addition to your party.
<emp>Investigate the statue's history</emp>
There's a strange statue standing in the middle of the village.
Could you do something with it?
Statues are People Too
<emp>Talk to Murdock</emp>
Owen is dead, thanks to you.
Now there is no blacksmith to repair the men's equipment.
Murdock should be told about this.
The day is over and much has happened.
Tomorrow, you venture into the Deep Roads.
Some rest would be in order.
<emp>Get Dwyn to help the militia</emp>
Murdock told you about Dwyn, a dwarven veteran, who has refused to help the villagers fight the creatures.
If you can get Dwyn to help, it would greatly increase the militia's morale.
Perth is happy about the holy amulets and believes that they are blessed by the Maker and that they will protect the knights.
The Maker's Shield
<emp>Seek out divine protection for the knights</emp>
While Perth and the knights are ready to fight, Perth thinks some kind of holy protection from the Maker will boost his men's morale.
You should talk to Mother Hannah to see if she is willing to help.
Mother Hannah can be found in the village chantry.
<emp>Investigate the new human's presence</emp>
Soris has noticed another human in the alienage.
Vaughan's intrusion has put many of your neighbors on edge.
Perhaps this human's presence is more trouble than it's worth.
Hospice Key
One of the keys to the makeshift hospice.
You rescued your betrothed, Nesiara, from the lecherous human, Vaughan, and his henchmen.
<emp>Explain Mother Hannah's reasoning to Ser Perth</emp>
Mother Hannah says the Maker doesn't give people protection just because they want it.
The Maker's forgiveness must be earned, not demanded.
She also says that Ser Perth doesn't seem to be able to grasp this concept and is convinced she is withholding protection from the knights.
Perhaps you can try to explain this to Perth.
<emp>Take the amulets to the knights</emp>
Mother Hannah has given in and is letting the knights take some holy amulets, even though she dislikes this deception.
The amulets aren't really magic, but they should help the knights' morale.
Perth agrees that setting undead on fire is a good thing.
He's going to use the oil.
Every Little Bit Helps
Sister Theohild
Mother Perpetua
Mother Hannah told you that she cannot provide the protection that Ser Perth desires.
He wants the Maker to shield his men, but she says that the Maker does not intervene just because one wants Him to.
Ser Perth will just have to do without the divine protection he seeks.
<emp>Find a use for the barrels of oil</emp>
You noticed some barrels of oil in the general store.
Perhaps someone could use them to defend Redcliffe.
Ser Perth and his knights are ready to defend Redcliffe.
<emp>Talk to Ser Perth</emp>
Ser Perth and his knights are stationed near the windmill.
Ser Perth and the Knights
<desc>Sigh</desc> All right.
Just find Tamlen.
Creators watch over you both.
"Shemlen" we call them--"quick children".
I suppose it takes a certain arrogance to look upon another people as children, no?
Perhaps we should be more heedful of our own role in Arlathan's loss.
Even so, it was a bitter lesson to learn.
One we are not grateful for.
I can see why you resent humans, then.
<emp>Await nightfall</emp>
Redcliffe is as ready as it's going to be.
You are waiting for nightfall, which is when the attacks will start.
What in the Maker's name is this?
Stop her!
What in the Maker's name is this?
Stop him!
Bann Teagan has left myself and Ser Perth in charge of the village's defense.
With you here, preparations will hopefully go a little smoother.
You may want to also speak to Murdock, the mayor.
I believe he needs help getting the militia ready.
As you wish, my lady.
Maker watch over you.
As you wish, my lord.
Maker watch over you.
<emp>Find the missing elves</emp>
Not one of the elves you've seen in the hospice is sick.
They've been taken away for some other reason.
Perhaps you should tell Shianni about this.
<emp>Find Valena</emp>
You told Owen that you would try to find his daughter, Valena.
She served the Arlessa Isolde, and Owen has not heard from her since the trouble in Redcliffe started.
Owen believes she is still in the castle.
<emp>Make sure Valena made it back to the village</emp>
Valena, the blacksmith's daughter, escaped back to town by going back the way you came.
You should check on her when you have the time, to make sure she made it back safely.
Lost in the Castle
Templar Guard
<emp>See what Irving wants from you</emp>
Jowan, another Circle apprentice, roused you from your slumber the morning after your Harrowing.
After fretting about his own delayed Harrowing, Jowan informed you that Irving would like to speak with you.
Do not keep the first enchanter waiting.
Do you know a templar named Irminric?
You did not manage to find Valena in the castle, but you lied to Owen and told him that she had escaped safely.
Perhaps this will ease his mind.
Wynne's Barrier
I'm sorry; I lied to you.
Valena is dead.
Owen's daughter, Valena, made it back to the village safely.
Owen is very glad to have her back and was very grateful to you.
The Possessed Child
A cheaply made brass key, probably for an apartment in the slums.
"Veras, bring seven males and four females for the next shipment. --Caladrius"
"Of those fallen in the Maker's service, let me sing, Lady of Sorrows.
Carry their names to the ear of the Most High."
Of course we did.
Are you kin of his?
He fell in service to the Maker against maleficarum.
There was never a better soul.
<desc>Something is moving inside the dresser.</desc>
<desc>When you approach the dresser, something moves inside.
You hear a short, surprised intake of breath, and then silence.</desc>
Go away!
This isn't your home!
Young man, come out this instant.
I... yes, ma'am...
A small human.
I say burn it out.
This is my home!
My home!
You hear me?!
How... how do you know my name?
Did... did she tell you to take me back to the chantry?
Don't make me go back there!
I hate that place!
I hate it!
Everybody's scared, but they tell me I shouldn't be scared.
And they tell me I shouldn't be sad that Mother died.
I...
I don't want to be sad!
I'm brave!
I'm going to be a hero!
I'm going to fight them off, I will!
N-no...
I just heard you coming and...
I guess that's not very brave of me, is it?
I'll...
I'll come out now.
Maybe.
But she just tells me not to be scared, even though she is!
She tells me not to be sad, but she keeps crying because Mother died.
I know, but I don't want to be in the chantry.
You wouldn't!
You stay away from me!
Wait!
Don't go!
I'll...
I'll come out...
Oh.
Are you... are you here to take me back to the chantry?
Please don't!
I hate it!
My... my name's Bevin.
My sister is Kaitlyn; she... she's probably still in the chantry, I guess.
No!
I'm not going back there!
I won't, I won't!
What?!
You wouldn't!
A mage?!
Wait!
Wait, I'll come out!
Don't set me on fire!
Wait, don't go!
Ahh!
What are you doing?!
All right, I'll come out!
Hello?
Is someone in there?
Bevin?
Is that you?
I spoke to your sister in the chantry.
Why do you hate the chantry so much?
From in there?
Don't you think your sister might be worried about you?
Why are you hiding in there?
It's not safe.
I don't care.
Come out or I'll drag you out.
Then I guess you can stay in there. <act>Leave.</act>
I'm Kaitlyn's friend.
I'm magical.
Kaitlyn told me.
Who are you?
What are you doing in there?
You should be in the chantry.
Come out.
Come out or I set the dresser on fire.
I am a mage, little boy.
Just watch me.
I wouldn't?
Just watch me.
Tell me who you are, then.
Fine, I'll drag you out. <act>Open the dresser.</act>
Stay in there, then.
See if I care.
Whatever's inside the dresser, come out now.
<act>Open the dresser.</act>
<emp>Find Bevin</emp>
Kaitlyn, a young woman who lives in Redcliffe, is afraid for her brother, Bevin.
Their mother was dragged off by the creatures from the castle, and now Bevin has run off.
Kaitlyn doesn't know where he is and she has failed to find him.
<emp>Find Bevin</emp>
Kaitlyn, a young woman who lives in Redcliffe, is afraid for her brother, Bevin.
Their mother was dragged off by the creatures from the castle, and now Bevin has run off.
Kaitlyn doesn't know where he is and she has failed to find him.
You told Kaitlyn you would search for Bevin.
A Missing Child
<emp>Talk to Kaitlyn</emp>
You found Bevin hiding in a wardrobe in Kaitlyn's house.
He has returned to the chantry to be with his sister.
Arl of Denerim's Estate
Bevin is back with Kaitlyn.
She's very grateful.
Bevin's back with Kaitlyn.
Kaitlyn seems a little afraid of you.
Riordan
Vaughan
Oswyn
Rexel
Irminric
Dungeon
<emp>Find the golem control rod</emp>
You've learned, from the ledgers in the store, that Lloyd the bartender bought the control rod several years ago.
<emp>Obtain the golem control rod</emp>
Lloyd has been using the control rod to stop the wobble in one of his kegs for years.
Thanks to you, the militia can now drink as much as they want, as often as they want.
This is a good thing, right?
A Stiff Drink to Dull the Pain
Estate Exterior Main Entrance
Spy!
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
It seems Anora managed to get to Eamon's estate, where she will be staying as a guest.
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
Queen Anora's handmaid, Erlina, has informed you that the queen is being held prisoner at Arl Howe's estate.
Queen Anora believes that she may be killed, and her murder blamed on Arl Eamon.
Erlina seeks your aid in freeing the queen.
She will help you sneak into the estate.
<emp>Convince the barkeep to give the militia free drinks</emp>
You've learned that the Redcliffe militia is unhappy because they have to pay for drinks.
The men do not have much coin, and they face the prospect of a gory death.
Ale is their only comfort.
Perhaps you could arrange for the militia to get their drinks for free.
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
You made it into Howe's estate.
Now you need to find Queen Anora's chambers and escort the queen from the estate safely.
Battered Ballista
Ballista Bolt
The steel bolt of a ballista.
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
Erlina will distract the guards so you can enter the palace.
Wait in the bushes until the time is right for you to make your move.
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
There is a commotion at the front entrance to the palace.
This is a perfect opportunity for you and Erlina to slip around the back.
No!
I'm not dying here!
Are you all prepared?
I will go distract the guards.
<emp>Prepare for the Landsmeet</emp>
You have come to Denerim for the Landsmeet.
Arl Eamon wishes to assemble the nobles to choose a new king that will unite Ferelden against the Blight.
However, Loghain is still a thorn in your side, and there is much to do before you can confront him.
Keep Eamon informed of your latest exploits.
He can usually be found in his sitting room in the upper floor of his estate.
Valena escaped to the village safely, only to discover her father, Owen, dead.
With nothing to keep her in Redcliffe, Valena has left to seek out family in another part of Ferelden.
Jump to start area (gather henchmen).
Jump to start of Landsmeet plot.
Uneven Stone
<emp>Speak to Arl Eamon when you are ready to leave for Denerim</emp>
You brought Andraste's Ashes back from the hidden temple in the mountains.
The Ashes worked as the legend said they would, and Arl Eamon has recovered.
He has learned of the terrible things that happened while he was unconscious and plans to call the Landsmeet in Denerim.
When you are ready to leave for Denerim, speak to Arl Eamon in Castle Redcliffe.
Campfire
So let it be.
You found Bann Teagan.
He was injured.
You helped him, and now he is the only survivor.
<emp>Meet at the Mill</emp>
Bann Teagan has a plan for getting into the castle and is waiting for you by the mill.
Teagan's Plan
About time a Warden showed!
Loghain sends his regards!
Bounty Hunter
Fort Exterior
Roof
<emp>Infiltrate Redcliffe Castle</emp>
Bann Teagan has left for the castle with the Arlessa Isolde.
Before he left, he gave you his signet ring, which opens a secret passageway into the castle, accessible through the windmill.
Take the secret passage and find out what's really going on in Castle Redcliffe.
The Trouble with Castle Redcliffe
Escape.
This is your last chance.
You've learned that the cause of all this trouble is Eamon's young son, Connor, who unwittingly made a pact with a demon and became an abomination.
It was Connor who summoned the creatures and almost destroyed Redcliffe.
You!
You did this to Connor!
I... yes.
I didn't tell you because I believed we could help him.
I still do.
Connor is no longer a child.
He is an abomination.
But there is another way.
A mage could confront the demon in the Fade, without hurting Connor himself.
I'm not about to kill a child.
I see no way this can end happily.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
The demon that turned Connor into an abomination can be defeated in the Fade.
However, travel into the Fade requires lyrium and a large group of mages to do the ritual.
Failing that, the lifeblood of a person can also be used to perform the ritual.
Arlessa Isolde is willing to sacrifice her own life.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
Tossing aside all other available alternatives, you have chosen to fight the demon here and now.
Footlocker
Ornate Chest
Iron Footlocker
Large Wooden Crate
Small Wooden Crate
<emp>Seek the Circle's help to free Connor</emp>
The demon that turned Connor into an abomination can be defeated in the Fade.
However, travel into the Fade requires lyrium and a large group of mages to do the ritual.
You have volunteered to seek help from the Circle of Magi.
Pile of Sacks
Rubble
Pile of Bones
Bandit
<emp>Find a way to free Sten</emp>
You opened the door to Sten's cage, but he has peculiar ideas about freedom, and has chosen to remain in the cage.
So here is a question for the painted elf...
Painted elf?
Oh, that's me!
Oh, I do like that.
Am I to understand correctly that the painted elf is a "crow?"
Not literally, but... yes.
I am a Crow.
As in a bird.
Is there another sort?
So the painted elf assaults helplessly statuary with its feces?
If given sufficient cause, why not?
That is outrageous!
The painted elf will stay away from me.
Or else.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I get a lot of that.
Ceorlic
I did what I had to do.
Even a distraught mother's begging could not sway you from you from your decided course of action.
The abomination was too dangerous to let be, and you had to slay it, destroying Connor in the process.
Wracked with guilt over the part she played in Connor's possession, and knowing that her son was in agonizing pain, Isolde made the decision to end his life, lovingly and gently, as only a mother could.
There is an intelligence behind those canine eyes of yours, dog.
It occurs to me that the dog was forged in a way not unlike I was.
Someone sought to create a useful tool, and they employed magic to create the dog.
The only difference is that I apparently volunteered to become what I am.
The dog has heard the tale, no?
Good.
I wonder, however, if the dog would have decided differently, had it had a choice?
Would it have remained a stupid and ineffective hound, but a happy one?
I, too, struggle with this question.
I wish I could remember the dwarf that I once was.
I suppose the dog and I are not so different after all.
Just... keep your urine to yourself.
Believing in things when there is no proof is what gullibility is all about.
So I am gullible, now?
I take it we are no longer sisters in spirit?
I am a creature of stone.
I rather doubt that we would be related in any shape or form.
I have thought about what the sister said.
Our last talk?
And?
I would like the sister to explain to me the purpose of <emp>birds</emp>.
Birds?
What... kind of birds?
Any kind.
The evil little demons that strafe the ground with their droppings.
What reason could your Maker have for such things?
The same He has for any... evil.
Such as the darkspawn.
If one were to... equate the two.
I have a difficult time believing in any higher power that would inflict evil upon the world.
Does it enjoy such jests?
Perhaps there is a lesson to learn in it.
Not all lessons are easy, Shale.
Hmph.
It's any wonder this Maker has so many followers.
I mean... birds!
What was He thinking?
I have thought a little more about the sister's Maker.
He's not just my Maker, Shale, He's your Maker too.
He created everything.
I happen to know exactly who <emp>my</emp> maker is.
Hmph.
I don't know who made me, but I doubt it was Him.
I think you're wrong.
The important part of you... that part which makes you <emp>you</emp>...
He made that.
And the sister simply believes this, even though there is no proof?
And the sister still believes that she and I could be sisters?
In spirit?
I do.
I think that would be nice.
I suppose there are worse things that could happen.
Like being assaulted by a flock of pigeons.
I'm glad to hear it.
I doubt that would be a problem in <emp>this</emp> particular instance... but who knows?
The act of creation is grand fun.
The ritual worked, and a mage was sent into the Fade to do battle with the demon.
There, in its own domain, the demon was defeated.
Connor is free.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
Arlessa Isolde has sacrificed her life, that her son might be saved.
Jowan's blood magic ritual has sent one mage into the Fade, and that mage must defeat the demon in the Fade to free Connor.
So essentially right now you're a <emp>naked</emp> girl dwarf.
Who is also made of stone.
Erase the mental image in your head, drunkard, or I will crush it out with my fists.
I am going to stand over here, now.
I suspect it thinks that would be a pointless endeavor.
But it would be <emp>wrong</emp>.
Ummm, right... just as an aside?
This bird fixation?
Creepy.
I am uncertain.
Had it known then what it knows now, would its decision have been different?
<desc>Sigh</desc> No.
No, I would not have killed her.
Even had I known.
Then...
I am content.
The swamp witch has been looking at me oddly.
Stop it, or I will crush its tiny, bird-like head.
I am simply finding it difficult to believe that there is a woman inside of there.
A woman who was also a warrior.
And a dwarf.
Yes, that would explain a great deal.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Now you're beginning to sound just like Alistair.
Key to Lower Prison
A rusty iron key.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
You chose Morrigan to travel into the Fade, to defeat the demon there.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
You chose Wynne to enter the Fade.
If the demon is defeated there, Connor's life will be saved.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
You ignored First Enchanter Irving's warning, and chose Jowan to enter the Fade.
This is Jowan's chance to redeem himself.
Into the Fade
Yes, I...
I trust you.
We must help my son.
Then we are done here.
I cannot lose Eamon, not after losing my son.
It would be too much to bear.
I pray that Eamon awakens soon.
I have faith that you will find a way to help my husband.
The Chanter's Board
Don't forget that he risked his life to save Connor.
Why does the swamp witch still travel with the Grey Wardens?
You are of the opinion that I should not be?
I am curious.
It seems as if it has little reason to stay.
The same could be said of you.
There is no control rod commanding your presence, golem.
I have no history, and thus no purpose.
The same cannot be said for the swamp witch.
Its purpose is simply unknown.
Keep asking questions and I shall turn into a bird.
I can do that.
<desc>Snorts</desc> I have no fear of birds.
Oh, I didn't say you were <emp>afraid</emp>.
I would simply hover out of reach, hovering, waiting until...
Enough!
I shall be silent.
Excellent choice.
It is referring to its former wife?
I think some statues should sod off and ask their sodded questions to someone else.
I am finding the nature of its relationship to this Branka difficult to imagine.
Make-up sex.
She really knew how to polish the old anvil, if you take my meaning! <desc>Whistles</desc> Paragon! <desc>Laughs</desc>
I am done imagining, now.
There was a man in the village who reminded me of the drunken dwarf.
They had some dwarves just like me, huh?
No.
None of the dwarves were similar.
They were quiet and respected, more or less.
What about that Dwyn fellow?
Nobody liked him!
He was respected because he was wealthy.
He also treated me with respect.
He once said I was made of the most lovely stone... lovely!
Hmph.
It's all right.
No, the one I remember was a human.
He vomited in the street constantly.
Then he wandered into a snowstorm and froze to death.
Huh?
And how is that like me?
Did I say similar?
I meant I <emp>hoped</emp> he was similar.
I think I had a wife like you, once.
I confess I didn't listen.
I was too busy planning my revenge.
Eh?
And what happened to him?
He disappeared during the fighting in Honnleath.
Tragic.
Hit his head on a rock, I think.
Huh.
Remind me not to fart anywhere near <emp>you</emp>.
The drunken dwarf fights... reasonably well.
You don't have to make it sound like you're passing a stone to admit it.
It is not physically weak.
Or entirely inept.
In combat.
You looking to borrow money, or something?
I am saying that there are worse things than being forced to fight at its side.
Good to know.
Should I drop my trousers now?
Or are you done?
Done.
Very done.
Birds?
Birds are... but animals.
Enlightenment does not await them.
Excellent.
That sounds very promising.
The qunari mentioned something of equality when we last spoke.
I said that all were equal under the qun, yes.
What of humans?
Surely they would not be as equal as others?
All who accept the Qun have their place, as any other.
In the lands we occupy, even the elves have come to embrace this concept.
And if this place is at the bottom?
If that is where one belongs, then that is where one should be.
The qunari are a very practical people, Sten.
It is as I have always said.
But I thank you.
I understand.
Thank you for the answer... wise one.
I do not know.
Crushing heads is fun, for now.
Well, that's... something.
I wish to say that it has been pleasant fighting at the qunari's side.
I feel the same.
You are a remarkable construct, kadan.
A warrior to be feared.
No more than the qunari, surely.
The way it strikes down its foes, marvelous!
I smile each time you roar a battle cry, knowing our foes tremble.
I could watch you fight all day long--the skill you display, the form, how the light plays on its muscles...
I mean... yes.
Well done.
With the fighting.
You.
As well.
<emp>Revive Arl Eamon</emp>
The demon has been vanquished, and the village saved.
However, Arl Eamon is still unconscious.
Legend says that Andraste's Ashes have miraculous powers and can cure the ill.
The Redcliffe knights were on a quest for this Urn of Sacred Ashes, and you must finish what they have started.
Arl Eamon must be revived.
Ooh!
Golem vomit!
This I have to see!
Uh... maybe?
I've seen you take some bad hits.
Don't you feel anything?
Anger.
Rage, even.
Perhaps a little distress.
Is this pain?
So you remember your old master's name, right?
And everything about him?
Is it still going on about my memory?
Such focus must be incredibly difficult for it to maintain.
But you don't remember killing him, or how you got all free-willed or anything.
But you do remember the next thirty years?
More or less.
My former master did something to me, which I do not remember.
What is its point?
A-ha!
How could you know he did something to you... unless you remember it!
Let us, for argument's sake, assume it is correct.
I murdered the fool on purpose, and remember it.
Why would I lie?
Because you, uh... could do it again!
Ye-esss, I waited thirty years, biding my time until I could strike!
Soon my betrayal shall be complete!
Exactly!
I knew it!
Ha!
Well, do not tell anyone.
I want it to be a surprise when it happens.
I think I got it, now.
Why you claimed to forget about the murdering bit.
Oh?
Do tell.
Does it involve prostitutes and quaint mining references?
You're <emp>embarrassed</emp>.
<emp>I</emp> am embarrassed.
You're a proud one.
If I know anything, it's when someone's too proud for their own damned good.
And whatever that mage dug up in you, it made you lose control, didn't it?
You go on and on about how humans are weak and they die so easily--and you should know, right?
Slip up once and they die, just like that.
This is its theory?
I bet you even <emp>liked</emp> the guy!
Easier to believe you killed someone you hate, though, huh?
I...
It knows nothing.
It knows <emp>less</emp> than nothing.
About screwing up, <desc>laughs</desc> I know lots.
More than lots.
But you just go on thinking whatever you like, stone-britches.
Denerim is the heart and soul of Ferelden.
It was the city of King Calenhad, the birthplace of Andraste.
As stubborn as a mabari, and as good to have on your side.
If we defeat Loghain here, the rest of the nation will follow us.
Thank you, my lord.
And goodbye, my... friend.
Are you saying Alistair is related to Cailan?
Alistair has a claim to the throne?
That's ridiculous.
Alistair would be a terrible king!
I think it's a great idea.
No.
I do not care.
Then leave me be.
For which?
I did not realize that you were a woman.
That is because I am not.
I am a golem.
But you were once a woman.
And a dwarf.
Doesn't that... mean anything to you?
The bard speaks of someone who lived and died five centuries ago.
What have I in common with her?
You share a soul.
I do not... it talks in riddles.
Desist, or I shall crush its head.
I do not understand why you hate birds so much.
It is because I had to endure their chirping, their perching and most especially their constant sh-
No, I understand <emp>that</emp> part.
But they were just... being what they are!
Exactly.
Disgusting vermin with wings.
Darkspawn must be exterminated for being what they are, as well.
But a bird is a creature of grace, and beauty!
They open their mouths and they <emp>sing</emp>!
The bard hears music.
I hear a wail of banshees that boils my blood.
But... what about a nightingale?
Or a swan?
They are not pigeons, it is true.
Still?
Evil beasts of the sky.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I give up.
A tool?
As I thought.
No, don't deny it.
No.
You were once a dwarven woman.
With dreams and passions and all the rest.
Does that hold no sway for you?
Why would I wish to be that woman again?
She gave up her body, willingly.
No?
It is still in your heart.
Do you even realize this?
I have heard an interesting tale of the qunari.
Speak, kadan.
I am told that the qunari put mages on leashes.
Leashes!
What a delightful concept!
It is not something that one should take pleasure in.
It is done because it is necessary.
Why not put them out of their misery?
Crush their skulls and be done with it.
Fast.
Efficient.
Fun.
You have been offended by such men, so your bloodlust can be forgiven.
But these ones you speak of are to be pitied.
Even so, they must serve just as any other must serve.
All must find their place within the qun.
It does sound like a delightful place, where it comes from.
Mages on leashes!
What will they think of next?
I cannot say that they would not wish to put a leash on you as well, kadan.
Mmm.
That does sound less fun, yes.
Small Lockbox
But he's not dead!
When was this?
Perhaps I am not the best person to speak to.
There are priests inside better qualified to counsel you about your loss.
Over a month ago now.
I still can't believe it, myself.
Is it true?
Erlina tells me that Arl Eamon has gone ahead to call the Landsmeet.
I realize that my... actions at Howe's estate may not have painted me in the best light.
For that I apologize, and hope that we can start again.
You're being very foolish.
Why would Loghain leave half our own army to die when a Blight threatens?
I take him at his word: The battle could not be won.
<desc>Sigh</desc> We must hurry.
There will be little time before the patrol finds what you have done.
So much for subtlety. <desc>Sigh</desc>
Tower Entrance
Cailan was so <emp>idealistic</emp>.
The world was his storybook, and he was the hero.
My father is different.
He's an idealist, too, but... he knows what idealism costs.
Why did Loghain leave Cailan to die?
Do you know?
They often clashed, but never seriously.
Never for long.
Cailan would always come around to Father's way of thinking eventually.
And then the Blight came...
Cailan dreamed of uniting all the nations of Thedas against the darkspawn.
It was a dream he wouldn't surrender.
What my father saw, however, was the boy he had swaddled inviting Orlesian troops back into the land he had fought to free of them.
And for once, my poor, foolish husband wouldn't back down.
Are you worried?
It's true.
Jowan's Phylactery
The door seems to be magically sealed.
Arl Howe's Key
A finely wrought brass house key.
I'd like to understand Loghain better, if possible.
<desc>Giggle.</desc> With my future betrothed at my side?
How could I worry?
A bit.
But I know that together we are more than a match for my father.
Truly, I've never felt so ill-prepared for a Landsmeet before.
But it is in the Maker's hands now.
I... no.
And while I know your concern is hardly disinterested, still... thank you.
I'm looking forward to this.
You should hurry.
Father won't waste time wresting the proceedings from Eamon.
He will need you.
I'll meet you there.
Maker watch over us all.
I wish I were.
I hope we're ready.
But we have done all we can.
I know we are more than a match for my father.
I will see you again in the Landsmeet chamber.
Good luck.
<emp>Catch the escape artists in action</emp>
You have been tasked by Irving to go through with Jowan's plan so that both he and Lily can be caught red-handed.
Serving the Circle
Royal Estate
Jump to plot point.
Jump to Rescue.
Let us pray.
Blessed art thou who exists in the Maker's sight.
Blessed art thou who seeks His forgiveness.
Blessed art thou who seeks His return.
Blessed is the Prophetess, His daughter, sacrificed to the holy flame.
May the Chant reach the Maker's ears and tell Him of our contrition.
Jump to Slave Trade.
In the Maker's name, stop!
We will have order!
By calling the Landsmeet, I've struck the first blow.
The advantage, for the moment, is ours.
He will have little choice but to show himself, to oppose us directly.
He will strike back at us.
The only question that remains is how soon?
Stone met, Everd.
I believe it's time for your bout.
We may want to rethink this.
All right, what do we do now?
Something tells me she won't be as easy to get past as the others.
Have confidence.
We will simply divert her and go on our way.
That's not exactly an encouraging thing to hear in the middle of a fortress full of Loghain's soldiers, you know.
If you wish to plan, do it quickly.
They may be taking the Warden for execution as we speak.
We can handle this.
We've faced worse already.
Are we being subtle now?
I couldn't tell.
It's just one officer.
By a room full of guards.
In a fortress full of them.
What could go wrong?
Stop stalling.
Let's just crush their heads and go.
Did you hear what happened to Ser Cauthrien?
Pardon me, but I was curious...
I'm sorry to bother you.
Gentlemen, do you have time for a question, perhaps?
I beg your pardon, but I admit I'm quite curious...
A question.
Hey, tell me something.
<act>Let Alistair make conversation.</act>
What the--
Sergeant Tanna
You're off-duty, aren't you?
Why are you spending your free time in this dull hall instead of out in the city or relaxing in the guard room?
What are you doing in this empty hall?
If I had the time, I would be in the tavern.
What are you doing hanging around in the hall?
I'm sure this is a nice fort, but I wouldn't want to spend <emp>all</emp> my time here.
Why are you here?
Does your duty truly require that you devote even your own time to it?
Why do your officers keep the two of you standing about uselessly in the hall?
Surely you don't expect anyone to come in here and steal the ballistae.
You are soldiers.
Should you not be in battle?
Why are you here?
What do they pay you guys to keep you standing here when you're off-duty?
<act>Leave them alone.</act>
You were unable to help the kennel master and his hound.
Well... that is...
I suppose we could go somewhere else...
You never know when we might be needed... <desc>coughs</desc>
That's very diligent of you.
I thought it might have something to do with that pretty sergeant over there...
Ah, so it is not on the account of your excellent view of the lovely sergeant over there.
How admirable.
I'm sure the sergeant there appreciates your dedication.
And of course your superiors are bound to notice your dedication.
Right.
Bandits might steal... ballistae, or something.
Very large bandits.
There's probably a black market for... siege weapons somewhere.
If you were needed, who would know to find you here?
Brownnosers.
Modify your relationship with Leliana?
Modify your relationship with Morrigan?
Select a henchman to add.
Choose party.
Alistair.
Had sex.
Alistair has changed.
Romance active.
Leliana has changed.
Add other henchmen.
Jump to plot point.
Nowhere.
<act>Let <DogName/> handle this.</act>
Well, I can't say the... ah... scenery here isn't a good argument for spending time here.
What?
You never said you had your eye on Tanna!
Of course I--you... you <emp>poacher!</emp> You're eyeing her, too!
I've been posted here longer than you have.
You're the blighted poacher, you mangy little runt!
I almost feel bad for doing that.
Well, that was easy enough.
Shall we go, then?
Hey, where'd you come from?
Is that a purebred?
Maker's breath!
<desc>Bark!</desc>
Blighted mutt!
Take it easy; you can't just attack a mabari.
Are you mad?
Didn't you see that cur bite me?
I'll turn him into a rug!
Andraste's knickers, man, it's a mabari.
He wouldn't have bit you if you weren't such an ass.
You're taking the <emp>dog's</emp> side?
Oh, that's it...
That was... amazing.
Have you ever considered becoming a bard?
Well done.
Remind me to buy you a new pair of boots to chew on after this.
Feeling quite smug about that, are you?
You are getting a <emp>very</emp> big steak when we get out of here.
Good boy!
Now let's find the Warden.
You are a better strategist than I thought.
Oh, lovely.
Now you're going to be even more smug.
Why?
That was brilliant.
Now let's hurry.
The Warden is waiting.
You should.
T'is exactly what I would have done.
Bravo.
Remind me to stay on your good side.
Don't.
It's for a good cause.
Now, let's go.
Almost.
That was...
I don't know if I'm impressed or afraid.
Good job.
It is trickier than I expected.
Does it know how to do that to birds?
<desc>Anxious whine.</desc>
So predictable.
I... didn't quite expect that.
I mean, it's certainly a distraction...
I just wanted to maybe cause one <emp>on purpose.</emp>
Unexpected, but it never hurts to be lucky.
Huh.
Humans.
Who knew they were that excitable?
Yes.
I grow weary of watching you admire yourself.
Let's.
The Warden is waiting.
I have never seen anyone use his mouth as a weapon.
Curious.
Sod it, I wanted to watch them beat each other up.
Don't gloat.
We still have work to do.
If I didn't already know you were a witch, that would have proven it.
You did fine, Alistair.
Now let's hurry.
Perhaps ineptitude can be your weapon.
Let us go.
Who cares?
It worked!
Let's find the Warden already.
How... no, don't tell me.
I don't want to know.
I almost want to stay and watch them kill each other. <desc>Sigh</desc>
Chantry Cabinet Key
A brass key.
Knight's Note
This crumpled note is written by Ser Henric, a knight of Redcliffe. <desc>Codex</desc>
Knight's Locket
This golden locket bears within it a tiny painting of a pretty brown-haired young woman.
It is impossible to tell who the woman might be, but whoever owned the locket was quite fond of her.
Almost.
Not quite.
Oh, I can do all sorts of impressive things with my mouth...
Yes, yes, very ironic.
Is it done?
We don't have all day.
Break it up, you two!
You want to fight, do it in the mess like everyone else.
You're the officer on duty, aren't you?
This is a crime.
So this is your lot in life.
Are you satisfied?
May I ask what you're doing, exactly?
Oh, look at this.
What a waste.
Tell me: Are you a soldier or an ornament?
What're you doing?
<act>Let Alistair try to talk her into leaving.</act>
<act>Leave her alone.</act>
I am.
Is it difficult?
I can't imagine being responsible for the lives of an entire fortress full of people.
For a young woman in the prime of her life to waste away...
I suppose there is some comfort in the knowledge that you sacrifice your youth and beauty, the best years of your life, for your kingdom, but it seems... such a loss.
I... hadn't really thought of it like that...
How noble, to sacrifice the pleasures of life so others might enjoy them.
Your idealism is impressive.
You know... you're right.
Three Satinalias in a row, they've stuck me on barracks duty.
Three!
It seems a trivial thing for anyone to do, let alone a soldier in war time.
Boredom is likely the worst foe you will ever face.
A <emp>door</emp>?
Of all the things to assign to a sergeant, guarding an <emp>object</emp>?
One that isn't even critical, it's in the middle of the fort, for Andraste's sake!
Here you stand.
There is no battle to fight.
Hardly even any purpose to set a watch inside one's own fortress.
Perhaps you are meant to be decorative.
They task you with standing here.
For hours.
All day, perhaps?
What a life you must lead.
Full of wonder and excitement.
What does it look like I'm doing?
Idiot.
Well, that's just it.
It... doesn't really look like you're doing anything.
Nothing... unless being hot counts.
No doubt your masters prefer that you never think on it.
Better that their peons continue to think themselves free.
You know, I joined the army to follow in my father's footsteps.
To make him proud.
And what do I get?
Barracks detail.
Would he be proud of that?
Andraste's ass, he would...
You have a point.
This isn't what I had in mind when I signed on with the army.
I'm going to live my life before it's too late.
Let somebody else guard their stupid door.
Everyone depending on you all the time... it doesn't keep you up at night?
You don't think to yourself, what if I slip up?
What happens then?
...No...
And not just in the fort!
The whole city of Denerim relies on you!
Thousands of people!
I hadn't really thought of it that way...
I just can't imagine... 
Andraste's knickers!
It wasn't us!
It just... broke, Sergeant.
<desc>Groans</desc> The captain will spit knives when he sees this...
Oh!
I wasn't expecting...
Did Boann send you? <desc>Sigh</desc> I already told her: I'm old, not dead.
I can handle the work here perfectly well.
I...
I'm sorry...
<act>Have Zevran bribe her.</act>
Oh, we meant no offense.
Oh, I'm sorry, I was--<desc>Gasp</desc> Merciful Andraste!
What is that?
Charming reception...
<desc>Sigh</desc> Oh, here we go...
I've gotten turned around in here.
Which way is the captain's office?
I'm sorry to disturb you, Mother.
The, uh, great hall is which way?
Oh my, this isn't the captain's office at all, is it?
I beg your pardon.
I have merely gotten lost.
<desc>Laughs</desc> I, ah... was looking for the little dwarves' room.
I've served the Chantry longer than <emp>she</emp> has, and what do I get? "Wouldn't you like to retire, Mother Augustine?" Retire!
I just wanted to make a donation for the chapel.
Oh, I came to make a donation.
It's so important to keep up the Chant of Light in places like this.
I was just... looking to make a donation to the Fort Drakon Chapel.
I... don't suppose you'd be the person to see about that?
I was told to speak with you about donating to the chapel.
I was merely hoping to give you something for your chapel.
Look, here's ten sovereigns.
You didn't see me here, all right?
I have not spent thirty years ministering to the condemned to spend my days gardening and tatting lace, I'll tell you that.
Preposterous idea.
<act>Try to sneak out.</act>
<act>Have Leliana calm her down.</act>
Wild Flower
I don't care if she <emp>is</emp> the Grand Cleric's right hand!
She's no business telling me when to retire!
Don't you walk away from me while I'm talking to you!
In my day, we showed <emp>respect</emp> to elder clergy!
I had no idea we were being sent here to <emp>slight</emp> you...
That's unconscionable!
Dead Templar
You, there!
Who are you?
Speak quick, worms, before I call the guards and they clip your nasty ears!
They took the others to Lord Vaughan's room.
You should hurry.
He's not... gentle... with women.
Well met.
I'm Adwen, the cook's assistant.
A friend of a friend said you'd be coming.
Yes.
Dragged them to Lord Vaughan's quarters, they did.
You should hurry if you want to help them.
They took the women you're looking for to Lord Vaughan's quarters.
You should hurry.
He is not known for his... kindness.
Maker grant me patience!
She's got no business telling me how to run this chapel!
Y-you're right...
How dare she?
I'm going right back to the chantry to tell that woman where she can stick her "suggestions."
There's no way you could have won without cheating.
Just the kind of trash a human would pick up.
Go to the surface where you belong.
You deserve to die for insulting the ancestors.
The headsman is already sharpening the axe for you.
It's an offense against the Maker, is what it is!
And it's about time I did something about it.
Be good enough to mind the chapel for me, would you, dear?
I'm going to give that woman a piece of my mind...
Maker save us!
We're under attack by giants!
Get out of my face, brand.
They should send someone to pick up the trash.
Go back to your dirt pile, scum.
Stand back, I don't want to catch your diseases.
This place is going to the nugs.
Casteless running around like they own the place.
Vermin. <desc>Spits</desc>
That offer should have gone to my brother.
I can't believe it.
A dirty little duster...
The Wardens may want you, but you're still nothing down here.
Disgusting.
Get away from me.
What are you doing here, brand?
Sodding casteless breed like rats.
Maker, what is this?
Bandits?
Guards!
We're under attack!
I told you not to go back there!
It's wonderful to have a king again!
With that out of the way, perhaps we can finally resume trade.
The Aeducans had their turn.
It's good to see another house take the throne.
I hope the Assembly picks a King soon.
Is it true that surfacer elves are murderers and thieves?
What?!
You know we've reached the end times when a face-brand is free to wander around the Diamond Quarter.
Ancestors guide your steps, Warden.
I heard the Dace family cut off one of its branches because a daughter went to the surface and married an elf!
Get back to Dust Town where you belong!
That's excellent armor.
Dwarven make?
I always supported King Bhelen.
I swear!
Harrowmont will be a good king.
I... hope.
Old King Endrin would weep to see Orzammar in such a state.
I hear that elves have six toes on each foot.
Is that true?
Eugh.
Stand over there, brand...
Paragons smile on you, Warden.
Excellent showing in the Proving, Warden.
Is it true there's civil war on the surface, too?
King Bhelen promised me a role among his advisors.
Bhelen promised if my aunt supported him, I could open a new mine in the Deeps.
Ancestors favor King Harrowmont.
I'm sending my sons to help King Harrowmont put down this rebellion.
The Aeducans have held the throne for three hundred and seventy years.
That's long enough.
I remember when the Grey Wardens would visit... oh, the festivities we had!
Those days are past, aren't they?
Ugh.
Who let <emp>that</emp> in here?
Are your servants as lazy as mine?
I swear, no one knows their place these days.
Is it true there's civil war on the surface too?
Oh... that was easier than I expected.
I thought for sure I'd have to at least try the dress...
Welcome back!
What took you so long?
They're sending the sons of every Harrowmont supporter for some sort of surface war!
Shanedan.
You cannot seem to get your fill of our conversation.
I have made my choices, and come to this.
I will endure the consequences.
I will die, of course.
I have earned the task of dying in this cage, and I always carry out the tasks appointed to me.
Your mind has changed, then?
You can.
It is a simple matter.
Go, and do not look back.
I prefer my cage to your courtesy.
What use is that?
Truly?
Even my people have heard of your kith.
They are legends.
But I suppose not all legends are true.
I can do that by dying here, too.
Outside this cage, there is only a bigger cage.
Cozy.
And so it is done. 
I will follow you into battle.
In doing so I shall find my atonement.
Then I will find it myself.
May we proceed?
I am eager to be elsewhere.
So I am released, am I?
I will wait.
For the darkspawn.
I don't imagine your kind knows honor as mine do.
You would not understand.
Panahedan.
I have nowhere to go.
To stay here is good enough.
You have opened the door.
That does not make me free.
But I thank you for the attempt at kindness, misguided though it may be.
Did I not ask you to leave me in peace?
You wish something more of me?
So you have said.
What you do with it is your decision.
I confess, I did not think the priestess would part with it.
So be it.
Out of one cage and into another.
And in what endeavor am I to aid you?
You are a Grey Warden?
Even in the far north, we have heard the legends of their strength and skill.
But I suppose not every legend is true.
Set me free, and I will follow you against the Blight.
I have spent my life in the vanguard.
I know war.
And your lands need all the help they can get.
You may try.
Very well, I will follow you against the Blight.
I have spent my life in war.
And your lands need all the help they can get.
That is your choice.
You will find it difficult to move me, if I choose not to follow you.
That was my plan.
One would think she would send a document or an agent of her chantry.
But perhaps not all humans act in such a fashion.
Somehow that seems... unlikely.
It matters little, however.
Perhaps we have different ideas of freedom.
And once I am free, you expect me to go with you?
I have been a soldier of the vanguard all my days.
I know much of warfare.
And it seems obvious that you need all the help you can get.
I can have no preference if I do not know what the choices are.
Even if you were to unlock this cage, I would not be free.
That was always one of your choices.
This has not changed.
My death is a small thing.
But once the door is opened, do you intend me to follow you?
What are you doing that requires help?
You aren't one of my captors.
I have nothing to say that would amuse you, elf.
Leave me in peace.
I have nothing to say that would amuse a dwarf.
Leave me in peace.
I will not amuse you any more than I have the other humans.
Leave me in peace.
I'm in a cage, am I not?
I've been placed here by the Chantry.
I am Sten of the Beresaad--the vanguard--of the qunari peoples. 
If you haven't heard of us, that is your own shortcoming.
We are called a lot of things.
What's your point?
Though it matters little, now.
I will die soon enough.
Tempting, but I shall decline.
Were you in my position, would you prolong your imprisonment?
My preference is death in battle.
Failing that, I will wait for the darkspawn.
I have been convicted of murder.
Have the villagers not spoken of this?
The people of a farmhold.
Eight humans, in addition to the children.
Are you asking if I feel guilt, or if I am responsible for the deed?
However I feel, whatever I've done, my life is forfeit now.
Either you have an enviable memory, or a pitiable life, to know nothing of regret.
There is no difficulty in capturing prey that surrenders.
I waited for several days until the knights arrived.
Because I wished to.
Twenty days, now.
I shouldn't last much longer.
Another week at most.
Compared to your kind, maybe.
No doubt.
What help do you seek?
The Blight?
Are you a Grey Warden, then?
Surprising.
My people have heard legends of the Grey Wardens' strength and skill... though I suppose not every legend is true.
Strange that you would swear yourself to another's task.
It was my impression that such an honor belonged to the Grey Wardens alone.
So you <emp>are</emp> a Grey Warden, then.
Everyone does not try to fight it.
There are greater things than freedom.
Honor, for one.
You want me to help you, but it's not my concern?
Your logic is impeccable.
Importance is a matter of perspective.
From here, very little seems meaningful.
Death will be my atonement.
Perhaps.
What does your wisdom say is equal to my crime?
Then we are where we began.
I would prefer to die in battle, but my choices have been made.
Then we are in agreement.
This is a proud and powerful creature, trapped as prey for the darkspawn.
If you cannot see a use for him, I suggest releasing him for mercy's sake alone.
Mercy?
I wouldn't have expected that from you.
I would also suggest that Alistair take his place in the cage.
Yes, <emp>that's</emp> what I would have expected.
Not to put too fine a point on it, but qunari are renowned warriors.
If we could release him, perhaps he might help us.
I suggest you leave me to my fate.
Perhaps if you told her the Grey Wardens need my assistance.
It seems as likely to bring my death as waiting here.
I would not, were I her.
My thanks, elf.
My thanks, dwarf.
My thanks, human.
You mock me.
Or you show manners I have not come to expect in your lands.
If only I were so lucky.
So you're just going to stay here?
Even though the door is open?
Are you crazy?
What if the darkspawn come?
You'll just wait here until they kill you?
What is the matter with you?
Yes, come with me.
I can't just leave you here to die.
Fine, stay here, then.
No, I was being polite.
I'm a Grey Warden.
I can use your help.
You could atone for your crimes before you die.
Anything has to be better than that cage.
How's the cage?
I'll leave you alone.
And what if I don't lead you to your atonement?
And if you annoy me and I decide to kill you?
Thank you, Sten.
Glad to have you with us.
I, uh... guess that will do.
I don't want your help; you're free to go.
For what?
But you can leave.
Why not come with me instead?
Yes, you're free to go.
I have the key to open your cage.
She agreed to release you into my custody.
I am a Grey Warden, sworn to defend against the Blight.
How can you help us, exactly?
Never mind, you can stay in there.
And if I choose to do something else with you?
Very well, I'll let you out.
How can you help us?
You can go free; I don't need you.
And if I don't want you with us?
Does it matter?
You're in my custody, now.
If you won't follow me, you'll die in there.
Fine.
Stay in there, then.
If I don't offer the details?
<act>Lie</act> She agreed to release you into my custody.
I stole the key from her, actually.
Of course not.
I killed her and took the key.
Does it matter?
You can be free.
Whatever you think, you'll still be free.
So long as you do what I say, yes.
If you're willing to come with me.
That depends.
How can you help us, exactly?
Then, yes, as long as you do what I say.
Then, yes.
Come with me, if you're willing.
I have no need of you.
I'll just set you free.
Not at all.
I'm just setting you free.
Stay in the cage, if you prefer.
What do you mean, "Why?" Don't you want to be free?
You could come with us, if you wish.
I could simply leave the cage locked.
You certainly can't wish to stay in there, can you?
You can atone for your crime by assisting me.
Does that really matter right now?
Something worthy of your atonement.
I will leave you be.
What are you?
You're a prisoner?
Who put you here?
And just what are you doing in there?
Qunari?
I've heard qunari called "the warmongers of the north."
I could give you some food and water.
I could end it for you now, if you prefer.
What did you do to end up in here?
Who did you murder?
That's horrible!
Are you guilty?
If you feel guilty about the murder, why did you do it?
Capturing you must have been difficult.
You didn't resist capture?
What an odd thing to do.
How long have you been here?
That's a long time to live without food or water.
I find myself in need of skilled help.
I am sworn to defend the land against the Blight.
It's hardly an honor.
It's dangerous to be a Grey Warden right now.
The Blight is everyone's adversary.
What do you care, so long as you're free?
That's none of your concern.
I'm on a quest of great importance.
Aren't you interested in seeking atonement?
There are other ways to redeem yourself.
You could help me defend the land against the Blight.
I am on a quest of great importance.
So you would prefer to die?
I suppose you are right.
Would the revered mother let you free?
Then stay in there, for all I care.
I'll leave you for now.
I am <FirstName/>.
Pleased to meet you.
Then I will leave you to your fate.
My family has always supported the Aeducans.
I have nothing to fear from King Bhelen.
The ancestors have always favored the Aeducans.
King Harrowmont?
Pfah!
I can't believe House Harrowmont would overstep itself like this.
We simply must reopen the gates.
I cannot live without my fresh plum jam from the surface.
Oh my!
A surfacer, in Orzammar!
You're here to support your brother, of course?
<desc>Gasps</desc> You're the brand that desecrated the Provings!
At least we have a king again.
King Bhelen will be good for Orzammar, won't he?
Harrowmont's a little old to be king, isn't he?
I'm glad we have a king again.
Oh, I wish Orzammar were not in such a state.
I hear there's a war going on on the surface.
Oh, it must be so cold up on the surface!
How do you stand it?
I...
I never thought we'd see you here again.
The Wardens must be crazy.... recruiting a brand!
King Endrin chose Lord Harrowmont, but the ancestors spoke differently.
I shouldn't say anything bad about the new king...
King Endrin can rest in peace now.
The ancestors have spoken!
Long live Harrowmont!
It's times like this we really need a Paragon.
What's a human doing... oh, must be the Grey Warden we heard about.
Are you the Grey Warden they're talking about?
It's been a while since we saw a Grey Warden.
I bet they're avoiding Orzammar because of all the trouble.
I couldn't believe it.
Elman Helmi's girl, in love with a smith!
No offence, but I've often wondered how you people get by with your awkwardly long limbs.
Don't talk to me, exile.
Your brother Trian was my friend.
I hear that's the brand the Wardens recruited.
Harrowmont was robbed!
King Endrin chose him!
I hear Bhelen really enjoys the noble hunters.
How disgraceful.
King Harrowmont is a good man.
Ancestors smile on our new King Harrowmont.
I heard about a brand being recruited to the Grey Wardens.
I didn't believe it till now.
What happens if the Assembly never picks a king?
Wow, a real elf!
I could never go to the surface.
It must be so strange there.
Oh, I'm so glad they've chosen a king!
King Bhelen is so handsome!
It's nice to see Harrowmont get his due.
Harrowmont will be an excellent king.
I feel it in my bones.
Is it true the darkspawn are attacking the surface?
I miss old Endrin.
He was a good man.
Hmph, Bhelen's supporters aren't going to take this lying down.
I hope Lord Harrowmont wins.
He always had better taste in clothes.
Lord Harrowmont will make a wise king.
I hear the surface kingdoms are having problems too.
It's not just down here!
Maybe things can finally return to normal.
Ancestors favor King Bhelen.
May the ancestors smile on King Harrowmont.
Prince Bhelen is such a handsome, powerful man.
He'll make a great king.
Are you really a Grey Warden?
I thought you'd be taller.
Thought humans were supposed to be taller.
My brother was supposed to have a Proving today, but they're too far behind schedule. 
I apologize for interfering, but I couldn't just sit by and not help.
Save my life?
I assure you I can handle myself!
So now you know all about me?
We just met!
Well, that can be quickly remedied.
Let me introduce myself.
I am Leliana, one of the lay sisters of the chantry here in Lothering.
Or I was.
I joined the Chantry to live a life of religious contemplation, but I am no priest, not even an initiate.
They said you were a Grey Warden.
I'm surprised you're an elf, but elves must want the Blight defeated as much as humans, no?
Those men said you're a Grey Warden.
You will be battling the darkspawn, yes?
That is what Grey Wardens do?
I know after what happened, you'll need all the help you can get.
That's why I'm coming along.
Ah, I thought you might say that, but you see, the Maker wants me to join you.
I-I know that sounds... absolutely insane--but it's true!
I had a dream... a vision!
More crazy?
I thought we were all full up.
Look at the people here.
They are lost in their despair, and this darkness, this chaos... will spread.
The Maker doesn't want this.
What you do, what you are <emp>meant</emp> to do, is the Maker's work.
Let me help!
I can fight.
I can do more than fight.
As I said, I was not always a lay sister.
I put aside that life when I came here, but now... if it is the Maker's will, I will take it up again.
Gladly.
Please let me help you.
Then what?
What happens when the horde comes?
It will follow anywhere we flee until all we know is destroyed.
But I... <desc>sigh</desc> I will go, for now.
It's not important that you believe what I say, only that you serve the Maker in the end.
Think about it, please?
That is all I ask.
Perhaps your skull was cracked worse than Mother thought.
Thank you!
I appreciate being given this chance.
I <emp>will not</emp> let you down.
He is not just <emp>my</emp> god.
The Maker has love for all!
I...
I know you may not believe, but I had a dream... a vision!
Then... you believe me?
Oh, I knew the Maker had sent a true dream!
A vision, that by serving you, I serve His holy plan.
The Maker told me to.
That and the Maker wants me to go with you.
But... oh, I see.
Of course.
Shall we move on, my completely ordinary and unremarkable friend?
The Maker told me to join you.
Surely He would not do so without good reason.
I wasn't born in the Chantry, you know.
Many of us had more... colorful lives before we joined.
And I know that you did what you had to.
I do wish they had backed down, however.
I am glad you found it in your heart to offer those men mercy.
Are we getting a move on?
Good plan.
Where will we be heading then?
Oh, am I getting ahead of myself?
So sorry.
It's all right.
I was happy to save your life.
You must, butting into others' business all the time.
And now I'm moving on.
That's quite the temper you have, Sister.
We haven't met at all, actually.
I am <FirstName/>.
A pleasure.
I'm sorry, Sister, but you are very mistaken.
Right...
I believe this is where I back away slowly.
I need more than prayers, I'm afraid.
You feel sorry for the people?
Help them here.
I will stop the Blight, but I do not need you.
I suppose we're stronger when we stand together.
Then join me, if you would fight them.
I don't need your help, Sister.
Very well.
I will not turn away help when it is offered.
Can you... elaborate?
Why should I care what your god wants?
The Maker is on my side?
Welcome aboard, then!
Why so eager to come with me?
I will need help, that's true.
<act>Lie</act> These men were mistaken.
I'm no Grey Warden.
I'm going to say this slowly: You.
Not coming.
I'm not your friend.
And just what help would you be to me?
Why do you even want to follow me?
If that's what you want, I do need the help.
You can call me <FirstName/>, if you must.
And is there something you wanted from me?
So I see.
Where does a sister learn to fight like that?
Fine.
It's time for me to go, anyway.
I appreciate what you tried to do.
It's time for me to leave.
I am going to... wait.
What?
We?
Who is this "we?"
Why are you following me?
I don't even know you!
You're coming along, are you?
And who are you, anyhow?
The throne belongs with the Aeducans!
I hear Harrowmont's supporters are going to be fed to the deep stalkers!
This dispute over the throne is exciting, isn't it?
Ha!
The Paragons have spoken and Bhelen is king!
Hurrah!
I will gladly fight and die for King Bhelen!
Ridiculous.
This Harrowmont is not fit to be king.
He's no Aeducan.
It's not over.
Harrowmont will not be king for long.
I hear there's a new Blight coming.
How terrible.
You could not have come to Orzammar at a worse time.
One day the Paragon Branka will return!
Oh, and on that day...
Bhelen killed his entire family.
Everyone's talking about it.
And it made him King.
I see right through that Bhelen... he's up to no good, I say.
I never liked that slimy duster Bhelen anyway.
I support King Harrowmont fully!
The ancestors are punishing us for not following Branka.
That's why good King Endrin died.
What's one of <emp>those</emp> doing up here?
King Endrin chose Harrowmont as his successor, and that's good enough for me.
Yes, ser.
I am loyal, ser!
They took my brother away.
To fight darkspawn on the surface, they said...
It's strange not having an Aeducan on the throne.
Put down those weapons, brand, before you end up in a cell.
Lord Harrowmont is such a good, caring man.
He'll make a great king.
No king, and now elves running around like they own the place!
Orzammar will fight alongside you, Warden!
Wow, I've never seen an elf before.
You're sort of skinny and strange, aren't you?
It's been so dangerous ever since the king took ill.
They say Bhelen is rounding up everyone who spoke against him.
Prince Bhelen was cheated of his birthright.
I'm going to lie low until King Harrowmont puts down this rebellion.
By the ancestors!
Watch where you're treading...
Oh, sorry.
I thought you were someone else.
Being in Orzammar is a privilege.
Very few outsiders ever get to see our wondrous city.
A lone Grey Warden?
Don't they usually come to Orzammar in groups?
The great Paragon Branka will never return!
The ancestors have taken her from this world!
It's about time the darkspawn started attacking the surface.
They've bothered us for far too long.
All right.
Jowan and Lily want to escape the Circle.
Bah!
Watered down ale, damp beds, rickety stools... why do I even bother?
What are you looking at?
Overpriced swill.
Eugh.
Care to chat?
You <emp>what</emp>?
Who are you?
Guards!
He's down at the other end of the hall, my child.
First door on your right, dear.
That's very kind of you.
It's heartening to see some concern for the welfare of the condemned.
Andraste bless you.
Help!
They're after the prisoners!
If you're not bleeding, I don't care.
I was just lonely...
<act>Grab him through the bars.</act>
You have to let me out of here.
Thank you kindly, friend!
I think I won't be waiting around, if you don't mind...
Well, I <emp>could</emp> keep you company...
I don't dally with king slayers, bitch.
You're disgusting.
Oh really?
This should be good for a laugh.
Do tell.
Why don't you take that off so we can get started?
I just wanted some company...
<act>Lie</act> There are darkspawn near!
I can sense them!
What?
In Denerim?
Maker help us...
Right, and I'm Queen Anora.
Let me out, and I'll try to hold them off!
The archdemon is with them!
Hurry!
Let me out, or we're all going to die!
Oh, you're all right!
You know, I'm almost disappointed we didn't get to try our plan... ah, well.
Ah, there you are!
Are you sure you wouldn't like to go back and wait for us?
We had an excellent rescue planned...
Well, I should have known you'd be all right.
Let's get out of here, shall we?
Thank the Maker you're all right!
Come quickly, Warden.
Though I doubt you are inclined to linger.
There you are!
Follow me, the arl is waiting for us.
Ah, my dear Warden, did you miss me?
It's good to see you in one piece.
Now let's get out of here.
Thank the Stone!
You won't believe what they wanted me to do to get you out...
I suppose its escape means I won't get to crush any heads now. <desc>Sigh</desc>
The Alienage is closed.
Be on your way.
You found the body of a templar, slain by bandits.
His corpse had been picked clean of everything, save a note and a locket.
Perhaps the locket will mean something to someone back in Lothering.
By order of the new arl of Denerim, no one is to enter the Alienage.
But I'm from the Alienage!
Arl Howe wants to keep people out, does he?
Just what happened to Arl Urien, anyhow?
What have the elves done this time?
You might not want to say that too loudly.
Your kinfolk aren't exactly popular at the moment.
There's been an elven uprising.
Knife-ears even have the gall to attack the arl's only son!
Killed him in cold blood.
Maker, don't be so melodramatic.
It's a temporary lock down, not a performance of <emp>Dane and the Werewolf</emp>.
So you're just trapping all those people in there?
They were rioting, killed the arl's son.
The arl's ordered the gates sealed until order is restored.
No more than a day or two, I'd wager.
With the whole Urien family dead, the regent appointed Rendon Howe of Amaranthine the new arl of Denerim.
First thing he did was lead a purge of the Alienage.
It's a mess in there.
When things are put back in order, the gates will be reopened.
Now, on your way.
I don't suppose you know anything of tonics, medicines, or herbs?
I know a bit about herbalism.
I'm a bit of an expert, actually.
Afraid not.
Then you may be able to do us a lot of good.
Maker's Breath, you've answered my prayers! <desc>Coughs</desc>
All manner of travelers come through, many injured or sick.
We do our best, but we're out of supplies.
There's medicinal herbs in the woods to the north.
If you make a few poultices, I'll scrape together some sort of payment.
<emp>Find a way to free Sten</emp>
The revered mother was reluctant to release Sten, so you attacked her in an attempt to obtain the key to his cage.
Captured!
Father's awake!
Father's awake!
I do.
I lived to ensure that the Anvil was never used again.
Now it never shall be.
Yeah, you ain't kidding.
Stupid woman!
Always knew the Anvil would kill her.
Hmph.
Yes, excellent idea.
Just destroy it now, after all this.
It was good to meet you, Paragon.
I intend to ensure that your warnings about the golems are heard by the Circle of Magi.
That would please me, human.
Let us be done with this.
Huh.
Don't suppose you can bring Branka back?
Maybe make her a golem, like you?
I would not do such a thing to her even if I could.
Somehow I didn't think so.
Then I don't want anything that would remind me of... this.
Best it's just done.
No, I would not.
Have you not understood anything that was done, here?
There... is still the matter of the election.
I mean... we still need a Paragon to get the Assembly's support, right?
Finally, it was too much.
I refused.
And so Valtor had me put on the Anvil, next.
My apprentices knew enough to make me as I am, but not enough to fashion a control rod.
I retained my mind.
We have remained entombed here ever since, and I have sought a way to destroy the Anvil.
Alas, I cannot do it myself.
No golem can touch it.
Not revenge.
The blow of the hammer opened my eyes.
No!
I entombed myself here to find a way to destroy the Anvil!
It must not be used again!
Oghren?
You lost Branka to this.
What do you want?
I'll thank you for anything your skill can add to my cause.
This isn't a vote.
My decision stands.
This way!
Arl Eamon has recovered and has learned of the terrible things that happened while he was unconscious.
He has given you his word to aid you in stopping both Loghain and the Blight.
The Landsmeet has been called, and you must now go to Denerim, to take the fight to Loghain.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
You chose to go into the Fade, in the hopes that it can be defeated there, saving Connor's life.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
First Enchanter Irving and his fellow mages met you at Castle Redcliffe, as promised.
Their ritual has sent one mage into the Fade, and that mage must defeat the demon in the Fade to free Connor.
<emp>Weed out the bandits</emp>
There is a notice on the Chanter's Board about bandit groups lurking north of Lothering.
There are three groups in all and they must be eradicated.
<emp>Weed out the bandits</emp>
You killed two of the bandit groups north of Lothering.
One group remains.
<emp>Report back to the chanter</emp>
You killed all three of the bandit groups north of Lothering.
Report back to the chanter for a reward.
You have been rewarded by the chanter for removing all three bandit groups north of Lothering.
Bandits, Bandits, Everywhere
Do you need any help?
Farewell, then.
Have any luck finding herbs in the woods?
Thanks for the poultices.
They may save some lives.
I found them.
You could've warned me about the danger.
I could've mentioned to wipe your arse after you squat, too.
Figured you'd piece that together on your own, though. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
I'll write all you need to know in this note here.
This will help many people.
You're a good sort, you know?
Know of any well-paying work in Lothering?
Check the chanter's board by the chantry.
There's good jobs there.
I don't suppose you know anything about poison?
Pity.
Figured it was worth asking.
So you want to buy something, instead?
Yes, that's right poison.
My farm is far from town.
I'm not embarrassed to say I'm nervous about darkspawn.
I've got some traps around my place-- I heard that poison hurts them beasties just as good as anybody else.
I have... dabbled in such things.
That's not a skill I'd care to possess.
Poison?
Maker's Blood!
Why do you need poison?
I figured if I kept asking I'd find someone!
I'd pay good coin for some simple poison.
Something to slow them beasties down or make them think twice.
Then those bleeding sad-sots should stay off my land!
Besides, these days any folk out at night is more than like to slit your throat.
Can you make poison or not?
That's what Elder Miriam said.
But it's my coin and my land.
I just want to rest a little easier at night.
What if some refugee triggers your trap?
That's a hare-brained idea, if I've ever heard one.
Thanks.
I might have some ingredients in stock.
Don't really know what you need.
There's herbs in the north wood.
As for other stuff& look around town, some refugees just left things behind to travel faster.
I don't really know what you need, though.
I might have some in stock, too.
Any idea where I could get ingredients?
Any luck with that poison?
Or you here to see my stock?
I have what you asked for.
I'm still looking for ingredients.
Splendid!
If those beasties come on my land, I hope it teaches them a lesson.
Here's enough gold to cover any of your expenses and then some. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Sad to hear it.
I'd look in the woods, the town, and maybe look through my stock.
There should be enough around to make some.
Even if it's just rat poison, I'll take it.
Hello... uhh, stranger.
I d-don't suppose you know anyone that can make traps?
What do you need traps for?
I'm quite familiar with traps and the like.
Sorry, I can't make traps.
I can't help you.
Farewell.
I didn't mean to bother you.
Sorry!
Old Man Barlin said that d-darkspawn may be coming soon.
He's got traps on his farm.
I figured I'd put a few on my lands.
But Barlin wants to p-p-poison his traps.
I just want normal traps.
He don't have any poison yet, thank the Maker.
So his fields are just full of traps.
He can be a bit... eccentric.
Barlin has poison traps on his land?!
Why don't you just buy some?
I would... happily pay you to make some.
There's wood, nails, and other goods around the village and the forest.
But you probably already know that.
Sorry!
Come back if you make some.
None to be had.
Barlin has all the traps in the village in his fields.
D-did you make any traps?
Th-thanks for the traps.
I feel safer already.
I have the traps for you.
Do I scare you or something?
Oh!
What a relief.
All st-strangers do.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to offend you.
You seem nice.
Thank you, stranger.
Whenever you get around to it.
I appreciate it.
<emp>Find the orphan's mother</emp>
The chanter is offering a small reward to anyone who is willing to venture out into the wilderness to find the remains of a missing woman, Sarha.
Her personal effects may bring some small measure of comfort to her orphaned son.
<emp>Return the keepsake to the chantry in Lothering</emp>
You found the body of Sarha, the orphan boy's mother.
You have found her keepsake and should return it to the chantry in Lothering as soon as possible.
The chanter has rewarded you for returning Sarha's remains.
A Last Keepsake
Sarha's Corpse
<emp>Craft the poultices</emp>
Elder Miriam has requested that you use your skill with herbs to craft some lesser health poultices for the injured refugees of Lothering.
Three of these should suffice.
Refer to her note for specifics.
You gave the lesser health poultices you made to Elder Miriam.
More Than Just Plants
Wait, we need to put on our disguises.
What good are the uniforms if they won't get us inside?
Kid
As transcribed on behalf of Ser Bryant, templar and defender of the faith:
"Know that all those who prey upon refugees do so under pain of death.
The Maker spurns bandits and their kind.
The templars offer a sizeable reward for the apprehension or execution of the bandit leaders plying their trade in the northern wood and roads.
Beware: the bandits are numerous and of considerable skill.
Only a well-armed and well-trained party should brave the deep wood.
We pray for the success of any who undertake this mission."
Residents of good standing and passing travelers have indicated there are three bandit groups in the northern wood.
This humble chanter would echo Ser Bryant's caution, lest you wind up another victim to these evil men.
The reward for such service is three sovereigns.
May the Maker look after his children in our hour of need. 
On behalf of Thed the farmer and his departed son, I inscribe this missive.
As the Maker is my witness, I charge all those with knowledge of arms and armor to brave the dangers of the northern wood to find the family of bears that mauled and killed the boy Eneth.
For they are an abomination in the Maker's sight and their hides would prove great comfort to the northern farms and solace for Thed's family.
As chanter for Lothering, I do pledge a sum of one sovereign to whoever carries out this, the Maker's will.
Exercise caution first and foremost.
May His Light bathe us all.
A thanks to all villagers who've opened their barns and crofts to the refugees in these dark times.
The chantry regularly hears praise from our visitors and your virtuous deeds are mentioned in many prayers.
Sadly, there is a lone boy in the village whose mother, Goodwife Sarha, is missing.
As she has been missing for the better part of a week as of this writing, she is presumed dead.
May the Maker bless her passing.
She was a lady of middle years, with red hair, and fond of a green cloak.
If any traveler or resident comes across her in the wilds, please return her body or the effects on her remains.
In later years, the boy will be thankful to have such keepsakes to remember his brave mother by.
The Office of the Chanter will compensate this kindness with the sum of fifty silvers.
May the Maker turn his gaze on us all.
Even you must admit there's a suspicious rash of mortality among the advisors to the crown.
Bryce, Urien, Eamon.
Be gone.
I've important matters to discuss.
Sighard
Eamon's not dead.
More's the pity.
The only thing that truly worries me is Eamon's notion of putting this bastard on Maric's throne.
It's an ill precedent.
True.
I would rather see Anora keep the throne, myself.
Better it passes to the Mac Tir line than to some by-blow.
Have you heard the news about Howe?
Everyone in the city has.
Bryland must be pleased.
That half-blood is as cold as the mountains.
Did they not serve together in the war?
Oh, I can hardly speak ill of the sense or conscience of any man simply for wishing Rendon Howe dead.
You've met him.
The man made vipers seem personable.
Hmph.
Well, I-I didn't say I was shedding any tears over his passing.
He never was any friend of mine.
Did you see Wulff's face when he arrived?
I heard West Hills has fallen to darkspawn.
Your lands are in the south.
Surely you've seen the Blight yourself?
Hardly.
You know very well I have been in Denerim these past two years.
Rosalyn's health requires us to be in town, you understand.
Whoever you are I--wait.
I know you.
My son described you in great detail.
He tells me that I owe you his life.
You see me at a loss.
I suppose I have yet to recover from the shock of seeing Oswyn.
I am Bann Sighard of the Dragon's Peak Bannorn, and I owe you a debt of gratitude for your kindness to my son.
Is there anything you would ask as a reward for saving Oswyn?
When my grandfather's brother was taken by the Orlesians, they asked for forty sovereigns for his safe return.
Will that do?
Then consider it yours.
Thank you again.
Know that I will stand behind you at the Landsmeet, with all the support I can muster.
In fact, I'm taking my supper today with Bann Reginalda of the White River Bannorn.
I'll speak with her about this at once.
Fifty then.
What care I for gold when it won't help my son walk without pain?
I cannot believe you truly intend to haggle over the value of my son's life.
Take these forty sovereigns and my heartfelt gratitude.
You are as modest as you are noble.
I was thinking cold hard coin.
I don't know... prices have gone up since then.
All I want is for you to speak out against Loghain.
No.
I need no thanks for simple compassion.
I have no time to deal with supplicants.
I cannot thank you enough for what you have done.
Oswyn is my only son.
You may ask any reward it is in my power to find.
When I saw my poor boy's legs...
I only wish Howe still lived, that I might tear him apart myself.
I would bring troops against his son, but Oswyn tells me Thomas had no part in his father's depravity.
So, how much is that worth to you?
I would leave no man to suffer at Arl Howe's hands.
Don't even think you can spill that and leave it for me to clean.
Pigs, all of them...
It's so nice to be in <emp>civilization!</emp> You can't buy Orlesian silks <emp>anywhere</emp> in South Reach!
Release the hounds!
Food for the worms!
You are too large to use this.
On them!
Another down!
You will fall!
Another one for the worms!
This door would require massive force to break.
Wonderful, another one.
I suppose you're here to ask for a donation, too. 
West Hills Arling belongs to the darkspawn now, girl.
Perhaps they're interested in giving sovereigns to the Chantry, feeding orphans, clothing idiots, or whatever it is you want.
Well, I can see how you might miss it. 
All of southern Ferelden covered by black clouds, the ground rotting beneath your feet, plagues and darkspawn raids going on until even the crows get sick of the smell of carrion.
What's a little trifle like that when compared to the <emp>important</emp> troubles here in Denerim?
Boy, take your petition to the darkspawn if it's so important to you.
They hold my arling now.
I hear they're charitable folk.
I didn't know the West Hills had fallen.
I'm sorry.
<desc>Coughs</desc> Yes, I had heard that.
The men were short on decent armor and weapons for a while, but Owen, the blacksmith, has started repairing our equipment.
Stubborn fool was refusing to talk to anyone only this morning!
You didn't have anything to do with his change of heart, did you?
Heh.
Maybe we'll make it through this night after all.
Maybe I did.
Yes.
He's come round now.
Just count your blessings.
Shouldn't you be dead, then?
How quick did you cut leash and run at Ostagar?
Wise of you.
I'm not here for a handout.
I'm a Grey Warden.
Never mind.
I'll leave you alone.
No matter.
I've nothing left for you to take, Grey Warden.
Not even my sons.
You're wasting your time here.
Gallagher Wulff, arl of the West Hills.
Or what's left of them.
What happened to your sons?
Bundle of Equipment
A random collection of armor pieces and weaponry.
None of it looks terribly well-made, but it should be serviceable.
<emp>Talk to Murdock</emp>
You found a stash of equipment in Owen's shop.
It's not much, but perhaps the militia could find some use for it.
Run them down!
You will not survive!
You should never have come!
Say your prayers!
They're too tough!
Is that <emp>my</emp> blood?
Oh, look!
Darkspawn!
What a surprise.
You can even smell their breath!
Who told these things to come and play?
Now who's the idiot?
You are too small to use this.
Right!
And how!
Over here!
This is taking too long!
I am most thankful.
That won't work, sorry.
Please!
I must talk to you!
Not another step!
Greetings.
Nay, I think not.
Please desist.
<desc>sigh</desc>
Andraste be with you.
<desc>chuckle</desc>
The Maker smiles on us all!
I must have a word.
That sounds excellent.
No, I doubt that is a good idea.
Door
We must be victorious!
Argh!
There!
More of them!
Bloody monsters!
Down you go!
I shall.
How are you?
Mm-hmm.
Mmm.
No.
Wait right there.
Time to go.
Bloody blast it!
Excuse me?
That should work.
That won't work at all.
Do not push me!
Cursed for a fool!
I agree.
The Maker shall strike you down!
No, that is not a good idea.
Umm... hello?
No no.
Do not move!
Oh, bother!
Oh, joy!
Umm... excuse me?
Wonderful plan, oh yes.
Terrible plan.
Terrible.
How dare you!
Mmm.
It is appreciated.
I would not do that, were I you.
Most likely.
Dolts!
Ha!
Good!
May I speak?
I agree with that.
You take me for a fool?
That is unlikely.
I must speak.
I disagree.
Not wise.
Uh-huh.
Engage!
We will prevail!
Press on!
You think you can best me?
You have no honor!
No!
No!
Must... fight on!
It is killed!
I greet you.
How much longer?
Ha!
Well done!
Fight to the death!
In the name of the King!
<desc>Angry, frustrated grunt</desc>
I am in need of help!
Surrender or be slain!
Someone help me!
It is done!
My thanks to you.
You must be joking!
May I speak with you?
Yes, that is good.
No, that is no good.
Hold.
About time!
I will have a word.
I disagree.
Indeed.
Hound's arse!
I must speak with you!
Do not test me!
Could this take any longer?
Excellent notion.
Not a good plan.
How fares it?
Stop where you are!
This is a waste of time.
A moment.
Push it!
I dare you!
Hello to you.
Oh, no.
Please stay where you are.
My sincere thanks.
Congratulations!
A moment of your time, please?
I don't quite agree with that.
I am warning you!
No closer.
Oh... is that a mouse?
I wonder if I could catch it...
Yes, yes, off you go.
Oh ho!
Quite nice!
Oh, I like that!
You must be daft.
I'll cut you!
I will!
We could always use some extra bodies.
I see you've convinced Dwyn to come out and help.
That'll make a huge difference.
Uh?
Oh, sure.
Now, let's see.
I get back, I'll have...
Off you go.
Appreciated.
Oh, wonderful!
A word.
I'll gut you where you stand!
Come now.
Where does one have to go to get a...
Oh, really?
Hey there.
Oh, no no.
Waste of time, I say.
Damnation!
I think that's a fine plan.
My thanks!
Err, excuse me?
That's a fine notion.
Please stop.
Ahhh!
Don't hurt me!
Umm, hello.
Oh, no!
Terrible idea!
I will hurt you if I must!
Hurray!
Yahhh!
This is it!
There's so many!
Cut them down!
And that!
I need some help here!
Thing you're good enough to take me?
So... much blood!
I did it!
I killed one!
Ha!
Take all of that!
Let's get on with it!
Tarnation!
Come!
Hurry!
There we go.
Err...
I don't know...
I'll slice you in half!
Litany of Adralla
The Litany has the power to stun demons and stop mind-controlling blood magic if it is used at the moment the spell is cast.
Yes!
Stay where you are!
Yes, sir!
I'm warning you!
No, sir!
Well done!
Animal Cage
Stay where you are.
Of all the--!
You may wish to rethink that.
I have better things to do than this.
long laugh
Nicely done!
Good thinking.
Do not push me further!
No.
Piss on it!
Maker be praised!
Must we keep waiting?
Kennel
Don't hurt me!
Alright!
Don't come any closer!
I... can't take the waiting!
Go away!
You... are too kind.
They'll never take me!
Here!
Come talk to me!
Yes!
That's it!
No!
That's madness!
I don't want to hurt you!
Y-yes?
N-no...
Wait!
Stop!
It... hurts so much!
My... thanks.
Of all the foolish--!
That's... wonderful!
Please, I must speak...
That's no good.
Don't make me...
I will cut you down!
I see.
Most appreciated.
Sorcery!
A moment of your time?
No.
Not good.
Come no further.
Why do we delay?
You have a single warning!
It is so.
It cannot be.
I shall wait, for now.
This is not good.
That is most promising.
A poor idea.
It would be unwise to proceed.
A letter found in Berwick's possession.
Blessed be.
Why, yes.
This is pointless.
Maker's blessing upon you.
Foolish!
Andraste be blessed!
I approve.
I do not approve.
The Maker will curse you for this!
What is it?
Mm.
Sounds terrible.
Of course!
Aye?
Thanks.
Hog wash!
Nay.
No further!
On your way, then.
That'll do the trick.
I wouldn't.
Hmm, yes.
I'll skewer you, if I must!
Farewell.
Stairs
What do you <emp>think</emp> happened?
Did the Blight escape your notice?
<desc>Sigh</desc> There's no point talking about it.
Leave me.
I've nothing for you, anyway.
There's nothing more to say.
Pester someone else.
War claims the young and strong first.
And plague doesn't care about skill or bravery.
You'll have to excuse me.
I'm engaged at present.
Was that your daughter I saw in the Market, Bryland?
How fares your brother?
Will you be attending the funeral?
What do you suppose Eamon is playing at?
Surely he doesn't expect us to believe Anora unfit to rule with her father to advise her.
Bann Alfstanna
The Inner Sanctum
I wonder that, myself.
His timing is... unfortunate.
South Reach is overrun.
I've little time to devote to politics at present.
Overrun?
Has the Blight truly spread so far?
Most of my freeholders have fled to Redcliffe and Lothering, but I doubt they'll be safe there for long.
Maker's breath...
Bryland, I had no idea.
Be careful how loudly you speak of it...
Wulff lost both his boys to darkspawn, trying to evacuate West Hills.
Lady Andraste, pray for us...
No?
But he was a friend of yours, was he not?
You served in the same regiment under Maric.
Rendon Howe was no friend of mine.
The boy I knew... died at the battle of White River.
But I heard that his family will not make the trip from Amaranthine.
Will you let him go to the flames unmourned?
That he didn't die years ago is the only thing worth mourning here.
I had hoped to see him while I was in town, but he's made himself scarce.
Every time I've called at the Chantry, he's been away.
He answers none of my letters.
That doesn't sound like Irminric.
I'm sure he's merely busy.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Perhaps.
I'll call at the rectory again tomorrow.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Probably.
Habren has done nothing since we've arrived except spend coin on herself.
If we stay in Denerim much longer, I'll have to send her to a cloister.
No need for such drastic measures.
She's only a child; she'll outgrow this.
How old is she now?
Fifteen?
Is that the number that represents becoming intolerable?
Yes, she turned fifteen this past spring.
My son Oswyn was just as bad.
Rest assured, my friend, she will outgrow it.
Or you'll strangle her and throw her in the river.
Don't tempt me, Sighard.
I'm sorry.
I'm busy at the moment.
Be careful with that package, you lazy slut, it's worth more than you'll make in ten years.
Don't stare at me, churl.
I can have my father send you south to fight darkspawn, you know.
Warden
Hurlock Archer
Morrigan
Oghren
Mage Apprentice
Thank you!
But... too late for me...
Kill Yevena, the demoness that rules here.
She protects her master...
Sloth...
Take my power...
Save any others trapped in nightmares, kill the demons that guard Sloth.
I-I just want to leave this place... !
Slaver Documents
These documents authorize the removal of elves from Denerim's alienage.
They bear the seal of Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir.
Flaming Darkspawn
Bevin's Key
A small, plain, brass key.
<desc>Screams</desc> Don't hurt me!
Don't hurt me!
Kaitlyn! <emp>Kaitlyn</emp>! <desc>Screams</desc>
<emp>Check on the lost boy who went to the chantry</emp>
You found a boy hiding in a wardrobe in a house in Redcliffe.
He's returned to the chantry.
You might want to check in on him, to make sure he got there safely.
Yes... <emp>Yes!</emp> Must be quiet.
Shh... they won't find me here.
They won't find me here!
You!
Don't move!
They'll hear us!
They'll-- ...No!
No... escape...
They're gone.
You... you did it.
You killed them.
I give you my wisdom, it will let you <emp>see</emp>.
And now I wake...
You chose to withhold the lesser health poultices from Elder Miriam.
<emp>Find the golem control rod</emp>
You found a letter in Wilhelm's cottage.
According to the letter, after Wilhelm's death, all his belongings were sold to the general store, along with a golem control rod.
Gossip
<emp>Reactivate the statue</emp>
You've finally tracked down the golem control rod.
Now to see what it can do...
Wait a minute... we've got an intruder!
We have a break-in!
<desc>Sigh</desc> Kennel duty.
What's the point of that, I ask you?
Nobody in his right mind tries to steal an attack dog.
Why am I guarding guard dogs?
I don't see anyone guarding me.
Maker, dinner is late again.
Hey, you don't belong in here!
What the--you don't belong here!
Invaders!
To arms!
Oh, Maker, I stepped in something...
I hope the cook's not made mutton again.
Estate Exterior
The armory is clos--Hey, wait a minute, who're you?
Guards!
We've got intruders!
Would you look at that?
It's already rusting!
Where does the arl buy this junk?
I'd rather go to battle dressed in cheap tin plates than this...
Lots of sick folk come through here.
Those herbs may save some lives.
But I expect you have important matters to deal with.
Burning Templar
Burning Hound
Burning Demon
Sister Augustine
Must control... anger...
But it bubbles, it burns.
You must !
The anger... fading...
I am free.
Take Rhagos' power, use it and him... burn them all.
He guards Sloth, he bars the way.
<emp>Craft traps for Allison</emp>
Allison has heard that Barlin is setting traps around his land to protect himself from the darkspawn, and wants to protect herself in a similar fashion.
Since Barlin has all the traps in the village, she needs you to make three spring traps for her. 
Traps are a Girl's Best Friend
<emp>Craft traps for Allison</emp>
You have made the traps that Allison needs.
Take them to her.
You gave Allison the traps you made.
She was thankful and rewarded you for your trouble.
You gave Allison the traps you made and insisted you be compensated for your time and trouble.
She rewarded you with four sovereigns.
You gave Allison the traps you made and insisted you be compensated for your time and trouble.
Allison rewarded you with three sovereigns.
<emp>Escape from Fort Drakon</emp>
You were captured while rescuing Queen Anora from Arl Howe's estate.
You are now in Fort Drakon and Loghain no doubt has plans for you.
Perhaps you should try to escape before you learn exactly what those plans are.
You gave Allison the traps you made and refused a reward.
Allison was very grateful.
<emp>Create a poison for Barlin</emp>
The farmer Barlin wants place poisonous traps about his farm to protect it from "beasties" and other trespassers.
He's asked you to create a suitable poison for him.
Three flasks of venom should do the trick.
You gave Barlin the poison you made and he rewarded you accordingly.
<emp>Create a poison for Barlin</emp>
You have the poison Barlin wants.
Now it's time to deliver.
A Poisonous Proposition
101
Use to complete quest
Oh, this racket is going to drive me mad!
Do something about it!
Oh, just stuff some wool in your ears.
I don't hear anything.
I've had enough of this noise!
Chef
Mage Pupil
Cursed Dreamer
Chantry Priest
Cursed!
He is cursed!
We must purge him of evil!
Scour his soul and make him clean!
No, please!
I cannot take anymore.
Please, let this be over!
He must be destroyed!
Evil must be destroyed!
Help me!
Please!
Thank you.
It is time for this dream to come to an end. 
I give you my strength.
It will be of little use against the demon that rules here but perhaps it will help in other realms.
Find a way to kill all the demon lords to open the way to Sloth.
Free us all from this nightmare!
<emp>Talk to the mouse</emp>
You met a mouse in the Fade who seems to have been a mage apprentice at some point.
He may have some information that could help you.
<emp>Find the demoness protecting the sloth demon</emp>
Before the mouse died from his injuries, he told you that the demoness Yevena is protecting the sloth demon.
She is in the center of the Raw Fade behind a hidden door that only demons can see.
The key to unlocking it may lie on another island.
The Mouse Apprentice
Walking Corpse
Priest
There's a door!
A door only demons can see... the key must be in another realm...
You'll get plenty of fresh air at the gallows tomorrow.
Now shut up.
The walls are closing in on me.
I can't take it any more!
Hey, don't I know you?
....What do you think this is, a tavern?
That was the saddest line I've ever heard.
Wardens take all kinds, I guess...
Unconscious Templar
Tame Nug
Tame Bronto
Tame Deepstalker
This is the debugger for the Arl Eamon plot.
What do you want to do?
Where in the plot?
Debugger is assuming the is doing the <emp>barest minimum</emp> to get the village ready.
Setting flag: has spoken to Perth and the knights are ready.
Now talk to Perth or Murdock to start the battle.
Plot jump.
I want the town to be ready for nightfall.
Leave.
You've much to do with Tamlen still missing.
I will tell you another time.
You were talking to Teagan at the mill when Arlessa Isolde appeared.
He was very surprised to hear what she had to say.
Get away from me! 
Who--Guards!
We're under attack!
<emp>Go to the Landsmeet</emp>
The Landsmeet has been called.
Arl Eamon has gone to the Landsmeet chambers.
You should meet him there as soon as you can.
World Map Debug
Finish main plot
Nature of the Beast
Landsmeet
Arl Eamon + Urn
Paragon
What ending?
Allied with elves
Allied with werewolves
Who was recruited?
What was done?
Castle restored, Eamon still ill (finish Arl Eamon Plot)
Urn found (finish urn plot)
Urn found + Eamon restored (opens Landsmeet)
259091 	: Who is king?
Harrowmont
Wedding?
You're married?
Still, you never told me you were betrothed.
What happened?
Oh...
I'm so sorry.
I shouldn't have asked.
I... don't know what to say to that.
Carried off?
But surely you went after her?
Ah... there's really no need to dwell on this, is there?
Why not?
Did she get cold feet?
Did her parents disapprove of the match?
And the story unfolds.
How did this wedding come to naught?
No?
Did she find out you...
No?
You left him at the altar, didn't you?
Now this sounds like a curious tale.
You're... married?
You didn't mention that!
A wedding?
So there is a secretive side to you, after all.
Ask him.
There were rapists.
And we got the wrong cake.
Disastrous!
I was betrothed.
It didn't end well.
Oh dear.
Maybe you can tell me about this later.
Orzammar Crier
Debugger assuming the is doing the <emp>barest mininum</emp> to get to this point in the plot.
Setting flag: has agreed to help Teagan.
Setting flag: has equipped militia by getting Owen to make weapons.
Setting flag: has agreed to find Valena (Owen's daughter) in order to get him to make weapons.
Setting flag: Murdock is also ready.
Setting flag: Battle is over.
Setting flag: Battle outcome is normal.
Setting flag: has been given Teagan's signet ring.
Setting flag: Teagan has gone into the castle with Isolde.
Jumping to castle dungeon.
Adal Helmi
Me, too.
I wonder why nobody ever taught me <emp>her</emp> version of the Chant when I was a templar.
Attack!
Quickly!
There they are!
Don't let them get in!
Traitors!
There's too many!
Slay them!
Don't let them through!
Quickly!
Go down, damn you!
I can't do that!
Hurrah!
That's wonderful!
The law will get you!
I wish this wasn't taking so long...
I have to go!
Piss and blood!
I wouldn't try that!
Bleeding thorns!
Hear, hear!
I request your attention.
Get them!
Here they are!
You're dead!
I'll cut you down!
Come on!
I need reinforcement!
You're all dog meat, that's what!
I can't do it!
I can't!
This is stupid.
No one gets out!
Run them through!
Cut their throats!
The Arl wants them dead!
These ones die!
Don't let them fall back!
Help!
Help!!
You think you'll survive the night?
No!
I can't die like this!
Dog droppings!
We did it!
I'll get you!
Enemies!
We must slay them!
Go down!
You cannot win!
We must fight!
Do stand still!
I need aid!
Now!
You are such a pitiful fool!
I must get out of here!
Surely there are better uses for my time.
Farewell to you.
Curse me for a fool!
A moment of your time.
Stop right there, please.
Many thanks!
How do you do?
I must speak with you, please.
Someone will take care of you!
Stop!
Certainly this couldn't take any longer...
That should be fine.
Oh, brilliant.
Indeed.
I shall get the guard!
I can't believe this!
Maker strike you down for this!
This is awful!
But it's so nice outside...
Thank you so much!
Ummm...
I need to speak with you, please.
Orzammar Entrance
The Proving Grounds
Hall of Heroes
Gem Merchant
Food Merchant
General Goods Merchant
Commons
Royal Bedroom
Prince Bhelen's Bedroom
Lord Harrowmont's Office
Alimar
Elfroot
Give me strength!
I wonder what Cassandra is wearing right now...
Valor and temperance.
Ha!
I've heard better from an Orlesian!
Maker be with you.
Maker's blessing.
A moment, please.
Oh, that's not good at all!
Oh, good idea!
If you say so...
I wouldn't do that!
Hold up, please!
Oh no!
Broken Crate
Orzammar Chamber Assembly
The Shaperate
House Harrowmont
Slums Household
Carta Entrance
Slums Home
Hmmm--oh yes, greetings.
Hmmm...
No.
Could you stop that?
Is it ginger then bat guano?
The other way around?
Hmm...
Ahh, farewell!
Oh, oh... drat!
How delightful!
Could I possibly have a word with you?
That's a splendid idea.
Hmm...
I think perhaps another idea would be more effacious?
I... uhh...
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
I'd say yes to that.
Good luck to you.
We're saved!
Greetings to you, mate.
Heh.
Stop right there, mate.
If you can spare a moment.
Why that's just splendid.
I wouldn't be making any sudden moves, Flynn here is a mite edgy.
Heh.
Taste steel!
Kill the Warden!
Make it hurt, lads!
Enjoy your last moments.
A little help here, lads.
I look forward to collecting on your bounty.
Heh.
Look sharp, lads.
Take that.
Hurt, don't it?
Not... like this...
Oh, yes.
Greetings, is it?
Oh, yes.
Yes, yes, yes, .
Nooo!
Don't move, just don't!
I'll just a have a rest...
Nooo!
No, I'll move, that's it.
It just never ends!
You!
You're there, aren't you?
Anything, anything at all.
Yes!
No, it will never work. !
The voices will find you, they will!
Oh, uh.
Hello.
N-No.
Could you please stop?
Perhaps I will take a rest.
G-Goodbye.
T-Thank you!
Oh...
Drat.
C-Could you spare a moment?
That would work.
Maybe something else?
Yes.
Yes, already.
Would it hurt everyone to be a bit more quiet.
Hmph.
Oh, farewell.
If thanks be in order, then thank you.
Miserable currs.
I'd have a word with you.
Right now.
Yes, I suppose that'll do.
That's a bloody terrible idea.
Don't you dare.
As you reap, so shall you sow.
"Hear me!
For He would speak through me, and He would have you listen."
Perhaps not.
You there, stop.
Are you ready yet?
Why... 
Well done!
Truly, well done!
If I might have a word?
Sensational.
Perhaps another tack may serve you better?
I have a good many friends.
Think hard before crossing me.
Did the player get any additional army?
Yes - Golems
Yes - Legion of the Dead
None
Finish Prelude
Andaran atish'an.
How I wish a shemlen would pass by, so I could have some target practice.
Ma serannas.
Tread lightly.
Greetings to you.
Stop right there, youngster.
Everybody's just taking their sweet time.
Hmph.
Well, you get on, you.
Motherless son of a goat.
Praise be the Maker.
If you got a moment, we need to talk.
That'll work, I think.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
I've got a whole village of folk here that won't put up with that.
We should begin packing again, soon.
The gods have smiled on us!
A moment?
Mmm, that won't work.
"Shok ebasit hissra.
Meraad astaarit, meraad itwasit, aban aqun.
Maraas shokra.
Anaan esaam Qun."
Move swiftly!
Kill them!
Careful!
Quick!
Attack!
Cut them!
You want some more?
We need to get out of here!
Taste steel, freak!
We should run!
Are there more coming?
Stupid elf!
Shouldn't have left your hovel today!
This isn't good...
Slow day today.
I want to say something.
Great plan.
Don't make me angry.
You have my thanks.
Mythal'enaste!
I will stop you!
Stand where you are!
Dareth shiral.
We must speak.
Ma nuvenin!
That's a <emp>really</emp> wonderful idea.
You're so very clever.
Oh, this is terrible!
May I say something?
Has dog been healed (assuming the player does not have dog from the origin story)
Father wanders, seeking me, trapped within my web.
All is as it should be.
Why must you interfere?
Connor invited her to come, and they struck a bargain.
She has every right to do as she wishes.
No, it is time for you to go now.
Do not persist, or things will go very badly for you.
She needs him too.
Part of him.
The good part.
She will not easily release it.
Mmm no.
I do not believe you.
Because you have taken a child, and trapped a good man in this place against his will.
Why do you speak through illusions?
Come, let us converse.
Everything ends.
They'll never let you get away with this.
Why do you keep hurting me?!
Why are you trying to stop me?
And if I were Connor?
What would you say to him?
You will not find what you seek!
Turn back now!
Trespasser!
I will drive you out!
I will not speak with you!
Trespasser!
I will drive you out!!
Listen to me.
I am just trying to help.
Enough of these games!
Give me what I want!
We don't have to fight.
I just want to save Connor and Arl Eamon.
Who are you?
Are you the one that made Father ill?
Tell me now!
How do I know that?
You could be a liar!
You could be a demon!
No!
You're here to hurt Father!
I know it!
I won't let you!
Fool!
You won't get near her!
I won't let you!
You could be a demon, too!
You could be a demon that just looks like a person!
Child, calm down.
It's all right.
I won't hurt you.
Shoo!
Run along and play... or whatever.
H-hello Connor.
I'm here to help your father--
Come, child, tell me where the demon is and it will soon be all over.
I do not have time for fool children.
Now tell me where this demon is!
So, seen any demons around lately?
Because you interfere where you should not, demon.
Because I need Arl Eamon awake and well.
Perhaps it does not have to end.
<act>Reason with this entity.</act>
Are you actually Connor or simply another demon?
I take it that means you are not him.
That I seek the demon controlling him.
That I am here to help him.
Begone, demon, and impede me no further.
Obviously, you fear I will indeed find what I seek.
I will not!
Give me what I want!
Let us speak.
We need not fight.
What is your purpose here?
Is Connor truly amongst you?
<act>Try to communicate.</act>
<act>Attack.</act>
No, I did not make your father sick.
Let us talk calmly, then, and figure this out.
And you could be a guardian of this realm, meant to confuse.
I am here to help your father.
You must trust me.
Are you truly Connor's spirit or a demon in disguise?
It was the demon that did that.
Tell me where it is.
<act>Be nice.</act>
<act>Ask where the demon is.</act>
<act>Leave</act>
The Grey Warden dies here!
Oh, and she turned on us.
What a shock.
She seemed like such a <emp>nice</emp> despot.
How could she say that after everything we did for her?
How cutthroat!
Mother would adore her.
It's too much!
I can't keep this up!
Gods grant me strength!
I'm injured!
I need some help!
Ahhh, but that hurts!
Thanks for saving me there.
What kind of creatures are those?
Look there!
Monsters!
Looks like we're going to have to do some fighting.
Ahh!
My blood is burning!
Fenharel's teeth!
It's no good!
Good!
One down!
I got one!
No!
We have to do something!
Now that's the way!
It's not working!
Some kind of trap ahead.
Watch out.
What's this?
Head's up.
Move over a little.
As you ask.
I'll be more quiet, then.
No, that's not going to happen.
You're asking the impossible.
Not that.
It's done.
All finished.
Good to go!
Be careful here.
Let's not be hasty.
Charming.
I see why you saved her, kadan.
Paragon-Forged Crown
A flawless crown possessed of detail that defies the speed with which it was forged upon the Anvil of the Void.
Destined for the chosen king of Orzammar.
Which rumour monger?
Which gossips?
To see one of the rumour mongers.
To rescue Bodahn
To see Bodahn at the camp.
To see one of the gossips.
Finally.
About sodding time!
My ass was falling asleep from all this talk.
It's all pins and needles now.
Am I the only one who sees the irony in this?
Ah well.
I do love to work in front of an audience.
Don't worry, I could do this blindfolded.
I've wanted a private word with him since Ostagar, anyway.
Oh I shall, shall I? 'Tis so kind of you to volunteer me.
<emp>Follow's Branka's trail through the Dead Trenches</emp>
You found a dwarven woman named Hespith, one of Branka's captains who was captured by the darkspawn.
She said that Branka went though the Dead Trenches, and the halls of Bownammar.
In her delirium, she also spoke of darker things...
<emp>Enter the phylactery chamber and destroy Jowan's phylactery</emp>
The first door that leads into the repository was made to be opened by representatives of both the Chantry and the Circle.
Lily's password and your magic got you past it.
Now to find the phylactery chamber.
Loghain's Guard
This is for Ser Donall!
For Lothering!
Now you're going down.
I'm hurt.
Help!
That's the best you can do?
Someone... help me.
I-I got one!
I think I'm getting the hang of this.
That's another one for Lothering.
Stop right now.
There's other things I could be doing, you know?
Really, thanks.
Over here.
I'd like to speak with you.
Uhh... maybe something else could work better?
You'll never take our land, again!
We'll stand on our two feet now.
And we will not fall!
Get away!
Ah-ahhh!
Get them off me!
Leave our village alone!
I'm hurt!
Help!
I think I got one.
Did I kill it?
Stop.
Please.
I just want to get back home.
That works.
I think we need another idea.
Leave us alone!
We fight for Lothering!
Die, beasty!
For our home!
You'll not lay a hand on another innocent.
For hearth and home!
Could use a little help here.
That the best you got?
Bleeding... pretty bad.
That's one.
Too slow, beasty.
Another one down.
Stop for a moment, will ya?
Got fields to plow.
When we moving on?
Just... spit.
We're alive!
I'm no helpless waif.
You sure you want a tussle?
For the templars, for family!
Greetings, my child.
Yes, certainly.
Stop where you are, if you please.
Cataloging can get so dreadfully dull.
Goodbye, my child.
You have my sincere thanks.
Bollocks.
Oh, I'll have to do penance for that.
Fantastic.
Ah, you might want to reconsider.
You might find it in your best interests to reconsider.
*cough* H-Hello.
Please... stop.
Bye-bye.
*cough* Thanks.
Please, stranger...
All right.
Stay right there.
Blast it!
Can we talk?
Excellent.
I will not back down.
I wouldn't come any further, were I you.
I can't stand this waiting!
Please, listen to me!
Meet my axe.
Oh, here's another.
Aye, here it comes.
Ready for some pain?
For Orzammar!
I'm not even started yet, ladies.
I could use a mite of help here.
You think you can take on the likes of me?
I think not.
Hrmm...
Must not fall.
That's all you got?
Aye, that's right.
Give me another.
This one's broke.
I got my armor on for this?
Hold on for a moment.
Less waiting, more fighting.
Aye, goodbye.
You've got my thanks.
Sodding nug-bastards.
And that is how it's done.
I'd have a word with you.
Aye, aye.
I think you need to do some more thinking.
You want to go at it?
Feel free.
I could use a workout.
Ha!
Oh, now you've gone and done it!
Taken it where?
What would they do with him?
Bad dreams, huh?
It seemed so real...
The Chantry teaches us that it is the hubris of men which brought the darkspawn into our world.
The mages had sought to usurp Heaven, but instead they destroyed it.
They returned as monsters, the first of the darkspawn.
The dwarven kingdoms were the first to fall, and from the Deep Roads the darkspawn drove at us again and again until finally we neared annihilation.
Until the Grey Wardens came.
Men and women from every race, warriors and mages, barbarians and kings... the Grey Wardens sacrificed everything to stem the tide of darkness... and prevailed.
It has been four centuries since that victory and we have kept our vigil.
We have watched and waited for the darkspawn to return.
But those who once called us heroes... have forgotten.
We are few now, and our warnings have been ignored for too long.
Bartender in Dane's Refuge.
Bartender in Denerim.
Merchant at Lake Calenhad docks.
Denerim Market exterior
Lothering exterior.
Mountain Pass outside of Orzammar.
Redcliffe Tavern.
Keep an eye out, maybe we'll see the other one.
Or I can track him down later.
You found the Urn of Sacred Ashes!
How did you complete the plot?
Get the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
Complete Broken Circle plot.
Mages all dead.
Mages saved.
Go to the Circle for help.
You run off and get the Circle mages.
They agree to help and come back with you to Redcliffe.
Mages are now all dead.
Circle is saved.
By you, no less.
You're awake!
Did you... did you feel it, too?
<emp>Seek the Circle's help to free Connor</emp>
You spoke with First Enchanter Irving of the Circle of Magi.
He was very concerned for Connor's life and said he would gather what mages he could, and leave for Redcliffe immediately.
Meet the Circle mages at Castle Redcliffe as soon as you can.
You know...
I...
Maker, I think I'm going to be sick....
State your business.
Or I'll have you escorted out.
We done heard what was said.
You're a Warden.
I don't know if you killed King Cailan, and Maker forgive me, I don't care.
But that bounty on your head could feed a lot of hungry bellies.
The Harrowing is a secret out of necessity, child.
Every mage must go through this trial by fire.
As we succeeded, so shall you.
The apprentice must go through this test alone, First Enchanter.
Vaughan's Key
An extremely fancy bronze key covered in odd stains.
Open up Urn village (can happen only in Denerim)
Open travel for Orzammar (opens when exiting Redcliffe village to the west)
No need.
I will have it dealt with... again.
They're still there, last I saw.
I can do that, if you like.
Father.
Anora.
We will need to talk, now that you've... survived.
I would give it some time, my dear.
That may sort itself out very soon, after all.
Don't... wait too long, then.
You are the queen.
Do as you were meant to.
Nothing could please me more.
I am sure it would be better if you got some rest.
I've enough demanding my attention to keep me up for hours, yet.
We will be marching within a few hours at most.
Until then, the arl is going to keep me busy.
I can't speak right now.
Come and see me when the march begins.
Jump me to the start of the castle (with plot flags set).
Jump me to the start of the castle (without setting flags).
Vaughan's Lockbox
Oh, Maker...
They're sounding the horns for retreat.
Do you hear it?
Do you hear the dogs howling?
It was more than just my own loss.
But I thank you all the same.
Dinner's ready when I say it's ready, and not before!
Now, scoot!
No, you can't have "just a little taste," first.
Wait in the dining room like everyone else.
Out, out, out!
We can't work with your lot in the way!
Key to Reception Door
Spots of rust mar the surface of this key.
Key to Front Hall Door
An old bronze key.
Key to Rear Hall Door
This key is slightly bent out of shape.
Jump to Rescue completed and not captured.
Arl Eamon's Estate
Arl Wulff
Which camp?
Plains.
Arch 1.
Arch 2
Key to Cell Doors
<emp>Wait for rescue</emp>
You were captured while rescuing Queen Anora from Arl Howe's estate.
You are now in Fort Drakon and Loghain no doubt has plans for you.
Hopefully, your friends will find some way to get you out before you learn exactly what those plans are.
If it interests you, there is a chanter's board outside full of quests that need doing.
The chanters even offer pay for some of them.
<emp>Escape from Fort Drakon</emp>
You were captured while rescuing Queen Anora from Arl Howe's estate.
Your friends have broken you out of your cell, and now you must fight your way out of Fort Drakon.
Jump directly to the Landsmeet.
Oh, I certainly <emp>could</emp>.
But I won't.
I swore to the Crows that the things they taught me were to remain a secret.
And while, yes, they are already angry at me...
I'd rather not push things.
You see?
You need to learn the arts of the Crows in order to slay darkspawn, do you?
You seem to be doing fine as it is.
If you are truly insistent... well, let me think about it.
The Crows are already angry at me, yes?
Who knows?
You would <emp>order</emp> me to betray my solemn oaths?
What an unexpected turn of events!
Sadly the answer is still no.
Come now, you don't need this training!
You seem to be able to slay things simply by staring at them hard enough.
I am still thinking about it.
I don't yet want the Crows to <emp>actively</emp> hunt me, you see.
Maybe later.
Hmmm...
I suppose the Crows are already furious, yes?
What harm is another tweak to their nose?
If you wish to be trained in the basics of an assassin, I can certainly show you... or anyone else who is also a rogue.
It shall be fun!
I will make it fun, I promise.
Hmmm...
I could teach others, but not yourself.
First I would need someone who has training as a rogue... that is, unless you would care to spend the years it takes to gain the fundamentals.
But if there should be such a person who desires this training?
Yes, by all means.
Send them to me.
The Crows are already furious, no?
I shall enjoy tweaking their nose further.
If they're dirty ones, certainly.
Can I respond in poetry?
No?
How sad.
Very well, but I consider this pillow talk.
All right, but I get to stare at you luridly while you do so.
Whatever you'd like to ask.
Well, the <emp>Crows</emp> would have you believe that it is an involved process that takes years of training, the sort that tests both your resolve and your endurance.
Survive that process and maybe, just maybe, you're good enough to start being considered one of them.
But quite frankly the truth is that all it requires is a desire to kill people for a living.
It's surprising how well one can do in such a field.
Now, now, it need not be thought of so <emp>crudely</emp>.
We all do our share of murdering around here, don't we?
I don't know about that.
It's simply a slightly different skill set from your average killer, as I see it.
An assassin simply specializes in striking from stealth... and in maximizing that first attack to be as lethal as possible.
Debilitate your foe, either by poison or by crippling their limbs, makes any follow-up combat you need to engage in that much simpler.
See?
Getting paid for the act is beside the point.
An assassin is more a tactical choice than a lifestyle.
Then I don't imagine an assassin's life would be one for you.
<emp>I</emp> do.
It is not something inherent in an assassin's skills, however... merely something complementary.
Of course, the Crows like to pretend that their abilities are trade secrets, shrouded in shadows and wrapped in a blanket of mystery.
So let's just keep this between you and me, shall we, hmm?
Within the Crows, I did.
But it has been something the Crows have devoted a great deal of time to perfecting.
Again?
I'm game.
Can you teach others to be an assassin?
And what if I ordered you to do it?
Very well.
I'll respect your word.
What does it take to become an assassin?
So you have to be a murderer.
It doesn't take any special skill?
That sounds like it could be useful.
I'd prefer a straight up battle.
You always use poison, then?
You did quite well, no doubt.
To the beginning of the origin story.
Err... then I suppose I shall... stay?
Is that... good?
<desc>Laughs</desc> You know... that is so very true.
Ah.
So the choice is made for me after all.
If that's what you want, then yes.
It would be hard to kiss you if you left.
No, maybe you should go after all.
I'm glad to, then.
I say it's about damned time.
I think we can... work something out.
Select a henchman to modify
Modify your relationship with Alistair?
Modify relationships.
The servants' entrance is on the other side of the house.
We must slip past this crowd to reach it.
We will have to be very careful: Arl Howe is inside.
Do you not see the angry workmen there?
I think it will be some time before even Rendon Howe can use his front door, no?
I will be right behind you.
The estate is in poor repair.
The new arl, he has not been very prompt in paying his workmen.
Why not just go in the front?
What's the crowd gathered for?
Jump to Captured
Jump to Rescue completed and captured completed
Jump to Slave Trade complete.
Jump to Landsmeet.
Start over.
Party options
Add all available henchmen from area.
More party options.
Go back
Jump to area.
Jump to Fort Drakon
Where would you like to go?
Jump to Eamon's Estate.
Jump to Arl of Denerim's Estate
Jump to Market District.
Jump to Elven Alienage.
Jump to Landsmeet Chamber.
You are out hunting with your friend Tamlen.
Your clan has passed this way many times before, and you are sure the forest holds no more secrets for you... or does it?
You found the cave the humans were blithering about.
Then stay here, if you prefer.
What school of magic does this spell belong to?
Our Circle knows of none which fully prevents plagues.
You will have to excuse us, but we are not authorized to share the secrets of our Circle with outsiders.
And you would spend the legendary magic of the Imperium on lowly slum-dwellers in Ferelden.
T'is most remarkable.
It is hardly in our best interests to allow a plague to grow anywhere.
The Imperium is hardly remote.
'Tis hardly close, either.
Across the sea, with whole nations between your borders and ours, and that is not enough to protect you?
I'm sorry if I was rude to you before.
Andraste's ass, you'd think I'd learn some social graces!
Anyway, what I mean by all this is: Thank you.
Lady Andraste, Bride of--
Sack
Go celebrate, or whatever you have to do.
I got nothing to say to you.
Come on in.
What can I do for you?
Yes, indeed.
Ahh, no.
Can you hold for a moment?
This place is... rather common, isn't it?
Farewell!
Thanks ever so much.
Oh, poppycock.
Capital idea.
Uhh, I rather think not.
I am under the employ of Bann Taggers.
Here's a present from ol' Nab!
Rrrr!
Sha
Crush them all!
For the Captain!
What?
Afraid of a fair fight?
Will not go down!
Over here!
Hello.
Why yes.
Will something happen already?
Anything.
Stones!
Victory!
You're not seriously thinking of tangling with me?
For Junction and the captain!
You have abandoned the village.
Please leave to another area and come back to see the effects.
Abandon Redcliffe.
When all this is over, we are going to get very drunk.
Is everything back to normal now?
You're not cooking, are you?
See, men?
That's how it's done.
I wanted more of a challenge.
Die, traitor!
Need help.
So bored.
Yay.
Is that a promise?
It better be.
I'll hold you to it.
No, it's better!
Listen: do you hear that, Cousin?
That's the sound of <emp>no guards</emp> marching.
Best thing I've heard in ages.
For that, I should go make you my special Denerim-rabbit stew.
"Rabbits of the city," Cousin.
Really, you've been away too long if that doesn't sound delicious.
Oh, for you, it's <emp>worth</emp> the effort! <desc>Laughs</desc>
The one you make from rats?
Oh, don't trouble yourself on my account.
Why, uhh, hello.
I suppose.
Err, no?
Please hold on for a moment.
So... we standing around here for some reason?
Flaming rat turds.
Can we speak?
Is it all right if we pass?
I'm--uhh--not afraid to defend myself!
Take that, you fool!
This is only a taste.
You cannot stand against me.
My power is unstoppable.
I've mastered the arts before you were even born.
Not like this!
Now die!
Why couldn't you just leave me alone?!
Hmph.
Hello.
So are we just go to stare at each for another minute?
I am grateful, stranger.
By the giant stones of the Dwarfson.
And I win...
If you have a moment.
And that's your best idea, is it?
Do not mettle in my affairs, child.
You chosen your demise, not I.
Right.
Because clearly this is all just a misunderstanding.
We'll laugh about this later.
You could try telling them they're in the wrong place.
And now his lordship's left again!
We'd barely got the house in order, and he's gone. <desc>Sigh</desc>
His lordship has gone on to Redcliffe. <desc>Sigh</desc> This is all so unsettled.
The arl has gone back to Redcliffe... <desc>Sigh</desc> It's going to be so dull around here again.
<emp>Win the Provings in Harrowmont's name and find out why his fighters dropped out</emp>
Lord Harrowmont will not see you in person until you prove yourself trustworthy.
There is a Proving being held today, but most of Lord Harrowmont's men have dropped out of the fights for undisclosed reasons.
Dulin Forender wants you to fight in Harrowmont's name.
It would also help if you could find out why Harrowmont's fighters dropped out.
You fought in the Provings as Harrowmont's champion, and showed all of Orzammar where your loyalties lie.
<emp>Speak with Dulin when you are ready to fight in Harrowmont's name</emp>
Dulin Forender wants you to fight in the Provings in Harrowmont's name.
You should speak to Dulin when you are ready to do what he has asked.
Dulin Forender wanted you to fight in the Provings in Harrowmont's name, but you failed to do so.
Dulin Forender wanted you to fight the Provings in Harrowmont's name, but you refused his request.
You may speak to Dulin again if you change your mind.
<emp>Return to Dulin Forender</emp>
You represented Lord Harrowmont in the Provings.
Meet his representative, Dulin Forender, in Tapsters Tavern to tell him the good news.
A Lord's Trust: The First Task
You decided not to help Redcliffe, and the village fell to the creatures that emerged from the castle.
<emp>Put a stop to Jarvia and her carta</emp>
Lord Harrowmont wants you to put a stop to Jarvia and her criminal carta.
No one knows where Jarvia's hideout is, but you should be able to find clues to her whereabouts in Dust Town.
Harrowmont was pleased with your success with Jarvia and her carta.
<emp>Speak to Harrowmont when you are ready to deal with the carta</emp>
Lord Harrowmont wants you to put a stop to Jarvia and her criminal carta.
You should speak to him again when you am ready to get going.
You failed to put a stop to Jarvia and her criminal carta. 
Lord Harrowmont wanted you to put a stop to Jarvia and her criminal carta.
You refused to help him.
<emp>Return to Harrowmont</emp>
You killed Jarvia and got rid of most of her thugs.
It is now time to return to Harrowmont.
A Lord's Trust: The Second Task
<emp>Find Paragon Branka for Lord Harrowmont</emp>
Lord Harrowmont wants you to venture into the Deep Roads and locate Branka, the Paragon smith, who has been missing for two years.
They followed Branka's trail to Caridin's Cross before it went cold.
You should start there.
You have made Lord Pyral Harrowmont the king of Orzammar.
King Harrowmont wears the Paragon's crown, and has the favor of the ancestors.
None may challenge his reign.
<emp>Decide if you will help Harrowmont find Branka and inform him of your intent</emp>
Lord Harrowmont wants you to venture into the Deep Roads and locate Branka, the Paragon smith, who has been missing for two years.
They followed Branka's trail to Caridin's Cross before it went cold.
You said you need time to consider this.
You found Branka, but in the end betrayed Harrowmont.
Lord Harrowmont wanted you to venture into the Deep Roads and locate Branka, the Paragon smith.
You turned down his request.
A Paragon of Her Kind
<emp>See if anyone survived the attack</emp>
You have returned to Redcliffe, only to find it a ghost town.
The attack on the village must not have gone well.
There may still be some survivors in the village, however.
<emp>Eliminate Jarvia and find evidence linking Bhelen to Prince Trian's assassination</emp>
You are to eliminate Jarvia as Prince Bhelen has asked.
However, when you are in Jarvia's hideout, you are to look for evidence that implicates Bhelen in his brother's death.
Dulin Forender believes that Bhelen may have been behind the assassination of Prince Trian Aeducan.
Dulin was pleased with the evidence you found and Lord Harrowmont has consented to speak with you in person.
You failed to find the evidence that Dulin Forender needed.
<emp>Find evidence linking Bhelen to the assassination of Prince Trian</emp>
Jarvia and most of her carta is dead.
Now you should search for clues to prove that Bhelen had something to do with Prince Trian Aeducan's death.
You were to eliminate Jarvia as Prince Bhelen asked.
When you were in her hideout, you were to look for evidence that implicated Bhelen in his brother's death.
You refused Dulin's request.
<emp>Return to Dulin Forender</emp>
You found evidence that proves that Bhelen was instrumental in the assassination of his brother.
Return to Dulin Forender in Tapsters Tavern with this evidence.
Boat
Jumping.
Jump to the start of plot.
Hold on.
Maybe another plan?
C-Captain Phereson will find out if anything bad happens to me.
We live another day!
I'm... uhh... not sure about that one.
I think this is it.
H-Help...
Hold together, we can take 'em.
That's for my family!
Thanks!
For those that have fallen!
I got one of 'em!
No, definitely not.
Could you stop for a moment?
Safe travels to you.
Maker's blood!
Ugh...
I can't keep going.
Oh, yes.
Pardon, a word?
We didn't trek halfway across the kingdom to die here!
Open travel for castle redcliffe (opens after being brough to Teagan in the village)
This one's mine.
The Old Man's watching, no one escapes!
The pain!
Get the others now.
To the victor goes the spoils.
Ha!
Think of something else.
Quickly.
Looks like we have some lively ones here.
More loot for the taking!
Hold on there.
Bollocks.
I don't suppose you have a moment?
That's good in my book.
Nghh.
There!
For the tower!
We will overcome!
Fall back on me!
A have fought a hundred battles, you will fall before me.
Hold the line!
Hold!
One at a time, men.
Concentrate, men, you can beat them!
Another notch on the sword belt!
Definitely not.
It's quiet.
Too quiet.
May the sun be at your back.
We're all grateful.
And that's why we train, men.
Hmm...
A sound plan.
That will never work.
Don't cross me, child.
Remember your training.
Hold together, and we will slaughter them!
Thanks for persuading him to come out here.
He's going to be a great help, I just know it.
H-Hello.
Yes.
Hold, please.
Yes.
Certainly!
Hello, I guess.
Yes, if you say so.
I'd rather not.
Hold on there, hold!
Will this bad luck never even?
Hope your luck is better than mine.
Blast you, and blast this entire area!
Finally, some luck!
That's just horrible.
Don't.
Just don't.
Attacking.
Kill the intruders.
Defend the master.
Damaged.
Enemy dispatched.
Affirmative.
Negative.
Stop at once.
Do not approach.
Dodge that, cretin.
From the left or the right.
Can you tell?
A splendid warm up.
You're as slow as my invalid mother.
You call that sworsmanship?
Maybe you should bring a few more friends to even the odds.
I don't suppose anyone would be willing to help?
No?
You fight like a pregnant nug!
This...
Is not good.
My pardon, you've seemed to fall on my sword.
Taking a rest, are you?
You call that fighting?
How embarassing.
Hail, friend.
Of that I am certain.
I hate to say it--but no.
Go no further.
I... uhh... have been meaning to ask someone.
What's an urn actually look like?
And a fond farewell, friend.
You have my thanks and then some!
Why you miserable currs.
Haha!
And that's another victory.
We're both busy people, but can we talk for a moment?
Splendid.
We should do that then.
Perhaps a different tact would produce better results?
Stand no further...
Ehh, why bother.
Threats never seem to work, anyhow.
For king, country, and the lovely maidens of Ferelden!
You're awfully popular around here.
What did you do, forget someone's naming day?
Brothers, I need help.
This life means nothing!
And so you perish!
Walk no further.
And so it is done!
Cross us at your peril.
We will not fail!
Your evil ends here.
We shall hunt you to a man.!
We leave you in peace.
We will not forget your assistance.
Can we talk with you?
We are amenable to that.
We do not agree with that.
Enjoy this!
My magic is unstoppable!
To me, blast it.
I'm bleeding!
Enjoy your last moments, mate.
Someone help!
I'm badly hurt!
A fine greeting to you.
Yes...
Don't move another inch.
I tire of this interminable waiting.
Get thee gone.
Oh yes, thanks.
You moronic idiots.
We win again!
I would speak with you.
Now.
Hmmm...
Yes.
That's just a brilliant idea.
Idiot.
I am a mage, idiot, don't tempt me.
And now you all burn!
Can you dodge... this!
Catch me if you can!
Blast it, I need help.
This is almost going to be too easy.
Another down.
Not chance of that.
I can balance a knife on my nose, you know.
It's a good tavern trick.
It is!
Thanks, again.
Let me see what they have on them.
Heh.
I think I can see a flaw with that.
We've faced far worse than you.
And now...
They all die!
Could use... a little help here.
Your weapons make me laugh!
You dare face me!
Move and I kill you where you stand.
I could've joined a circus, you know.
Thanks you.
I piss on you.
I killed them good, yes?
Can we speak with you?
Maybe?
A will crush your head!
I get the ones in the middle!
Legion Chest
Your death will be a slow one.
Help me, you idiots.
That would be a "no."
So...
When can we commence with the killing?
And goodbye to you.
Blasted bastards!
Sod-eating rodents!
You wouldn't want to be tangling with us then, would you?
Kill them all!
We'll sort through the bodies after.
And Shianni?
How is she doing?
That's good.
I'm sure she'll be all right, in the end.
I think she'll be all right.
Look after her for me, Soris.
Couldn't really tell.
She's strong.
She'll be fine.
Gnawed Noble Tavern
I made it, I can't believe  it!
Sounds brilliant.
I won't go down without a fight!
Hello.
Make it quick.
How many times do I have to say no?!
Don't go anywhere.
Stay there.
Herren, the customers are staring at me again!
Yes, yes.
Just go away.
Of all the motherless mongrels.
Eureka!
I've done it!
Let's talk.
Now.
A passable idea.
Ugh.
That won't be happening.
I bring greetings.
I am happy to say yes to that.
Perhaps not?
Please wait a moment.
I... do have other places to be.
May the Maker bless you and your journeys.
You've done a good thing here!
Shite.
A word with you, ser?
A great idea.
Perhaps, no?
Wonders of Thedas Shop
Cracked Cave Wall
Greetings.
Have you smelled my scented oils?
Perhaps, not?
Could I ask you to wait for a moment?
I've been here for hours and hours.
Will none of you barbarians buy some flowers?!
Fare well.
All these sticking barbarians.
Pardon, can we speak privately?
That's a wonderful idea.
Perhaps something else will work better?
Greetings.
Come in, come in.
Just a moment.
So... you planning on buying anything?
Maybe something soon?
Thank you.
From both of us!
Shit.
Well done, well done!
Shall we talk about the merchandise?
A brilliant idea.
Sadly, that won't work for me.
Maybe something else?
I hope this cuts deep!
For my sons!
Your infernal meddling ends here!
To me, blast it all!
Your death will be slow and painful.
Must avenge... my boys...
That's for Vilhel!
You dare walk in here!
Yes, yes that'll do.
Never.
Don't move if you value your life.
Leave now, before I change my mind.
You dung-brained goat herder.
That is for my boys, you bastards!
We speak.
Now.
That's a rotten idea.
I'll flay your skin from your bones, child.
The tortures you will endure will be legendary!
Rraah!
Watch and learn, class.
Strike as one!
Fight for your supper, lads!
I need assistance.
We'll make your death extra painful!
Everything... going black...
Stop, if you value your life.
You've been doing that for hours, and you haven't learned a blasted thing.
The Old Man will reward us all!
Richly!
I could take you alone, I could.
Take... uhh... that?
There's no escape.
Please, help.
Oh Maker, help!
I'm... bleeding...
I don't think he's going to ever let us stop.
Ahhh!
So... uhh... can I go, then?
By all the disciples and the Maker, thank you!
Blast.
I have something to say.
Ahh... no.
We'll... uhh... get you.
I... got one?
Please... stop?
Miserable whelps.
We won?
We won!
Please... leave us alone!
I've been training for fighting for months.
You don't scare me.
I've been campaigning with the captain for years.
You don't frighten me.
Works for me.
Yeah?
Don't move an inch.
No way am I going to mop that up.
Get gone.
Hmph.
Thanks, I guess.
Flea-bitten wastrels.
I want to speak.
Now.
You're an idiot.
Piss.
That won't work.
Watch your step.
Nice to meet you!
I'd say "yes" to that.
Hmm...
No.
An elven arse, he says?
I keep a clean inn, I'd have you know. *grumble*
Come again!
I don't mind saying it, I owe you for that.
I'd like to talk with you?
Why yes!
Yes, that'll work.
Ouch.
Maybe something else.
No violence in my inn.
I mean it!
This inn is a hazard, it is.
Hmm...
Not a bad thought.
Most definitely no.
Oh, hello there!
Why yes!
Could I ask you to hold for a moment?
Why, that sausage looks a bit... suggestive.
Scandalous, really.
Maker's blessing to you!
I will pray for you, my child.
Thank you!
Oh that's just... so wrong.
Oh, I say.
Can I speak with you?
Splendid idea.
Hmm...
Maybe?
It sounds like it needs a little more thought, but you would know better than I.
A hearty greetings to you.
Wait up.
Just a moment.
Do excuse my mistress.
She means well.
We won't forget what you've done for us.
Of all the...
Superb!
That will definitely work.
Perhaps not.
Maybe something else will work better?
My blade hungers...
You cannot win.
You're too slow.
I will bury my dagger deep.
Brothers, help.
My dagger will run red with your lifesblood.
I will take you with me, bastard.
Your friend has fallen.
I will finish you later.
The Crows have claimed another victim.
Greetings are in order.
Oh, most certainly.
Not even in your dreams.
Stand where you are or perish.
I take my leave.
Walk safely in shadows.
Miserable wretch.
And so we win.
I give you one chance.
Choose your words carefully.
That is amenable.
That idea smells of shit.
You cannot escape.
Kill the Bann, leave no survivors!
Get me out of this dung heap!
Help me!
That's what I'm paying you for!
Over here...
Quickly.
I can't last.
And that's what you get!
Over here.
Hello.
Not going to happen.
Don't even think about leaving, knife-ears.
I've got my eyes on you.
Good journeys to you.
Hmph.
Thanks.
Lazy, slack-jawed louts.
Well, we made it.
That's a fair idea.
That'll never work.
Don't even think about it.
Get me out of this blasted, backwater slag-pit!
In times like these you--wait.
Oghren?
Is that you?
*Grunt*
Just let us live!
Help.
Help!
Please, leave us be!
I'm cut...
Help!
I...
I got one!
She's going to get us killed one day.
You know that, don't you?
We owe you our lives!
What a mean...
Uhh...
Can we speak to you?
Definitely.
You think so?
I'm not so sure.
You're going the wrong way!
The cave's supposed to be to the west!
You messed up your sales pitch, Gorim.
You were just getting to the good part, too.
See, this is why warriors make bad merchants.
Oh we go way back.
He threw me out of the palace at least a dozen times for calling Endrin a nug-licker.
Gorim here was personal boot-licker to King Endrin's favorite kid.
I wondered what they did to you after Trian died.
Not very much, though.
You know each other?
Who is this guy, Oghren?
Is this some sort of warrior caste thing?
Is this some sort of dwarf thing?
What are you doing here?
I'm fighting.
It's what warriors do.
But don't let me distract you from hawking your junk.
<emp>You're</emp> fighting?
What army would have you?
<desc>laughs</desc> The Grey Wardens.
Needed someone with my skills to handle this Blight.
<desc>Snorts</desc> And I've got a tower in Orzammar to sell you.
Speaking of which, I have dwarven steel for sale.
I am so happy for you, my child.
Assassin's Contact for Leliana
Assassin's Contact
Warehouse
Wade's Emporium
Brothel
The influx of darkspawn into Lothering removed the bandit issue.
The influx of darkspawn have caused all refugees to flee, making the lesser health poultices unnecessary.
The darkspawn invasion of Lothering has destroyed any chances of locating the orphan's mother.
A few poison traps are not going to stop the horde of darkspawn that has attacked Lothering and its surrounding areas.
A few traps will no longer make a difference in the completely overrun town of Lothering.
Knight's Journal
Ancient Encrypted Scrolls
These rolls of parchment are so old theyve grown almost transparent.
They are covered in strange, seemingly meaningless characters.
Diseased Bear Organs
Diseased Wolf Organs
Diseased Spider Organs
Go on in.
Don't dawdle.
Edwina
Your House
Orzammar Slums
I won't let these humans abuse us.
I...
I have shamed my ancestors.
But the blackness will come...
Trian's Room
No, what--
Very well.
It's odd to talk so freely with a stranger, but... perhaps you can help me.
Fine, keep the Anvil if it means so much to you.
Just remember to keep your end of the bargain.
The Chantry abhors blood magic.
That's why they're willing to pay attention to this stupid rumor!
You just don't listen, do you?
Zathrian agreed to speak with the Lady, and you brought him to her.
Dead?
What happened to her?
Was it as I thought?
She's dead.
Here, take this amulet.
I hope it is worth something to you as a reward.
Innkeeper
Disgruntled Patron
Shady Patron
Spooked already?
I don't hear anything.
Hmm...
I don't know.
Y'know, I am feeling a little peckish, though.
Well, maybe... if you had forty sovereigns you're willing to part with...
You want me to feed you?
They must have food at the tower.
Let's go together!
What does that have to do with anything?
Parshaara!
Here!
Munch on these if you like.
Ooh, cookies!
I am content to part with them if it saves us from this fool.
There was a child--a fat, slovenly thing--in the last village we passed.
I relieved him of these confections.
He didn't need more.
For his own good.
Mmm, yummy.
You scratch my back, I'll scratch yours, yes?
We can go across now, if you really want.
Where'd you get those?
You stole cookies from a child?
Oh, very well then.
So can we go to the tower now?
Well?
Can we go across now?
Thank you, Sten.
That redhead there at the back... she doesn't need to go to the tower, does she?
Because it gets a little lonely out here sometimes... and you know, you could just leave her with me--
What?
Er... no.
I'm sorry, I'm... a poetess!
And I am not interested in anything you have to offer.
I've never met a poetess...
The other men sometimes tell stories about them... when the knight-commander isn't around, of course.
Oh.
Excellent.
I have been hoping for new prey.
That dark-eyed temptress over there... surely the tower would be far too dull for her.
I know a girl in Wutherford and she'll only agree to see me if--er, never mind.
Huh.
That was easy.
Yes, let's go.
Here's forty sovereigns then.
He doesn't abide that sort of talk...
Pah.
The stories sheltered templars tell will pale in comparison to mine.
Would you like to hear my tales of debauchery and excess?
Prey?
'Twill take but a moment.
Perhaps you should go aboard the vessel to prepare while we are away.
We must row ourselves across.
I fear the lad will no longer have the use of his limbs... or his eyes, once I am done with him.
Er... maybe I should--
Wonderful!
I can sense his terror!
Oh, that will make the loving all the sweeter.
So you said you wanted to get across?
Maybe we should go now.
Right now. .
Y-yes... please?
I'm sure we could talk on that long, dull boat ride across the lake, yes?
Er... yes, definitely?
Are we going now?
So I just saw Anora not long ago.
Strange story.
You... why would you do that?
What about us?
Why would you do that?
Did you take a blow to the head?
That's crazy!
I hope Eamon doesn't expect me to give a speech.
Maker, he probably does, doesn't he? <desc>Groans</desc>
You know, there's something about being trapped in a fortress full of people who want me dead that makes me think... being a templar might not have been so bad.
So, I'm guessing someone told Anora I was planning to steal her throne.
She has a nasty glare.
Did anyone mention this wasn't my idea?
I think she's a great queen.
As far as I'm concerned, she's welcome to it.
I'm not a political man.
I like being a Warden.
There's real evil out there and it's something we can fight.
It's something we can defeat.
Making laws, settling disputes, that's not me.
I wouldn't have the first idea how to do it.
Really?
What ever would give you that idea?
Well, it's nice that you think so.
What do you think I should do?
Go ahead and be king?
Just let it happen?
That's what I keep hearing.
The way they talk about Theirin blood you'd think I should maybe just jar it and stick that on the throne.
I never met my father.
I understand he did all right as king.
Worse things can happen to someone.
I bet there's a whole new wardrobe that comes as part of the deal.
Maybe a nice scepter, too, I like that idea.
That's so sweet.
I love the way you try so hard.
Seriously, though.
About all I've got going for me is I can fight in formation and I know the Chant of Light backwards and forwards.
It's just that everything I've heard about Queen Anora is that she's the one who really ruled here, not Cailan.
She's smart, tough, determined... while I feel a bit like Cailan's substitute.
I think I'd be better off against the darkspawn.
"All right, Alistair, enough whining!" "Thank you, Alistair, that's excellent advice.
I'll do my best!"
You still don't want to be king?
I think you'd be a great king, Alistair.
You have a kind heart and a strong sense of justice.
Theirin blood will tell.
You'll rise to the occasion.
You'd look snappy with a crown?
Power makes men incredibly attractive.
I was just trying to make you feel better.
Do you think you could back out?
You defeated the demon in the Fade, and drove it from Connor.
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
You found a Grey Warden, Riordan, trapped in a torture room.
He told you that Arl Howe would likely be in the dungeon, which is undoubtedly on the basement level.
Find Arl Howe, and get him to release the queen.
Why are you doing this?
The Circle mages are here!
Why bring them here if all you were going to do is hurt him?!
This way is more efficient.
I suppose I could go talk to them again.
No, that will take too much time.
Spirit of Valor
You may think so, but others feel otherwise.
Forest Clearing
Dark Forest
Forest Path
Let it suffice to say that we had something of a revolt on our hands, led by a mage named Uldred.
When he returned from the battle at Ostagar, he tried to take over the Circle.
As you can see, it didn't work out as he had planned.
Sanga
I do not know.
What happened to Irving?
A little.
If I hadn't said anything, perhaps we would not be here now.
But they needed to know the truth about Loghain.
What is done is done.
Let us see if we can put things right.
Do you regret telling Irving about Loghain?
River Crossing
Forest Meadow
Deep Woods
The whole country's gone crazy.
Abominations can be defeated and killed.
The Circle is not lost, not yet.
Forest Outcropping
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
You found the queen, but she seems to be trapped in her room by some kind of magic.
She says that Howe has been able to enter and leave at will, so he must have some answers.
Find Arl Howe, and get him to release the queen.
We showed those Loghain upstarts.
Bannorn Knight
Loghain Sergeant
Bannorn Soldier
<act>Rush them and spring your own ambush for a change!</act>
<act>Listen.</act>
<act>Leave and skillfully evade their clueless trap.</act>
Lookie, over there!
Twisted Path
Bandit Leader
Hungry Bandit
Grumpy Bandit
Forest Incline
Dwarf Rebel
Dwarf Rebel Leader
Actually, nothing.
I'll have to keep trying her.
Low Road
Steep Path
Lakeside Road
Roadside
Abandoned Meadow
Roadside Field
Winding Road
Rocky Road
Wooded Highway
Denoel
Agatha
Deserted Battlefield
Nigella
Gentle Path
Undercook
Old Tegrin
Hillside Path
Maid
Sergeant?
Where are you going?
The prisoner's escaping!
What in the name of Andraste's Sanctified Girdle is going on here?
Hey, we've got a prisoner loose!
Maker's breath, I should've been made a corporal by now.
You never see <emp>them</emp> stuck polishing the rust off the armor...
Hey, are you relieving me?
It's about time.
Good.
Mind the blighted chain mail.
The commander will skin us both if he finds any rust.
Wait a minute... you're that Grey Warden they just brought in!
Help!
Prisoner on the loose!
Yes, sorry I'm late.
Prisoner on the loose!
Someone help!
Only had it a month, and already this armor doesn't fit... got to lay off the mince pie...
What's the password?
<desc>Sneezes</desc>
It's too dusty in here.
The regent ought to hire a maid.
We've got an intruder!
His lordship's already gone, Warden.
But you're to make yourself comfortable, you hear?
We can't all be gallivanting about the house all day!
Her Highness is here!
Someone fetch the queen some clean linens, and be quick!
His lordship sends no notice he's coming, and now the house is full of guests!
Andraste preserve us, this will be the death of me!
The Redcliffe servants are intolerable!
I don't care if their household <emp>is</emp> ten times the size of ours, they're visitors here!
They should show some manners.
His lordship didn't bring Lady Isolde with him.
I wonder why.
Denoel is like to have a fit.
Arl Eamon needs to show up without notice more often.
The queen is here!
I can hardly believe it!
I didn't think much of her dress, to tell the truth.
She's very beautiful, though.
But she brought no finery!
No attendants!
No ladies-in-waiting!
It's scandalous!
A queen's visit ought to be at least as showy as the Festival of Summerday!
Why does Nigella get to wait on the queen?
I've been here longer!
I heard her Highness has a temper like a nest of rabid wolverines.
Maybe the housekeeper's sent Nigella as a sacrifice. <desc>Giggles</desc>
<desc>Snickers</desc>
I can't believe the arl only gave her Highness that tiny room!
He's always been stingy.
So many visitors... so many chamber pots to clean. <desc>Sigh</desc>
Is it true there's a prince among the arl's visitors?
If they keep tracking mud up here, it's going to take a month to get it all out!
None of them looked all that princely to me.
Pardon us, we're amidst an existential crisis.
No word from Circle Tower.
With these <emp>things</emp> on the loose, though, we can only assume the worst.
Maker, give us strength.
Is it true?
Is this the Great Blight?
If we heed the master's teachings, we'll be safe.
Discipline and focus.
The master says we will help in the battles to come.
Oh thank you, Maker!
Thank you, thank you!
Artifact
You need to move the bookcase before using this artifact.
Special
Test Bookcase
Sod off, duster...
Royal Guard
Valor's Staff
This staff seems eerily familiar.
I am glad.
Your efforts are no doubt better spent elsewhere.
Again?
You are quite fascinated with the creature.
What do you wish to know?
Be on your guard!
Those creatures could strike from anywhere!
That's not the last of them, I'm sure.
Be wary, there must be others lurking about.
I think I hear more of them over there!
Be on your guard.
More of those creatures could come at any moment.
You escaped Fort Drakon after being captured by Ser Cauthrien.
There will be no one who can remain behind to help keep the gates sealed, but that is simply how it must be.
Anyone else will need to remain here and assist in keeping more darkspawn from coming in the gates behind us.
Who will lead them?
I'd rather be going after the archdemon... but all right.
I would be better suited fighting the archdemon, but I will do as you wish.
I will?
I mean, I will!
<desc>Sigh</desc> Sounds like fun, I'm sure.
Leaving me behind, are you?
Very well.
Very likely.
Hmph.
As if I needed anyone else to help block the path... but have it your way.
Then I'll do it.
Then I will do it.
Then I shall do it.
Then by all means, let me.
Then I suppose I'll do it.
Allow me, since I am remaining behind anyhow.
Then I suppose I can do it.
Good.
That should be sufficient.
Now, who do you wish to take with you into the city?
Alistair can do that.
Loghain can do that.
Zevran.
Shale.
It doesn't matter to me.
Rod of Fire Request Form
A storage room request form for a rod of fire.
Signed Rod of Fire Request Form
A storage room request form, duly signed, though the signature is a horrendous and barely readable scribble.
Be careful, Cousin.
Right.
Of course you will. <desc>Sigh</desc>
This is going to be fun!
You're going to die screaming.
I'm going to make you bleed, duster.
Take that, worm!
You've bitten off more than you can chew, duster!
I... don't want to die here.
That was too easy.
We need to get more girls in this place.
Nug-humper!
That sounds like a plan.
A foolish idea.
I'm going to gut you if you even look at me wrong.
You have what?
Dragon scale?
Real dragon scale?
Marvelous, look at how it reflects the light!
How did you get...?
No, I don't want to know.
Alas, traveler, I must confess I have not the skill.
Why, oh Maker, do you torment me?
If you find drake scales, ser, and if I could practice then--one day, --I could make a fine set of armor for you.
Oh...
There, there, uhh, Master Wade.
He does get terribly emotional at times.
Come again.
And still, you taunt me!
Master Wade cannot make your armor, friend.
And if he can't, no one can.
Perhaps if you find drake scales he could practice?
Oh, dragon scale, how I would <emp>love</emp> to work with you.
No, we're already behind, master.
We can't afford--
But you saw the quality of the last set.
Worthless!
Useless!
Please, bring more drake scale so I can redeem myself.
Then, then we can talk!
Yes.
Until then, leave.
Quickly.
Can you make dragon scale armor?
You just don't know when to quit--
Ho, ho, ho!
Why so glum, Herren.
Today is a glorious day.
Today, I make dragon scale armor!
I feel just <emp>giddy</emp>.
Patience, patience.
You dare insult me?
Of course it is.
I will be a legend.
Now, I've dreamed of what I would do every night.
It's in my head, in perfect clarity.
It will be the work of hours.
Wh-What?
You're serious.
Absolutely.
The only question is what type of armor.
Dragon scale is marvelous, flexible, and tough.
I could make a lighter set of dragonskin armor, heavy dragonscale armor, or dragonbone plate.
What interests you?
Excellent.
Excellent!
Now don't move.
There you go.
My life's work, that is.
You did it so... fast?
Of course, Herren, have some faith.
I am a master armorer, you know.
Miracles never cease.
But you.
You're not welcome here any more.
I need a sabbatical.
Maybe someplace warm.
I hate my life.
You've cost our shop a great deal of customers.
How dare you speak of this fine person that way.
I am inspired, all thanks to you!
Stay inspired.
Just be inspired quickly.
Actually, I have some dragon scales.
How long will it take?
What can you make with it?
Is it still free?
I prefer medium armor.
Set me up with the dragonskin.
The heavy dragonscale armor sounds perfect.
The strongest armor you can make: the dragonbone plate.
Isn't Master Wade in charge here?
I hear Antiva is lovely this time of year.
I can't wait to tell the guild what I made, ho!
I will defeat you!
Honor is mine!
I will show no weakness!
I could use some help!
You're going to taste the dust, and like it!
This... is not good.
Atrast vala!
Of course not.
I cannot wait to test my strength in the arena.
It's making me antsy.
I am grateful.
Ancestors have mercy!
I would like to speak.
A wonderful idea.
I do not think that is wise.
I'm going to enjoy breaking you.
This... this is murder!
I'll defend myself if I have to!
Get away from me, you thugs!
Beraht won't get away with this!
Help!
Someone!
Anyone!
M-maybe I'll kill you two!
What's Beraht going to do then?
No... this isn't fair!
Ha!
I might survive this after all!
What's the news?
Wait, please!
It's always the same thing all day in this town, isn't it?
By the teats of my ancestors!
I think that's the worst idea ever.
I...
I'm going to report you to the guards!
Yes, that's right!
With the archdemon dead, the darkspawn horde quickly crumbled.
Most fled back into the Deep Roads.
They would remain a threat in the years to come, but the Blight had been ended before it had truly begun.
Ferelden had been saved, and the entire kingdom rose up to joyously greet its new king.
Ferelden had been saved, and the entire kingdom rose up to joyously greet its queen.
Ferelden had been saved, and the entire kingdom rose up to joyously greet its new king and queen.
The Grey Wardens stood redeemed, and a new age had begun.
But at what cost?
And then it was over.
I'm going to make you hurt!
You're dead, duster!
Over here!
I need help!
There's going to be nothing left of you when I'm done.
This... isn't right!
Hey, you!
Stop!
Hey, I think that rock just moved.
On it's own!
What the nug!
Wooh!
Yes, sure.
We could do that.
That'll turn out badly, you'll see.
I'm going to cut your throat.
<emp>Defend Redcliffe</emp>
Murdock thinks the militia is ready for battle.
<emp>Talk to Murdock</emp>
Murdock the mayor is in the town square.
You picked a fight with the wrong man!
You're dead meat!
This one's mine!
I'm going to kill you, then I'm going to spit on your pathetic corpse.
I hate you.
That's the way to do it!
What's shapin'?
Not a problem.
Don't move.
Anyone want to play cards?
See you soon.
That's nice of you.
Bronto piss!
No.
Ridiculous.
Are you scared?
You ought to be.
I want to hear you scream.
You won't win!
Stand still so I can hit you!
Now you die!
Ahh!
Over here!
Don't worry, the pain will stop when you're dead.
It can't end like this!
Aww, is it over already?
When do we get some fun around here?
Eh, whatever.
Go die.
I like this!
Are you breathing smoke?
Going to make you wish you were dead.
You learned that Jowan was really a blood mage, though he had denied it.
Knight-Commander Greagoir seemed eager to punish you for your part in Jowan's escape, but the Grey Warden Duncan stepped in and recruited you to his order.
You and Duncan are on your way to Ostagar, where the king's army gathers.
You are facing your Harrowing, the final test that marks your passage from apprentice to mage.
You have entered the Fade--the dream world--armed with nothing more than your wits and your will.
Here you must confront a demon that seeks to destroy you and possess your body.
Defeat the demon and you will pass the test.
Fail, and you will die.
You are now part of the Circle of Magi, having survived the Harrowing.
While you have something to celebrate, it seems that your friend Jowan fears that the Circle has other plans for him--the Rite of Tranquility, which will sever his link to the Fade, destroying his aptitude for magic and his ability to feel emotions.
Mage Origin Story So Far
Great prices on all arms and armor!
Like they were crafted by the Paragon Smith Branka herself!
Sod off, brand.
I don't have anything for the likes of you.
Shouldn't you be off scooping dung somewhere?
They say the king favors his middle son.
He may even name him successor at the Assembly.
Hmph, brands walking around like they own the place.
Repulsive.
Get lost, brand.
I have no coin to give you.
Look at them, living on charity while the rest of us have to work an honest living.
Keep your gaze on the floor, casteless!
I don't need your bad luck rubbing off on me.
I'm going to call the guards!
Ugh, don't touch me!
Ademaro's getting in a surface shipment.
Fresh fruit and eggs!
It's been a long time since the last Grey Warden visit.
Humans are mean.
Oh, this is terrible.
Those poor girls!
Those men will get what's coming to them.
You go get those girls.
I'm behind you!
You should speak to the elder.
He'll know what to do.
I-I don't want any trouble.
Just minding my own business.
You just keep to yourself, brand.
Didn't know they let your type in here.
Er...
I was just leaving.
I don't know what that was about and I don't want to know.
I'm going to the Provings later today.
After I get good and drunk.
I hear the Grey Wardens are in town.
I...
I didn't know that fellow at all!
I...
I'm sure he deserved that...
Good job!
Mind your own business.
Can't a man drink in peace?
Get away from me, you freak!
I didn't see anything!
Just go away!
They say the Warrior Caste is hosting a Proving so the Grey Wardens can look for candidates.
Another round of moss-wine and whatever you have on the fire, thanks.
Please.
Don't hurt me!
Ancestors protect me!
Do you mind?
I'm in the middle of a conversation.
This ale tastes like distilled ink mixed with piss.
I should know; I used to serve that!
Next time I see you, Everd, you'll be wearing a Warden's cloak.
Remember, Captain.
Mainar's the man to beat.
Did you see that first bout?
Ostar's helmet practically shattered!
Adalbo still has the ancestors' favor.
I made it to third showing in one of these.
You may not think it to look at me, but I was a great soldier once.
They say three of the fighters Adalbo beat last year never walked again.
Adalbo won last year.
Watch out for him.
Be respectful!
This Proving will demonstrate who has the prowess to be the next Grey Warden.
Stone met, Everd.
May fortune favor your fight.
We're having an after-Proving banquet at my place.
Join us if you can.
You're heading for the arena.
The trenches are that way.
Did you see those humans?
Their heads practically hit the ceiling.
How repulsive.
May the ancestors show you their favor.
If you win this round, you'll be fighting last year's champion.
Could you point me toward the middens?
Do they have anything to eat around here?
Have you met the Grey Wardens, Everd?
They wanted to hear about every captain who's beaten darkspawn.
Oh, this is so exciting!
I'm your biggest fan, Everd!
Don't look at the fighters, brand!
It's bad luck.
Spare a silver?
My boy needs medicine.
The docs say he won't wake without it.
Don't look at me like that!
I was beautiful once.
I was beautiful!
Who the dust do you think you are?
I don't need no sodding help from some jumped-up face-brand carta thug.
Who needs the Paragon Branka when you've got all this?
Look at me!
I'm the Pauper Paragon!
Ha-ha-ha...
Hey there, carta boy.
Care to try a taste of this?
Any way you like it...
I saw Prince Bhelen yesterday.
He wore violet silk and he smelled like fresh water.
He smiled at me.
Tell your mother I said hello.
You got any food on you?
Please?
Humans say the Maker loves all of us.
It doesn't matter what you're born.
I wonder if the surface is so bad...
I hear there's no ceiling, the air just goes on forever.
You think I don't know who you work for?
Is he onto me?
Is he sending you to feel me out?
Is that it?
I-I can work.
Anything you want.
My back's still strong.
Sorry.
Didn't know this corner was yours.
Hey, gorgeous, you looking for something to keep you warm tonight?
You got some coin?
I'll do anything. <emp>Anything.</emp>
Commoner
Spectator
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
You've learned that the cause of all this trouble is Eamon's young son, Connor, who unwittingly made a pact with a demon and became an abomination.
The abomination must be defeated if there is to be any hope of saving Redcliffe, and her arl.
My friends, we are gathered here to pay our respects to the Grey Warden that saved us all.
She gave her life to destroy the Blight, a sacrifice we must never forget.
I...
I thought we would be together forever.
There was a time when I thought... we would be together forever.
Some of us were friends, companions... some of us even loved her.
She put me on this throne, and showed me how important it was I be here.
She even put me on this throne, despite my protests.
But there was no telling her no, right?
He gave his life to destroy the Blight, a sacrifice we must never forget.
Some of us were friends, companions... some of us even loved him.
He put me on this throne, and showed me how important it was I be here.
He even put me on this throne, despite my protests.
But there was no telling him no, right?
He didn't choose to be a Grey Warden, but still he went to his death willingly.
How do you properly honor someone like that?
The Grey Wardens are building a magnificent tomb at Weisshaupt, right next to Garahel's, but I'd like to do something as well.
We were very pleased to discover you alive.
Your sister thought you had died at Ostagar.
I only wish I had recovered from my wounds sooner.
Fergus, the Highever lands are restored to you... in addition to the Amaranthine arling that was Arl Howe's.
Your Majesty...
I would like to give Amaranthine to the Grey Wardens.
Let all know that the arling of Amaranthine, once the land of Arl Howe, is now granted to the Grey Wardens.
We were very pleased to discover you alive.
Your brother thought you had died at Ostagar.
Gorim of House Aeducan, please step forward.
You were the Grey Warden's manservant?
Rica, please step forward.
Cyrion, please step forward.
Well-played for one so young.
Just another one of Dace's puppets.
You know, your name has been mentioned in the Assembly.
You must be quite excited about tomorrow.
Good to see Dace fall flat for once.
Well, it seems Lord Dace got what he wanted out of you.
Those Grey Wardens are quite impressive, aren't they?
Your father speaks highly of your skill.
I know you will do House Aeducan proud.
Well-played with young Bruntin.
A shame about young Bruntin, hmm?
I'd watch my back if I were you.
Dace will want revenge.
Is it true Lord Dace is your real father?
Fight Schedule
Match 1: Mainar.
Match 2: Adalbo.
Match 3: Lenka.
May the Paragons watch over your command.
Congratulations on your commission.
I went to watch the Provings.
Most exciting!
It is good to see you, my lady.
It is good to see you, my lord.
I am at your service, my lady.
I am at your service, my lord.
Ancestors watch over you, my lady.
Ancestors watch over you, my lord.
You look radiant today, my lady.
You look exceptionally striking today, my lord.
As you wish.
Ask your companions to remain close.
We are unused to outsiders.
A bit of food, my lord?
Some coin?
For the ancestors' sake?
Get back to Dust Town where you belong, brand, or I'll throw you in the Deep Roads as a snack for the stalkers.
No... no, don't hurt me!
I just wanted some food...
Atrast vala, Warden.
May the ancestors look kindly upon you.
Long live King Bhelen!
Stay in Dust Town, brand.
You're not wanted up here.
Orzammar thanks you for what you have done.
We are honored to serve you, Grey Warden.
Is it true all the Wardens are dead?
I never thought I'd see you again, exile.
Ancestors smile on you.
Orzammar welcomes you.
Long live King Bhelen.
Long live King Harrowmont.
Keep your hands to yourself, brand.
I'm watching you.
Hail King Bhelen!
Long may he rule!
Hail King Harrowmont!
Long may he rule!
If only King Endrin could have lived to see you return.
Good day.
Ancestors watch your path, Grey Warden.
I hope you are enjoying the Provings.
We are at your service.
A new king!
What better excuse to get sodding drunk?
Darkspawn attacks have been really light this year.
There's an ale out there with my name on it!
Saw you in the Proving.
Good job!
House Aeducan will rule forever!
I think we should get free ale to celebrate the new king!
A toast, to King Harrowmont!
If I'm too drunk to walk, maybe he won't draft me.
To King Bhelen's health.
May he get fat and lazy.
If I was Harrowmont, I'd declare tomorrow a new holiday.
He's a right good man, our king.
Bottoms up!
Ancestors' own favorite!
Good job!
So you're a Grey Warden.
You think I'm impressed?
They say there's a civil war on the surface.
Grey Warden or no, keep your nose out of Orzammar business.
Lot of Deep Roads excursions these days.
I wonder what everyone's looking for.
<desc>Gags</desc> Someone puked here.
Barmaid, clean that up!
Barrel
There is lamp oil in these barrels.
What?
There's a new king?
When did that happen?
I heard Jarvia fell down a mine-shaft and broke her head. 
Woo... hey... there's two of you.
This, my friend, is a pint!
Sit down!
Have a drink.
Enjoy life! 
I hope they have a nug on the fire.
I'm starving.
This ale is perfect with a slow-roasted nug-let.
I'm afraid to walk the Commons alone at night.
Those carta thugs are horrid.
I'll miss old King Endrin.
He was a good man.
Oh, I really shouldn't be talking to strangers.
Excuse me, I'd rather be alone.
Oh my!
A real elf!
You're the Grey Warden, aren't you?
The surface must be so interesting!
I'm coming.
I'm coming.
Hold on.
Lichen-ale's three silvers a tumbler.
We've a bit of stew on the fire.
Isn't it wonderful that the Chant is being spread here in Orzammar?
Brother Burkel is such a generous man.
The Stone was honored by your skill.
Do you accept students?
Harrowmont's men are going to get their beards handed to them.
Bhelen's definitely fielding the stronger team.
I heard a bunch of Harrowmont's supporters dropped out at the last minute.
Wouldn't it be great if Bhelen fought Harrowmont in a Proving for the throne?
Did you see that last fight?
It was really something!
Did you hear about that brand that wore a disguise and fought in the Provings?
What a scandal!
The ancestors have spoken!
Bhelen is king!
All hail the new king!
Will King Harrowmont hold an inaugural Proving?
Congratulations, Warden!
Excellent showing.
I can't wait to see Piotin fight again.
I was splashed with blood last time.
It was amazing.
They say Darvianak Vollney killed his own brother, then went free by winning a Proving.
My money's on the twins in round two.
Kaitlyn's Home - Second Floor
A new king!
We should hold a Proving to celebrate!
I'm your biggest fan!
I can't wait to watch Piotin fight!
He's so accomplished.
King Bhelen will not forget your loyalty.
You can expect no welcome from House Aeducan.
It's an honor to House Aeducan to have a kinsman in the Wardens.
The prince values your support, Warden.
House Aeducan owes you for your service.
Perhaps I was too quick to judge you for Trian.
Your nephew will grow up a prince.
What you did to Trian was unforgivable.
As long as Rica is here, you have a home in House Aeducan.
It's good to see the Grey Wardens know the rightful king in Orzammar.
You won't regret helping our prince, Warden.
Your name will not be forgotten.
You have some gall to come here, exile.
House Aeducan thanks you, Warden.
May King Bhelen's reign be long and prosperous!
House Aeducan thanks you.
King Bhelen owes you his thanks.
Trian was a good man.
What you did was unforgivable.
You must be proud of your sister and nephew.
Good day, Grey Warden.
We are honored to have you here.
House Harrowmont will not forget you.
We thank you for what you have done for Orzammar.
You should have been the eldest.
Harrowmont is the rightful king, and you know that.
Thank you for having faith in House Harrowmont.
It is sad that Endrin didn't get to see you before he died.
House Harrowmont owes you everything.
We never lost faith in you.
Even Bhelen's father rejected him in the end.
Only Lord Harrowmont is fit to be king.
You will always have a place in King Bhelen's court.
Harrowmont will pay for his crimes.
Lord Harrowmont will die, Warden, and you will join him.
You have destroyed Orzammar to serve your own ends!
Don't worry, Warden.
We'll get the usurper!
We will be victorious!
I can't believe Harrowmont would try to cheat a family as old as the Daces.
Prince Bhelen would never go back on a deal.
Prince Bhelen still has my vote.
I don't know why the ancestors would give the Proving to Harrowmont.
You have no place in this hall, exile.
The Aeducans have held the throne for generations.
Guards!
Get this face-brand out of the Assembly!
Bhelen is Endrin's only surviving son.
He has my vote.
Prince Bhelen is the only suitable ruler.
Prince Bhelen will be king.
May King Bhelen reign for a thousand years.
I'll send my men to King Bhelen for your army.
How could you defy Prince Bhelen?
You sided with the usurper.
Prince Bhelen will never forget that.
The prince is glad to have you on his side.
When I heard what Harrowmont did to the Helmis... he lost my vote.
I would never let a single Proving affect my vote.
I was going to vote for Bhelen, but after your victory in the Proving, I'm not so sure.
I would never vote against an Aeducan king.
I was loyal to Endrin and I will be loyal to his son.
Don't worry, Warden.
We'll put down this rebellion.
I'll send my men to King Harrowmont for your army.
Lord Harrowmont's death is on your hands, Warden.
Bhelen's soldiers are holding my wife hostage for my good behavior.
Congratulations on the Proving, Warden.
Congratulations!
I loved seeing Bhelen's toadies in the dirt at your feet, Warden!
Bhelen's a liar and a cheat.
He should never be king!
How could anyone support Bhelen?
His own father repudiated him!
I was a loyal subject to Endrin and I'll be loyal to his chosen heir.
May King Harrowmont reign for a thousand years.
Can you believe Bhelen?
Doesn't know when he's lost.
I always knew Bhelen was a bad egg.
Even as a little boy, he was sly.
How could you defy King Endrin's wishes?
Bhelen threatened to kill my sons if I don't support him.
You have destroyed Orzammar to serve your own ends.
The ancestors favor his lordship, that's for sure.
Bhelen couldn't even field a Proving.
How could he field an army?
Your lies about Lord Harrowmont are reprehensible.
Lord Harrowmont still has my vote.
What's one of <emp>those</emp> doing in here?
The Harrowmonts are an ancient and honorable family.
My family has owed the Harrowmonts for generations.
Harrowmont will always have my vote.
You would do well to support Lord Harrowmont, Warden.
That was a good fight.
We should get going.
More are on the way.
Nice fighting.
Why couldn't I have been born a smith...?
I wouldn't mind never going out there again.
I've never seen deepstalkers so fierce.
Ugly blighters, aren't they?
We need to mount another assault, to recover Imaldan's body.
Poor Imaldan.
I don't know what I'll tell his mother.
You saved my life.
That thing almost had me.
You showed up just in time.
Paragon of Her Kind Story So Far
You're not supposed to be here!
W-wait, is that blood?
Ancestors protect me!
Didn't Beraht give you a job to do?
I'm busy.
Leave me alone.
I don't have anything you can afford.
You have entered the city of Orzammar, which is in turmoil.
The throne stands empty and the Assembly is deadlocked, unable to decide between Prince Bhelen Aeducan and Lord Pyral Harrowmont.
The city is tearing itself apart over the crown, and there seems to be no one willing or able to hear your plea for assistance.
You are working for Dulin Forender, a representative of Lord Pyral Harrowmont.
Dulin has you doing tasks that will further Lord Harrowmont's cause.
You have been asked to fight as Lord Harrowmont's champion in the Provings.
Winning the Provings in Harrowmont's name will increase his popularity, and help him in his bid for the throne.
You convinced the Paragon Branka to destroy the Anvil of the Void, and she took her own life in the process.
Before she died, Branka forged a crown for you to take to the new king of Orzammar.
The Paragon's crown gave you the power to choose Prince Bhelen Aeducan as Orzammar's next king.
In return, King Bhelen has promised that Orzammar will aid you against the Blight.
That doesn't sound too bad.
Orzammar Guard
Tapster's Patron
Remove forms
Proving Fan
If Bhelen becomes king, he'll have us push forward.
Do you think we might retake some ground?
We need to take advantage of this time to carve out new fortifications.
It's a welcome relief with the darkspawn thinned out.
Gives us time to settle the throne.
I haven't seen a darkspawn close to the line for three days now.
The Legion is doing it's job.
I hear the surfacers actually thought darkspawn have been gone for centuries.
Don't they know anything?
Legionnaire
Another time, then.
<emp>Make sure Everd wins the Provings</emp>
You failed to drug Mainar.
It's time to put on Everd's armor and win the Provings.
Oh, and--err--an orphan.
Please, m'lord, can you spare some coin?
Fine!
Let's just move onto the blasted main event, already!
Do you have a preference?
Bah!
I will, then.
Sten would be suitable.
Oghren has led men into battle before.
One of my other companions will lead.
You are working for Vartag Gavorn, a representative of Prince Bhelen Aeducan.
Vartag has you doing tasks that will further Prince Bhelen's cause.
You have been told to convince several prominent nobles of Lord Harrowmont's cheating ways.
If you succeed, they will no longer support Harrowmont's bid for the throne.
You are working for Prince Bhelen Aeducan in the city of Orzammar.
You are to venture into the slums of Orzammar to put an end to the criminal carta.
Eliminating its leader, Jarvia, will certainly boost Prince Bhelen's popularity.
To prove your worth to Vartag Gavorn and to gain Prince Bhelen Aeducan's trust, you have decided to double-cross Lord Harrowmont and destroy his campaign from the inside.
You are working for Lord Harrowmont in the city of Orzammar.
You are to venture into the slums of Orzammar to put an end to the criminal carta.
Eliminating its leader, Jarvia, will certainly boost Lord Harrowmont's popularity.
To prove your worth to Dulin Forender and to gain Lord Harrowmont's trust, you have decided to double-cross Prince Bhelen and destroy his campaign from the inside.
Prince Bhelen Aeducan has requested that you go into the Deep Roads in search of Paragon Branka.
A Paragon's vote is worth more than any number of votes in the Assembly and Bhelen hopes that Branka will return and choose him as the next king.
Your journey into the Deep Roads will take you to Caridin's Cross, Branka's last known location.
Lord Pyral Harrowmont has requested that you go into the Deep Roads in search of Paragon Branka.
A Paragon's vote is worth more than any number of votes in the Assembly and Harrowmont hopes that Branka will return and choose him as the next king.
Your journey into the Deep Roads will take you to Caridin's Cross, Branka's last known location.
Both Prince Bhelen and Lord Harrowmont have requested that you go into the Deep Roads in search of Paragon Branka.
A Paragon's vote is worth more than any number of votes in the Assembly and they both hope that Branka will choose them to be the next king.
Your journey into the Deep Roads will take you to Caridin's Cross, Branka's last known location..
After finding Branka's journal in Ortan Thaig, you learned that she was trying to recover the lost Anvil of the Void.
Branka headed out into the Deep Roads, past Ortan Thaig, into the darkspawn-infested Dead Trenches.
You defeated Branka and helped Caridin destroy the Anvil of the Void, freeing him in the process.
Caridin forged a crown for you to take to the new king of Orzammar.
You found Branka deep in the Dead Trenches, past the lost fortress of Bownammar.
It seems her search for the Anvil of the Void has utterly consumed her and driven her mad.
Branka has locked you in a room full of vicious traps that she has been unable to bypass herself.
She didn't choose to be a Grey Warden, but she still went to her death willingly.
How do you properly honor someone like that?
The Grey Wardens couldn't have asked for anyone finer.
How do you properly honor someone like that?
I understand that the king has asked for the body to be sent back to Orzammar?
And the king says that she's to be buried in Orzammar next to her father, as an Aeducan.
All honors restored.
And the king says that he's to be buried in Orzammar next to his father, as an Aeducan.
All honors restored.
That's good.
I've spoken with your king.
Ferelden will be sending men to help keep the darkspawn at bay.
We won't ignore the dwarves any longer.
I am.
Still funny hearing you call her that.
I always knew she was bound for greatness, but this...
I understand the king has asked for the body to be returned to Orzammar?
To be buried, returned to the Stone.
Not burned, like you humans do it.
No offense.
My son will have his own clan one day.
Mother was so shocked, she's gone sober.
Miracles abound, apparently.
I'm glad to hear it.
Please convey my well-wishes to the king.
You are the Grey Warden's father, are you not?
We had some difficulty finding you.
Things in the Alienage are chaotic.
Help has been... slow to arrive.
I'd like to change that.
The Alienage will have its own ruler, who speaks in the Landsmeet as an equal.
I'd like that to be you.
The first bann of the Alienage, if you're willing.
My lord, I... don't know what to say!
I will admit that I am uncertain why you brought us here.
We have already grieved, in our own way.
She was our sister and our daughter before she was your hero.
Her loss lessens us all.
I agree.
And while I know my people cannot truly make up for what we have done to yours, I was hoping to start.
I know it's not the Dales, and there will be much to work out, but I was hoping...
I am glad.
Let's try to do it right this time, shall we?
You are working for both Vartag Gavorn and Dulin Forender, men who represent Prince Bhelen and Lord Harrowmont respectively.
You probably will not be able to play both sides for very long.
On second thought, I'll pass.
You found Branka deep in the Dead Trenches, past the lost fortress of Bownammar.
It seems her search for the Anvil of the Void has utterly consumed her and driven her mad.
Urged on by the Paragon Branka, you destroyed Caridin--creator of the Anvil of the Void--and Branka has claimed the Anvil for herself.
She forged a crown for you to take to the new king of Orzammar.
The paragon's crown gave you the power to choose Lord Pyral Harrowmont as Orzammar's next king.
In return, King Harrowmont has promised that Orzammar will aid you against the Blight.
Goodbye!
Caved-In Wall
Friends, let us hope that she has gone on to a better place and that she knows just how thankful we are for what she has done here.
You will be missed.
More than I can possibly say.
You will be missed, my friend.
By us all.
You will be missed.
Fare you well.
We have found a few surviving apprentices, but effectively the Circle has been destroyed... unfortunate, but necessary.
Under control, though the Circle has been greatly weakened.
Still, there have been no further possessions.
I wish to see the Circle restored, but I understand the Veil at the tower is too weak.
That being the case, I wish a new tower built--with the Chantry's aid.
And it will bear the Hero's name.
And once the tower is built, Knight-Commander, I am granting the new Circle autonomy.
What?!
But... your Majesty!
I think what has happened only proves--!
It proves what a substantial contribution a mage can make.
They have earned the chance to prove they can watch themselves, don't you agree?
I... yes, your Majesty.
As you say.
It was no accident that she was there, either.
She was special, and each of us has had our life touched by her in some way.
Some of you were her friends and companions.
Some of you she helped.
It was her word that put me on the throne, even though she barely knew me.
I am grateful beyond measure.
It was not her choice to be a Grey Warden, but still she went to her death willingly.
How does one properly honor a woman like that?
The Grey Wardens could not have asked for anyone finer.
How does one properly honor someone like that?
The Grey Wardens are building a magnificent tomb at Weisshaupt, next to that of Garahel, but I believe more is required.
Fergus Cousland, please step forward.
We were very pleased to discover you alive.
You were thought to have been killed at Ostagar.
I think that would be fitting.
There they can rebuild, and hopefully live up to this example.
Now we bid the hero of Ferelden farewell.
She will be sorely missed.
Friends, let us hope that he has gone on to a better place and that he knows just how thankful we are for what he has done here.
Now we bid the hero of Ferelden farewell.
He will be sorely missed.
I understand you were the Grey Warden's manservant.
I was, until she was exiled from Orzammar.
I was quite sorry to see her go.
I am told that the king has asked for the body to be sent back to Orzammar?
Well, no disrespect meant but we don't burn our dead.
We bury them in the ground, return them to the Stone.
And the king says she's to be buried in Orzammar next to her father, as an Aeducan.
All honors restored.
And the king says he's to be buried in Orzammar next to his father, as an Aeducan.
All honors restored.
That's good.
I've spoken with your king.
Ferelden will be sending men to help keep the darkspawn at bay.
We won't ignore Orzammar's plight any longer.
Glad to hear it, your Majesty.
I was, until he was exiled from Orzammar.
I was quite sorry to see him go.
You are the Grey Warden's sister, yes?
I am.
Still funny hearing you call him that.
I always knew he was bound for greatness, but this...
The Assembly is considering Paragon-hood.
And that means a burial in Orzammar with all honors.
Paragon!
Can you believe it?
My son will have his own clan one day.
Mother was so shocked she's gone sober.
Miracles abound, apparently.
I am glad to hear it.
Please convey my well-wishes to your husband, the king.
I am glad to hear it.
Please convey my well-wishes to King Harrowmont.
I'd like to change that.
I have decided that the Alienage will have its own ruler, someone to speak in the Landsmeet as an equal.
My lady, I... don't know what to say!
I wish your daughter were still here to fill the role herself.
As it is, it's just a start.
I promise you that.
I wish your son were still here to fill the role himself.
As it is, it's just a start.
I promise you that.
Keeper Marethari, please step forward.
It is good to finally meet you.
We had some difficulty finding your clan in time.
He was our brother and our son before he was your hero.
His loss lessens us all.
I quite agree.
And while I know there is nothing my people can truly do to make up for what we have done to yours, I was hoping to start.
I hereby offer your people the hinterlands north of the Korcari Wilds, including Ostagar.
To do with as you will.
You would... give us our own land?
I would.
I know it is not the Dales, and there will be much to work out, but I was hoping...
We accept.
We accept gladly.
I am glad.
I look forward to providing the rest of my people a shining example of how elves and humans should co-exist.
Knight-Commander Greagoir, please step forward.
Tell me, what is the situation currently with the Circle of Magi?
We have found a few surviving apprentices, but effectively the Circle has been destroyed.
I wish to see the Circle restored.
However, I understand that the Veil at the tower is too weak.
A fine idea, your Majesty.
And once the tower is built, Knight Commander, I am granting the new Circle autonomy.
It proves what a substantial contribution a mage can make.
They have earned the opportunity to prove that they can watch themselves, Knight-Commander, don't you agree?
He gave his life to destroy the Blight, and that is a sacrifice we must never forget.
It was no accident that he was there, either.
He was special, and each of us has had our life touched by him in some way.
Some of you were friends, companions... some of you even loved him.
Some of you were his friends and companions.
Some of you he helped.
It was his word that put me on the throne, even though he barely knew me.
I am grateful beyond measure.
It was not his choice to be a Grey Warden, but still he went to his death willingly.
How does one properly honor a man like that?
Servants' Quarters
Leliana
Loghain
Shale
<emp>Return to Filda</emp>
You found Ruck in the lost dwarven thaigs of the Deep Roads.
He survived for years scavenging from the ruins and eating the dead darkspawn that litter the place.
Sadly, the poison in darkspawn blood completely destroyed his mind, leaving him a wretched husk of a person.
You put him out of his misery.
You told Filda that you found no sign of Ruck.
She will remain hopeful that one day he will return.
<emp>Return to Filda</emp>
You found Ruck in the lost dwarven thaigs of the Deep Roads.
He survived for years scavenging from the ruins and eating the dead darkspawn that litter the place.
Sadly, the poison in darkspawn blood completely destroyed his mind, leaving him a wretched husk of a person.
He does not want his mother, Filda, to know what's become of him and you promised not to tell her the truth.
Exit - World Map
My friends, we are gathered to celebrate those responsible for our victory.
The lower market isn't deemed important by the captain of the guard, even less with Arl Howe in charge.
So when I finally get the new men I request, I get the delightful surprise of discovering they're Lord Such-and-Such's illegitimate, untrained, moronic whelps.
So I have a legion of bastards to protect the market from pickpockets, stabbings, and what-not.
And Arl Howe's specially picked men are the worst of the lot.
With the bastards I just have to worry about dicing, the odd bit of drool, or yelling at them too loudly and hurting their poor feelings and then getting chewed out by their noble fathers.
But I swear the arl's men are more criminal than the miscreants we occasionally arrest.
Some of them <emp>are</emp> the criminals we have to arrest.
So if your lifeblood isn't draining in the gutters as we speak, don't bother reporting it.
Think how the common citizens will see it.
A Warden keeping order, tempering the undesirable element.
It might make people think about your order.
Plus, I'll pay.
Your likeness was passed around to the senior guardsmen at the palace.
I must say, the sketch didn't do you much justice.
Don't worry, even if I believed the "official story" of what happened at Ostagar, I'm no fool.
Me?
You must be kidding.
Even if I believed the "official story" of what happened at Ostagar, I'm no fool.
If I asked my men to apprehend you, they'd all run and cry big, sobby tears in their courtesans' bosoms and leave me all alone to be skewered.
Don't disturb the peace in the market and that's well enough for me.
How are they worse?
How will being a bouncer help my cause?
Don't even try to arrest me.
Here's the payment I promised.
I might have more work, if you're interested.
But I'm heading back to the Market District.
The back alleys are just too dangerous for me.
Scrapes, bruises, and a few broken things... but no deaths.
You showed restraint.
The Pearl's "workers" will--
Whatever you do, just don't make things worse!
You want to do more?
Bless you!
I put a notice on the chanter's board.
Just drum the louts out of there.
The barkeep doesn't mind some blood--or "sport," as she called it. 
But besides that, all is well.
Assembly Chamber
I am a Crimson Oar.
Watch where you're looking or we'll rip your damned eyes out and piss in your skull!
<emp>Investigate the tower</emp>
Greagoir has sealed the door behind you, trapping you in the tower.
The one who led the final charge against the archdemon remains with us still, an inspiration to all she saved that day.
The one who led the final charge against the archdemon remains with us still, an inspiration to all he saved that day.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I formally present my betrothed, who will soon be your queen.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you the hero of Ferelden, the first Grey Warden to defeat the Blight since Garahel four centuries ago.
My friend, it is hard to imagine how you could have aided Ferelden more.
I think it only appropriate that I return the favor.
Is there any boon that you might request of Ferelden's king?
If it is within my power, I will grant it.
I suspect you'll have plenty of opportunity to do that as queen, as my advisor at the very least.
Then I hereby appoint you chancellor, to serve as my advisor in the years to come.
Maker knows I'll need it.
I think the teyrnir of Gwaren should serve nicely as your personal fiefdom... aside from, you know.
Being queen.
Then I appoint you the new teyrn of Gwaren and inheritor of Loghain's estate and fortune.
Only fair, I think.
You know, that's a very good point.
Let it be known, then, that the Circle has earned the right to watch over itself.
The tower shall be restored and then turned over to the mages.
The Howes are hereby stripped of their titles and fortune, and will be investigated as to their involvement in the Highever attack.
Highever itself is of course restored to your family... namely your brother Fergus, since he was found safe and sound near the Korcari Wilds.
Absolutely.
The dwarves face the darkspawn every day, don't they?
Ferelden hereby offers its full military support to the new king of Orzammar, and will aid in reclaiming the Deep Roads.
The Alienage will hereby have its own ruler and its own laws.
Hopefully, this is only the beginning.
Then we shall have to track her down and give her the news.
Too bad.
But I'm sure we can find someone willing.
The hinterlands to the north of the Korcari Wilds, including Ostagar, are hereby granted to the Dalish elves.
My father, Loghain, the man who led Ferelden to freedom at the River Dane--gave his life for us and earned his redemption by slaying the archdemon.
Alistair, the son of King Maric and last of the Theirin bloodline, gave his life for us by slaying the mighty archdemon.
But the one who led the battle against the darkspawn thankfully remains with us still.
Of those who stood against the darkspawn siege of Denerim, there is one in particular who deserves commendation.
The one who led the charge against the archdemon and killed it remains with us still, an inspiration to all she saved that day.
The one who led the charge against the archdemon and killed it remains with us still, an inspiration to all he saved that day.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I formally present my betrothed, who shall soon be your king.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present the hero of Ferelden, the first Grey Warden to defeat the Blight since Garahel four centuries ago.
Grey Warden, it is hard to imagine how you could have aided Ferelden more.
I think it only appropriate that I return the favor.
As a reward and as an engagement present, I offer you a boon of your choice.
Is there any boon you might request of Ferelden's queen?
A title and the riches to go with it, I think.
I only ask that my people be aided against the darkspawn.
I wish to see my people treated fairly, for once.
I think Soris would be a better choice.
The sacrifices of the Wardens should not be forgotten again.
I have no need of anything further.
I don't know.
I'll have to think about it.
I only wish to continue to serve the crown, your Majesty.
I ask that the Circle of Magi be given its independence.
I ask that the Howes pay for what they did to my family.
I ask that land be granted to the Dalish, your Majesty.
Another round for me men!
What are you looking at?
We're the Crimson Oars.
You haven't heard of us?
We are mercenaries, from all over the world!
We have won many battles.
And tonight we drink before the next!
Complaints?
We have good coin, and we're breaking none of your laws.
I spit on your complaints.
You see.
This is why we called the guard.
Causing a ruckus, they are.
They glare at my patrons.
They're loud, they're rude... and they smell.
I want them out.
If they resist, force the barbarians out.
The patrons don't mind a little sport of it.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You're a good one, you are!
We'll remember you!
The captain of the guard will hear of this!
We happen to like the ale better, here.
The wine, too.
Less vomit on the floor.
So long as we're paying, they're serving! <desc>Laughs</desc>
<desc>Laughs</desc>  You may have a point.
Bar woman, you and your women are too old and shriveled!
Too many damned clothes!
Right, boys? <desc>Laughs</desc>
Oars, we go to the docks!
Let's find us some wenches!
No, we go wherever we want.
We are the Crimson Oars!
Nobles?
Mmmm you may have point, there.
Fine.
We will leave; we don't want trouble with nobles.
Make our lives hard?
Fereldan nobles are like sheep!
Or... better yet!
Lap dogs! <desc>Laughs</desc>
Oh, you're threatening us?
We are veterans of many battles.
Who are you, hm?
We are veterans of many battles.
What are you to us?
I, um...
We... we were just leaving.
Yes.
Oars, we go to the docks!
Easy thing to say.
Not such an easy thing to prove.
Ha!
Then it's time for a bit of exercise!
The Crimson Oars?
There have been complaints about you.
And you drink here?
The docks has much better bars.
What exactly have they done?
For these great "crimes," what do you want done?
I think you're the barbarian here.
The Crimson Oars stay.
Oars, there are much better places to spend your coin.
Wouldn't you prefer a bar with more women? "Friendly" ones?
This bar is for nobles.
And nobles can make your life hard.
You're not wanted here.
I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
Now.
Hundreds have died in my wake.
You're just a number to me.
You had your chance. <act>Attack</act>
You're not worth my time.
Goodbye.
We drink to you, stranger!
Now we drink more!
Next drink to battle and victory!
I have something for you.
The Market District is a whole sight better because of what you've done for us.
I know this may not be much, but it's an extra thanks.
A lot of folk swallow whatever lies are fed to them, but us believers will try and spread word about you and the Wardens.
Edwina sends her thanks for getting rid of the Crimson Oars.
Mind you, she's disappointed there was no fighting.
She got her sport, and she's as pleased as a swine in mud.
Here's payment.
You've helped out a great deal.
Thanks for the help you've given.
Unfortunately, I have more headaches to deal with.
The bartender of the Gnawed Noble is furious.
I know she's a handful, but a lot of important people go there.
Well, maybe I can spare some men later to take care of this.
I volunteered for it.
I was most adamant.
I took my vows to serve the Chantry, not sit idly by.
Why did they send you instead of someone more... healthy?
Now that's a very good point.
And it is high time some scholars were collected to learn more about the darkspawn.
We'll face them again, with the dwarves as well as here.
I suppose marrying me is all any girl would need. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
I'm kidding, of course.
Just a little royal humor.
Ahem.
Really?
Not even a pony?
Gosh.
Way to wreck the drama.
Going to hold it over my head, huh?
Smart choice.
I suspect you'll have plenty of opportunity to do that as my consort, in whatever capacity you desire.
Then let it be known that I appoint you Chancellor, to serve as my advisor in the years to come.
A finer advisor I cannot imagine.
My father's teyrnir in Gwaren stands empty, as does his estate, and I gladly pass both onto you.
I doubt the Chantry will agree, but you have an excellent point.
Let it be known that Ferelden's mages have earned the right to watch over themselves.
The tower shall be restored and returned to the Circle.
Let it be known that the Howes are hereby stripped of their titles and fortune, and will be investigated as to their individual involvement in the Highever attack.
Highever itself is restored to your family... namely your brother Fergus, who was found safe and sound near the Korcari Wilds.
Very well.
My people seem to forget the plight of yours all too easily, do we not?
Let it be known that Ferelden hereby offers its full military support to the new king of Orzammar, and will aid in reclaiming the parts of the Deep Roads it has lost.
An excellent idea.
What would you say to becoming the new bann of the Alienage... a voice for the elves in the Landsmeet?
Let it be known that the Alienage will now have its own ruler and its own laws.
Let this be a new beginning for both our peoples.
Then we will have to track him down and give him the news.
I think that can be accomplished.
Let it be known that the hinterlands to the north of the Korcari Wilds, including Ostagar, are hereby granted in their entirety to the Dalish elves.
It's rugged land, and there will be much for us to work out... but let's hope this is just a first step in our people working together.
An excellent point.
We can begin with a monument here in Denerim dedicated to my father and all the other Grey Wardens who fell to save us.
We can begin with a monument here in Denerim dedicated to Alistair and all the other Grey Wardens who fell to save us.
I think we can begin with a monument here in Denerim, dedicated to the Grey Wardens who have fallen--Duncan, Riordan, all of them.
We should also collect scholars to learn more about the darkspawn.
We'll face them again, here and with the dwarves.
Truly?
Then know you will always be welcome within these halls.
The crown of Ferelden will ever be grateful.
As you wish.
The crown of Ferelden shall ever be grateful for your deeds.
I would be willing.
I think Shianni would be a better choice.
I think you could find someone more suitable.
Intruder!
We have an intruder!
Kill them all!
The templars must not be alerted.
I know not how you've survived thus far.
Is it luck or providence?
No matter, you will not survive... this!
Scarf
Patterns like sunlight falling through leaves have been woven into this scarf.
Especially those that deal in weapons and armor.
Master Wade is especially in demand.
Corrupted Spiderling
Did you think I was joking?
The door is sealed. <desc>Sigh</desc>
We must go quickly and avoid notice.
Because there are two sorts of people in this house: those loyal to Howe, and those loyal to me.
If Howe's people find me, I'll be killed.
And my people will insist on escorting me back to the palace... where my father may <emp>also</emp> have me killed.
Why are you dressed like that?
Teyrn Howe will probably be in his rooms.
They're at the end of the hall, on the left.
There they can rebuild, following the example of those who went before them.
Well, I didn't want to come right out and <emp>say</emp> it... but I'm relieved you'll be nearby.
That they do.
I'm glad one of us is staying with them, at least.
I don't suppose the Grey Wardens are really in a position to stop you, are they?
Then let me say I hope your travels bring you back this way soon.
Don't be a stranger.
Of course.
I hope you know that you are always welcome in court, should you decide to return.
Then you won't be very far away.
I'm glad.
And don't think I'm not glad to hear that.
My impression was that she didn't want to be found.
But I understand completely.
There's a group of Ferelden citizens waiting outside to get a look at their hero.
I suggest you make at least a brief appearance before they storm the gate. <desc>Chuckles</desc> Just tell the guard at the door when you're ready.
What are your plans?
I assume that, as Chancellor, you'll be remaining here in Denerim?
What are your plans?
Will you remain with the Grey Wardens?
Let it also be known that the arling of Amaranthine, once the land of Arl Howe, is now granted to the Grey Wardens.
What are your plans?
I assume with the wedding you will be remaining in Ferelden?
You are no doubt correct.
Having you near at hand would be a great relief.
I am certain they will be relieved to know your intentions.
Then let me say I hope your travels bring you back this way soon.
You will always be welcome here.
Of course.
Know that you are always welcome in court, should you decide to return.
Then you won't be very far away.
I am relieved to hear that.
My impression was that she didn't want to be found.
But I understand.
Well, I hope you'll stay here at court while you decide.
Your skills are sorely needed.
There is a group of eager Fereldan citizens waiting outside to get a look at their hero.
I suggest you make at least a brief appearance before they storm the gate. <desc>Chuckles</desc> Just tell the guard at the door when you are ready.
The darkspawn are still a threat.
The Grey Wardens need me.
I think I will return to my clan.
I'll go wherever you are.
I think you'll need my help.
I think I will travel... at least for a time.
I intend to help my brother rebuild Highever.
I think I will return to Orzammar.
I will have my duties in the Alienage.
I intend to find Morrigan.
I don't know yet.
We'll see.
In the bleak seasons, the song always sounds the sweetest.
For what is faith without hardship?
Blessed are the peacekeepers, champions of the just.
And after much sweat, blood, and toil, her labors ended.
And the world marveled at what she wrought.
Though stung with a hundred arrows, though suffering from ailments both great and small, his heart was strong and he moved on.
The deep dark before dawn's first light seems eternal.
But know that the sun always rises.
Yes.
And wherever he goes, a great many guards go with him.
I beg you, do not put my lady in danger for your revenge.
We must get her out first.
Howe is here?
Good, I was hoping I'd get a chance to see him.
Why can't we go in the front?
Why stop now?
Cauthrien is all that stands between us and freedom.
We have killed so many other guards.
What do a few more matter?
But we've come so far!
Why surrender now?
Why surrender?
We can easily take these few soldiers.
Don't be stupid, we can take them!
We've been through worse scrapes than this.
You don't need to turn yourself in.
Wait, what about crushing their heads?
A needless sacrifice will not bring victory.
Are you sure this is what you wish?
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
You found Redcliffe in a beleaguered and weary state, having suffered nightly assaults by walking corpses.
Another attack will be unleashed upon Redcliffe tonight and you have agreed to help prepare the local militia for the battle ahead.
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
You found Redcliffe in a beleaguered and weary state, having suffered nightly assaults by walking corpses.
You decided to leave the villagers to their own devices.
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
You found Redcliffe in a beleaguered and weary state, having suffered nightly assaults by walking corpses, so you helped the villagers repel the evil creatures.
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
The town was suffering nightly assaults from walking corpses.
You left the people to their fate and upon your return found that Redcliffe had been reduced to a lifeless ghost town.
You are looking for survivors.
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
You learned that Arl Eamon was poisoned by an apostate mage, Jowan.
You discovered Jowan locked in the cellar of Castle Redcliffe.
He confessed to the poisoning, but believes that there is some other evil force at work.
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
You discovered that Arl Eamon was poisoned by the apostate mage Jowan, and that his son, Connor, has been possessed by a demon and is now an abomination.
The abomination is keeping the arl from you, even as he lies dying.
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
You discovered that Arl Eamon was poisoned by the apostate mage Jowan, and that his son, Connor, had been possessed by a demon and was an abomination.
You allowed Jowan to send you into the Fade where you defeated the demon that controlled Connor.
Arl Eamon is still sick, however, and in need of a cure.
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
You discovered that Arl Eamon was poisoned by the apostate mage Jowan, and that his son, Connor, had been possessed by a demon and was an abomination.
Sadly, the abomination had to be destroyed, and Connor was lost in the process.
Arl Eamon is still sick, however, and in need of a cure.
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
You discovered that Arl Eamon was poisoned by the apostate mage Jowan, and that his son, Connor, had been possessed by a demon and was an abomination.
With aid from the Circle, one mage was sent into the Fade, where the demon was defeated.
Arl Eamon is still sick, however, and in need of a cure.
Arl Eamon Story So Far
Killing them just reinforces Loghain's lies about me.
On second thought, we fight our way out. <act>Attack</act>
I'm surprised this ended peacefully.
So we made it.
I'm impressed, aren't you?
I was so scared that I might lose you, but... here you are.
And here I am.
Not bad, right?
I was scared that you might... that one of us might not make it to the archdemon.
But you did it, and here you are.
The odds were completely against one of us actually getting to the archdemon... but of course you would make it.
I knew you would.
You killed an archdemon and survived.
That's one for the history books, right?
I guess Morrigan was telling the truth after all.
About the... ritual.
The rest of the Grey Wardens haven't arrived yet from Orlais, but they've already sent... questions.
What should I tell them?
That a maleficar saved you and then ran off to have my demon baby?
That has a certain ring to it, right?
That a maleficar saved you and then ran off?
I'm not sure you want that.
Or Morrigan.
Or me, even.
Yes.
All you need is a maleficar willing to have your demon baby.
Who knew?
Yes.
If only they knew how handy a maleficar can be, right?
No, I suppose I'll just keep that to myself.
I can shrug and look stupid.
It's a talent.
Speaking of Morrigan, do you know where she went?
I'm told she vanished right after the battle.
No good-byes or anything.
I bet this had something to do with that night.
With Morrigan.
Why you're still here, I mean.
I'm not <emp>that</emp> dumb.
I just don't understand how you're still alive.
I guess Riordan was wrong?
I had no idea.
I suppose that makes sense.
Hmm.
You're probably right.
The Grey Wardens haven't arrived yet from Orlais, but they've already been sending questions.
I guess it'll be a mystery.
Speaking of mysteries, where did Morrigan go?
She vanished right after the battle.
No good-byes or anything.
I thought you were sticking around?
It's up to you, I suppose...
I don't imagine she'll be easy to find if she doesn't want to be.
Very dramatic.
I don't imagine she'd be easy to find if she didn't want to be.
I'm just concerned about what that ritual is going to cost, eventually. <desc>Sigh</desc>
Good riddance, I say.
At any rate, I can't wait to be alone with you.
These formal affairs drive me insane.
Let her get her own conquering hero.
I have mine.
Tell me about it.
The way I see it, it will be tolerable as long as I have you.
You said you're staying with the Grey Wardens.
So am I.
I guess we'll be seeing more of each other.
And quite frankly I can't think of anything better than that.
I'll be wherever you are, so long as you'll have me.
Oh, I'll be waiting, don't you worry.
And keep you from your public obligations?
Perish the thought.
At any rate, I guess we'll be married soon.
Do you... find that strange?
I get to marry the woman I love.
I figure there can't be much better than that.
If there was anyone I could have picked, it would have been you.
So I'm good with it.
We're not exactly friends.
But this is what you wanted, so... here we go, right?
It's a bit strange, but... my life has hardly been normal.
I'll roll with it, right?
And I'm looking forward to being king.
It's weird hearing that come out of my mouth...
Not me.
Well... not that I'll be <emp>queen</emp>.
You know what I mean.
At any rate, I can see Arl Eamon giving me that look.
More king stuff, I suppose.
It can never wait.
At any rate, I'm looking forward to meeting the rest of the Grey Wardens when they come.
We'll need to rebuild, right?
And, if I don't get the chance some other time...
I just wanted to say thank you.
I won't forget any of this.
You're leaving, aren't you?
And I'm not.
I guess we'll see how things play out, but this certainly feels like an ending... at least for now.
I know, but I'm king now... and that means things will change.
I guess we'll see.
Not at all.
Still... who knows what's going to happen next?
And, if I don't get the chance some other time... thanks.
For everything.
So am I.
I can't tell you how much.
I'll let you get to your adoring public.
They want to see the hero of Ferelden, and who am I to keep them waiting?
Oh, I don't mean it like that.
I'm not about to lose a friend like you.
But who knows what's going to happen next?
You have lots to do, and an adoring public to greet.
Don't let me keep you.
So.
Loghain was killed by the archdemon.
I suppose that has a certain amount of justice to it.
You did what you thought you had to.
And it worked out.
So all is good.
Yes, I guess you did that.
And I'm grateful, I am.
You sure did.
I'm married to a woman who doesn't like me and who I can probably never give a child to.
Fun times.
No, I just... didn't see myself being here.
Duncan is dead, and I'm no longer a Grey Warden.
And I'm king.
That part still keeps surprising me.
But I'm not angry, no.
I am.
I actually am.
I just... didn't see myself ever being where I am now.
I don't think we have much to say to one another.
You killed the archdemon.
Well done.
The Grey Wardens seem to be mighty curious as to just how you managed to pull that off without dying.
See, that's what I told them.
Morrigan... saved you?
Well, that figures.
That might also explain why she ran off right after the battle.
The Grey Wardens will be interested in figuring out just how she did that.
Somehow I'm not surprised.
You're just lucky that way, right?
Look, you made me king and I'm... grateful.
And Duncan would have been happy the Blight is over.
Look, you made me king... and that's better than being dead.
By far.
I know Duncan would have been happy that the Blight is over, as well.
So I am grateful.
Anora has big plans for you, since you're sticking around.
So we'll see plenty of each other.
I'm actually a bit jealous that you're staying with the Grey Wardens, to be honest.
I'm sure we'll see each other again.
I know you're leaving, anyhow.
I'm sure we'll see each other again.
Until then, you'd best get on with your procession.
Your adoring public awaits.
Tell them the truth.
Tell them they were wrong.
I don't care what you tell them.
I guess so.
Morrigan saved me.
You don't want to know.
I don't know where she went.
But I'll find her.
She doesn't want to be followed.
I don't know.
I'm not sure I want to.
We'll be married soon, you know.
And what about Anora?
Better get used to them.
You're the king.
What are your plans?
Meet you upstairs later?
We can leave right now, if you like.
I completely agree.
I will enjoy being queen.
Do you?
You're talking like this is good-bye.
Neither will I.
I'm just sad we had to end things like we did.
No thanks are necessary.
This is hardly good-bye.
Same to you.
I made you king, didn't I?
So you're still angry.
I thought you'd be happy we succeeded.
I used a sword.
Morrigan saved me.
With magic.
I don't know, really.
The crowd is waiting for you outside.
We can speak more afterwards, if you like.
All is... uh, well.
I wish Father found me a better job than <emp>this</emp>.
I've my eye on you.
W-we're keeping the markets s-safe for you and the queen, Warden.
The streets are safer thanks to you, Warden.
Defend Redcliffe from the walking dead.
Where's Howe?
I saw him go into the dungeons.
He may still be there.
I'll let you out of there... for a price.
You see that pedestal there?
I've studied the runes on it--runes that signify different islands of the sloth demon's domain.
Which random encounter type do you want to run?
Which forest encounter?
Forest
Spiders
Elves erwolves
Darkspawn
Civil war
Ambush
Orzammar rebels
Highway / Plains
Which highway encounter?
Mages
Refugees
Army Redcliffe
Army Dwarves
Army Elves
Army Werewolves
Battle
Wynne Collapse
Wynne Summon
Plains demons 1
Plains demons 2
Half-Eaten Dwarf
Alistair's claim is challenged.
In the days before King Calenhad, such claims were settled by duels.
Alistair against Loghain.
Will the Landsmeet agree?
What makes you a better choice than Anora?
What makes you a better choice than Alistair?
I can do this.
I may not know politics the way she does, but I know what needs to be done.
I can get our armies marching toward the Blight.
There are others clamoring for your attention, da'len.
Go, and celebrate as you deserve.
Andaran atish'an, da'len.
It is so wonderful to see you again, healthy and whole.
This is your day, da'len, and I could not bear the thought of not seeing you on it.
It is only too bad the rest of the clan could not join me here.
I fear they were too afraid to come into such a great city.
It is so different from what we are used to!
I find myself constantly bewildered.
They send their well wishes with me.
The keeper was especially proud at the word of your victory.
She said she cannot wait to tell the other clans.
The keeper did what she felt she had to.
You were ill, and there was no other way.
I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive us.
We are so proud of you...
The keeper was brought to tears when she heard of your victory.
And this thing you have done... land to settle on!
I...
I cannot express what this means to the clans.
Imagine the look on the keeper's face when she learns of this!
Will you come with me to tell her?
Ah, well.
This was your doing, so I thought perhaps you might want to see the joy you create... for it will be great, indeed.
Wonderful!
You will see the joy this will bring...
It will be a day to remember for a very long time.
I think it would do you good to see the joy this will bring.
Consider it, da'len, for you will not get another chance.
I...
I could build a <emp>house</emp>.
On land that is my own, forever.
Is that not the strangest thought?
But I should not take up so much of your time.
Go, da'len.
Celebrate your victory and be merry!
The gods smile on you, truly.
I know that you have duties here.
I hope you will consider returning to your people, at least for a time.
Your clan misses you dearly.
I know the Grey Wardens need you yet.
I hope you will consider returning to your people, at least for a time.
Your clan misses you dearly.
I hope your travels will bring you back to us soon.
Your clan misses you dearly.
We would love to see you again.
Ashalle!
You made it!
Did the rest of the clan come with you?
No thanks to the clan.
They kicked me out.
I can't.
I have duties here.
I can't.
The Grey Wardens need me.
Gladly, though I must return.
There's nothing keeping me here.
We'll see.
If I can, I will.
Surely that's not a serious question.
This wasn't exactly my first choice when we got to Denerim, but...
I know what we're up against.
I know what's at stake.
I have been the ruler of this nation in all but name for the last five years.
I can lead Ferelden.
Alistair can't.
She's already betrayed us once.
Who knows if she'd even truly help us now?
She could have us banished as soon as you hand her the crown.
She only cares about having power.
Harrowmont's Study
No need to hover, Warden.
Enjoy your celebration.
We can speak later.
Allow me to offer you my personal congratulations, Warden.
I must admit that while I did not share my father's pessimism regarding the Grey Wardens, I had my doubts that such a small number of you could be victorious.
Yet here you are.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Normally I would call that bravado, but it seems your confidence is deserved.
Yet he was there in the end, was he not?
I know it was his hand that killed the archdemon... but is that the whole picture?
Can you tell me more, Warden?
And now he is a Grey Warden himself.
The Maker, it appears, is nothing if not fond of irony.
Very true.
And now he is dead.
The Maker smiles upon you, or so they are saying.
Luck and destiny are two branches off the same tree.
May I ask you a personal question?
I...
I would like to know how my father died.
I know that he killed the archdemon, but that is not the whole picture, is it?
Can you... tell me anything else?
I see.
I had hoped... no, it's fine.
Never mind.
Thank you.
I am glad to know that he... ended his life as the man I remembered.
Tell me something.
Is Alistair always... like that?
Ah.
Joy.
And he may yet be a good king.
To be honest, he has surprised me with his eagerness.
Still, his jokes... if one can call them that... are already giving me headaches.
But will he be a good king?
I fear my initial suspicions are proving correct.
He already avoids anything resembling a decision.
Well... he answers every serious question with a jest.
Is that normal?
Thankfully, he has surprised me with his eagerness to learn the business of ruling.
Despite his questionable humor... he may yet be a good king.
I have yet to hear him speak on any matter more serious that what the cooks are making for dinner.
I fear my initial suspicions will prove correct.
Ah, well.
His heart is in the right place.
In that he reminds me of Cailan, which is no failing.
At any rate, I understand the preparations are underway for our wedding.
It will only be a matter of weeks.
Are you nervous?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I suppose compared to killing monsters the acquiring of a wife is a mundane matter.
Prince-consort, actually, though the title is perhaps a technicality.
Good.
I feel the same, I must confess... you are rather intimidating, after all.
We will need to speak more on it, especially considering the fact that you do not intend to stay in Denerim.
But that can wait.
We will need to speak more on it, especially considering that you intend to remain with the Grey Wardens.
But that can wait.
We will need to speak more of the role you wish to play.
As the hero of Ferelden, there are many opportunities.
But that can wait.
For now, enjoy the celebration.
We can speak further when the day is done.
Now I see Arl Eamon gesturing to me.
There is more work to be done.
I must take my leave of you, I fear.
Enjoy the rest of the celebration, Warden.
I shall speak to you again before the day is done.
Damn right.
Loghain was wrong.
We were lucky.
There's nothing else to tell.
He went willingly.
I respect that.
Better him than me, that's what.
He redeemed himself.
It was a noble end.
Oh, yes.
Yes, indeed.
He's a good man.
Nervous?
Of what?
I look forward to being king.
Perhaps a little.
Thank you again, Warden.
You are truly a hero.
It is over.
I can barely believe it.
You stopped the civil war and then defeated the Blight.
On behalf of Ferelden, allow me to say thank you.
It truly cannot be said enough.
But of course you did.
We all have a choice, ultimately.
It's what we do anyhow that counts.
<desc>Laughs</desc> So I'm learning.
Well, let's not tell the masses just yet.
As far as they're concerned, you saved the day without breaking a sweat.
Let them have that.
It's good that you're staying here in the capital.
The hero of Ferelden will have influence, and there is much to be done.
It's too bad that you aren't remaining here in the capital.
The hero of Ferelden would have influence.
But I understand.
Myself, I will be returning to Redcliffe.
There is much to rebuild there... and Anora certainly has no need of me.
Myself, I will be returning to Redcliffe.
There is much to rebuild there... and since you are to be chancellor, there is no need for me to remain.
Teagan has told me he will join me there.
It will be... lonely, with my family gone.
Connor seems well enough, but Isolde... she does not wish to go back.
I may yet leave the land to Teagan, in fact.
Myself, I will be remaining here to help Alistair.
Teagan will take over the rule of Redcliffe, at least for the time being.
I'm not certain if I will go back, however.
With my family gone, what awaits me there but sad memories? <desc>Sigh</desc>
Isolde seems determined to have another child.
She quietly announced this just the other night, in fact.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I will be happy to oblige her.
Perhaps we can find happiness yet, after all this.
But here I am rambling on.
I shall let you get back to your celebration, Warden.
Enjoy it while you can.
Connor misses his mother, but he seems well enough.
The young are so resilient.
I will need to send him to the Circle of Magi, however.
There is no way around it.
Perhaps he will become a Grey Warden one day.
Tell me... have you noticed anything... strange about the lad?
He seems... quiet.
Ahhh, you are no doubt correct.
It is my imagination, I am sure.
Hmm.
The way he looks at me at times, it's as if... no, that cannot be.
It is my imagination.
Connor seems well enough, and Isolde refuses to speak of what happened.
She says she never wants to go back.
I... cannot thank you enough for saving them.
They are the joy of my existence.
I didn't have a lot of choice.
I'm a Grey Warden.
That's what we do.
It was a close call.
We were lucky.
Consider what he's been through.
No, I haven't noticed anything.
That's hardly strange.
Make it hurt!
I need some help.
Now!
The Arl will be so pleased to see your corpse.
This... wasn't supposed to be...
Absolutely.
Stop right there.
I tire of this.
Oh, thank you.
Sod it all.
Spare a moment?
That could work.
Don't do anything rash.
We outnumber you.
What's that?
Die, Warden.
Death to them all.
No one escapes alive.
I...
I need help.
Killing you will be a treat.
Don't go no further.
Can we do something now?
Bastard!
We'd have words with you.
We could give it a go.
Nah, that won't work.
You might find that's a very, very <emp>bad</emp> idea.
We fight, you die.
Take death!
Whaaa!
Defend boss!
You no walk out now.
You fight Crimson Oars!
I am...
No!
Don't move!
More wine, more mead!
Rustiel!
We speak, yes?
I think no.
Sounds bad.
You would not stand against my swordbrothers.
And Andraste bade them welcome.
"And these are my children.
Harm unto them is harm unto me."
Your death be slow!
We fight for honor!
Too easy.
Talk big, but fight bad.
Heh.
We take you down.
Crimson Oars, fight!
Men, help me.
Crimson Oars never lose battles.
Never.
Yes, yes.
We fight soon.
Drink, enjoy!
You have thanks!
I'd like word with you.
I think no.
Bad idea.
My sword brothers fight many battles.
You would have no chance.
Boss, I kill one!
You fall to my blade!
Justice shall be swift.
Dodge that.
This is the price of betrayal.
For Ostagar!
Help me.
You will find a foe harder to face when you can't stab them in the back.
One day... vengeance...
I have right on my side.
Stop, immediately.
I do grow so tired of waiting.
Great Dane's bitch.
Can we speak together?
A reasonable idea.
My sword is justice, and my heart is pure.
You will die.
And after work there's the Pearl.
Oh yes.
Fare travels.
Base-born jackal.
A half-wit could do better.
Don't...
Uh, don't make me do something.
A learned child is a blessing upon his parents and onto the Maker.
Charge, men!
Attack!
Attack!
I will make a quick end of it.
Some of the guard know their swordcraft.
And now we dance.
I've taken some injuries.
Help.
Together, we can triumph.
Must... not... fall...
That one's care of the guard, mate.
Good to see you.
I wonder if I could replace my men with Calabrian trained apes.
They seem brighter, on the whole.
Maker go with you.
I'm grateful.
Blasted idiots.
Yes!
That's one for the guard.
I need to talk to you.
That's a sound plan.
Perhaps another course of action?
You need all the friends you can get.
Don't cross me.
We stand together, and we will win.
The falcon's claws are sharp!
You will pay for my men.
Soon, I'll make you bleed.
The White Falcons never lose.
You can't run any more, fool.
One more down.
You thought you could stand against me?
Listen, I don't have all day.
No one tangles with falcons and lives.
A word with you.
Now.
The fury is hot in my belly, and you're what I've been looking for.
Kill them all!
Avenge your brothers' honor!
Let's get 'em, falcons.
You got a moment?
Sounds good.
Don't even think of provoking us.
Attack them.
Attack.
Only fools betray the Crows.
Dead fools.
You'll find no easy meat here, Warden.
Poor little Warden's got himself a challenge now.
Death... don't take me yet.
One down.
Hold there for a moment?
I miss the open road.
Luck go with you.
Flea-bitten whelps.
Never underestimate the Crows.
Can we speak, friend?
Perhaps that will work.
Maybe something else instead?
That's a really, really bad idea.
Crows, kill these idiots.
Take them all down.
I miss Calabria.
Luck to you, friend.
Big thanks to you.
Bastard.
Have word, friend?
Yes, this would do.
Maybe other idea might work?
Don't think of it, "friend." I've many close good friends.
Perhaps not, friend.
Stop a moment?
Self-serving noble bastards.
Think they're better than us.
Hmph.
Good luck to you, mate.
Haha.
Thanks.
Two-faced bastards.
Haha!
Well done.
Might I have a word with you?
I'll make it worth your while.
Splendid.
You should do that straight away.
Might want to rethink that bit there.
I'll... uhh... just go about my business.
Ho there, ser.
Oh yes, yes.
Sadly no, ser.
Please hold a moment.
Money.
Money for a war veteran.
Good luck and farewell.
Thank you, ser!
Truly.
Hear, hear for the good ser!
Might I have a word, good ser?
Sounds brilliant to me.
Err... maybe something else instead?
Hello, ser.
I think yes.
I... err... think no.
Hold.
A moment.
Money.
Money for an orphan.
Maker go with you, ser.
You're a giant among us.
Thanks.
Can we talk, ser?
Oh, yes.
I suppose.
Don't ask me.
Oh, uh, no.
I suppose.
Don't ask me.
Oh, greetings.
Can you stop there?
I'm tired.
I'm in your debt.
Can I talk with you?
Landsmeet Story So Far
You have arrived in Denerim, at Arl Eamon's estate.
Arl Eamon has called the Landsmeet, where Ferelden's fate will be decided and her new ruler chosen.
A monumental task lies ahead of you--you must convince the nobles of the Landsmeet that Loghain Mac Tir is no longer a hero and no longer fit to lead Ferelden against the darkspawn.
Erlina, Queen Anora's maidservant, has come to you and Arl Eamon for help.
Her mistress no longer trusts her father and suspects that he had something to do with the death of her husband, the king.
Arl Howe, an ally of Loghain's, has the queen locked up in his estate.
Queen Anora's life might be in danger and she needs your help.
If you can get Anora on your side, her voice could sway many of the nobles of the Landsmeet.
You ran into Ser Cauthrien while attempting to free Queen Anora from Arl Rendon Howe's estate.
Queen Anora escaped, but you were captured and brought to Fort Drakon.
Now it's up to your friends to save you.
You ran into Ser Cauthrien while attempting to free Queen Anora from Arl Rendon Howe's estate.
Queen Anora escaped, but you were captured and brought to Fort Drakon.
You need to find your way out of the fort and back to Arl Eamon's estate.
You ran into Ser Cauthrien while attempting to free Queen Anora from Arl Rendon Howe's estate.
You refused to surrender and battled Ser Cauthrien and her men.
Anora disappeared during the battle.
With any luck, she is already safely back at Arl Eamon's estate.
Queen Anora is safe, thanks to you.
Although she believes her father has gone mad, she does not think the Landsmeet will turn against him.
You need to prove that Loghain no longer acts in Ferelden's best interests if you want the Landsmeet on your side.
The only lead that Anora has given you is that there is unrest in the elven Alienage, and she believes Loghain and Howe have something to do with it.
You have gathered your evidence against Loghain and are ready to present it at the Landsmeet.
All the nobles have arrived in the city and the Landsmeet has been called to convene.
You?
It's you, again.
The Landsmeet is over and a new ruler has been chosen: Alistair.
Loghain was sentenced to take the Joining, which he survived.
He has joined you as a Grey Warden, and perhaps by serving the order, he may find some way to redeem himself for his crimes.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
The Landsmeet is over and a new ruler has been chosen.
Alistair has the throne and Loghain has been executed for his crimes.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
Alistair has chosen to follow you for now, and will be crowned only when the darkspawn are defeated.
The Landsmeet is over and Queen Anora will remain as the sole ruler of Ferelden.
Loghain was sentenced to take the Joining, which he survived.
He has joined you as a Grey Warden, and perhaps by serving the order, he may find some way to redeem himself for his crimes.
Alistair, angered by the sparing of Loghain's life, left the party.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
The Landsmeet is over and Queen Anora will remain as the sole ruler of Ferelden.
Loghain was sentenced to take the Joining, which he survived.
He has joined you as a Grey Warden, and perhaps by serving the order, he may find some way to redeem himself for his crimes.
On Queen Anora's order, Alistair was executed as a threat to Ferelden's stability.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
The Landsmeet is over.
Anora will rule as queen, with you by her side as her prince-consort.
Loghain was sentenced to take the Joining, which he survived.
He has joined you as a Grey Warden, and perhaps by serving the order, he may find some way to redeem himself for his crimes.
Alistair, angered by the sparing of Loghain's life, left the party.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
The Landsmeet is over.
Anora will rule as queen, with you by her side as her prince-consort.
Loghain was sentenced to take the Joining, which he survived.
He has joined you as a Grey Warden, and perhaps by serving the order, he may find some way to redeem himself for his crimes.
On Queen Anora's order, Alistair was executed as a threat to Ferelden's stability.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
The Landsmeet is over.
Alistair and Anora will marry and rule Ferelden jointly.
Loghain was sentenced to take the Joining, which he survived.
He has joined you as a Grey Warden, and perhaps by serving the order, he may find some way to redeem himself for his crimes.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
The Landsmeet is over.
Alistair and Anora will marry, and rule Ferelden jointly.
Loghain has been executed for his crimes.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
During these perilous times, we should hold together.
Not practice petty larceny, knave.
Everyone knows what you did.
If we weren't so busy, we'd run you out of town.
I know not what to make of you.
Thief or hero, I've heard both accounts.
And after what she's already done... do we really trust her to help us?
Anora's got experience handling nobles and foreign dignitaries, but I do know a few things about fighting darkspawn.
And what would you have me do?
She saved my life.
I feel I must mention something.
My knights have informed me there are some dark rumors about your conduct.
Some whisper "cutpurse" or "thief" about you.
I'd appreciate it if these rumors ended.
You understand me?
Now, are you ready to leave for Denerim?
Just pay them back for anything that she's stolen.
If you can, keep the matter quiet.
And what would you have me do?
He saved my life.
Just pay them back for anything that he's stolen.
If you can, keep the matter quiet.
Resorting to petty thievery now?
How sad.
I suggest you watch yourself.
If you give him the crown, then you've only bought us a brief pause in the civil war.
It will resume again at the first opportunity, and it won't end until a new dynasty holds power.
To save my country!
I couldn't stand by and watch Alistair ruin my people with his incompetence.
Why did you turn on me?
Do not think your actions here--both for good and for ill--have gone unnoticed, thief.
Why should I trust you after what you've done?
You don't know that.
He'll have my help, and Eamon's.
Halt, Warden.
You've done many notable things in your journeys, but you've also stolen from the Circle Tower.
Either pay restitution for your crimes, or we must apprehend you.
Justice must be done, and I am relieved no blood need be spilt.
Please conduct yourself with honor from here on.
Too much is riding on you, Warden.
Sadly, we can.
I have three separate accounts from eye-witnesses and would-be victims.
The evidence cannot be ignored or refuted.
If wrath it must be, so be it.
Please, pay the restitution.
Certainly.
Pay us what you owe and we will leave you.
Templars, to me!
Fine, here's 25 silver.
You did your job.
Go.
You can't prove that.
Pay?
Ha.
Leave now or suffer the consequences.
Can't we work something out?
You can't apprehend me if you're dead, can you? <act>Attack</act>
Because I will always do what is necessary for my people.
Doubt anything else about me, Warden, but not that.
And he'll need it.
He can't hold the throne on his own, and every soul here knows it.
Opportunists will forever be watching him, waiting to grab power.
And you're willing to give up your freedom?
Go on.
I'll make sure I see you before I head back to Highever.
When I heard that my little sister was not only a Grey Warden but also leading Ferelden into battle?
I was surprised, to put it mildly.
When I heard that my little brother was not only a Grey Warden but also leading Ferelden into battle?
I was surprised, to put it mildly.
Father... he would have been so proud of you.
I know I am.
You've done good.
I never made it to the battle at Ostagar.
We were still scouting in the Wilds when we were attacked by a party of darkspawn.
Most of my men were killed.
I woke up two weeks later in a Chasind hut, wounded and feverish.
By the time I was able to sneak out of the Wilds, you were already marching to Denerim.
I tried to get word to Highever.
You can imagine what happened, I suppose.
Mother and Father went down fighting.
And it wasn't in vain... you got away and saved the entire kingdom.
I'm not sure you wouldn't have just been wasting your time, to be honest.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Yes, I'm... trying not to think too much about them.
Howe has lost everything.
That bastard.
Vengeance is bitter, but I think about Oren... it barely seems like it's enough.
Howe was a greedy, traitorous bastard.
I just wish I'd been there to help you kill him.
At least Amaranthine now belongs to the Grey Wardens.
There's some justice in that, I think.
I need to go back to Highever.
See if I can clean up the mess Howe made of it.
I will see you soon, I hope?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> My little sister... marrying the king.
All I can think is what Mother would have said about that.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> My little brother... marrying the queen.
All I can think is what Mother would have said about that.
Good.
Highever won't be the same without... everyone around.
Try not to be gone for too long.
At this rate, the next time I see you you'll have conquered half of Thedas and be twelve feet tall.
Take care of yourself, you hear?
Or I'll find you and nag you like Mother did until you're ready to tear out your hair.
What happened to you, Fergus?
I can do more than imagine.
I knew I should have looked harder for you.
I'm so sorry about Oren and Oriana.
Howe paid for what he did.
I killed him myself.
There's a lot of bad memories there.
At the wedding, for certain.
If I can get away.
We'll see.
I'll be traveling
Of course you will.
If that's the price of ending the Blight... it's my duty as a Grey Warden.
Never mind me.
There is much for you to do yet today.
My, my.
I almost don't recognize my own daughter.
My, my.
I almost don't recognize my own son.
First a Grey Warden and a great hero, and now even nobility?
The voice of our people?
First a Grey Warden and now a great hero?
And you've even made Soris a nobleman, the voice of our people?
First a Grey Warden and now a great hero?
And you've even made Shianni a noblewoman, the voice of our people?
First a Grey Warden and now a great hero?
And you've even given our people their own voice.
I barely know what to think.
I am awed, and so proud... if only your mother had lived to see this day.
I am better now that I have seen you again.
And this is your fault?
If anything, for Ferelden to have an elven hero will only do us good.
Perhaps in time, with a new human on the throne, things will change for us.
I can only hope it will be so.
It's good to be seen.
For a time there I thought... well, never mind that.
Seeing you again has brought me great joy.
But never mind your old man.
There is much for the hero of Ferelden to do today, yes?
Go...
I shall speak to you soon.
Of course, of course.
I hope to see you again soon.
First a Grey Warden and now a great hero as well?
I am so proud...
If only your mother had lived to see this day.
Are you all right?
I haven't seen you.
I don't know if having a bann will change anything.
Nothing will change for our people, sadly.
You know, I never could get used to that big hole in the sky.
I'll be glad to get back underground.
Ha!
Glorious!
You've really showed these humans something.
Took down the Blight practically single-handed!
I'm not just here to witness the whole human spectacle, however.
The Assembly contacted me with a message for you.
I guess they figured once a manservant, always a manservant.
Ahhh, I don't mind.
Thing is, we've both been given leave to return to Orzammar.
Apparently.
I went down with you, seems I rise back up with you too.
Seems your brother is mighty grateful for what you did.
We've been restored to House Aeducan, full rights and everything.
Seems Harrowmont is mighty grateful.
He's declared you the heir to House Aeducan, full rights restored for us both.
And the Assembly is considering naming you a Paragon.
Getting the humans to help Orzammar like you did... that should make it a lock.
As am I.
And if you become a Paragon, that will make you the only one alive, by my count.
Not a bad change from an exiled "murderer", no?
Congratulations, my friend.
I thought you might feel that way.
Still, our people normally move slower than sand.
You have to admit this is quick for them.
Think you might head back home?
To tell them of the humans coming, at the very least!
Good.
And I would be proud to take up my old position, if you'll have me.
Ahhh, that's too bad.
I'll go back to put the house in order, at least, should you ever change your mind.
Well, I hope you manage it.
I'll be happy to take up my old position, if you'll have me.
At any rate, I'll let the humans get back to their dwarf worship. <desc>Chuckles</desc> Still makes me smile to hear them talk.
Think you might head back home?
To put House Aeducan in order, if nothing else.
I heard you weren't planning on staying... think you might head back home?
Lots of opportunities for you now.
Not only that, but the Assembly is considering naming you a Paragon.
A Paragon!
In our time!
No?
It's pretty spectacular news, if you ask me.
Bah!
Accept the glory while you can, that's what I say... it passes quickly enough, right?
<desc>Laughs</desc> Exactly!
Give these tall folk something to chew on the next time they badmouth a dwarf, that's what.
It's good of you to come, Gorim.
Both of us?
So I'm an Aeducan again.
A Paragon?
That's exciting news!
After kicking me out?
Forget it.
My home is here now, Gorim.
We'll see.
I have things to do, first.
No.
I don't want to go back.
As soon as I can get away.
You do it, Gorim.
I'm not going back.
Orzammar's not my home anymore.
I don't care about that.
I was lucky, no more than that.
All in a day's work.
We've been waiting for you, Warden.
Why don't you join the rest of the thieving scum in the Alienage and leave these good people alone?
You, uhh, what was that?
Don't let me catch you doing that again.
Lookie here, men.
When I heard that one of the famous Grey Wardens was pilfering folk, I thought, "Can't be."
But here she is.
Looks like the Wardens have fallen hard.
Ha.
Men, kill her.
But here he is.
Looks like the Wardens have fallen hard.
Ha.
Soldiers, kill him.
There's the Warden!
The thief!
Be careful, one patrol's been wiped out already.
Don't forget that all this adulation could change very quickly.
It is something we all live with.
It is very strange to hear so many speak of a mage in such glowing terms.
Deserved, of course, but still not what I am accustomed to.
I must thank you, however, for freeing the Circle from our shackles.
That was most unexpected, indeed!
You could have asked for anything!
Most would have asked for wealth, or power.
Thank you.
This is a gift we will not abuse.
And you want a Circle that will be safer for you... for us all.
Thank you for this gift.
This is a gift beyond measure.
Whatever you need in return, whenever you need it, it is yours for the asking.
Well put.
We must treat this gift seriously, for we will be scrutinized to see where it leads.
Still, thank you.
Allow me to offer you my congratulations... and my thanks.
The tower is now nearly restored to order.
It could have been so much worse.
Indeed.
Let us hope the people never realize how close we came to disaster.
It pleases me to see such a young pupil achieve prominence.
I look forward to watching what you accomplish next.
Now, I should leave you to your celebration.
Uldred's revolt has left me... very quick to tire these days.
Retirement will come soon, I think.
And you got it, as well as our gratitude.
I did what I thought was right.
I want to return to the Circle some day.
I expect the Circle to be grateful.
I hope this works out, for all our sakes.
It almost was.
You're welcome, First Enchanter.
I needed your help.
I've... uhh... heard you're a troublemaker.
Please stay away, stranger.
Did you just...?
The people here have precious little.
That so many resort to thievery makes matters all the worse.
So stop it, right now.
We are watching you carefully, stranger.
Very carefully.
Don't need more trouble here.
So do what you must and leave, stranger.
If they make you a Paragon, that makes me a Paragon's sister!
What next?
Mother on the Assembly?
A Grey Warden.
And now a hero, too?
A bit different from the slums, hmm?
Ha!
I'm his concubine, but it's a comfortable position anyhow, I'll give you that.
Bah, it worked out just fine.
My son will be the Aeducan heir, and I don't have a husband to boss me around.
I should thank you.
Mother swore off drinking when she heard about what you did.
She's been sober ever since.
And as ill as a fellcat in water. <desc>Laughs</desc>
I should tell you, the Assembly actually sent me here.
Officially, I'm an ambassador... can you imagine?
Me!
Apparently, miracles abound these days.
They want me to tell you that you're free to return to Orzammar.
They've made you a full citizen.
Technically, you're warrior caste.
I don't know, but they did.
I figured you'd say as much.
Up to you, of course.
I'm just the message bearer.
Of course, that means Mother is risen up, too.
She's been lording it over all her friends, calling them "lowly peasants."
I hear they're considering making you a Paragon.
Since you got the humans to fight for Orzammar, I bet it's for certain.
Not bad at all.
I hear they're considering making you a Paragon.
Statue and everything.
Not bad, sister.
Not bad at all.
I hear they're considering making you a Paragon.
Statue and everything.
Not bad, brother.
Not bad at all.
Anyhow, I intend to get back to sampling this human wine.
I'd like to forget that there's a giant sky up there.
How they live up here, I'll never know.
Good to see you too, Rica.
Aren't you married to a king?
Sorry I got your husband killed.
Well, there's less dwarves around.
Oh, definitely.
Can they do that?
Return?
I've no interest in going back.
That's incredible news!
I hope Melora's patrol returns soon.
She's been gone a long time.
You have traveled to the Brecilian forest to track down the elusive Dalish elf clans, in the hopes that they will join in your battle against the Blight.
You came across one of the clans, and its keeper, Zathrian, has asked you to kill an enemy of the elves, the great beast Witherfang, in return for their aid.
Nature of the Beast Story So Far
You found one of the elusive Dalish elf clans, and its keeper, Zathrian, has asked you to kill an enemy of the elves, Witherfang, in return for their aid against the Blight.
You have ventured deep into the Brecilian Forest in search of Witherfang.
You found one of the elusive Dalish elf clans, and its keeper, Zathrian, has asked you to kill an enemy of the elves, Witherfang, in return for their aid against the Blight.
You ventured deep into the Brecilian Forest and have come across a ruin where the beast might be hiding.
You ventured deep into the Brecilian forest to hunt the great wolf, Witherfang, for the Dalish elves.
Instead, you encountered a spirit known as the Lady of the Forest.
When you confronted her, she transformed into Witherfang and you killed her.
You ventured deep into the Brecilian forest to hunt and kill the great wolf, Witherfang, for the Dalish elves.
Instead, you came across a spirit called the Lady of the Forest.
The Lady told you that Zathrian is the source of the werewolf curse, and she has begged you to bring Zathrian to her, so she may convince him to end the spell.
So here we are.
The conquering heroine has won the day, and now she takes her bow and exits the stage.
A fine ending.
Aren't you getting married soon, to a king?
There's a rumor.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Yes.
Yes, she most certainly does.
I don't know.
I haven't read that part yet, have I?
You'll have to tell me.
Oh, is that how it is? <desc>Laughs</desc>
Yes.
Maybe so.
So here we are.
The conquering hero has won the day, and now he takes his bow and exits the stage.
A fine ending.
Isn't it?
We had danger, we had victory, and many characters... truly I could not have borne witness to a better play had it been on a stage.
Aren't you getting married soon, to a queen?
There's a rumor.
I suppose not.
Once, I might have felt differently... but life is too short.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Yes, I'm afraid it does.
I'm sorry.
We can see what happens, but I expect it will become... complicated.
It's all right.
It was nice, while it lasted.
Is that so?
Well all right then. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
I'm sorry.
I just can't do that.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Yes.
Yes, he most certainly does.
Doesn't it?
It certainly <emp>feels</emp> like everyone is heading off on their own paths.
Good.
I'm glad to hear that.
But I may be, I'm afraid.
Oh, my part was small.
I'm happy to watch you receive the accolades.
It's quite fun.
You know, I can't help now but think of my vision.
Whether it was the Maker sending me to you, or whatever... it was a good thing.
I thought I was supposed to save you, to show you the way... but it seems it was meant to be the other way around.
Odd how that works, no?
You know, I can't help now but think of my vision.
The Maker sent me to help you, and look what you did.
It's a miracle; it truly is.
But does the heroine get her girl?
The hero <emp>always</emp> gets the girl.
I kill the dragon; I reap the rewards.
If she's smart, she'll stick around.
Maybe this is an ending after all, then.
But this isn't a play.
But does the hero get his girl?
Does that have to change anything?
Yes, I suppose that's true.
That's just business.
It doesn't have to be an ending.
But I'm not going anywhere.
You should be taking a bow with me.
You went into the Brecilian forest to kill the great wolf, Witherfang, for the Dalish elves in return for their aid in your battle against the Blight.
Instead, you encountered a spirit known as the Lady of the Forest.
When you confronted her, she transformed into Witherfang and you killed her.
Zathrian used her heart to cure the clan's sickness.
You went into the Brecilian forest to kill the great wolf, Witherfang, for the Dalish elves.
Instead, you encountered a spirit called the Lady of the Forest.
You brought Zathrian to the Lady so she could convince him to end the werewolf curse.
Instead of ending the curse, however, Zathrian joined with you to kill the wolves.
He then used Witherfang's heart to cure his people.
You went into the Brecilian forest to kill the great wolf, Witherfang, for the Dalish elves.
Instead, you encountered a spirit called the Lady of the Forest, who told you that Zathrian is the source of the werewolf curse, and that she wants to convince him to break the spell.
However, you volunteered to lead the werewolves to the elves so they could exact their revenge.
You went into the Brecilian forest to kill the great wolf, Witherfang, for the Dalish elves.
Instead, you encountered a spirit called the Lady of the Forest.
You brought Zathrian to the Lady so she could convince him to end the werewolf curse.
Instead of ending the curse, however, Zathrian joined with you to kill the wolves.
Then, you turned on Zathrian and killed him too.
You went into the Brecilian forest to kill the great wolf, Witherfang, for the Dalish elves.
Instead, you encountered a spirit called the Lady of the Forest, who told you that Zathrian was the source of the werewolf curse.
You brought Zathrian to the Lady and she helped Zathrian see that his hatred was poisoning everything around him.
Zathrian sacrificed himself to end the curse.
Zathrian sacrificed himself to end the curse he inflicted on the humans so long ago.
With the curse ended, Swiftrunner and the other werewolves became human once again.
But before they could fully enjoy their freedom from their bestial natures, you murdered them all.
Still, the elves, out of gratitude, have agreed to help you in your battle against the Blight.
But everyone is here to see the hero of Ferelden... and that's you, of course.
I think my part in your tale is over.
Fare you well, Warden.
I'm sure your path will be filled with many adventures yet.
I know.
It's just very dramatic.
I'll have to remember to write it down.
Flatterer.
You're kind to say so, but I think we know who was in charge.
So... if I heard right, you'll be staying here in Denerim.
As it so happens, my plan is to do exactly the same thing.
I'm pretty sure that whatever you get up to, it will involve plenty of excitement by anyone's standards.
At any rate, I should let you get back to your celebration before someone drags you away.
I look forward to seeing you again afterwards.
I'm thinking that spending some time in one place might be a nice change of pace.
Perhaps not, but there's nowhere I'd rather be than with you.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Glad we worked that out, then.
So, if I heard right, you'll be leaving soon.
Any room for an extra body on your travels?
Good.
I imagine that whatever you get up to, it'll be anything but boring.
Good.
Because there's nowhere I'd rather be than at your side.
Ah.
Well, if that's how it has to be, then so be it.
I will head back to Orlais for a time, then.
There is some old business to be taken care of.
Perhaps I will see you one day when I get back, if I do.
Until then... be safe.
Perhaps I will see you one day on your travels.
Until then, go with my blessing, and be safe.
You should know...
I'm thinking of going back to Orlais for a while.
To find Marjolaine.
I don't know how long I'll be gone.
No.
This is something I need to do on my own.
I'll try.
This is something I have to do, however.
On my own.
I hope to see you when I return.
The thought of being apart... it's not easy.
Perhaps we will see each other when I return.
I look forward to it.
Until then, take care of yourself.
Until then, be well.
May the Maker watch over you.
I've been offered a position... to head up an investigation into the darkspawn.
It's quite exciting, really.
Well, we really don't know much about them, do we?
Anora says that we need to find out more, see how far they go in the Deep Roads and where those broodmothers can be found.
I agree.
Alistair says that we need to find out more, see how far they go in the Deep Roads and where those broodmothers can be found.
I agree.
If you'd like to come, I'd be glad for the company.
Especially yours.
The expedition leaves in a month.
We can talk again once the celebrations are done and make preparations.
I look forward to it.
Oh no, you have your own things to keep you busy, I'm sure.
I'm organizing a royal expedition into one of the Deep Roads, and leave a month from now.
It will be a grand adventure!
I hope I will see you before I leave... to say good-bye.
It will be a grand adventure of my very own!
I'm looking forward to it.
At any rate... you should get back to the celebration.
We can speak another time.
I've been asked by the Chantry to return to the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
I need to make sure it's protected.
Maybe pilgrims can even begin going there again.
I don't think it was the Maker, to be honest.
Yes, I suppose it is.
I think you did plenty.
What a coincidence.
You wouldn't find that boring?
It's really not necessary.
Damn right it is.
That was the plan.
Only if it's you.
I'd like to travel on my own for a while.
I'll go with you.
Orlais sounds like fun.
Are you coming back?
An investigation?
Do you need help?
Congratulations.
Sounds like fun.
I will be relieved when all this pomp and ceremony is done.
Such events are perfect opportunities for assassins, after all.
I can't help but expect the Crows to appear at any moment.
Which would be a welcome break, mind you.
You don't have to stay, you know.
A bloodbath sounds like a fun idea.
You think the Crows will still come after you?
Where's Melora?
She's well past gone.
Keep your hands where I can see them, outsider.
We are well told to be cautious of outsiders.
Thieves and murderers, the lot of you.
Goobdye.
Andraste's lily-white ass!
Ha!
That's a joke, right?
I'll have you keel-hauled!
Watch your hands, mate, you're liable to lose them.
Melora's patrol went missing right after you left.
Coincidence?
We do not tolerate thievery here, outsider.
If you weren't the Keeper's guest...
I do hope Melora's party returns.
She can be so rash and heedless of danger.
I will not stand idly by while outsiders steal from the Dalish.
I care not about the keeper's orders.
You will pay for your transgressions!
Attack!
From bitter experience the Dalish have come to mistrust outsiders.
You are not helping in this.
Don't interrupt.
Blessed Lady, grant me patience.
Maker look upon you.
Fire and death!
I've a thing or two to say to you.
I suppose that will do.
That is the worst idea I've ever heard.
I can have you standing in the square reciting Benedictions, if you like.
And leave you to face the unwashed masses alone?
Perish the thought.
You see?
This is why I like you.
Always game for a little fun.
Eventually.
With Taliesen dead, it may take them time to figure out what has happened... but they are like the tides.
Predictable.
You know, it does occur to me that staying in one place is only going to invite the Crows to find me that much quicker.
While fun, that might eventually get... complicated.
You said earlier that you were planning on remaining here.
Is that true?
Naturally.
You caught me and now you're stuck with me, I'm afraid.
Sad, I know, but we'll manage somehow.
Well, now, I don't know.
There are interesting things to see and do... and then there's you.
I'm torn.
Then let the Crows bring it on.
I can mock them while you crush their skulls.
And besides, I happen to like you. <emp>Crazy</emp>, isn't it?
Well, then.
Since I am sticking around, I suppose we'll have plenty of time to speak later, yes?
So go on and get paraded about.
It is fun to watch.
It's the sort of thing that made us friends, after all.
Brings a tear to the eye, really.
Now that's a request that I would be hard-pressed to refuse.
So I won't.
So let the Crows come.
It will make for fun times and interesting party talk, yes?
Now there's a thought... adventure about the countryside and return to your arms when the mood strikes me?
Best of both worlds.
This is true.
If I happen to return on occasion with a string of Crows behind me, be a good friend and kill them for me, yes?
This is true.
Adventure, mayhem and an occasional return to good friends and fine wine.
Yes, I think that will work, sad as I am to part company.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Yes, I imagine that is true, as loathe as I am to part company from one I am so fond of.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Yes, I suppose that is true, sad as it is.
That was the idea.
See the world, meet some people, rob a few of them blind... do you have something different in mind?
And would you be in favor of my remaining with you?
I've grown fond of you, you see.
Sad, but true.
Hmm.
And if I said I was thinking of moving on?
Seeing the sights?
Meeting new people and killing a few?
You said earlier that you were planning on leaving soon.
Is that true?
It occurs to me that I live better when I'm near you.
And that's aside from any other... ancillary... benefits.
And I promise not to get you into too much trouble.
Well... no more than you get me into, anyhow.
Then let us not spend any time apart.
It shall be an adventure to remember!
Well... another one.
Fate does have an odd way of meddling in our affairs.
Sad as I am to part company from you, I have a feeling it won't be for good.
Well, then.
I suppose I shall be leaving soon?
Hmm.
Perhaps Par Vollen?
The qunari are pleasant folk, I hear.
I hope fate decrees we meet again.
Bonne niviati, as we say back home... drink well, and be merry.
Life is good.
You tend to get up to interesting things.
You meet interesting people and then you kill them.
I'm game to tag along, if you are.
And would you consider some company?
You said earlier that you were planning on returning to the Grey Warden fold soon.
Is that true?
A Grey Warden?
Me?
Oh no, no, there are some bodily fluids even <emp>I</emp> won't touch.
The Grey Wardens seem to be a fun bunch to hang around, however.
Maybe they won't mind a resident assassin?
I'm an excellent mascot.
So true, though I won't be offering <emp>those</emp> skills up to the other Grey Wardens.
Not unless they ask very nicely, anyhow.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Well, then.
Since we are going to be leaving together, we can speak after you have been sufficiently paraded in front of the populace.
Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you and make sure no one gets a clear shot.
Not without paying me a great <emp>deal</emp> of coin, anyhow.
Only if you're staying with me.
You aren't thinking of leaving, are you?
You're welcome to stay.
I'd like you to stay.
With me.
You can go, if you come back.
It might be safer if you go.
Only if you're leaving with me.
Why?
You want to come along?
I'd be happy for the company.
I do like those benefits.
It's not like we won't meet again.
It might be better if you were on your own.
That is indeed what I said.
Only if you're going with me.
Why?
You thinking of joining?
You're good at a few other things, too...
Anything could happen, I suppose.
Does the Ferelden monarchy make much use of assassins?
Hmm.
I wonder if this is a good time to ask...
<emp>Find Goldanna</emp>
Alistair told you about his half-sister, Goldanna, with whom he shares a mother.
He's always wanted to find her to talk to her, but he's never done it.
Now Alistair wishes to warn her about the Blight, while he still has the chance.
Goldanna lives in Denerim, near the Alienage.
<emp>Find Flemeth's grimoire in the Circle Tower</emp>
Morrigan has told you about an old tome that was taken from Flemeth a long time ago by a templar.
Morrigan believes it may still be in the Circle of Magi's tower, and wants to look for it.
She says it is bound in leather, and decorated with a symbol of a leafless tree.
Sten has his sword back, and seems at peace again.
You led the wolves to the Dalish camp, where you helped them exact bloody revenge on the elves.
With their thirst for vengeance appeased, the werewolves--led by Swiftrunner--have sworn themselves to your cause.
They will join your army and help you battle the Blight.
You traveled to the Brecilian forest to track down the elusive Dalish elf clans.
You helped cure the elves of a werewolf curse, and they have pledged themselves to your cause, and will join you in your battle against the Blight.
With Jarvia gone, we've orders to be tougher on crime in Dust Town.
Even topsiders who've helped us.
The topsider is making a bit of trouble, are you?
Well, we'll see how that turns out.
I know this is Dust Town, but we've got rules here, too.
No shenanigans, topsider.
Orzammar doesn't stand for thievery.
Even from distinguished visitors.
Like, let's say, Wardens.
Aye, I know your game.
Don't think you'll get away with it.
Outsiders like you are always causing trouble.
We're on to you.
Halt there, surfacer.
The guard have had many complaints against you.
They say you're no more than a sodding thief.
Our... orders are to make an example of you.
We're not taking you in; you die here.
I...
I believe you.
The captain just has it in for you.
Men, I'll not have innocent blood be spilt here today.
Let's leave.
I almost believe you.
The captain has a powerful hate for you.
But I heard your victims' testimonies myself.
Hmmm...
I was just following orders, and daft ones at that.
Men, we never caught up with the Warden.
We clear on that?
It'll be our arses being handed to the king, not that of our self-righteous captain.
Fair travels.
Aye...
I suppose we could.
Maybe we could be "convinced" of your innocence.
In truth, we've little love for the captain.
Aye, I can see that quite clearly.
Men, our work here is done.
Men, cut them down.
Whoever is left, we'll send to "justice." The captain will be so pleased.
Our sodding captain was <emp>very</emp> clear about our orders.
The captain's cousin was a Harrowmont.
He bears you little love.
The captain's cousin was an Aeducan.
He bears you little love.
You've made some enemies in the city.
That's all I can say.
I am no assassin, you thieving nug-sucker.
Our laws aren't as soft as you topsiders.
For what you've done, the shapers may very well take your life instead of a hand.
Whether justice is done here or with the headsman in the commons, it matters little.
Sodding bastard!
<act>Lie</act> I haven't done anything.
You'd do this after all I've done for Orzammar?
Must we fight?
Maybe we can come to some other arrangement?
<act>Pay 10 sovereign.</act> I am innocent, as you can see.
I wouldn't try that if I were you.
What if I surrendered peacefully?
So you're an assassin, then?
Looks like another patrol will go "missing." <act>Attack</act> 
People forget that Wardens recruit from every walk of life.
Even thieves.
I haven't forgotten.
Don't come near me.
What little I have, I want to keep.
I'm certain there is another explanation.
No, there's not.
My man caught her with her hand in his pocket.
Careful.
We are talking about a Grey Warden--I would trust her word over your man.
No, there's not.
My man caught him with his hand in his pocket.
Careful.
You are talking about a Grey Warden--I would trust his word over your man.
In any event, I vouch for the good conduct of all the Wardens here.
Are we clear?
Yes, Warden.
I need to say something to you.
You are a worthy and skilled recruit, and I know of your talent with sleight of hand.
That is a good thing.
Grey Wardens use a diverse range of skills and tools to accomplish their missions.
But the law is very hard on thieves.
Ferelden still bears mistrust towards our order, so practice these skills with caution.
Your standing as a Warden will not always help you.
Certainly.
Just don't get caught.
Let's change the subject, shall we.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Yes, we are done.
But I need to practice to get better.
Are we done here?
Have you had any success in the Wilds?
Bhelen's Room
Father's Room
Throne Room
Kitchen
Enjoy your celebrations, Warden.
Remember that the people expect much from their heroes.
So it appears that Riordan was wrong.
I find it difficult to believe that he deliberately misled us.
Have you another explanation for what happened?
True.
So many things were different this time, I understand... perhaps this was different as well?
I should have known.
The witch disappeared not long after the battle, and has not been seen since.
I assume this was... expected?
Surely mere survival is not the only thing that is important.
Still...
I suppose Ferelden has been saved either way.
I should be content, yes?
I see.
Perhaps we shall just consider it a miracle, then?
The favor of the Maker?
Still, the Orlesian Grey Wardens have been persistent in their questions.
I intend to keep any thoughts on the matter to myself.
I assume that Morrigan's... ritual... is behind our miraculous survival.
So it appears that Morrigan's ritual did as advertised.
I cannot help but wonder if the price was worth it.
I shudder to think what the witch will do with any child she conceives.
You may, in time.
If I have learned anything, it is that your decisions will always come back to haunt you.
Oh?
I understand that she disappeared right after the battle.
No doubt she does not wish to be found.
If you intend to chase after her, I doubt it will be a simple task.
If only things worked out to our benefit more often, I might have more hope.
I cannot help but wonder if the price that we eventually pay will be worth it.
There are things worse than death, after all.
I think you know the answer to that.
I was fully prepared to pay the final price.
But what's done is done.
I simply hope you know what you were doing.
I understand you will be remaining here.
I have been tapped to lead up the Grey Warden recruitment efforts here in Ferelden.
Anora's influence, no doubt.
I suspect you are not prepared for what it means to be married to my daughter.
Indeed not.
You may be right.
And you are my son-in-law.
Yes.
I know.
Anora's influence, no doubt.
I would have preferred she not interfered.
Tell her that.
Allow me to say before I go that you have earned my respect.
Odd that I ended up here, saying that, but there it is.
Return to your celebration.
I shall see you with the Wardens.
Return to your celebration.
Perhaps we shall meet again.
Let us put an end to the chatter here.
I am sure neither of us has the stomach for it.
Go, and return to your celebration.
Regardless of what I might think, you ended the Blight.
You deserve your accolades.
I understand you are returning to the Wardens?
As am I.
I have been tapped to lead up their recruitment efforts here in Ferelden.
I understand you are leaving soon.
I have been tapped to lead the Grey Warden recruitment efforts here in Ferelden.
So I gather.
I would have been happy to take your place and not risk any of this magic, I'll point out.
So do I.
It rarely works out that way, however.
Maybe things have changed.
Morrigan helped with her magic.
Why do you care?
You're alive.
No, I don't.
I don't care what she does.
I intend to go after her.
<emp>If</emp> she conceives one.
We don't know that.
So you'd rather be dead now?
I am not Cailan.
I think she's the one who's not prepared.
Maybe.
It might be interesting.
I suppose you're my father-in-law now?
She's her father's daughter.
She loves you, obviously.
It seems a fitting task.
I'm quite happy to be alive, thank you.
I doubt it's as bad as you think.
"The hero of Ferelden." My, my.
How does it feel?
Dead heroes are all fine and well, I understand, but living heroes give the people something to gawk at.
And by something, I mean you.
But it's not so bad, is it?
A Blight defeated with the other nations barely becoming aware.
Who could ask for better?
Alistair's idea, I understand.
Which should explain much.
Anora's idea, I understand.
The girl does like to get to the point.
Of that I have no doubt.
It's a title you'll be wearing for a long time to come, just as Loghain wore his.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I suppose it is at that.
A Blight defeated with the other nations barely becoming aware.
Who could ask for better?
I'm not the one who killed the archdemon.
They could have thought up a better name.
It's a little strange.
Well-deserved.
I suppose there is that.
Poor boy.
Well, he could hardly have <emp>expected</emp> better.
Especially considering his example.
I don't think many heroes ever do.
Until you do something wrong, and then they will enjoy tearing you down just as rapidly.
I'm glad not to be on the receiving end of all this attention, myself.
I say let the young have their fame.
At any rate, I'm certain you will enjoy yours well enough.
Best get on with it.
Oh, I'm certain you've no interest in an old woman's plans.
No need to be so polite.
Thank you for what you did at the tower.
Now, go.
I'm sure you have plenty of adventures yet to come.
Nothing at all.
You did a fine job, and I'm sure now you'll move on.
Good luck to you, Warden.
Same to you, my dear.
I'm certain your adventures are far from over.
Same to you, young man.
I'm certain your adventures are far from over.
I doubt we'll meet again.
But who knows?
Live well, Warden.
Not that I've gone without notice.
Irving asked me to take over as first enchanter, but I don't wish to go back.
Not after all this.
Instead, I've decided to travel.
Shale has expressed a desire to go to Tevinter to look into a way to regain her mortality, and I will join her.
Besides, with your boon the tower will be free... it hardly needs me.
I might take up traveling.
Perhaps Tevinter?
Instead, I've decided to accept a position here at court.
There has not been a mage advising the throne for a very long time.
Alistair, probably.
Loghain, probably.
I didn't do it on my own.
I wonder how long the love will last.
Absolutely true.
Thank you, and good luck.
Right.
Off I go.
But what about... your problem?
She wants to regain her mortality?
Alistair asked you to stay?
Anora asked you to stay?
I was hoping you might stay with me.
All this talk is tiring.
I think it is time for me to sample some of that lovely cider I smelled earlier... now where did it go?
It's true, I... don't know how much time I have.
Maybe not very long at all.
So I shall see as much of the world as the Maker allows.
Perhaps this is a gift, in the end... a nudge in the right direction?
I doubt we will meet again, my dear.
If not... please accept my best wishes. 
I doubt we will meet again, young man.
If not... please accept my best wishes.
It seems that a creature of flesh impressed her enough that she is willing to discard her notions about them being frail and disgusting.
I wonder who?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> At any rate, I offered to bring her before the Tevinter mages.
Their lore is considerable, and I have always wanted to travel to Minrathous.
Minrathous, greatest city of the empire and home to the largest collection of arcane knowledge in the world.
I've always wanted to go but I never have.
And why not?
With the Maker's luck, these eyes will yet behold the wonders of this world.
It's true, I may not have very much time... but perhaps there is a great deal of good I can do even so.
I will try.
He's a good lad, and his heart is in the right place.
He wants to see the lot of mages improved, and I am willing to help him.
She seems willing to consider the idea of improving the lot of mages in Ferelden, and I am committing to seeing that happen if I can.
It seems you and I will see each other in court, as well.
I look forward to it.
For now, I imagine the "hero of Ferelden" still has much to do.
Good luck!
I understand you will be leaving.
I wish you good fortune on your journeys wherever they may take you.
If we do not see each other again... live well, Warden.
And thank you.
We will see each other a great deal at court, I imagine, unless you are planning on leaving now.
I understand you are remaining in Denerim, so we will likely see each other a great deal.
I look forward to it.
I appreciate the offer... but I cannot.
What time I have remaining, I wish to spend being useful.
What's in Tevinter?
These people seem very excitable.
One would think they'd be quieter and wanting to rest after that whole ordeal.
So it survived after all.
My impression that all creatures made of flesh were hopelessly squishy was... premature.
It has made me revise my opinion of its kind--<emp>my</emp> kind...
I am, or at least was, a dwarf.
A creature of flesh.
I have to keep reminding myself that.
In fact, I think I may even try to become one again.
Wynne has offered to accompany me to Tevinter, to speak with the mages there.
The Circle of Minrathous has the largest collection of arcane knowledge in Thedas.
If it is possible to reverse this... process... then the knowledge to do so will be there.
Or that is my hope.
And if not?
Then I will keep looking.
I have nothing if not time, yes?
Hmm.
I would not object, but surely it has better things to get up to.
I intend to return, eventually... unless I finally decide to destroy all pigeons everywhere.
That may take a while.
But otherwise, I will come back.
If it happens to one day see a tiny little dwarf who appears very nervous of being squished... that will be me.
That is tempting.
Very tempting.
But no... this is something I must do.
I have decided to travel north to Tevinter.
The Circle of Magi in Minrathous has the largest collection of arcane knowledge in Thedas, or so I'm told.
There are... advantages to being flesh.
I think...
I think I would like to try.
No doubt.
It has proven to me, however, that fleshiness does not automatically mean squishiness.
Well, it <emp>is</emp> going to die eventually.
Just not right now.
How incredible that it survived.
It has exceeded my expectations.
It is welcome.
I'll point out that my expectations are difficult to exceed.
I will agree with that.
Grudgingly.
Apparently not.
Thankfully, it appears to be the exception when it comes to its kind, otherwise I might be forced to revise my opinion completely.
But I will go, now.
I am thinking I will return to Orzammar...
Perhaps I will fight the darkspawn in the Deep Roads.
Clear them out for good.
They remind me of pigeons.
Once, I was dedicated enough to stopping the darkspawn that I volunteered to become what I am now.
I may not remember that dwarf, but I will honor her commitment.
I will attempt to aid Orzammar in its fight.
Perhaps I will see it again, one day.
I hope so.
For a flesh creature, it has been excellent company.
The Blight may be over, but the darkspawn will just go underground once again.
Perhaps I can do something to aid the dwarves.
It is a worthy quest.
Something worth... existing for.
Does that make sense?
Perhaps for it, but not for me.
It appears that time is a luxury I possess.
No.
Where I go, it is better if I go alone.
I must do this.
But it is time for me to find my own way.
Its quest is done now, and thus it is less interesting than before.
Perhaps I will meet it once again, in its travels... or perhaps not.
Either way, I wish it well.
Hmm.
Travel.
North, I think.
Or perhaps east, though there is an ocean that way.
I may walk on the bottom, I don't know.
I am <emp>a</emp> golem.
And it is a master without a working control rod, so I will go while I can.
It's nice to be appreciated.
Come again?
I could come with you.
I was hoping you would travel with me.
Then good luck.
Why would you want to?
You're right about <emp>most</emp> people.
You thought I would die, I suppose?
Thank you?
I did better than survive.
I am not as squishy as you think.
You want to help your people?
Why go back to Orzammar?
Yes, it does.
If you say so.
There are other things to exist for.
That might take a while.
Do you need some help?
I was hoping we could stay together.
Well, glad to hear it.
What are you going to do now?
Hey, you're <emp>my</emp> golem!
It is good to see you again, kadan.
These people... they call you "hero." It is a strange word, but I think I understand its meaning.
They call you "hero?" I have not heard it used before, but I think I understand the intent.
The arishok on occasion has declared a qunari to be qunoran vehl, one who serves as an example to others.
Such examples are always made after their death, however.
A death in service to the Qun.
A living qunoran vehl would be too proud.
I would argue, had you not ended a Blight.
For such an accomplishment, there may be allowances.
Of course you would say that.
What the human custom has in common with our own is that the declaration of a qunoran vehl is a cause for much celebration.
Not for the qunoran vehl.
For the qunari people, it is a cause for much celebration.
When a qunoran vehl is declared, certainly.
It is one of few occasions when the qunari are permitted to engage in... revelry.
There is imbibing of spirits, public chanting, meditations abandoned... it is madness.
Nothing wrong with a little pride.
I'm not sure it's the same thing.
Do the qunari celebrate and put on parades?
I caught a glimpse of the new king!
He had guards with him and he was all fancy and proper!
I don't know anything, I swear!
I never seen you!
I'll tell them I never seen you!
Hey there, stranger.
Six bits for a tumble.
Two silvers if you all want to go at once.
Polish your boots?
Clean your sword?
Warm your bed?
I-I weren't talkin' to you.
Hear me?
We weren't talkin'.
It's everywhere... that's the problem.
There's nowhere she can't see you.
You looking for some excitement, honey?
You came to the right place.
If I were tall and beautiful like you, I could make all sorts of money...
You got two silver; I'll do anything you want.
Do you think the new king'll throw us some coins for good luck?
I got nothing to do with the carta!
Don't hurt me!
Jarvia said it's dangerous for anyone who talks to you.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to get in your way!
Stay away from me!
I don't know nothing about it.
No!
Don't make me go back there!
Don't let them get me again!
Whoever you're looking for, it's not me, I swear.
Get out of my way!
I'm no one!
I don't know anything!
I don't know anything!
Leave me alone!
After what you did, we're the ones going to suffer.
Leave me alone.
Shine your shoes?
Spare a coin?
I see the way they all look at me... they think I'm less than dirt.
<desc>Snorts</desc> Yes, were I too weak to protect myself, I suppose I would also be vastly relieved to have a "hero" save the day.
We take great joy in every aspect of our lives.
The qun demands it.
It is... interesting.
It can take days for the Ben-Hassrath to restore order.
There may even be executions.
I <emp>am</emp> smiling.
I suppose I should tell you...
I have decided to return to my people.
Your quest is done, and thus so is my reason for accompanying you.
This isn't madness--everyone is just very relieved.
I didn't think the qunari could enjoy themselves.
That would be quite a sight.
Don't you ever smile?
The darkspawn are still a threat.
And I was just starting to get used to you.
I could go with you, if you like.
It's you!
Don't hurt me!
I didn't do anything!
They say Beraht's ghost rose up to kill Jarvia.
T-they're all gone.
Somebody killed them all.
I'm no one.
No one.
Don't look at me!
A human?
What's a human doing down here?
Stop staring!
Stop staring at my face!
Did you hear something about a new king?
I hear you're the new power in Dust Town.
You looking for back-up?
I knew you'd be back to finish what you did to Beraht.
Jarvia don't like no one asking questions about her.
I didn't do it, ser!
I swear!
No questions!
I don't know anything!
I never seen 'em.
What are you trying to do, kill me?
You don't want to go in there.
No one who isn't Jarvia's ever comes out alive.
I-I don't go near there.
You trespass, you go in the lava, you know?
That kind of question gets a man killed.
Keep asking questions like that, and you'll get dragged in soon enough.
Sorry!
Coin?
You got any coin?
I haven't eaten since yesterday.
An elf!
And I thought they were just made-up stories to frighten children.
I-I'll just get out of your way.
Everyone's afraid of you now.
That Jarvia's a dangerous one...
You'll get us all in trouble you will...
So hungry...
Where is the cake?
I was told there would be cake.
The cake is a lie.
But the Blight is done.
I have an answer for the arishok that no longer requires the question.
You showed great skill in defeating the archdemon.
I am pleased to have played a small role in that victory.
It must be said: You found my sword and gave me a chance to restore my honor.
I owe you a great debt.
It must be said: You gave me the chance to redeem my honor, and now it is done.
I owe you a debt.
It has.
That one of the bas... a foreigner... would become known as kadan to me?
Unthinkable.
Yet here it is.
Should I be in a position to repay, I will.
Whatever is asked.
Some debts cannot be discarded.
There will come a time when I will return, and then it shall be done.
Perhaps I shall see you again one day.
Until then, may you always find the path you seek.
Farewell, kadan.
Perhaps we shall meet again.
Should it be in battle, I will not seek you out.
Panahedan, Warden.
And I to you, strangely enough.
Is that truly what you want?
There is much to hold you here, and it is a long journey.
You would...?
Oh.
You are joking.
That is... funny.
Funny.
Yes.
If you truly wish to come, I have a ship prepared to leave in two days time.
Meet me at the docks after all this celebration is over.
It would be good to continue our travels.
If I do not see you there... panahedan, kadan.
May you always find the path you seek.
Anything is possible.
I will return, if I can.
Perhaps so.
No.
I do not think Par Vollen would welcome you.
Yes.
It will be difficult to travel alone after... so much time spent with companions.
Yes.
I suspect Par Vollen will not look the same as it once did.
My views have... changed, a little.
Yes, but it will be welcome to be amongst familiar things again.
I did not perish in the attempt, but I believe my contribution to the end of the Blight was worthy.
I am satisfied.
You helped me, as well.
It's been good.
And I will collect on that, one day.
Somebody has to make sure you stay on the path.
Somebody has to make sure you don't lose your sword.
I can always come back.
Will I see you again?
That will be a long trip home.
All redeemed then, I take it?
The conversation with Kolgrim.
Perhaps you should stand over there instead.
I'm quite busy.
Please do not disturb me.
I'm sorry, you'll have to bother someone else with your questions.
Shh!
I'm doing very important work!
Mmmm pickle juice...
Humans have a better taste for spirits than I thought.
Heh.
The ale up here is actually <emp>good</emp>.
Orzammar ale tastes like dirt in comparison.
Probably because they put dirt in it.
Go figure.
It's not all I can do! <desc>Belch</desc> See? <desc>Laughs</desc>
So I guess you're staying here in Denerim?
Unless my hearing's bad, which happens.
I'm thinking I'll stick around, myself.
At least for a bit.
So I guess you're heading off soon, huh?
Leaving the city?
After what we went through?
I think I've earned it.
I think <emp>you've</emp> earned it.
Mmph.
I don't know.
Maybe eventually.
Eh.
For now.
They may have already branded me a surfacer back home, anyhow.
Well.
That pot-bellied son of a whore Teagan said I'd pass out before drinking an entire barrel of pickle juice--I aim to prove him wrong.
It's been good traveling with you, Warden.
Don't get lost in the shuffle, now.
Very likely.
Though if I'm passed out drunk, I may not see you. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Maybe.
Swing around in a few months or so, and if I'm sober by then I'll let you know. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Now that's what I told him.
Offended my dainty sensibilities, I said.
Scandalous! <desc>Laughs</desc>
I'm getting used to that big sky up there.
And I'm thinking I might just look up Felsi again... see where that goes?
Maybe for a bit.
Talk to me in a year or so when I'm bored, maybe I'll think differently.
Yes, well, you know me.
I'm all about the cheery, romantic optimism.
Ha!
I'll drink to that!
I'd better.
If she throws me out and shacks up with some poetess, I don't think my ego could take it.
I got offered a spot in the human army.
And not as a mascot, either... these humans aren't bad for all their long legs.
Oh ho, ho, ho.
You are a funny, funny woman.
Oh ho, ho, ho.
You are a funny, funny man.
Some, sure.
I can be sober.
Some. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Makes me wish Branka was still around, so she could see what she's missing. <desc>Sigh</desc> Stupid girl.
Ah, well!
Enough babbling.
That pot-bellied son of a whore Teagan said I'd pass out before drinking an entire barrel of pickle juice--I aim to prove him wrong.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Who, me?
And... since we're more or less done adventuring for now, I wanted to say... you're all right.
For a human.
Heh.
Yes...
I don't come by... by friends very often.
I'm glad to call you one, Warden.
You're staying here, right?
So I guess we'll see more of each other.
You're leaving soon, so I guess it's good-bye for now.
Let's make sure we don't become strangers.
And... since we're more or less done adventuring for now, I wanted to say... you're all right.
For an elf.
And... since we're more or less done adventuring for now, I wanted to say... you're all right.
Only a dwarf could have done all that, after all.
Is that all you can do?
Drink?
That's the plan.
I don't know.
We'll see.
Why?
What are you doing?
Enjoying yourself already, I see.
Think you might go back to Orzammar?
Does that mean you're staying here?
That's nice.
I will see you around, then.
Are you still interested in adventuring?
That's a little... gross.
You're done adventuring?
That's uncharacteristically optimistic of you.
I'm glad.
I hope you two are happy.
Just treat her well, Oghren.
They need some cannon fodder, I take it?
You'll need to straighten up, some.
General Oghren?
Not bad.
Take care of yourself, Oghren.
Don't ever change.
I'll let you do that, then.
And you're all right.
For a dwarf.
And you're a drunken, sorry slob.
It was good traveling with you.
This isn't good-bye, is it?
You're not so bad, yourself.
A dwarf who isn't a drunken slob, maybe.
Are you with that warrior girl who's always here?
Excuse me.
I can't chat.
Are you looking for records of the Grey Wardens?
We have many.
I hope you find what you're looking for.
I said I'm not looking for company.
It is such a pleasure to finally meet you, Warden!
Can you believe that so much work has already been done to rebuild?
It's amazing!
The hero of Ferelden!
What a wonderful title to bestow!
I'm told nobody has ever stopped the Blight so quickly before!
Thank you so much for what you've done.
We're all alive and well because of you!
It is a pleasure to meet you, Warden.
What was the archdemon like up close?
I saw it flying above the city--it was so large and horrible!
<emp>Find the missing elves</emp>
There is a plague spreading about the Alienage.
The Tevinters are here, supposedly to help, but that is apparently just a cover story.
The Tevinters are taking the healthy elves and shipping them off to the Imperium to be sold as slaves.
Are you ready, my lady?
The crowds outside are getting restless.
Right.
I'll take you there now.
Follow me.
Just put in an appearance, so I understand it.
The people just want to see their hero in person.
I'm supposed to take you to your escort... full brigade, their armor all shined up and everything.
They're really honored to be guarding you, let me tell you.
Let me know when you wish to go, then.
I'll wait here.
Are you ready, my lord?
The crowds outside are getting restless.
Yes, I'm ready.
Let's go.
Restless?
What am I supposed to do?
Let's go, then.
I'm not ready yet.
No, not just yet.
And Andraste came unto them saying, "Though the danger great, the mountain high, have faith.
For the Maker listens and smiles upon us."
Let each look after his neighbor, and he will be looked after in return.
For a foundation built of stone, marble, or any precious metal is worthless if faith in the Maker is absent.
Lenka went to the stone without a sound, as befits her vows, but it wasn't hard to see the blood that was spilled.
The affliction is a curse that runs rampant in their blood, bringing great agony and then ultimately either death or a transformation into something monstrous.
The only thing that could help them must come from the source of the curse itself, and that... that would be no trivial task to retrieve.
I would not ask such a thing of anyone.
You asked, did you not?
No.
But it is the one who made these werewolves come to be.
I am good at non-trivial tasks.
But you're going to ask me to get it anyhow, right?
You're talking about a werewolf.
Well it is real, sort of.
Drank, more like.
As in the tainted blood, remember?
It's just that you were shouting in your sleep.
Loud.
And not in a good, this-is-private way, either.
You see, part of being a Grey Warden is being able to hear the darkspawn.
That's what your dream was.
Hearing them.
The archdemon, it... "talks" to the horde, and we feel it just as they do.
That's why we know this is really a Blight.
I don't know if it's really a dragon, but it sure looks like one.
But yes, that's the archdemon.
He did.
He said he felt the archdemon's presence.
Everyone just assumed he was guessing.
It takes a bit, but eventually you can block the dreams out.
Some of the older Grey Wardens say they can understand the archdemon a bit, but I sure can't.
Anyhow, when I heard you thrashing around, I thought I should tell you.
It was scary at first for me, too.
I screamed like a little girl.
Duncan said he thought I had someone in my room.
Not embarrassing at all.
Other than dying young and the whole defeat-the-Blight-alone thing?
No, I'm all tapped out for surprises.
I know.
I've just been so distracted with the, you know, massacre of all my friends and the war and all that... sorry.
That's what I'm here for.
To deliver unpleasant news and witty one-liners.
Anyhow, you're up now, right?
Let's pull up camp and get a move on.
It was like the archdemon saw us!
Saw us!
What does that mean?
I think--wait!
Did you hear that?
Must have been something I ate.
Why are you bothering me?
I'm fine.
The archdemon?
Is that the dragon?
Why didn't Duncan just tell everyone that?
Are these dreams going to happen a lot?
I'm not frightened.
Any other surprises I should know about?
You could have told me earlier.
Thank you, Alistair.
I appreciate it.
You may trade for supplies at the shop if you wish.
Then I suggest you and your companions leave.
Did it just get a lot colder?
Or is it just me?
They are hiding something. 'Tis obvious, is it not?
I suggest we tread carefully here.
Something is amiss.
Ah, quiet, insular communities.
There's always something nasty going on behind closed doors.
You always think there's something nasty going on behind closed doors.
That's because there often is.
I hope it involves chains.
I hope they ask me to join in.
You didn't find a use for the oil you found in the general store.
You were unable to find a way to give Ser Perth and his knights the divine protection they desired.
Come.
Be reasonable.
Wait!
I know that man.
That's Everd!
Then... what imposter did I fight?
Wow, you're tactful.
I want the battle to be over.
Jump to after the hall confrontation.
Deygan
You gave the old scrolls to Sister Justine in the Rectory in Denerim.
She said she will need time to verify their authenticity.
You should come back soon.
The scrolls you found were an account of the last days of Maferath, Andraste's husband.
Sister Justine rewarded you handsomely for them and is studying them now.
What do you want to do in the village?
What do you want to do in the castle?
Jump to a plot point in the village.
Jump to a plot point in the castle.
After getting the urn quest.
After Eamon is restored.
Jailor
Jumping to after the battle.
Jumping to after hall confrontation.
!
Jumping to after getting the urn quest.
That will change quickly.
Bloody nug runners!
We're outnumbered three to one!
What are we to do now, Riordan?
You have a plan, I assume?
Lyrium Bowl
There is Tranquility--
Apprentice Dorm
Apprentice Mage
Riordan's Room
Guest Room
Storage Caves
Storage Room
Watch your hands.
Immediately.
My things!
Mine!
Get away!
Stop that!
Right now.
Keep away from me!
The watch will hear of this.
Keep away from me.
If you just tried what I think you did...
I may be old, but I know a pickpocket when I see one.
Stop acting suspicious.
The captain will hear of this!
What are you trying to do, stranger?
What's your hand doing there?
If Dwyn weren't here.
I've killed men for less.
Can't you find something better to do with your time?
Keep your hands to yourself!
Did you just?
I'm warning you...
Ha!
I got nothing to take, idiot.
Whatcha doin'?
You'd steal from your own kind?
Shame.
Watch yourself, knife-ear.
What are you up to now?
For your mother's sake, I'll pretend that didn't happen.
Gutter-born elves and their thieving hands.
Get away from me, worm!
Stay away from my family!
As if things couldn't get worse.
As if things couldn't get worse.
Shoo!
Vaughan, I think...
No, even elves aren't that stupid.
Gutter-born elf.
I'm warning you!
Stop that, immediately!
You get one warning.
Did you...?!
No, not even an elf is that stupid.
Watch it!
Touch me again and I'll cut off your hands.
What?!
Keep your hands away from me.
I'd hoped your father raised you better than that!
Grope a little lower next time.
Ha!
You've been raised better than that.
Stop it.
You shouldn't be doing that.
Mom says stealing is bad.
What was that?!
So that's how you thank me?
Great.
Stay away.
I'd swear you were trying to...
What?
Keep your sodding hands to yourself.
How low you dusters have fallen.
Huh?
What?
Did you....?
Naw.
What a low-life.
Hmph.
What?!
You'll pay for that.
Pah.
Dust-born thieves.
You shame yourself and Leske.
I'm a friend.
The guard will hear of this.
Watch your hands, casteless scum.
You'll pay for that.
The guards will hear of this!
That's not amusing.
Keep your hands out of my pockets.
Hmph.
What?
What was that?
You'll have to try harder than that, your highness.
You shame your family.
Is this some sort of sodding joke?
Behave yourself!
House Dace will not take your behavior idly.
I thought the Aeducans were above this!
That was a sodding dumb move.
What do you think you're doing?
Your royalty, not some casteless duster.
What are you doing?!
Your father would not approve!
Keep your hands off me.
There are more private places where you can put your hands anywhere you like.
You're too old for these sort of games.
Princeling or no, keep your hands away from my goods.
Keep your hands away from me.
Please stop!
No more of your "games."
Your father is going to hear of this.
The Cousland brat is just a plain thief!
I'll tell your father about this.
Please don't!
You couldn't possible...?
This will not do.
Maker forgive your children.
I don't need this aggravation.
That tickles!
Stop that!
I don't deserve this treatment.
Thieving swine!
Is that really necessary?
I have nothing to take.
Your days are numbered.
Wh-What?
Get your hands off me!
You're going to regret that.
I say, are you trying to pickpocket me?
How exciting.
I'll knife you if you do that again.
Unhand me!
The Maker sees all.
Not to be rude, but could you keep your hands where I can see them?
Splendid.
I'm watching you. 
Hey, there.
None of that now.
Oh, that's just perfect.
Now strangers are trying to pick pocket me.
I just give up.
!
I am not blind.
Do not try that again.
The guard will learn of this.
Please, have mercy!
You're a damned fool to try that here.
Don't ever do that again here.
Ever.
The captain won't stand for that sort of thing.
I'm warning you.
What?
Stop that.
So you're just a thief?
Please leave us be.
The guards will learn of this.
I will tell the guard.
You will pay for that.
Uhh...
Please stop that.
Watch it.
I'm warning you.
Keep your hands where I can see them!
No more of that!
Please, leave me be!
Herren, I think the customer is groping me!
<emp>Deal with Leorah's infestation</emp>
Senior Enchanter Leorah has a small problem: the storage caves adjacent to the laboratory have been infested with spiders.
Leorah doesn't have time to deal with this and so she has asked you to help her.
<emp>Talk to Leorah</emp>
You have killed all the spiders in the storage caves.
Senior Enchanter Leorah will be pleased to hear of this.
<emp>Call in a favor from Leorah</emp>
You have killed all the spiders and Senior Enchanter Leorah has promised you a favor for dealing with the infestation.
Infested Storerooms
Laboratory Storage Key
The well-worn key to the Circle's cave storage rooms.
Default army selection or custom?
Default (Mages, Elves, Dwarves + Legion, Golems, Redcliffe Soldiers)
Custom
Did you recruit mages or templars?
Did you recruit elves or werewolves?
Army setup?
Did you recruit Legion of the dead?
Did you recruit the golems?
Setup army
Elves
Werewolves
No
Templars
Redcliffe Infantry
I will report this!
Got nothing to take.
The market has gone to pot.
All the bloody pickpockets and knifemen.
You watch yourself.
You hear?
Yes, I know you can do that.
Now kindly stop.
You are thieving scum!
What you?!
You bad man!
You really don't know when to quit, do you?
What?!
Did you just... ?
Bad move, friend.
Bad move.
And doesn't that just top off the day?
Ahh!
Uhh...
The sergeant will hear of this.
He will!
Your actions bespeak your guilt.
And the Warden's a thief to boot.
Lovely.
Perhaps that will be your final mistake.
Elven Archer
Dwarven Infantry
Senior Enchanter Leorah
I don't like this.
He's not going to help us.
We should go...
Legion of the Dead Avenger
Steel Golem
Battle Mage
It's a demon.
Maybe even more powerful than the one chasing after you.
What kind of spirit are you?
Which One?
Jump to a plot gallery
Prelude.
<emp>Find ironbark for Varathorn</emp>
You've found some ironbark in the forest.
The Dalish craftsman Varathorn would probably be interested in this.
It's good to see you again.
You're back!
Are the spiders gone?
Really?
Oh, that's wonderful!
You've saved my hide, I'm sure.
And I owe you a favor, so if you need anything...
I'll be here.
I've dealt with your infestation.
All right.
Goodbye.
I just needed to get some supplies.
Nevermind.
He looks powerful.
It might be possible that he could... teach you to be like him.
Like me?
You mean teach the mortal to take this form?
Why?
Most mortals are too attached to their forms to learn the change.
You, on the other hand, little one, might be a better student.
You let go of the human form years ago.
I... don't think I'd make a very good bear.
How would I hide?
It's true.
I am quite powerful in this form... when I wish to be.
"We?" I have faced more in this place than you can imagine.
Fear is... just one more thing.
But... you are right.
Hiding doesn't help.
I'm sorry, it's the Fade.
It changes you.
I'll try.
I'll try to be a bear.
If you'll teach me.
Fail, and I will devour you both.
The decision is yours.
I'm not sure I want to provide him with either.
You could help me fight the demon.
Hiding doesn't solve anything.
We need to face our fears.
I thought you were here to help but you're just a coward.
Teach Mouse the bear form, or I will kill you.
No. <act>Attack.</act>
Enough!
You are a pest and not worth all this exertion!
I will teach the mouse to be the bear, if only to get rid of you!
Brother Genitivi has gone missing while searching for the fabled Urn of Sacred Ashes--the urn that contains the remains of the prophet Andraste.
Brother Genitivi knows more about the Urn than any man alive and in order to find it, you set out to find him.
Brother Genitivi has gone missing while searching for the fabled Urn of Sacred Ashes--the urn that contains the remains of the prophet Andraste.
You uncovered some of his research, which points to the remote village of Haven as a possible location of clues relating to the Urn's current whereabouts.
You have found Brother Genitivi.
He had been captured by villagers from the isolated mountain village of Haven.
However, Brother Genitivi has also learned of an old temple, deep in the mountains beyond Haven, which he believes was built to protect the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
The Urn of Sacred Ashes Story So Far
Keep your h-hands away!
You miserable ass, back away!
Very tiresome.
Thievery is a sin.
Hmmm...
What was that?
Keep your money-grubbing fingers out of my pockets.
If I didn't know any better...
Stop!
Stop that now.
That will cost you.
Big mistake, Warden.
Every night, the same!
Please...
Get your sodding hands off me.
At the elven Alienage
Cutpurse, you don't want to make me angry.
Ever.
I'm a little hurt you thought I wouldn't notice.
I need help... not this...
Keep your ground.
And your hands where I can see them.
Wh-What?!
Great.
Another Daveth.
Kindly keep your hands off my possessions.
And folk ask why I prefer the company of hounds.
Hmph.
You spread fear and despair, not hope with your base conduct.
Stay away!
I have an important duty!
The Maker will cast you down, and you will pay!
No more of that now.
I expected the Wardens to have higher standards.
Hmph.
The templars will hear of your conduct.
That was unwise.
Very unwise.
Get away!
I'm busy here!
I've no time for nonsense.
What?!
This will be reported to Duncan.
If you weren't a Warden...
You're as bad as Daveth.
Duncan will hear of this.
You shame the Wardens.
That's rich.
You think they didn't take all I owned already?
No five-fingered discounts!
K-Keep away!
Save your tricks for the enemy.
Please, stay away from me.
We've more important things to do.
Stop that at once.
Typical.
Bloody typical.
The law protects all soldiers here--even elves.
So watch yourself.
As if I didn't have enough to handle.
Away with you!
Bleeding cutpurses.
I expected better of a Warden.
What?!
The Wardens will hear of your behavior.
Just keep away!
All of you, keep away!
What were you doing?
Keep away!
Please.... ahhg... stop that.
I'm warning you.
That course of action is inadvisable.
Repent your sins.
Before it is too late!
May the Maker have mercy on sinners.
Even you.
Just stay away!
Duncan will hear of this.
What are you about?
What was that?
Wisp Wraith
Fade Exit
<emp>Eliminate the criminals preying on innocent folk in Denerim's back alleys</emp>
In these dark times we must work together against the common threat.
Sergeant Kylon has brought disturbing news that should anger all righteous people.
In our own alleyways, footpads, muggers, and miscreants lie in wait to profit from the chaos of our times.
They infect us like a plague.
A reward is available for any information on these low-lives. 
Sergeant Kylon has also offered a heavy purse for any brave souls that can best these brigands and make Denerim a safe place once again.
This humble chanter has added to the reward, as well.
May the Maker bless all who heed this call.
Back Alley Justice
<emp>Eliminate the criminals preying on innocent folk in Denerim's back alleys</emp>
Sergeant Kylon put a posting on the Chanter's Board to find and eliminate an organized group of thieves that operate out of the back alleys.
I have to say no; I can't help you.
Yes?
Is there something you need?
That's a big door.
Can I leave the tower?
No.
Have a nice day.
You have journeyed to the ruined temple in the mountains beyond the village of Haven, where the Urn of Sacred Ashes lies.
However, the people of Haven have come to believe that Andraste has been reborn as a dragon.
Their leader, Kolgrim, believes that the existence of the Urn undermines the dragon's power and wants you to corrupt the Ashes, destroying them completely.
You have journeyed to the ruined temple in the mountains beyond the village of Haven, where the Urn of Sacred Ashes lies.
However, the people of Haven have come to believe that Andraste has been reborn as a dragon.
Their leader, Kolgrim, believed that the existence of the Urn undermined the dragon's power and he wanted you to corrupt the Ashes, which you have done.
You journeyed to the ruined temple in the mountains beyond the village of Haven, where the Urn of Sacred Ashes lies.
The people of Haven, after many years of isolation, had come to believe that the Urn no longer mattered, and that Andraste had been reborn as a dragon.
You slew their leader, Kolgrim, and recovered some of the Sacred Ashes of Andraste.
Yes, it is.
Do you need something, or are you just here to state the obvious?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> The knight-commander would have my head if I did that.
Besides, I hear it takes no less than four grown men to open this door.
No you may not.
I am surprised you ask.
The same to you.
Can you open the door?
I can't leave then?
Mouse
<emp>Find Rexel</emp>
Recently, our hearts were lifted when many survivors of the Battle of Ostagar returned to us.
Maker bless these men and women, and have mercy on those who fell defending our children from the Blight.
Sadly, one of these heroes has gone missing.
Rexel served in Teyrn Loghain's vanguard with distinction.
Upon his return, his wife said he was prone to quiet reflection and frequented the local taverns.
One afternoon, he left his home and never returned.
This chanter was moved by the family's grief and is offering a pouch of coin for anyone who finds this hero.
The Chant says, "In saving one man, you save us all," for if each of us lends a hand to aid his neighbor, anything is possible.
Especially now.
<emp>Find Rexel</emp>
On the chanter's board, there is a quest to find a missing Ostagar veteran named Rexel.
The details of his disappearance are too vague to provide any specific leads, but you should keep an eye out for him during your travels in Denerim.
Missing in Action
<emp>Find Fazzil's sextant</emp>
Master Fazzil of the esteemed Guild of Free Sailors has informed this chanter that while about guild business he was waylaid by bandits via guile and other chicanery.
He lost many valuables, but in particular an antique sextant was removed forcibly from his person.
This sextant is of considerable symbolic value as it belonged to the first guildmaster of the Free Sailors.
Master Fazzil described his assailants as masked, of foreign descent (perhaps Tevinter or Free Marches), and unusually coordinated and crafty.
He has placed a hefty sum of coin with this chanter for the return of his sextant.
That is all.
<emp>Find Fazzil's sextant</emp>
From the chanter's board you learned that Master Fazzil of the Guild of Free Sailors was robbed by foreigners.
Besides money, the robbers took a sextant, which is apparently important to his guild.
He's offered a reward for the return of his sextant.
Fazzil's Request
Maker smile fortune on you.
I would have thought you'd be used to this idea by now.
Only mages on official Circle business are allowed to leave the tower.
And the first enchanter has not informed us of any mages leaving the tower today.
The only safe one, as far as I know.
There are windows on the higher levels, but surely you don't need me to warn you of the dangers of leaping from them.
It never ends well.
Ferelden.
It's not very interesting.
Mostly farms.
The occasional river.
Why can't I leave?
Is this the only way out of the tower?
What's out there?
Talk to Bran.
He's the chatty one.
At least you get to walk around.
I'm stuck guarding this door for another three hours.
Congratulations on the Harrowing.
I really shouldn't be talking while on duty.
Will there be another Harrowing tonight?
Don't know.
Greagoir hasn't said anything yet.
And shh!
We're on duty.
There's no one here.
Someone's always watching.
I swear it's like the walls have eyes.
Hey, did you hear about that apprentice they're going to send for--
<emp>Shh</emp>!
Third floor is off-limits till dinner-time.
First Enchanter's orders.
Nothing to see here.
Move along now.
The First Enchanter said not to let anyone through this door, and I don't question my orders.
Shaperate Cataloger
Shaperate Scribe
Chanter Rosamund
<emp>Report back to Chanter Rosamund</emp>
You eliminated the organized crime element that thrived in the back alleys of Denerim.
You should report to Chanter Rosamund in the Market District.
The chanter rewarded you for clearing out the criminals in the alleys of Denerim.
<emp>Talk to Chanter Rosamund in the Market District</emp>
In the depths of Arl Howe's dungeons, you found the missing veteran, Rexel.
He had been driven mad from torture and imprisonment, but is now free.
You should report back to the chanter in the Market District for a reward.
You let the chanter know of Rexel's fate, and she rewarded you.
With time, perhaps the veteran will regain his senses and return home.
Chanter Rosamund rewarded you for the return of the Free Sailor's sextant.
You killed Rexel in Arl Howe's dungeons.
His family and Chanter Rosamund are unlikely to ever discover his fate.
Blarg!
I am Temp Conversation.
Set up light content quests.
<emp>Leave the Fade</emp>
You defeated the demon in the Fade, and passed your Harrowing.
A portal out of the Fade has been opened for you and it is time for you to leave. 
...you must control the fire with your will.
Keep the flame steady.
We don't want it sputtering and leaping about--that's what causes most of the injuries...
I-Injuries?
B-b-but--
Steady!
It reacts to your emotions.
If you panic, it will--no!
No, no!
Breathe!
You know, in my experience, flint and tinder works just as well... maybe we should start with that?
Ah, congratulations on your Harrowing.
I hope you've spoken to the first enchanter.
He seemed eager to see you.
Take me to an location.
That was a good try.
Yes, keep your emotions in check.
Watch the sleeves.
Don't worry, that eyebrow will grow back.
Eventually.
Hmm, I should put in a request to have the drapes taken out of this room.
Free Sailor Sextant
A beautiful antique sextant.
This instrument is very valuable to the Guild of Free Sailors.
Do any of you remember what the Chantry says about magic?
"Magic must serve man and not rule over him"!
Very good!
And what do you think that means?
Can anyone tell me?
Only boys can do magic!
No, that's not what it means.
It means that magic should be used to help people, but we can't use our magic to... to force people to do what we want.
That's right.
We should not abuse the gift the Maker has given us.
Aren't the children just precious?
I remember you when you were this age.
Adorable!
I heard your Harrowing went well!
That's wonderful to hear.
When do we get to cast spells?
When you're older.
We must learn the theory of magic first, because we start the practice, yes?
Girls can't do magic!
Can too!
I burned Papa's cow all up!
I did!
It smelled good...
I'm sure you only did that on accident, and we'll try not to have more accidents, all right?
<desc>Laughs</desc> You had an accident!
Stop it!
Or I'll make your underpants be weasels while you're sleeping!
Hey now, none of that!
My Lord Bhelen?
Concentrate!
Hold the shield!
<desc>Squeaks</desc>
Pathetic!
If I had put all my power behind that spell, you would have been obliterated.
I am not your enemy.
Fear is your enemy.
It is a weakness that can be exploited.
Should you face a demon with your will wavering so, it would consume you.
Is that what you want?
Then stand firm and <emp>know</emp> you can resist whatever I throw at you.
Again!
Good!
Put more of your will behind it!
Watch your footing!
It's no use holding the shield if you're falling all over yourself!
And once again!
Remember, you can either shield yourself or be burnt to a cinder.
It's your choice, Stanley!
Stanley is learning to shield himself.
If you like, cast a spell at Stanley.
He needs more practice.
Go on, have a go at him.
This is hard.
It gets easier as the years go by, doesn't it?
Can you tell where I burned off my hair?
Is it very obvious?
I really should be concentrating on the flame.
I've only burned myself once today!
I think that's progress.
I...
I'm very busy!
Please don't throw anything at me.
<desc>Giggles nervously</desc>
I don't think I'll survive this lesson.
My mentor is harsh but... all right, he's just harsh.
No family, no family!
All friends, all daughters, all wives are <emp>dead</emp>.
Leave.
Yes, leave.
Find someplace safe.
You're Rexel, aren't you?
Your family is looking for you.
You need to go home.
Leave this accursed place.
Being in the tower is much better than being on the farm.
I'm going to be a powerful mage when I grow up.
Does your mentor give you lots of homework too?
Boys are better at magic than girls.
I heard the templars talking about chasing down a maleficar yesterday.
Have you ever seen an anombi... abonbi...a-bom-bee-na-tion?
The templars scare me.
They always look so mean.
I like ponies.
I can't wait to learn the fire spells!
It looks like fun.
Open Door (for quest).
Did you hear the rumor about someone being a blood mage?
I can't wait for my Harrowing.
This tower is too cold.
My mentor says I have great potential.
Do you think they give you the robes of mages who died?
Because that would be... sort of gross.
We heard you passed the Harrowing!
Wow, those robes are so fine.
You must be so proud.
Did you hear about the apprentice who disappeared last week?
Ahh, you think you're all special now that you've got your fancy robes, don't you?
I heard Irving wants to see you.
Gerda told me the templars watch us while we bathe.
I hope that's not true.
I perfected my ice spells yesterday.
Those are a little baggy on you, aren't they?
You should take it in a bit at the hips.
I hear Irving's waiting to give you your mage robes!
Don't you ever get homesick?
Was the Harrowing scary?
It must have been.
Why else would they call it that?
We're all really happy for you.
I heard Humbert volunteered to take the Rite of Tranquility.
How awful.
Oh, those robes look amazing on you.
How does it feel to be done with the Harrowing?
I heard that Cullen's in love with you.
It's nice to see you still alive.
The Circle is so much nicer than the Alienage, isn't it?
Congratulations on your test!
Jowan's been acting weird all day.
Have you seen him?
I'm terrible at spells.
You're lucky you're so talented.
I can't wait to get my mage robes.
The colors on the apprentice robes make my complexion look so dull.
I wonder when I'll get to go for my Harrowing.
Did you hear?
Hear what?
I heard they suspect someone of dabbling in blood magic.
Why would anyone do something so stupid?
That's a death sentence.
Because blood magic is powerful?
You can bend others to your will... and... and... force demons into your service.
That's what I hear anyway.
I hear Irving's very proud of you.
Oh, I remember the day when I first got my robes.
Ah.
It's great to see you.
It's always sad when an apprentice fails the Harrowing.
Did you see that Grey Warden?
I hear he's trying to recruit a mage for his order.
You look well.
That's wonderful.
I was throwing up for a full week after my Harrowing.
It's the lyrium that does that, I think.
I wonder how the king's army fares at Ostagar.
I've heard talk of a new Blight...
I heard that you completed the Harrowing in record time!
Everyone's so happy for you.
I should have been sent to help the King's army.
I dislike being stuck here while something big is happening.
Hmph.
I never thought you'd survive the Harrowing.
You got lucky, didn't you?
Well, don't you look smug.
Irving wants to see you.
Get going.
You have your robes.
You are a mage.
Your mentors must be happy for you.
You passed the Harrowing.
If you want something from the stockroom, you must speak to Owain.
Today I shall be making more potions to send to the mages at Ostagar.
Is there something you need?
You must speak to Owain.
Owain is in charge of the stockroom.
They say you passed your Harrowing.
You must be happy.
You found Brother Genitivi.
The villagers of Haven captured him when he arrived in search of the Urn.
Genitivi says that to enter the temple in the mountain, you need Eirik's medallion.
Genitivi should be able to show you how to use it.
Climax Story So Far
You are almost ready to make your final stand against the Blight.
Riordan--a veteran Grey Warden--has finally revealed to you why the Grey Wardens are needed.
When the archdemon perishes, its soul travels through the shared darkspawn taint into the Grey Warden's body, destroying both souls.
Riordan has offered to make the sacrifice.
You are almost ready to make your final stand against the Blight.
Riordan--a veteran Grey Warden--has finally revealed to you why the Grey Wardens are needed.
When the archdemon perishes, its soul travels through the shared darkspawn taint into the Grey Warden's body, destroying both souls.
However, Morrigan has come to you, offering a ritual to spare the Grey Wardens involved--she would conceive a child that can survive and contain the archdemon's essence.
You learned that the archdemon can only be killed by a Grey Warden, and that this Grey Warden will be destroyed along with it.
Morrigan offered you a way out--a ritual to conceive a child that will be a vessel for the archdemon's essence.
You refused to allow Morrigan to perform her ritual.
If a Grey Warden must die, then so be it.
You learned that the archdemon can only be killed by a Grey Warden, and that this Grey Warden will be destroyed along with it.
Morrigan offered you a way out--a ritual to conceive a child that will be a vessel for the archdemon's essence.
Alistair has been chosen to father this child.
You learned that the archdemon can only be killed by a Grey Warden, and that this Grey Warden will be destroyed along with it.
Morrigan offered you a way out--a ritual to conceive a child that will be a vessel for the archdemon's essence.
Loghain has been chosen to father this child.
You learned that the archdemon can only be killed by a Grey Warden, and that this Grey Warden will be destroyed along with it.
Morrigan offered you a way out--a ritual to conceive a child that will be a vessel for the archdemon's essence.
You have been chosen to father this child.
You have traveled the length and breadth of Ferelden and gathered an army that can hopefully stem the black tide of the Blight.
You were misled to believe that the darkspawn were poised to attack Redcliffe when the archdemon had its sights on Denerim.
The army has made a forced march to the capital to defend it.
Dead Genlock
Dead Hurlock
Back Alley
Defend the gate!
Keep them from getting through!
Stay back!
Defend your homes!
You heard what he said!
Come on!
They're upon us!
Bloody Altar
Templar Bran
Ruins
South Exit to West Forest
South Exit to East Forest
Did you hear anything?
Is she all right?
Is she awake?
Why do you care?
Are you best friends now?
Corpse
The armor and clothing left on this dismembered man indicate that he was from Redcliffe--one of Arl Eamon's knights.
Enchanter
Apprentice
Taper
A long stick used to light candles.
Black Pearl
At first glance, this appears to be an ordinary pearl.
But on closer inspection, it seems... odd.
The air around it seems very still and lifeless.
Where in the forest?
Where in the ruins?
To Swiftrunner's first meeting.
To Swiftrunner's second meeting.
To the Hermit.
To the Grand Oak.
To the tablet.
To the pool/altar puzzle.
To the Arcane Horror.
To the Gatekeeper.
Swiftrunner Debug
Ornate Urn
Spirit Wolf
Gatekeeper Debug
Hermit Debug
Grand Oak Debug
Where in the west forest?
Where in the east forest?
To the west forest.
To Deygan.
To the east forest.
To Danyla.
Deygan Debug
Danyla Debug
To the camp shade.
Campsite Debug
Hello.
Ah, Maker, this thing chafes...
Have a good one.
Ah, piss and vinegar.
Listen up.
You're kidding, right?
You push me, runt, and you'll find a sword in your belly.
Were you trying to grab my arse?
You've got to buy me a drink first.
Hail
What's that smell?
Stinking road apples!
Woo!
Sounds fine to me.
Watch it, pup, or you'll wind up gutted.
Mangy little thief!
Back off!
I could really go for a pint.
A pint and a steak.
And a bread pudding.
Now, that's might kind of you.
Well, wax my head and call me a pug!
Hey, spare a minute?
If I had a pint, I'd drink to that.
Are you magicked?
Watch it, I'll cut you.
You didn't think you could steal from a thief, did you?
Bound Ash Wraith
Welcome to the Wonders of Thedas.
We carry items crafted by the Circle, as well as a variety of antiquities.
Is there anything you would like to see?
Tranquil Proprietor
Die, cur!
Over here, pipsqueak!
Maker, no...
Hold it.
When's Agatha going to be done with dinner?
Spellbound idiot!
That might work.
Keep pushing me, and you'll regret it.
Welcome, take a look around.
I shouldn't have bought that rosemary.
Look at it, turning brown already.
Many thanks.
By Andraste's burning under-drawers!
Woot!
Can I have a moment of your time, friend?
You trying to me to call the guards?
Guards!
Help me!
Bookcase
Odd Cave Walls
School of Creation
Flaming Books
What should be triggered?
Jump to an area
Trigger plot-specific event
Alienage fight (elves defend gate)
Spirit Apparatus
School of Entropy
School of Primal
School of Spirit
Lyrium Vein
<act>Browse his wares.</act>
Not right now.
Creepy Scarecrow
Twisted Structure
Fade Urn
The Prophet Andraste
Oh, wait!
The housekeeper's in a mood.
I've seen pit bulls less snappish.
I'm much obliged.
Oh, blast it!
Oh, I like that.
Dear Lady, no.
I'll scream!
You watch your grabby hands!
<desc>Sigh</desc> All right.
Why am I always stuck with the dirty work?
Oh, for the love of the Maker's Bride.
Excuse me?
Excuse me?
Could I talk to you for a minute?
That's... not a bad idea.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> I've heard more brilliant things from the teyrn's dishwashers.
Stay back, or I'll call to the arl's men!
<desc>Gasps</desc> How <emp>dare</emp> you!
Get your hands off me!
Alienage fight (elves defend grounds)
Alienage fight (elves flee)
Click when ready
Start Fight
Spider Cave
To arms, men!
<desc>There's a guard in view.</desc>
Help!
Someone help us!
My friend is dying!
Hey!
Come quick!
You've got a prisoner down!
<act>Call the guard.</act>
<act>Fake an illness.</act>
See?
No time at all.
Tripwire
And so you return.
Lovely Morrigan has at last found someone willing to dance to her tune.
Such enchanting music she plays, wouldn't you say?
<desc>Laughs</desc> Which one, I wonder?
Why dance at all?
Why not sing? <desc>Laughs</desc>
What has Morrigan told you, hmm?
What little plan has she hatched this time?
That she does.
The question is, do you?
Ahhh, but it is an old, old story.
One that Flemeth has heard before... and even told.
Let us skip right to the ending, shall we?
Do you slay the old wretch as Morrigan bids?
Or does the tale take a different turn?
Choice.
There is power in choices, as there is in lies.
I shall give you one of each.
"The truth", she says, as if it were nothing!
The truth?
As if it were nothing!
How like a <emp>man</emp>.
No, no.
Far better the lie.
Far better the comfort of blankets and shadows and a mother's love.
Morrigan wishes my grimoire?
Take it as a trophy.
Tell her I am slain.
I go.
Perhaps I surprise Morrigan one day... or I may simply watch.
It would be interesting to see what she does with her freedom.
Enlightening, even.
Would you give an old woman that?
We believe what we want to believe.
It's all we ever do.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> You get to keep her.
For a time.
It's far easier this way, don't you think?
The lies are always more fun.
The book is inside the hut, with notes and spells enough to make even Morrigan blush with delight.
You and I will not meet again. <emp>That</emp> I guarantee.
Shame.
What will it be, then?
Oh-ho!
How interesting.
I'd like to see the look on her face when she realizes it.
But you must earn what you take.
I would have it no other way.
Now this is a new tune.
No dancing?
No music at all?
Simply walk off the floor?
Well, then.
Do say hello for me when you return.
She's a good girl when she's not trying to kill her mother... most days.
Oh, there are many, many reasons to kill Flemeth.
More than you know.
But if I am to guess, I would say Morrigan has discovered something... something <emp>shocking</emp> that requires her defense, yes?
How true!
So says the shoe to the foot and the foot to the leg!
We move as one, whether we like it or not.
Oh?
How interesting.
Speak, then.
You have come far, and I am nothing if not hospitable.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Oh, I do like that.
Ah, how disappointing.
You think you're the first to come, full of righteousness and bluster?
If only that were so!
From you, I expected more.
It is a dance poor Flemeth knows well.
Let us see if she remembers the steps.
Come.
She will earn what she takes.
I'd have it no other way.
I am an optimist.
Secretly I hope that not all mortals hurtle recklessly towards their fates, yet always it is so.
We know your little secret, Flemeth.
I should dance to your tune, instead?
She knows how you extend your unnatural lifespan.
You deserve to die, whatever the reason.
I need Morrigan.
I have no choice in this.
What do you propose?
I just want the truth.
And what happens to you?
You think she will believe that?
And what do I get out of it?
I could do that.
No.
Forget it.
Now you die.
I take the grimoire for myself.
I leave.
I want no part in your squabble.
She has sent me to kill you, and for good reason.
Why should I say?
What's the point?
I have come to talk, nothing more.
Is it true you intend to take Morrigan's body?
Morrigan wants you dead, perhaps with good reason.
I want you to tell me why I shouldn't kill you.
Stay silent and die, creature.
So sorry to disappoint.
Explain yourself, then, if you can.
Why expect anything from me?
Change your mind already?
I change knickers less quickly, tsk.
Wouldn't we all?
Alas.
As can you!
It's a shame no one ever lives up to their true potential, isn't it?
Back to this again?
Sabres rattling and jaws firmly planted on the floor?
Oh, do <emp>something</emp>!
Then do leave an old woman in peace!
So many visitors!
Next they'll be putting in a road, maybe an inn... <desc>snorts</desc>
I want that grimoire for myself.
I'm afraid I need to kill you, now.
I just want some questions answered.
I think you can do better than that.
So you'll give no answers at all?
Then you die.
Fine.
I'll go.
No, I suppose not.
Does it matter?
I'm just investigating my options.
Oh, I don't know.
Random violence can be fun.
But this is good, too.
Yes, fun.
Tricking Morrigan... oh, who am I kidding?
That does sound fun.
I'm a bad man.
Not killing Morrigan's mother... that is the more noble choice, right?
Right?
A tangled web you weave, Warden.
I hope it's for good cause.
Composing your own tune, then?
Now there's something even <emp>I</emp> can dance to. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
That you have come at all means you desire something.
Perhaps I may yet give it to you.
Thank the Ancestors!
Another minute of her cackling and I'd be heaving up breakfast!
Beg your pardon.
Oh, don't go in there!
I'm going to be late getting the wash now.
Oh dear, no.
I'll call the guards!
This is Ser Jory, a knight from Redcliffe.
And this here is Daveth, a... fellow from Denerim.
And this of course is the recruit that Duncan said he was bringing.
Yes, let us begin.
This is Daveth, a... fellow from Denerim.
Charmed, m'lady.
That's me.
I'm a fellow.
Can we get on with this?
That's me.
The new guy.
That's me.
The new girl.
The Bridge Puzzle.
Shimmering Orb of Light
It is difficult to be sure what this scintillating, shimmering item really is, but just holding it makes you feel better.
Vase of Healing
Storage Cabinet
Empty Bookcase
A section of books appears to be missing.
Chevalier's Armor
Chevalier's Boots
Chevalier's Gloves
The traitorous boot-lickers who'd just murdered the queen.
Though I didn't know it at the time.
He was bloody, exhausted, and obviously being hunted.
I offered to take him to my father's camp.
What was he running from?
You were a poacher?
So you offered to join him?
Every Fereldan was a poacher or a thief as far as the Orlesians were concerned.
<desc>Laughs.</desc>
Stay away!
Stay away from me!
Run!
Run away, coward!
Die!
All of you will die!
You!
Listen to me!
Try it!
Try it and see! <desc>Laughs.</desc>
They'll cut you down and burn your corpse!
Let me out of here, and I'll kill you!
Don't touch me!
Help!
Help me!
Stop!
Stop!
You know, I don't think this is working.
No, please don't go!
Oh, bless you!
Curse you!
Please, listen!
Too risky.
Stop!
I'll call the Templars!
What are you doing?
Lady Andraste, Bride of the Maker, hear me.
Carry my name to the Maker's ear.
Oh no.
That sounds fine.
Oh dear, don't do that.
Stop that, or I'll call the guards.
Are you trying to steal from me?
If you needed money, you should have just asked.
Blessings of the Maker be upon you.
Oh, Andraste...
May the Maker watch over you.
Drat!
No, no, no.
Don't you make me call the guards.
Just what do you think you're doing?
That's a sin!
<desc>Sigh.</desc> I knew I should've been a potter instead.
Andraste keep you.
For the love of nugs and idiot children!
Sounds good to me.
Er, what do you want to do that for?
Hey, watch it!
Hullo.
Yup.
Stop it!
I want a glass of water.
Death and destruction!
Hey, come here.
You should do that.
They say that's dumb.
They say something bad will happen if you keep that up.
In Andraste's name, I greet you.
<desc>Hums.</desc>
Go with the Light of the Maker.
I would speak with you.
That's wise.
Really?
You want to do that?
Do not provoke me.
You realize I've taken a vow of poverty, right?
I'm afraid not.
Stay away from that.
Why does that dwarf always have customers?
He's running some scam, I know it.
Oh, I think so.
Oh, I wouldn't.
Don't make me call the guards!
Thief!
Guards, help!
<emp>Talk to Harrowmont for Vartag</emp>
Vartag wants you to talk to Harrowmont to find out what he wants you to do next.
Oh dear.
I don't even know where this one is supposed to go...
<emp>Inform Vartag about Harrowmont's plans to deal with the carta</emp>
You have discovered that Harrowmont wants you to deal with Jarvia, the leader of the criminal carta.
Vartag will want to know about this.
Dulin Forender wants you to find out what Bhelen plans to have you do next.
<emp>Return to Dulin Forender</emp>
You've learned that Bhelen wants you to kill the leader of the criminal carta, Jarvia.
Return to Dulin and let him know.
Secret Mountain Path
Can--can I speak with you, please?
I wouldn't do that.
What would your mother think of your actions?
Oh!
You can't do that!
That's horrible!
Applesauce!
Oh, may I speak with you?
Very good.
Are you sure?
Oh dear.
For Andraste's stake, stop that!
May I help you, dear?
Oh, for Andraste's sake!
Don't you test me, child!
What?
What do the voices want?
Yes, dear.
Right away, my lord... and what is that smell?
No.
I...
I can't.
<desc>Whispering</desc> What?
Why?!
That's ridiculous! <desc>Maniacal laughing</desc>
Good farewell, leaves and bacon.
Thank you, kind one.
Whiplash and Crow sauce!
Yippee!
Yes!
Great idea, Mother!
No, no, no, no, no.
I will not.
Very bad, bad idea.
Do you know who my father is?
He'll kill you!
I'll kill you!
If I ever... <desc>Screams</desc>
He, he, he, he, that tickles.
No...
Maker, I wonder if I should've gone out to the docks?
Maker keep you.
Ah, Blight!
s!
What, are you magicked?
Don't push me.
I thought I heard something.
Let's see what you've got!
I should've listened to my mother and been a blacksmith.
Hey, have a moment?
That is the dumbest thing I ever heard.
Are you trying to get shived?
Maker, another scummy little thief...
Come and get it, fiend!
I need a hand here!
Come.
Is that all you've got?
Can't take much more of this...
How about you keep on pretending to be important, and I'll pretend not to care?
Sure wish I had a pint and a table of cards.
Good riddance.
Much obliged.
Gah!
Ha, ha!
Hmm, I like.
Ha, ha, simple minds...
Try me.
Well, what have we here?
<desc>Chuckles</desc> Oh, try that again and you'll be in a city of hurt.
You leave me no choice.
For the arl!
Prepare yourself!
I could use a hand, here.
You parry like a squire.
<desc>Panting</desc> So it is you who gets the upper hand...
Not on my watch.
I swear I work with nothing but slackers.
Blast it all!
Here, here!
You should hear this.
Not a bad notion.
That's... not the best idea.
What have we here?
Watch where you're putting your hands, thief, or I'll have them removed!
You force my blade!
All right, that's it!
Down with you scum!
Perhaps...
I could use a hand...
Hmph.
I expected a challenge, at least.
So this is how it all ends...
Ho, there!
How can I put this?
Uh... no.
What I wouldn't give for a bouncing ball and some women's undergarment's.
Heh.
Listen up.
I have something to say.
Not bad.
Hey!
Watch it, you pick-pocket!
Dinner's not ready yet!
Watch your step!
Oh, gracious Andraste, where's the tarragon? <desc>Sigh.</desc>
Run along, supper will be served promptly.
Now, you listen here.
That will do.
Oh, gracious, what a notion!
You keep that up, I'll box your ears!
Thief!
Someone get the guards!
<desc>Sigh</desc> Oh, I suppose you want a drink now, do you?
Are you... just going to leave him here?
To die like an animal?
This is too cruel a punishment, even for a murderer.
Welcome.
Did you see what the housekeeper wore to dinner yesterday?
Scandalous!
Blighted wretch!
Yay!
I beg your pardon.
Oh, dear, no.
I'll scream for the guards!
Help!
Thief!
Ah, Maker, it's time to get new shoes.
Oh, I think that'd do nicely.
What?
Are you magicked or something?
I'll scream.
Every guard in the house'll come running.
Keep your dirty hands to yourself, thank you very much!
For the Teyrn!
You'll bleed for this!
Coward, why don't you try <emp>really</emp> fighting?
<desc>Sigh.</desc>
I think that might work.
Bad idea.
To be left here to starve, or to be taken by the darkspawn... no one deserves that, not even a murderer.
Eaten alive by darkspawn?
That's cruel.
I wonder why the revered mother is so afraid of him.
A penitent man left to be torn to pieces by darkspawn, 'tis a fine example of the Chantry's mercy, is it not?
Just open the Blighted door already!
Ox dung!
I've a word or two for you.
Good enough, I think.
That won't hold water.
You looking for a fight?
You'll get one.
You mangy little cur!
Stop!
Thief!
Hold up there!
I've got better things to be doing than this rubbish.
Shoddy piece of crap!
All right!
Hey, listen up.
That plan's got holes in it the size of a mabari's ass.
Why don't you keep that up and see who starts bleeding?
Guards!
Watch where you're going!
That's good of you.
Brilliant!
Can I say something?
Now that doesn't sound half bad.
Guards!
Guards!
Fall!
Die, would you?
Halt!
Oh, Maker, I've got an itch I can't reach.
<desc>Laugh</desc>
Andraste's ass!
That sounds alright.
Watch yourself.
I could've sworn I heard something...
What the--you mangy little runt!
Ha!
Slippery little cur.
Someone give me a hand!
Just try to hit me, runt!
Mother...
Nah.
I hope we're not having mutton again.
Got a minute?
You sure about that?
Anyone else see that?
Filthy pickpocket!
Welcome, welcome.
Milk and cookies!
Who's there?
Yes?
Of... of course.
I'm not so sure...
"...for he who trespasses, will stop at the Maker's command..." Stop, you.
Where's Jonna?
She was such a lovely girl.
Be well, if you must go.
Bless you, child.
Oh, fuddle-knuckles.
Yeah!
Uh... hurrah!
Who asked me that again?
Oh yes, <emp>I</emp> wanted to ask you something.
A most astute idea.
Oh, I'm afraid that's not going to work.
You ought to be more careful.
Brazen thief.
I'll have you know... it was... what were we talking about again?
Maker's blessings to you.
I think not.
You are most kind.
Cripes.
May I have a word with you?
Great idea.
I hope you're not serious.
You will restrain yourself!
The Maker does not look kindly on thieves.
Now keep to yourself.
Oh!
I didn't see you there.
Hold your horses.
When's dinner going to be ready?
Blessings of Andraste.
That's nice, dear.
Maker-forsaken piece of--
That's a fine idea.
Are you a bit daft?
You want a thrashing, do you?
Stop, thief!
No, don't go!
<desc>Sigh.</desc> I told you this wouldn't work.
How can I show you my appreciation?
Son of a bitch!
Oh, that's clever.
Do you really think that's wise?
You don't know what you're toying with.
Hands off!
Well, hello.
You didn't show enough skin, sister.
Andraste's fat ass!
Fantastic!
Wait, please, may I speak with you?
Oh, I agree.
Don't do that.
Oh, believe me, I'll make you regret that.
I knew I shouldn't have listened to you.
I'm <emp>so</emp> grateful.
Dog piss!
Please, listen to me.
Oh, that's so clever!
Oooh, I wouldn't do that.
Oh, just keep pushing me.
See what happens.
Apostate!
Die, heretic!
Enemy of the Maker!
Someone aid me!
Come and get me!
My life.. for Our Lady.
Maker, this thing pinches.
Go with Andraste's grace.
Sounds fine.
Are you drunk?
Don't tempt me to strike you down.
I could've sworn I heard something.
Thief!
Stay where you are!
Maker, help me...
That seems sound.
I don't think that's wise.
Do you have any idea what my father will do to you?
What do you think you're doing?
Blessed Lady of Suffering grant me strength...
There is no road ahead.
The Light of the Maker is gone from this place...
Though my enemies are numberless, I shall not flinch, O Maker...
Blessings be upon you.
Andraste, help me...
Bride of the Maker hear my prayer.
Carry it to the ears of the Maker.
Andraste would smile upon that.
No, there's no hope.
The Maker will forget your name!
Who is there?
Who are you?
A prisoner.
The body of the real Weylon.
The Spoiled Princess.
Test Demon
My lords and ladies of the Landsmeet, Teyrn Loghain would have us give up our freedoms, our traditions, out of fear!
<emp>He</emp> placed us on this path, yet we should place our destiny in his hands?
Must we sacrifice everything good about our nation to save it?
A fine performance, Eamon, but no one here is taken in by it.
You would attempt to put a puppet on the throne and every soul here knows it.
The better question is, "Who will pull the strings?"
Ah!
And here we have the puppeteer.
I...
I need help with this one!
Is that it?
You can do better than that, surely!
Can't hold... much longer...
I refuse.
Fereldan's and their dogs... <desc>Scoffs</desc>
You have my gratitude.
Son of a Fereldan bitch!
I think you should hear this.
A crowned notion.
You thought of that on your own, did you?
Hmph.
You don't want to cross the likes of us.
What trickery is this?
Keep your paws to yourself, dog!
Shelf
Okay.
You can't go there!
How come I got stuck doing this 'stead of running errands?
I gotta ask you something.
Ewww, no.
You better not, I'll tell!
Hey, watch it!
You'll get in trouble!
Don't do that!
Ah, Maker, this dough's not rising at all.
Oh, for Andraste's sake.
I've a word for you.
Seems all right.
Watch it, or you'll get a thrashing!
Thief!
You get back here this minute!
Certainly not.
Where do you think you're going?
Yes, yes.
Get going.
Hmph.
I suppose I should thank you for this.
Lady Andraste!
Listen here, you.
Yes, that will do.
Don't be a fool.
You're risking a great deal.
Are you mad?
Get your hands off me!
Now for my favorite part!
Let's test our mettle, shall we?
Your time is up!
I could actually... use some help, here.
Come now.
You must have something up your sleeve!
I don't believe it...
I...
I can't fall here.
Stay in your tracks.
I wonder how much old Seraph wants for that kris...
You <emp>have</emp> to be kidding me.
That's right!
Solid.
I like it.
You might want to rethink that.
Don't force me to make an example of you.
Hmmm, interesting...
I can't believe you had the guts to try that.
Keep your sticky fingers to yourself, thief.
You forced me into this.
Now you pay!
You'll never find your precious cure!
You're mine!
Ah!
I should have had backup!
Too late to run now!
<desc>Gasps</desc> I won't be the last...
Sure thing.
How many did they send? <desc>Disgusted sigh</desc>
Terrible.
Just terrible.
If you please, I need to speak with you.
A sensible idea.
I'm... not so sure about that.
My patience is wearing thin.
I wonder...
Hands off, you cutpurse!
Perhaps it cannot even be slain.
At the very least it is old and powerful, much as Zathrian himself.
Just as now we united behind Maric's son, King Cailan, to fight the darkspawn.
Thank you for indulging an old man.
Huh.
Names.
A long list of dwarves.
Err... hold on... "We honor those who have made this sacrifice; let their names be remembered."
Fart me a lullaby!
It's a memorial... of all the dwarves who became golems!
Has to be!
If there was some way of getting this back to the Shaperate in Orzammar, I'd bet they'd brown their trousers!
And pay good gold for it.
Probably both.
No.
Perhaps it thinks I should?
It may have something to do with Caridin's words.
No.
Perhaps it thinks I should?
I know nothing of this dwarven language.
If there is some way to make a copy of these runes, I am willing to study them.
Perhaps there is something to be gleaned from them, I know not.
<desc>The writing is in dwarven and appears to be a long list of names, each with the stamp of their house next to them.
You recognize few of the house names.</desc>
<desc>At the bottom of the list are the words "We honor those who have made this sacrifice, let their names be remembered."</desc>
<desc>The carvings are still deep enough that a tracing could be taken, allowing the information to be carried elsewhere.</desc>
<desc>The ancient runes are traced into a stack of papers, which you store in your pack.</desc>
Oghren, what is this?
Can you tell?
Shale, do you recognize this at all?
<act>Examine the tablet more closely.</act>
<act>Take a tracing of the tablet.</act>
<act>Leave the tablet alone.</act>
I have some tracings you might be interested in.
By all means.
Your presence has been recorded in the Memories.
I wish you well.
Then... is it true?
The rumors of Caridin's so-called volunteers?
Extraordinary!
If it is... now that would be quite extraordinary indeed!
Warden, I hope this artifact from our archives will suffice as a reward...
I must inform the Shaperate at once!
Classrooms
Mage Dorm
Mage Laboratory
Irving's Study
Library
Guest Quarters
Didn't we spend all morning asking about a dwarf by this very description?
And everyone said they hadn't seen one?
He's more than that.
Now stay out of our way, Sister.
You protect this traitor, you'll get the same as him.
Gentlemen, surely there is no need for trouble.
These are no doubt simply more poor souls seeking refuge.
They're more than that.
Now stay out of our way, Sister.
You protect these traitors, you'll get the same as them.
Didn't we spend all morning asking about a woman by this very description?
And everyone said they hadn't seen her?
Didn't we spend all morning asking about a fellow by this very description?
And everyone said they hadn't seen him?
What makes you think we're traitors?
Gracious Andraste!
His lordship's gone to the palace, and I'm sure he'll want dinner as soon as he gets back.
No, I can't ask this of you.
Go!
Run!
The armorer, Wade, and his emporium are just to the south.
If you need work, outside the rectory to the southeast is a chanters board.
And if your thirst is strong, head to the Gnawed Noble Tavern north of here.
Be prepared, though, they do put on many airs.
We must fight!
The elves are not yet defeated!
Very good!
Wait here a moment.
Oh, adventurous, are you?
I think we can accommodate you.
Come with me...
I have just the thing.
Come with me.
Ooooh, I like the sound of that.
I think we have what you're looking for.
Some of both.
Surprise me.
<desc>The nugs avoid eye contact, trying to look busy.</desc>
Yes, that was amazing.
The world moved for everyone.
Howe Knight
Looky here.
Looks like our marks are saving us a trip.
How thoughtful.
Kill them.
We'll sort through the loot after.
Gang Leader
For the queen!
That's the ones that killed Roz.
Get 'em!
Dirty Back Alley
This here is <emp>our</emp> domain.
Kill 'em!
Run-Down Back Street
You?
We were about to send the boys to hunt you down.
Boss says kill 'em!
Mate, you walked into the wrong neighborhood.
Get 'em.
Do it quick.
Don't want to disturb the boss.
<emp>Eliminate the criminals preying on innocent folk in Denerim's back alleys</emp>
You've killed some of the low-lives that inhabit the back alleys of Denerim.
There are more left.
Starved Veteran
One less to worry about!
South-East Chamber Key
This small key is very old.
The metal is so worn by generations of use that it is nearly parchment-thin and extremely smooth.
Shattered Gates
Orphan Ollie
Bless you, ser!
For Queen Anora!
Bring 'em down for the regent!
Main Hall Key
An ancient key, forged from an unfamiliar yellow-green metal.
Got one!
Choose if the player died in the final battle with the archdemon or not.
Would you like to configure any other details?
(Simple Setup) - Start Epilogue
- Killed Archdemon - Made Deal with Morrigan
No - Start the Epilogue
Alistair and Anora Married
Cancel
Something Wicked
Epilogue
Funeral
You shouldn't be spending so much time here.
Let's not give Bhelen cause to be suspicious.
<emp>Help Ser Otto discover what is going on in the Alienage</emp>
You met a blind templar, Ser Otto, who says that something is very wrong in the Alienage.
He's asked you to be his eyes and look around for anything suspicious.
<emp>Help Ser Otto discover what is going on in the Alienage</emp>
Ser Otto is heading to the abandoned orphanage to investigate the source of the strange phenomena in the Alienage.
Human Man
Uh, any chance you see a way out?
Do you often "look around" houses that don't belong to you?
Please, leave.
<emp>Bring the tracing of the golem registry to the Shaperate</emp>
You made a tracing of the golem registry that you found close to the Anvil of the Void.
Oghren said that the shaper would be interested in it and would most likely pay a great deal for it.
You gave the tracing of the golem registry to the shaper.
He was very pleased to have it.
The Golem Registry
An unseen force holds these doors.
Bryland
<emp>Help Ser Otto discover what is going on in the Alienage</emp>
After killing a demon, Ser Otto suggests going further to the attached building.
He feels that he is close to the source of the problems.
Dulin
You failed to protect Ser Otto.
Whatever his plan was to cleanse the orphanage is now lost with his death.
<emp>Find someone who would be interested in the golem registry</emp>
You made a tracing of the golem registry that you found close to the Anvil of the Void.
Surely someone in Orzammar will be interested in this.
Isolde
Kardol
You killed the demon at the heart of the elven orphanage but not before it killed Ser Otto.
The haunting and supernatural unrest are now over.
You've found more clues pointing to something unexplained and perhaps sinister at work.
Ser Otto would be interested in your findings.
<emp>Talk to Ser Otto</emp>
You've found many clues that point to something horribly wrong in the area.
You should report them back to Ser Otto.
Teagan
Noble Hunter
Pinch of Sacred Ash
This ash is so fine it is almost textureless.
It is, however, still warm to the touch, as if it has only recently been taken from the fire.
Vartag
Zerlinda
Ser Otto
Vial of Dragons Blood
The contents of this vial seem almost to glow.
The glass is hot to the touch.
Start Epilogue (With current settings)
That's enough talk for now, I think.
Deranged Beggar
I don't think we have much of a chance.
It's tonight or nothing.
I wouldn't stick around, if I were you.
You in charge, now?
You should talk to Murdock.
He's heading up the militia.
Pool of Blood
Is it over?
Thank the Maker for you.
Wait... what's happening?
Where are you going?
Are we going now?
Wait, where are you going?
What's happening to me?
Hey!
Dead Dog
<desc>This feral dog looks almost rabid.</desc>
<desc>Growls</desc>
Feral Dog
Vault
'Tis about time!
That was most--
Wait!
What is this?
No, not this again!
I refuse!
And yet this gives me no peace.
I wish to leave this place--
No!
More trickery?
What is happening?
Well!
That was bracing!
There's nothing like a good racking, is there?
Hmm?
What are you doing?
Where are you going?
<emp>Look for more clues</emp>
You've found a young female elf who has been driven insane by recent trauma.
She said there were "bad men" in the nearby abandoned orphanage.
<emp>Look for more clues</emp>
You found a dead rabid dog in the heart of the city.
<emp>Look for more clues</emp>
You found a feral dog that looks like it's close to going rabid.
<emp>Look for more clues</emp>
You found a pool of uncongealed blood that smelled awful--like rotten eggs.
The pool looked fresh despite having been there for quite some time.
Orphanage
But playtime is over.
You all have to go back now.
Oh, here I am!
And there you are!
You just disappeared.
Well, no matter!
How did I get here?
What happened to all those luscious wood nymphs?
You tried to keep us apart.
You led us from each other because you fear us.
Don't you?
You made a dangerous enemy, demon, by toying with my mind.
A-ha!
Got lost, did you?
Well, here's this demon fellow.
What say we make him sorry?
Ah.
It has found its way back to me.
Excellent.
Now it can watch me pop this demon's head like an overripe grape.
Yes.
I am here.
And it is time to finish this.
I have had enough of cages.
You will not hold us, demon.
We found each other in this place and you cannot stand against us.
If you go back quietly, I'll do better this time.
I'll make you much happier.
Post-Coronation
In my time in the Alienage I've come to feel there is... something sinister at work here.
What exactly, I know not.
Enough small talk.
How can I help you?
City Gates Assault
I need reinforcements!
You're pathetic!
Good.
That one's out of the way.
Hail.
Form up!
Die, mongrel!
Throw this one in the gutter with the trash.
Even a powerful qunari like Sten could probably not withstand the darkspawn invasion of Lothering.
Sten is dead.
Set up "Something Wicked."
For Redcliffe!
It is unlikely that you will ever learn the identity of the fallen templar.
Worn Amulet
A worn and tarnished silver amulet, caked in dirt.
What's the clap?
Are dwarves <emp>really</emp> that short because they didn't eat their peas?
Landsmeet Chamber
Where's the tarragon?
I had it here a moment ago.
Refugee Boy
Deserted Building
<emp>Find and eradicate the maleficarum in the Alienage</emp>
You found a partially burned journal on a dead templar named Ser Friden.
In it you learn that Friden defied his superiors by helping an unnamed templar investigate reports of blood mages in Denerim.
His investigation led him to a deserted building in the back alleys of Denerim.
Friden's last entry indicates that he's been spotted, and he implores anyone reading this journal to deal with the blood mages hidden in the city.
The Last Request
Ser Friden's Journal
A leather-bound journal that was found on the body of a dead templar.
Teleport to zzstart.
<emp>Find and eradicate the maleficarum in the Alienage</emp>
Ser Friden was correct--there are blood mages hidden in Denerim.
You encountered them in a secret underground complex that was entered through a bookcase.
Clean out all of the maleficarum and fulfill the templar's last request.
You've defeated the blood mage leader.
If Ser Friden were still alive, he would no doubt be grateful.
Deepstalker
I haveta go potty.
You're all going to die.
Officer
City Gates Defense
Guard Uniform
A regulation Fereldan Army uniform.
Blood Mage Leader
311722 	: Rosebud.
Who in Andraste's name are you?
Hey!
Hey, you don't belong back here!
Magical Barrier
Open Market
What would Irving say if he found out you were up to nonsense with a rod <emp>I</emp> helped you obtain?
No rod for you.
Off you go now.
I'd avoid Leorah if I were you, she's been rather testy lately.
Broodmother Tentacle
Senior Enchanter Leorah, over there.
Who knows.
I'm not going to ask her why she's irritable.
Women hate those kinds of questions.
She won't even let us get extra supplies from the cavern stores.
Just keeps it locked up and pretends she hasn't heard us asking.
I should get back to my experiments.
I wouldn't want anything to blow up while I'm talking to you.
I wouldn't hold my breath.
She's been an utter pain lately.
Hope you're having a good day.
Who?
Do you think she'll sign my form?
I'll do that, thanks.
Ugh, this is infuriating.
Another batch destroyed.
Say... have you seen Owain?
Is he in the stockroom?
Yes, I just spoke to him.
Oh.
Excellent.
He wasn't there last I looked.
I hope he still has some cinnabar lying around.
When I asked last week he said he was running out.
And I know there's some in the caverns but Leorah just keeps that door locked and won't let any of us in there.
I suppose I'll have to go check myself.
Well, I don't know.
He might have gone to the privy.
The Tranquil still function like us... mostly.
Rats.
Still hasn't returned to his post? <desc>Sighs</desc> Maybe I'll just go over there and wait for him to come back.
Why would he be anywhere else?
No.
He isn't.
I don't know.
She won't say.
Well, enough talk.
I need to head to the stockroom to see if I can pry more supplies from Owain.
Yes, that one.
The tower's built right into the rocks that rise up from the lake.
There's a system of caves in there which the Circle's used as storage space for centuries now.
Even the basement was originally part of the cave system, it's just been made over with stone and plaster.
Don't you have something better to do?
You mean that door in the wall?
Caverns?
Good day to you both.
Ah, the Grey Warden, and our newest mage.
Is there anything I can do for you?
Why aren't you letting anyone into the cavern stores?
Oh, that's nothing you need to concern yourself with.
We don't want to bore our guest with the tiresome details of the day-to-day running of the Circle, do we?
I am sure it would be fascinating, dear lady.
Oh, you're too kind.
But if you'll excuse me, I have quite a bit of work to attend to.
Senior Enchanter Leorah, in charge of the Circle's laboratory.
I am pleased to make your acquaintance.
And I yours.
This is a fascinating laboratory.
<desc>Sigh</desc> There are just... things... in there that I would prefer to keep... safe.
That leads to the Circle's cavern store-rooms.
There are caves running through the rock that the Circle is built upon.
Fascinating.
Are you stealing from the Circle's stores?
What things?
What's that door over there?
No!
Of course not!
I just have...
I...
I am in the midst of stock-taking.
Checking inventory.
And I... can't let anyone in there in case they... mess things up.
Yes.
Sensitive magical materials and substances, of course.
Yes, but I...
But of course you know this.
No.
I can't let anyone in there just now.
No, that's something the Tranquil deal in.
This store-room is for raw magical materials and alchemical substances.
Lyrium, basilisk blood, and so on.
Keep safe?
Aren't the Circle's stores meant to be used?
Can I look inside the cavern?
Do you have rods of fire in there?
Can you unlock the door for me?
I'll just go then.
Quite a while.
Don't wait up.
W-wait!
No, don't!
I...
Look, I'll tell you the truth, just keep it to yourself.
Because I... am taking a break.
I hate the musty smell of caves, and I... <desc>sigh</desc>
How long is that supposed to take then?
You're hiding something in there.
I'm telling Irving.
So why are you out here and not in there?
There is an infestation of spiders in the caves.
I don't know how they got in there but it's probably my fault.
I was promoted to senior enchanter less than a fortnight ago and I don't want anyone to find out.
They'll think I'm incompetent!
I've just been so busy with my new duties I haven't had time to clear out the infestation.
Well, are you?
If you sign this form, I'll deal with the spiders.
Good luck with that then.
I...
I hope not...
I mean, no!
I'm a good mage!
I suppose I could be up for some spider-killing.
You are the second child of King Endrin Aeducan and in your veins runs the noble blood of the Paragon Aeducan.
Today, you will be named Orzammar's newest commander.
All of Orzammar is celebrating your appointment and you have the opportunity to take a look at all the activities going on.
You are Orzammar's newest commander, and your father chose you for a mission that will bring glory and honor to your house.
While the other commanders and the Grey Wardens strike at the darkspawn in the Deep Roads, you will lead a small group to a lost thaig, to recover the legendary Shield of Aeducan--the shield carried by your house's Paragon.
Trian is dead and you have been named the murderer by your traitorous brother Bhelen.
You have been arrested for the crime of fratricide and await judgment by the noble Assembly.
Dwarf Noble Story So Far
You are one of the dwarven casteless, seen as the lowest of the low.
You and your sister, Rica, have survived so far by selling your services to the crime lord, Beraht.
It seems that Beraht has some tasks he needs you to do today, and until Rica finds a noble patron, you're the one who can keep him happy.
You were caught impersonating a warrior in the Provings.
For the casteless, this crime is punishable by death.
You were taken away by the guards but somehow you are still alive and in one of Beraht's hideouts.
It seems that he wants the pleasure of killing you himself.
Dwarf Commoner Story So Far
Oh thank you.
I'm sure I'll get to it today.
Oh, your form for the rod of fire?
Yes, I could do that, if you clear out the infestation.
Hmm?
You need a rod of fire.
Interesting.
Well, your proposal sounds fair.
Clear out the store-rooms and I will sign your form.
Chamberlain
I could use some, I'm sure.
I've been too busy with my new duties--I haven't been able to deal with the spiders.
If you cleared them out for me I would owe you a favor.
A big one.
What about signing this form?
I really have nothing to offer you.
There are things in the store-rooms, of course, but I'm not at liberty to just give them away.
All right.
I'll do it.
Charmed Templar
Wonderful!
Here is the key.
Oh, and be careful in there.
I'd really like to keep the damage done to the Circle's property to a minimum.
Then you're on your own.
Good luck.
Well, I'm not going anywhere and I doubt the spiders are either.
Though they might be breeding...
Ah!
You need a senior enchanter to authorize your request for that rod!
If you help me, I'll sign the form.
I'm a mage, I don't have a vast personal fortune.
You could pilfer some items from the stores but I...
I don't recommend it!
That's all?
Have a nice day.
Is there something you want?
Then good day to you.
So, are there still spiders in the store-rooms?
Why aren't you in there checking inventory like you said?
Nothing, just passing by.
I'll just leave you to your work then.
Arise, my pets!
Your mistress commands it!
Come to me!
Fight and die for desire!
Unfortunately.
As much as I'd like them to, they don't just disappear.
If you help me with my little... problem, I'll authorize your request.
How does that sound?
Can you sign this form for me?
I thought I told you to ask someone else about that.
I really would rather you not bother me with these things.
Rod of fire?
No.
I'm not signing this.
I don't know what you need it for and I barely know you.
Ask someone else.
Is there anything else you can give me?
Oh, wonderful!
You're a life-saver.
Now where was that form you wanted me to sign?
Right... there you go.
How's that?
It was a pleasure.
You'll go far in the Circle, I bet.
Oh, I will.
Thank you again.
Oh.
Wait... you didn't leave the door open, did you?
Here it is.
Excellent!
Thank you.
Just promise to keep those spiders away in future.
It'll do.
A rod of fire?
Hmm.
Oh... sure.
I could sign that.
What would it hurt?
Exactly.
I'll be here, keeping the crawlies away.
Thanks again.
Keeping the creepy-crawlies away?
No, thank the Maker.
You were pretty thorough.
I don't think I could have done a better job.
You owe me a favor.
How about signing this?
Seen any sign of more spiders?
I hope that rod of fire comes in useful.
It was the least I could do.
The hungry prisoner in the king's camp begged you for food, but you were unable to give him any.
I'm sorry, I can't talk right now.
We all heard about your Harrowing.
Congratulations.
Senior Mage Leorah, grateful to you for having cleared out the spiders, has signed your request form for the rod of fire.
... that's not likely.
The Chantry would do something before it came to that.
Will they?
They haven't done anything and I've heard that the Aequitarians are starting to soften a little on the Libertarian position.
Sympathy for a position isn't the same as support.
Yet.
As far as I know, most Aequitarians prefer to remain allied with the Loyalists.
You can see why, don't you?
Just think of what the Chantry would do if suddenly the Circles were petitioning for more independence, or even a split.
Won't be pretty.
Ah, those short-sighted Libertarians.
They'll get their way and take us all down with them.
Hello.
Congratulations on your Harrowing last night.
Good work.
Getting back to your studies so quickly after the Harrowing?
Most mages need at least a week to recuperate.
But no matter.
It's good to see you're so eager to get back to work.
What exactly are you doing with the rod?
Evidently.
Well, bring me your proposal and I'll look over it.
Will you sign this form?
I am studying fire.
Er.
Burning things.
Never mind. 
A brief overview of the research you intend to do.
Properly referenced and footnoted.
Well, you need to lay out your ideas and methods clearly.
As my mentor told me: if you fail to plan, you plan to fail.
Ah, a funny one, I see.
Er.
All right.
Basically, you're going to... burn plants?
Um, I see.
Well, take a look at Ines Arancia's Botanical Compendium.
It might help you get started.
But I'm still not sure what exactly you're trying to research.
Bring me your proposal and I'll look over it.
Ah, the Fraternities of the Enchanters.
You probably haven't heard of them.
It's best not to get tangled up in Circle politics.
More trouble than it's worth really. <desc>Sigh</desc>
Fair enough.
Good day to you.
Proposal?
I don't have one.
Oh.
Er.
Perhaps later.
I'm studying the combustible properties of marsh flora.
I need controlled heat to isolate the active reagents.
It's for a good cause.
What were you talking about earlier?
Thank you, but I can't stay to chat.
Wooded Hills
Gate Lever
Uh... oh!
They're found in all Circles throughout Thedas, groups of enchanters who hold similar viewpoints who band together to make their voices heard.
The most influential Fraternity are the Aequitarians.
They're moderates, and believe in a code of conduct that all mages should adhere to.
Then there are the Chantry apologists, the Loyalists.
The Chantry says something and they follow it to the letter.
The Lucrosians just want to make money, and the Isolationists would like us all to be hermits and live on an island.
Then, of course, there are the Libertarians.
They want more power for the Circle, more autonomy.
Ha!
If I had to, I'd say I was an Aequitarian.
But I ducked out of the fray a long time ago.
Most of the senior enchanters are Aequitarians: Irving, Wynne, Sweeney.
Uldred's a Libertarian, and a loud one at that.
That's what they would say.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Mages have enough opposition from the outside without tearing our Circles apart with in-fighting.
But what can you do?
An idealist, I see.
Well, if you're going to change the world, you should get started immediately.
Lots of world to cover.
Tell me about the Fraternities.
Which do you belong to?
Isn't that a good thing?
Thanks, that was interesting.
Giving up doesn't help anyone.
Hidden Room
Melora
Ruined Thaig
Hello.
Were you looking for something?
Me?
Not even close.
I think I may be promoted to enchanter soon, however.
I hear Irving's decided I'm ready to mentor other students.
Oh, the Fraternities.
Groups of mages with a common agenda.
A senior enchanter.
Are you one?
What were you talking to that other mage about?
In Andraste's name!
For the glory of the Maker!
Stairs Up
Stairs Down
Dreaming Templar
Did we?
I apologize if I've forgotten.
This place... it does strange things to your mind.
I am Niall, if you didn't know already.
Didn't we speak once?
Cursed Mage
Hunger Demon
<desc>Sigh</desc> I think we should all be Isolationists.
Stay in some remote mountain town far away from the mundanes who hate us.
Why don't you go off then?
If we run away, they'll never learn not to fear us.
Templar's Body
I'd go hide alone in the wilds if I could.
But you know they'd just brand me an apostate and hunt me down.
There is no leaving the Circle.
It's till death do us part.
Romantic, isn't it?
They'll never learn that.
They don't want to.
I'm Niall, a mage, just like you.
I've seen you around, haven't I?
I must have.
Well, there are lots of them here.
Are you a senior enchanter?
Just books.
Entrance
Templar Spirit
Darkspawn Emissary
Fade Pedestal (Exit)
Hello again.
If you leave the Circle, you become an apostate.
And the punishment for leaving is death.
Pretty grim, huh?
All right.
Have a good day.
Apostate?
I can't stay to chat.
Tell me about apostates again.
Still here?
Go on.
Get started on that then.
For the Divine!
Maker have pity on your soul.
...?
Suit of Armor
I'm just curious!
That templar, Cullen, said it was the quickest, cleanest Harrowing he'd ever seen!
He says she's very talented and very brave.
Well, he would, wouldn't he?
I just know I'll be terrified when my time comes.
Like Wendell was.
He threw up every day for the next week just thinking about it...
He must be so talented.
Someone sounds jealous.
Did you hear anything?
Is he all right?
Is he awake?
<emp>Explore the Raw Fade</emp>
Exploring the Raw Fade might give you some clues on how you might escape this trap you're in.
At the heart of the Raw Fade was a desire demon and her minions.
You defeated them and are now one step closer to escaping the Fade.
<emp>Explore the Raw Fade</emp>
You can sense something hiding in the Raw Fade.
There has to be a way to reveal what it's concealing and allow further progress in this strange place.
I've heard of hedge witches who've manage to survive on their own, eluding the Circle for a lifetime.
But if the templars discover them... well, you know what happens.
Then there are stories about the Dalish elf clans having great magic, but who knows what's truth and what's fiction when it comes to the Dalish?
The grass is always greener on the other side, isn't it?
It's better to never be brought to the Circle than to try to escape it.
I wouldn't risk it though.
So they say.
There must be mages who aren't part of a Circle.
Why would anyone leave the Circle?
It's a punishment well-deserved.
Oh, excuse me!
I didn't hear you come in.
I'm sorry, I'm terribly busy right now.
I have to prepare the room before the Grey Warden is done at his meeting with Irving.
Yes.
Duncan, his name is.
He must be here to talk to Irving about something important.
You know, I almost became a Grey Warden once.
Ah, yes, I am.
I just get carried away sometimes.
I apologize and wish you a good day.
They are an order of brave and noble warriors, sworn to give their lives to defeat the darkspawn.
There's a Grey Warden here?
Really?
I thought you said you were busy.
What's a Grey Warden?
I won't bother you then.
There were several of us chosen, though the Grey Wardens only wanted one recruit--they only ever have one mage, you see...
No, I'm not!
You're lying.
I think they thought I was the best candidate, but I was young and foolish and I said I wasn't interested.
They picked someone else instead, and that was that.
I've regretted it ever since.
Ah, well, I should get back to my work.
No, no!
Phooey!
Oh, very good.
Ah.
There you are.
You are to be moved out of the apprentices' dormitory and these are to be your new quarters.
The Tranquil will move your belongings this afternoon.
Go on.
Make yourself comfortable.
Oh dear.
This won't do at all, will it?
Andraste's blessings be upon you, child.
Oh, thank you, dear.
Owen's Key
A plain iron key.
May I have a moment of your time, dear?
Oh, that sounds very nice, dear.
Do you really think that's wise?
Oh my.
Watch your hands!
This is Andraste's house, I'll have you know!
Knight-Commander Greagoir
<emp>Escape from the burning tower</emp>
You find yourself in a burning tower.
Maybe there are clues and tools here that can help you escape the Fade.
<emp>Escape from the burning tower</emp>
You've found a templar that appears to be dreaming.
He may be linked to your way out.
<emp>Find a way past the reinforced door</emp>
After you defeated the templar, he gave you the ability to switch into a different form.
In this form, you are immune to fire and are burning yourself.
Being able to walk through fire might be useful.
The way forward is blocked by a massive, reinforced door.
You need to find some way to use either brute strength or trickery to destroy or circumvent this seemingly impenetrable barrier.
You defeated the rage demon at the center of the burning tower.
There's nothing left to do in this part of the Fade.
Wraith
<emp>Escape from the darkspawn nightmare</emp>
You've entered a darkspawn-infested nightmare.
There needs to be a way to "solve" this dream.
<emp>Consult the templar for clues</emp>
You've found the spirit of a templar that is trapped in the Fade.
Perhaps he has clues to help you escape.
<emp>Escape from the darkspawn nightmare</emp>
The templar has given you the ability to shift into a spirit form that allows you to see things that you normally couldn't.
Past a massive door more of the nightmare awaits.
You defeated a powerful darkspawn emissary and are done with this section of the Fade.
I've removed them from the library.
I was... advised it might be unwise to leave them where any apprentice may read them.
They will be put away somewhere very safe.
Now is there anything else?
Why do you have books on blood magic on your desk?
And stay down!
Miserable cur!
Why don't you show me what you've got?
Fall back...
That's stupid.
Keep it up, and you'll need to part your hair to take a leak.
There's a thief in here!
Someone get backup!
I'm gonna rip you a new one!
Die, scum!
Give me a hand!
Over here, you little runt.
Maker...
Hold it!
I wonder what Cook's making?
Get moving.
Filthy elf-lover!
I want a word with you.
I wouldn't try it.
You keep pushing me.
We'll see who ends up bleeding.
Blighted little thief!
Fall, blast you!
Die!
You'll never be my better!
I knew I shouldn't have worn this undershirt.
Maker!
I need to have a word with you.
I suppose so.
Don't tempt fate.
You want to end your days in a cell?
Keep it up.
That's funny...
Then I give you my word.
Aren't you sick and tired of the Circle running your life?
You could get out of here with us.
You'll be out of here and gone before they can even dispatch a messenger to the city.
You're talented and clever.
You could take your phylactery back from your hunters, if you wish.
You have so much power.
Once you're free... they wouldn't be able to stop you.
My phylactery has been taken to Denerim.
I'm still trapped.
I suppose I could.
Font of Strength
Essence of Cunning
Essence of Dexterity
Essence of Constitution
Essence of Willpower
Essence of Magic
<emp>Investigate this nightmare</emp>
You find yourself in a grim copy of the Circle Tower.
You should investigate this nightmare.
<emp>Find a way past the flame barrier</emp>
The way forward is blocked by an inferno.
Somewhere else in the Fade, you need to find something that will allow you to get by this barrier.
<emp>Explore more of the nightmare</emp>
You've safely passed through the flame barrier.
Now you can explore this nightmare further.
<emp>Help the cursed mage</emp>
You've found a cursed mage who is being tortured by Chantry priests.
Perhaps if you assist him, he can help you further.
<emp>Put the golem form to use</emp>
The cursed mage has given you the ability to turn into a golem.
The golem form seems very powerful and should be able to smash through practically anything with ease.
You've killed the hunger demon at the center of this nightmare.
This part of the Fade is complete.
Key to the Inner Sanctum
Door to the Inner Sanctum
Done
- Killed Archdemon - No Deal with Morrigan
- Killed Archdemon - Deal with Morrigan
- Killed Archdemon - No deal with Morrigan
- Killed Archdemon (No Morrigan 4 him)
Give me a full party
Alistair Sole King
Anora Sole Queen
No one has to know you were involved.
When Lily and I are gone, they'll blame us for any damage caused.
I'm not leaving the tower and I don't want trouble.
I've no idea!
You don't think he's involved in this, do you?
Perhaps he... was sent to kill Bryce?
Oh dear... have you seen him?
Where is the Grey Warden?
<emp>Get through the templar's nightmare</emp>
You've found yourself in a nightmarish version of the Circle Tower that appears to confirm all of a templar's worst fears about mages.
Perhaps getting through this nightmare will help you get out of the Fade.
So far.
I'll be fighting darkspawn soon enough.
I don't look forward to it.
With the Maker's luck, I'll live through it all to tell my grandchildren a tale or two.
Here's to hoping you can do the same.
Good to see you, too, Murdock.
Well, super.
How odd.
We now have a dog and Alistair is still the dumbest one in the party.
Awww.
Poor fella.
So many comments come to mind I cannot even begin to choose...
And yet we still have Alistair along...
<desc>He whines sadly and walks away.</desc>
I remember you, boy.
The sick mabari from Ostagar!
Some of you were friends, companions... some of you even loved her.
<emp>Get through the templar's nightmare</emp>
You encountered a templar dreamer in the nightmarish version of the Circle tower.
Unfortunately you were unable to reach him in time, and he has succumbed to the nightmare.
<emp>Get through the templar's nightmare</emp>
You have defeated a pride demon at the center of the templar's nightmare.
Second Hub Entrance
Alchemical Laboratory
Third Hub Entrance
Fourth Hub Entrance
Wilhelm's Cottage
Windmill
Path to Castle
Dwyn's Home
Tavern
316057 	: 316058 	: 316059 	: 316124 	: Armoire
Vanity
Later?
If you haven't noticed, we're not out for a leisurely stroll in the woods here!
Mercenary
Alistair's Nightmare
That's it then!
We're finished!
We can't get in.
You mean through that door?
That door probably leads to another part of the repository.
What are the chances of there being another entrance?
No.
I'll take any chance I can get.
We can't get into the chamber the way we planned, but we're not about to give up.
Yes.
Let's hope they haven't warded that door as well.
Then let's pray the Maker smiles on us.
I don't know.
Do you think it's another way in?
No, Jowan.
Don't give up!
Look, here's another door.
Perhaps there is another way in.
Do we have a choice?
The rod will work on <emp>those</emp> locks, shouldn't it?
And it might be guarded.
Onward then.
Or we could just forget this foolishness and leave.
It's worth a try.
I'm sorry, Jowan.
Oh, that's not good...
Wow, that old wall's about to come down any moment.
Oh.
I see.
<desc>This wall is crumbling.
If you find something powerful, you might be able to knock it down.</desc>
Sloth Demon's Sanctum
Why are you going back there?
It's quicker this way and I think this door can be opened from the inside.
I can't wait to get out of here.
These things are... not of the Maker.
We can see where this door leads, but I don't think it'll be easy... it looks locked, for one.
The... the mages' prison.
No... please, no.
Not there!
Get 'em!
Ha!
Good riddance!
She is a danger.
To all of us.
He is a danger.
To all of us.
Stay down!
And you.
You were in a repository full of magics that are locked away for a reason.
Did you take anything important from the repository?
Very well.
I believe you.
But your antics have made a mockery of this Circle!
Ah... what are we to do with you?
And what about that staff?
Didn't I put that away two years ago?
I'll be taking that back now, if you don't mind.
Shall we add thievery to your list of misdemeanors, then?
Hmph.
Some honesty, at last.
<act>Lie</act> No.
Yes.
This staff.
There was nothing I wanted there.
Yes, this staff, and you can have it back if you like.
<emp>Escape from the darkspawn nightmare</emp>
Using the golem form, you bashed down the door to go further into the nightmare.
We can't trust anybody.
Especially each other.
Oh, the solution is so simple.
We . everyone.
How delightful.
Tower of Ishal - level 3
<emp>Hunt down the demons</emp>
You defeated one of the demons that dwelled in the center of a nightmare.
Defeating all the demons may lead you to the sloth demon that controls them and keeps you captive.
<emp>Escape the Fade</emp>
You have defeated many demons and successfully navigated the perilous dream world of the Fade.
The way to the sloth demon, your captor, is now clear.
Defeat it and earn your freedom.
<desc>There is an indentation here that seems to match the Aeducan signet ring perfectly.</desc>
<desc>The lid of the sarcophagus slides away, revealing a small hollow that contains the Shield of Aeducan.</desc>
<act>Press your signet ring against the indentation.</act>
Heart Path Debug
Have you opened the way?
To the Heart of the Forest.
Dog's Nightmare
Choose who is king / queen.
Configure who is King / Queen
No Change (Go back)
Configure who attends epilogue.
Have all people possible in epilogue.
Welcome to the king's camp, my lady.
Halt where you are.
I shall cut you where you stand!
<desc>Nothing else happens.
The sarcophagus is already open.</desc>
<desc>Sigh</desc> You again.
What do you want?
Oh.
It's you.
The one they're all talking about.
Shouldn't you be out there celebrating with the rest of them?
Don't think I'll take kindly to your intrusion just because your one of my kind.
You're a stranger just the same.
Name's Dwyn.
And this is my house. <emp>Private</emp> property, as they say.
Go on, out!
I must admit, Warden, I am at a loss myself.
It lies with Prince Bhelen or Lord Harrowmont, and they are slow to trust anyone in these uncertain times.
Dulin Forender, Harrowmont's man, can be found at the Harrowmont estate.
Vartag Gavorn, Prince Bhelen's second, is often here in the Assembly.
Is there any way I can break this stalemate?
That's nice.
But teaching is <emp>so</emp> exhausting.
Away with you now.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I told you he wasn't going to help us.
I can't?
You have so much to learn about the Fade, little mortal.
Mouse wants to learn.
Teach him.
You can't just suggest something and then change your mind!
It's useless talking to you.
Like this?
Am I a bear?
It feels... heavy.
Then please tell my daughter to come home and forget her crazy ideas.
I'll be going now.
Leliana's Nightmare
Basement - Cellar
Castle Entrance
Main Floor
This is a Glory Proving, fought under the watchful eyes of the Paragons of Orzammar for our honored guests, the Grey Wardens.
The warrior Everd, son of Galten, will fight Lenka, Silent Sister-in-training.
She has made her vows, but not completed her blooding.
Will she be accepted into the legendary order?
That will depend on her performance today...
The warrior Everd, son of Galten, will fight last year's Journeyman Division champion Adalbo, proven in glory before the Stone.
The warrior Everd, son of Galten, will fight Officer Mainar, survivor of the battle at Kar Elerin!
Secret Door
The winner is Everd!
South Eastern Chambers
Cultist Chambers
Indeed?
They're gone?
It's true.
I saw the bastard running for the hills, myself.
All of them?
By yourself?
Its true.
I saw it from my post.
It was over so fast we didn't even have time to get over there.
Portal
The Keeper told me I'm to accompany you back to those caves.
As her apprentice, I may see something you missed.
But our main objective is to find Tamlen, of course.
Less than I'd like to.
I know some of our old magic, as the Keeper does, and I'll know about these relics if I see them.
The Keeper isn't sending me to collect anything, however.
We're worried about Tamlen.
How much of our lore do you know?
Healer, see to his injuries.
You freed Morrigan from the clutches of a demon pretending to be her mother, Flemeth.
Oddly enough, she was swept away from you again after that.
Morrigan is on her own, for now.
Sten seemed to be aware that he was in the Fade; he was just unwilling to leave.
You persuaded him to leave his friends to come with you, but appear to have lost him somewhere along the way.
No doubt you'll come across Sten again.
Wynne was caught in a nightmare, surrounded by the dead bodies of the apprentices she had failed to save.
You rescued her from that horrible scenario, but she is again lost in the mists of the Fade.
Hopefully, you will find her again soon.
Zevran was reliving his initiation into the Antivan Crows, a process that seemed to involve painful torture.
You released him from his torturers but you seem to be separated again.
Morrigan's Nightmare
Greetings, Commander.
Lord Meino's men have taken this tunnel.
The one assigned to your party is down the path a-ways.
Oghren's Nightmare
Right.
I did.
Goodbye.
In the months that followed his coronation, Alistair surprised many by studying the art of governance and doing his best to rule the kingdom with a fair and even hand.
He proved quite popular with the people, his humor and easy grace winning them over as much as his willingness to sneak out of the castle and mingle in the lower-class taverns on occasion.
<FirstName/>, as Alistair's chancellor, was a regular face at court--at least for a time.
Alistair deferred to his advisor's judgment on most matters, and when the king traveled away from the capital, as he did often, he was more than willing to leave the throne entirely in <FirstName/>'s hands.
In the months that followed their wedding, Alistair and Anora fell into the routine of ruling Ferelden.
Anora was a skilled governor, adept at matters of court and more than willing to spend her time judging matters of law from the throne... and Alistair was quite happy to let her do so.
He traveled frequently, making personal appearances that delighted commoners to no end.
In the months that followed his coronation, Alistair proved to be a popular king... if largely unwilling to involve himself in matters of governing.
He traveled often, making appearances in towns throughout Ferelden to the great delight of the commoners.
They referred to him as a king with the "common touch," even if a few knew it was a simple aversion to life at court.
<FirstName/>, as Alistair's chancellor, was the face most often seen at court.
In truth, the chancellor ruled the nation, and did so with King Alistair's blessing.
Whenever the chancellor left Denerim on personal affairs, the business of the court effectively came to a standstill.
News that the Urn of Sacred Ashes had been found in Ferelden did not spread outside the Chantry until Brother Genitivi made an announcement several months after the defeat of the darkspawn.
The manuscript detailing his research and his experience with Andraste's cult drew huge interest among scholars throughout Thedas.
Attempts to verify Brother Genitivi's claims, however, proved impossible.
Agents of the Chantry sent into the mountains found little more than empty ruins.
There were no cultists, and more importantly, no Sacred Ashes.
Several years later, Genitivi's research was declared fiction and his work discredited.
He killed himself not long afterwards.
When the next snows began to fall, the high dragon of the temple made its first appearance in the skies over Ferelden.
As it laid waste to the countryside in its rampage, rumors began to circulate of a strange cult that believed this was Andraste returned.
Efforts to locate the dragon's lair failed, and no connection was made to the Urn of Sacred Ashes, while the cult rapidly gained converts.
Following months of grim effort, the templars cleared the last remaining spirits from the Circle Tower, making it safe to rebuild a home for Ferelden's Circle of Magi.
Rumors of what happened increased the common folk's distrust of mages, and more than one young apprentice claimed to encounter mages thought long dead still wandering in the Fade.
Former First Enchanter Irving was imprisoned along with a number of other survivors and inspected carefully by the Chantry for any signs of demonic possession.
After more than a year, he was finally released.
His spirit broken, Irving allowed himself to be sent to the Circle of Val Royeaux in Orlais, where he served as an administrator for the remainder of his days.
Once the tower was rebuilt, Knight-Commander Greagoir stepped down from his post and retired to a life of private contemplation as a brother in the Chantry.
His health failed over time, and after refusing treatment, he perished in his sleep.
Knight-Commander Cullen was said to be more strict and less trusting of the mages even than Greagoir was.
He ruled the Circle with fear.
Following months of effort, the tower of the Circle of Magi was finally cleansed of the last spirits to slip through the Veil.
No further abominations were created, and First Enchanter Irving was pleased to declare the Circle safe.
All that could be saved had been.
The young templar Cullen never quite recovered from his ordeal.
After months of attempting to convince his superiors that the tower was still a danger, he finally snapped and killed three apprentices before being stopped by his fellow templars.
Eventually, Cullen escaped from prison, a madman and a threat to any mage he encountered.
With a new bann in the Landsmeet to represent them, the city-born elves found a better lot than ever.
New law gave the elves more trading rights and their own militia within the Alienage.
Resistance from humans saw a rise in violence in the city, however, which culminated in Shianni's murder by a human bigot several years later.
The resulting riot in the Alienage forced a crack-down from the throne, a clear signal that the tension with the elves had not been resolved.
A year later, Soris's marriage to a wealthy human woman caused a scandal in both parts of the city--resulting in a riot within the Alienage that forced a crack-down from the throne.
Angered, Soris resigned his title and left Ferelden with his new wife.
No new bann was named to replace him.
With <FirstName/> as their new voice, the elves became prosperous in a way they had never known... enough to draw elves from nearby lands, desperate for real hope.
The influx built ire among the human population and eventually resulted in a riot in Denerim, showing that as much as things change, they always stay the same.
Resistance from humans saw a rise in violence in the city, however, culminating in an angry mob outside the Landsmeet that stoned the new bann to death.
The resulting riot in the Alienage forced a crack-down from the throne, a clear signal that tensions with the elves were far from resolved.
With the slavers shut down in the Alienage, the lot of the city-born elves improved for a time.
The new king even named the local elder to his personal court--a scandal amongst the humans, but a sign of new hope to the elves.
Soris eventually got married--to a human woman, and one he loves deeply.
After the initial scandal, Soris left the city and settled in Highever, where he and his new wife had many children.
Distrusted by his fellow elves, Soris eventually left them and after a great deal of travel joined a thieves' guild in Orlais.
He enjoyed success there, at least for a time.
Shianni continued to be an outspoken member of the Alienage community, and in time became the new elder.
That outspokenness earned her frequent trouble, but served her people well.
Arl Eamon eventually returned to Redcliffe, beginning the long task of rebuilding.
The village was a ruin, however, and rumors that it was haunted kept people from returning in numbers.
The castle became near-empty, with only a handful of soldiers to man it.
Redcliffe itself dwindled in importance.
Lady Isolde bore her husband another child, this time a girl.
The birth was difficult, however, and Isolde died in Eamon's arms.
He named the child Rowan, after his own sister, and raised her with a loving hand.
When she began to exhibit affinity for magic at a young age, he gave her over to the Circle for training--but continued to visit her and loved her no less than before.
Connor was sent off to study at the Circle, and considering his earlier experiences, he excelled in his training and easily passed the Harrowing to become a full mage.
At his father's urging, Connor accepted a position in Tevinter to undertake formal study of the Fade.
While Eamon planned to send Connor to the Circle of Magi for training, the boy grew strangely ill and the trip was delayed... and then one day Connor simply disappeared entirely.
After a frantic search, he was eventually given up for lost.
His disappearance remains a mystery to this day.
Arl Eamon returned to Redcliffe, beginning the long task of rebuilding.
He found the village already bustling and eager to leave behind the memories of those terrible nights facing the undead.
Arl Eamon remained in Denerim for some time, acting as the chancellor and chief advisor to King Alistair.
Teagan ruled over Redcliffe in his stead, and was surprised to find himself well-loved by the villagers, who were still grateful for the nights he spent defending their lives.
In time, Eamon abdicated in favor of his brother... an event the locals greeted with approval and enthusiasm.
Bevin, Kaitlyn's young brother, eventually grew to become a famous adventurer in his own right.
One of his favorite stories to tell companions was how, as a young lad, he met <FirstName/>, who used his father's blade to save Redcliffe and then passed it back.
The tavern in Redcliffe village, now run by Bella, was renamed "The Grey Warden's Rest." It echoes with tales of how the hero of Ferelden saved the village and healed Arl Eamon with the Sacred Ashes of Andraste.
Few believe that such tall tales could possibly be true.
In the Brecilian Forest, the werewolves thrived for a time, living in the remains of the Dalish camp and enjoying recognition for their bravery at the siege of Denerim.
Even that goodwill was only to last so long, however.
Try though she might, the Lady of the Forest could not entirely suppress the werewolves' animal nature, nor her own... and eventually the curse spread into nearby human settlements.
The werewolf populations swelled, until finally the army of Ferelden was called in to deal with the threat permanently.
Many a werewolf died, but when the soldiers arrived at the old Dalish camp, they found it abandoned.
The Lady of the Forest was gone, as were her followers, who were not seen again.
The Dalish elves prospered after the siege at Denerim, having earned much respect for their part in the battle.
For once, human lands welcomed the wandering folk.
The new keeper, Lanaya, was respected both amongst the Dalish as well as in the Ferelden court.
She was a voice of reason, and other Dalish clans would turn to her to help resolve disputes with human folk.
In time, many of the Dalish clans moved to the new land provided for them in the south near Ostagar.
Wary of their human neighbors, however, tensions soon rose again... and only Keeper Lanaya's leadership kept peace alive.
Zathrian remained keeper of his clan for many years more, until finally he realized that the world was changing too quickly for him to keep pace.
He constantly argued with the human court, increasing tensions, until one day he simply vanished.
The Dalish searched for him, but it was obvious that he had left of his own volition and did not intend to return.
In time, many Dalish clans moved to the new land provided for them in the south near Ostagar.
Wary of their human neighbors, however, tensions soon rose again.
Despite hopes for another chance, many clans fear a repeat of their oldest lesson.
In Orzammar, King Bhelen quickly proved himself a reformer.
Trade with the surface lands increased and caste restrictions were loosened.
The casteless were permitted to take arms against the darkspawn in exchange for new freedoms.
For the first time in generations, the line in the Deep Roads was pushed back, and a few thaigs were reclaimed.
When the first human armies arrived from Ferelden, King Bhelen welcomed them with open arms.
Within months, the darkspawn were driven back as far as the Dead Trenches, and the first dwarven warrior to return with a relic retaken from the gates of Bownammar was greeted by cheering, jubilant crowds.
Bhelen's reforms quickly found him enemies within the warrior and noble castes, however, and after several assassination attempts, the Assembly was dissolved.
The king then ruled alone--some said as a tyrant, others said as a visionary determined to drag Orzammar into the modern world.
In Orzammar, King Harrowmont quickly put down Bhelen's rebellion and then passed a series of laws to please the clan lords.
Unfortunately, that isolated the dwarves even further from the surface.
Caste restrictions and the rights of the nobles both grew, and trade with the human lands was all but cut off.
When the first human armies arrived from Ferelden, they found themselves blocked at the city gates.
Harrowmont feared the disruption the humans would cause and permitted only limited aid in the form of equipment and herbal medicines.
After a law excluding the casteless from common areas of the city was passed, a rebellion saw the slums reduced practically to rubble.
Although outrage was widespread, the Assembly remained united behind King Harrowmont.
The Assembly posthumously declared <FirstName/> a Paragon, following months of deliberation... the first duster ever to receive the honor.
A new house was founded in his name, and so many casteless flocked to its banner that it became one of the largest in the city.
Brother Burkel's new chantry in Orzammar drew a surprising number of converts among the dwarves.
They quickly attracted a great deal of anger from more conservative quarters, and before long the Assembly severely restricted the Andrastians' rights.
Brother Burkel resisted, and was slain while being arrested during a peaceful demonstration in the Commons.
The Assembly claimed this was an accident, but news of the resulting riots reached the Chantry on the surface, where the Divine even contemplated a new Exalted March.
The dwarven mage, Dagna, ultimately completed her studies at the rebuilt Circle Tower.
Eventually, she published a comprehensive theory of how lyrium vapors relate to the supply of magic.
It gained a great deal of attention.
This inspired mages from other parts of Thedas to establish a new Circle of Magi in Orzammar itself, one that had ready access to dwarven lyrium... and lies outside the Chantry's power completely.
The willingness of Orzammar to harbor apostates sparked outrage that began whispers that the Divine was contemplating a new Exalted March.
It was not long before Branka mastered Caridin's technique, learning how to use the Anvil of the Void to create new golems--the first in many centuries.
The dwarven people greeted this news with cheers, though few knew of the cost.
At first, King Bhelen worked eagerly with Branka to provide subjects--willing or not--so that the golems could push the darkspawn back.
This arrangement was not to last, however.
Before long, Branka began to refuse to create golems only for the king, who soon banned use of the Anvil.
His men attacked Branka's fortress in the Deep Roads, forcing her to shut it tight.
As good as her word, Morrigan disappeared once the archdemon was slain.
Someone of Morrigan's description was seen traveling alone months later, heading west through the Frostback Mountains... and she may even have been with child.
The ring that Morrigan gave <FirstName/> remained in his possession.
She had once claimed that it formed a connection between the two, and there came a night when he was sure that she was thinking of him... somewhere.
She felt regret, and sorrow.
But the ring told no more.
There was no word of her after that.
With Flemeth dead--or at least gone--the chances of tracking her down were slim indeed.
One cannot help but wonder, however: What became of the child?
What were Morrigan's plans?
These questions must remain a mystery... for now.
As for the Grey Wardens, Alistair was as good as his word: The arling of Amaranthine was given to the order, and a new headquarters established there.
A statue of <FirstName/> towers over its entrance, in memory of one who made the ultimate sacrifice so that others might live.
<FirstName/>'s remains were transported with a full honor guard to the Grey Warden fortress of Weisshaupt in the Anderfels.
There they were installed in the tomb alongside those of the four others who have made that same sacrifice to defeat a Blight.
Wynne remained in service to the throne of Ferelden for a time, politely refusing the position of first enchanter when it was offered to her.
After almost a year, she quietly collected her things and announced that she was journeying to see more of the world before her time came... and then she was gone.
Sten bowed once before <FirstName/>'s remains and then left without a word, returning to his homeland.
His honor had been restored, and when fellow qunari asked if there were worthy people outside Par Vollen, Sten would answer that in all his travels he had only met a single one.
Oghren accepted a position as a general in the army of Ferelden, the first dwarf ever promoted so high, and eventually both sobered up and married.
When his first daughter was born, Oghren held her in his arms and wept--and named her after the friend who had changed his life so long ago.
For a time, Shale aided the Fereldan army in fighting the darkspawn that remained on the surface... and then, growing bored, decided to pursue further adventures elsewhere.
The rapid decline of pigeon populations in Ferelden may or may not be related.
Zevran traveled for a time, trying to remain as far from the Crows as possible.
When they finally came for him, Zevran elected to take the fight to their doorstep, returning to Antiva.
After four master assassins disappeared, the Crows readmitted Zevran--as their leader.
He was never sure if that was victory or defeat.
Leliana remained at court for a time, penning a ballad dedicated to <FirstName/>--one that would eventually become known throughout Thedas.
But after one performance at the palace, Leliana quietly vanished.
Some say she returned to Orlais, but it is not known for certain.
Loghain remained with the Grey Wardens, pressed into service as the primary recruiter in Ferelden.
He performed diligently for several years, until finally the taint wore too hard on his aged body.
After a solemn service with his fellow Wardens, Loghain traveled to Orzammar to take his final march into the Deep Roads.
Leliana remained in the royal court for a time, mourning.
She poured her heart into a ballad that would eventually become known throughout Thedas.
But after one performance, Leliana quietly vanished.
Some claimed she returned to a life of adventure, while others said that she returned to Orlais to exact revenge on her enemies.
Whichever is true, she never forgot the one she loved.
Leliana remained in the royal court for a time, mourning.
She poured her heart into a ballad that would eventually become known throughout Thedas.
But after one performance, Leliana quietly vanished.
Some say that the Maker came to her in a vision again that night.
Smiling, tears in her eyes, she told a maid that she would see her love again at last.
Zevran lingered in Denerim for a time, mourning the loss of his love and working for the Fereldan throne as a distraction.
Eventually the Crows came after him once again and he elected to take the fight to their doorstep, returning to Antiva.
After four master assassins disappeared, the Crows readmitted Zevran--as their leader.
He maintained a distance from his former comrades even then, and despite frequent offers of new bedmates, never loved again.
Oghren accepted a position as a general in the army of Ferelden, the first dwarf ever promoted so high, and eventually both sobered up and married.
When his first son was born, Oghren held him in his arms and wept--and named him after the friend who had changed his life so long ago.
As for the Grey Wardens, Anora was as good as her word: The arling of Amaranthine was given to the order, and a new headquarters established there.
A statue of <FirstName/> towers over its entrance, in memory of one who made the ultimate sacrifice so that others might live.
Alistair was true to his word and did not return to the Grey Wardens.
He was last seen, before the siege, hiring a Rivaini ship to take him out of Denerim.
An attempted coup to overthrow Anora a year later borrowed Alistair's name, but no proof of Alistair's involvement was ever supplied.
A haggard, drunken man was seen in a tavern in Starkhaven, bitterly claiming to have once been a Grey Warden and prince... but drunken men are not so rare.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
Leliana, however, elected to remain at the side of her love--at least for a time.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
When <FirstName/> finally left Denerim to continue her travels, Leliana went with her, electing to remain with the woman she loved.
They continued their adventures together--at least for a time.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
When <FirstName/> finally left Denerim to continue his travels, Leliana went with him, electing to remain with the man she loved.
They continued their adventures together--at least for a time.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
Leliana and <FirstName/> returned to the Grey Wardens, helping to rebuild the order for a time, then joining an effort to investigate the darkspawn's remaining secrets.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
Zevran however, elected to remain at the side of his love--at least for a time.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
When <FirstName/> finally left Denerim to continue her travels, Zevran went with her, electing to remain with the woman he loved.
They continued their adventures together--at least for a time.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
When <FirstName/> finally left Denerim to continue his travels, Zevran went with him, electing to remain with the man he loved.
They continued their adventures together--at least for a time.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
Zevran returned with <FirstName/> to the Grey Wardens, helping to recruit and train new members even though he never officially joined the order.
The companions who had traveled with <FirstName/> eventually scattered to the four winds, drawn either by personal duty or by the call to further adventure.
The hero remained in Denerim, a celebrity amongst the commoners and a fixture at court--at least for a time.
Both <FirstName/> and the companions who helped defeat the Blight eventually scattered to the four winds, drawn either by personal duty or the call to further adventure.
Circumstance dictated that they would not see each other again--at least for a time.
The companions who had traveled with <FirstName/> eventually scattered to the four winds, drawn either by personal duty or the call to further adventure.
The Grey Wardens welcomed their hero back into the fold--even if the suspicions of those who wondered how <FirstName/> managed to survive were sometimes given quiet voice.
The companions who had traveled with <FirstName/> eventually scattered to the four winds, drawn either by personal duty or the call to further adventure.
The Grey Wardens welcomed their hero back into the fold gladly, eager to receive a hero who faced the archdemon and lived to pass on the knowledge.
As the blighted lands began to heal and the Grey Wardens slowly rebuilt the order in Amaranthine, they discovered that the fight against the darkspawn was not yet complete.
Although the horde was routed and had dissolved upon the archdemon's death, many of the more powerful darkspawn survived to organize roving war bands that preyed both upon the land and upon each other.
These war bands spread havoc, and some even journeyed west into Orlais or crossed the Shining Sea by the Deep Roads.
They proved incredibly difficult to wipe out.
But these are tales for other heroes.
The tale of <FirstName/> ended when she sank the blade into the archdemon's head and destroyed it forever.
Whatever follows, her sacrifice will not soon be forgotten.
But these are tales for other heroes.
The tale of <FirstName/> ended when he sank the blade into the archdemon's head and destroyed it forever.
Whatever follows, his sacrifice will not soon be forgotten.
But these are tales yet to be told. <emp>This</emp> tale ended when <FirstName/> sank her blade in the archdemon's head and destroyed it forever.
It was not the last that Ferelden would hear of her, however...
But these are tales yet to be told. <emp>This</emp> tale ended when <FirstName/> sank his blade in the archdemon's head and destroyed it forever.
It was not the last that Ferelden would hear of him, however...
There was no word of her after that.
Flemeth's hut in the Korcari Wilds was likewise abandoned.
One cannot help but wonder: Where did they go?
What were their plans?
What became of the child?
These questions must remain a mystery... for now.
True to her word, Morrigan vanished the same night she made her offer at Redcliffe Castle.
Someone of Morrigan's description was later seen traveling alone, heading west through the Frostback Mountains... and she may even have been with child.
Whose child it might be is unknown, but some whisper that the witch was once the lover of <FirstName/> himself.
Either way, her ritual was never completed... and there was no word of her after that.
Initially, King Harrowmont was more than willing to provide volunteers for Branka.
The golems were sorely needed to crush Bhelen's rebellion, after all, and they did so with success.
But eventually, Harrowmont declared that no new dwarven souls could be used on the Anvil.
The unending need for golems in the Deep Roads, however, gave rise to secret surface raids to kidnap humans and elves for the mad Paragon.
When this came to light, a brief war broke out between Orzammar and Ferelden.
The gates to the subterranean city were sealed and Harrowmont's kingdom became more isolated than ever.
Branka insists, of course, that the raids on the surface continue.
Although the Anvil of the Void was destroyed, rumors about its location crept into Orzammar.
Years later, thanks to the defeat of the darkspawn on the surface, a few determined smiths managed to locate the Anvil's remains.
They examined the ruins of the Anvil, and, upon returning to Orzammar with their findings, convinced the Shaperate to attempt to recreate Caridin's research.
A new golem was created, bound with a spirit taken from the Fade.
The golem immediately went insane, killing several shapers before it was destroyed.
The research was branded excessively dangerous and sealed away.
Whispers of its existence circulated throughout Orzammar, however, and demand among the smith caste to reopen Caridin's research refused to abate.
The Assembly posthumously declared <FirstName/> a Paragon, following months of deliberation... the first duster ever to receive the honor.
A new house was founded in her name, and so many casteless flocked to its banner that it became one of the largest in the city.
The Assembly posthumously declared <FirstName/> a Paragon after months of deliberation.
He was buried in the earth beneath Orzammar next to his father--his Aeducan name restored.
A new statue was erected in the Commons and a new house founded in his honor.
The Assembly posthumously declared <FirstName/> a Paragon after months of deliberation.
She was buried in the earth beneath Orzammar next to her father--her Aeducan name restored.
A new statue was erected in the Commons and a new house founded in her honor.
The Assembly unanimously declared <FirstName/> a living Paragon, following months of deliberation.
A new statue was erected in the Commons and a new house founded in the Paragon's name, quickly drawing a great number of followers from every caste.
In time, Harrowmont's health began to fail.
Some claimed it was poison, while others said it was a flagging spirit.
Either way, after a protracted illness, the king finally passed away.
The wrangling in the Assembly for a successor began almost immediately. 
In Orzammar, King Harrowmont found himself in a protracted battle against Bhelen's rebellion that left him unable to gain the stability he needed.
The clan lords objected to many of his measures in the Assembly, and only his efforts to increase the dwarves' isolation from the surface met with any success.
As for the werewolves, even with Witherfang slain the curse was not broken.
In time, werewolf populations swelled again and they returned to their savage nature.
The Brecilian Forest was ultimately sealed off to travelers, although not even this stopped the spread of the curse.
As for the werewolves, now freed of their curse, they remained together and took the surname Wolf in memory of what they once were.
They eventually became the most successful animal trainers in Thedas, and each year would gather to light a candle in memory of the Lady who had loved them so well.
Bella, the tavern wench, made it to Denerim safely.
With the money she was given, she opened a brewery of her own.
The young woman Kaitlyn eventually made it to Denerim safely, and used the small fortune she received for her father's sword to open a foundry while the city rebuilt.
The foundry did well, turning her into a wealthy and respected woman.
By chance, she met Teagan again at court--and within months, the two of them married.
With the slavers shut down in the Alienage, the lot of the city-born elves improved for a time.
A food shortage years later forced Queen Anora to come down hard on elven rioters, an act not quickly forgiven and a sign that tensions between the elves and humans were far from resolved.
Amongst the city-born elves of Denerim, things remained as they always had.
The rumors of slave traders working secretly in the shadows persisted until riots in the Alienage forced the throne to intervene.
The slavers were shut down, but not without the loss of many elven lives.
Some years later, the Chantry announced that the resting place of Andraste's Ashes had indeed been found.
They were located, however, in ruins that were also the lair of a high dragon, thus proving too dangerous to approach.
Many made demands to secure the Ashes so that followers could undertake pilgrimages to partake of their healing powers.
Following numerous failed attempts to deal with the dragon, the beast finally flew off to find another haven... but leaving the mountaintop sanctum in ruins.
An excavation found no traces of the Urn.
People began to doubt that the Ashes had ever been found, while others claimed that a cult of Andraste's followers stole them from the temple.
Still others say that the Maker Himself removed the Urn, deeming mankind unworthy of it.
For now, what happened to the Urn is simply unknown...
Some years later, the Chantry announced that the resting place of Andraste's Ashes had indeed been found.
A ripple of excitement spread among the pious people of Thedas, with many undertaking pilgrimages to see the Ashes or partake of their healing powers.
Rumors that the Urn of Sacred Ashes had been found, and that it was used to heal Arl Eamon of his poisoning, circulated in Ferelden in the months following the darkspawn defeat... slowly, at first, and then with growing frequency as the grand cleric failed to deny them.
Once the Chantry made several attempts to verify the rumors, however, there came an official decree that no resting place for the Ashes had been found.
If the Urn of Sacred Ashes was in those ruins once, it was no longer.
<FirstName/> married King Alistair in a lavish ceremony six months after his coronation, becoming the princess-consort of Ferelden.
As both their savior and new ruler, she proved incredibly popular among the people, and Alistair allowed his bride a great deal of leeway to act as she wished.
<FirstName/> married King Alistair in a lavish ceremony six months after his coronation, becoming the princess-consort of Ferelden.
The two toured the nation soon afterwards, and the people were ecstatic to see how the king adored his new bride.
In the months that followed her coronation, Anora proved herself an adept ruler.
Trade agreements with other lands quickly brought new funds into the royal coffers, and with them, the queen saw the capital rebuilt.
The army was restored, laws were passed to encourage freeholders to produce sufficient harvests, and plans were conceived for a university.
<FirstName/> married Queen Anora in a lavish ceremony six months after her coronation, becoming the prince-consort of Ferelden.
Many said that if the two did not end up vying for control of the throne, they would usher in a new golden age not seen since King Calenhad first united the barbarian tribes.
As chancellor, <FirstName/> was often seen at court--at least for a time.
Queen Anora conferred with her chancellor over matters of state, and it was easy to see that the former Grey Warden had great sway over the kingdom's rule.
Deep Roads Lieutenant
Yes, why didn't you, Jowan?
You're always talking about her.
Squirrel
The two of them made numerous outings into Denerim and the other settlements in Ferelden, supervising the reconstruction process and greeting their subjects personally, much to the commoners' enthusiastic approval.
Many said the chaos of the civil war and Landsmeet were worth it for delivering such beloved monarchs.
Sten's Nightmare
Wynne's Nightmare
Zevran's Nightmare
I assume this pile of worthless junk belongs to you?
Do you realize it's in the way and that the patrols will not be able to come through?
I'm so sorry, m-my lord, b-but they told me to move my goods over here.
I...
I couldn't even set up shop in my usual place.
Nonsense.
It's true!
Th-they said the... the servants needed to polish the floors of that side of the Commons, in preparation for the new commander's first commission!
Hmm, yes... the new Aeducan commander's feast is tomorrow, isn't it? <desc>Sigh</desc> I suppose it can't be helped then.
I hope he comes back soon.
I don't want to inconvenience anyone.
I...
I'm watching you, brand.
You keep your hands off my goods.
I can't even unpack my things and set up shop here.
This is terrible for business.
Hmph.
Who does that Aeducan commander think he is, stopping commerce just to have the floors cleaned?
<desc>Sighs</desc> I wish I was important enough that people would polish the floors before I walked on them.
Move it, or I shall have it thrown out in the Deep Roads, and you with it!
Very well.
You may leave your goods here for now, merchant.
But move them out of the way as soon as you can.
That side of the commons is closed for now.
Be on your way.
Keep your hands to yourself, brand.
I won't have you harassing honest merchants.
Move along.
To be honest, I am surprised you turned against your own.
I am thankful that you did.
Wynne, I am sure you were instrumental in bringing peace to the tower, and you have always been a respected member of the Circle.
The Circle will be in need of a first enchanter.
There is none other more suited to this position than you.
It is yours, if you will accept it.
Ah, Greagoir, you only picked me because all the rest of the senior mages are either dead or otherwise incapacitated.
But I cannot accept this offer.
I wish to teach and to learn, and I will not spend the rest of my life tiptoeing around the Chantry.
I would, in fact, prefer to remain in the company of the Grey Warden, if she will have me.
I was at Ostagar, and we failed.
This will not happen a second time.
The darkspawn must be taken down, and I wish to be there when it happens.
Are you sure you will not reconsider?
The Circle needs you.
There is hardly a Circle left to speak of.
I will return to the Circle when Ferelden is safe... if I can.
I suppose nothing I say will change your mind.
Very well, join the Grey Warden, if it pleases you.
As for you...
I see.
Well...
I know when I'm not quite welcome.
I will stay here for now; the wounded will need healing.
If ever you decide you need my help, I will be here.
And I imagine you want to discuss our prior agreement?
I would, in fact, prefer to remain in the company of the Grey Warden, if he will have me.
You will be a valued member of this group, Wynne.
I would rather you didn't join me.
I've changed my mind.
You should come along.
If you insist on tagging along, I won't say no.
I don't need your help.
We could certainly use a talented mage like yourself.
I don't know if we can take you along with us.
<desc>Andraste loved Her disciples as She loved the Maker.
As we have faith in the Maker, so must we have faith in our friends.</desc>
I...
I'm sorry.
I thought you were Prince Bhelen coming down the hall.
I... forgive me.
She's... er... it seems she's one of your brother Bhelen's newest... um, companions.
Prince Bhelen is attending the feast being held in Lady Aeducan's honor.
Yes, of... of course.
It was presumptuous of me to think that he would return to--I am sorry.
Prince Bhelen is attending the feast being held in Lord Aeducan's honor.
What are you doing in my brother's quarters?
Gorim, tell her that my brother is at my feast.
No harm done.
I will show myself out, with your leave, my lady.
I will show myself out, with your leave, my lord.
Thank you.
I will go now.
Go, or stay.
I don't care.
Gorim, tell her she may take her leave of me.
Yes.
You may go.
Now we just need to find a way to get through this wall.
Closet
You traveled to the Circle Tower on Lake Calenhad seeking aid from the Circle of Magi in the battle against the Blight.
However, on your arrival you learned that the tower had been overrun by abominations and demons.
Out of desperation, the templars have sealed the tower, trapping not only the abominations and demons, but also most of the mages, inside.
You volunteered to help the templars deal with the problem.
Broken Circle Story So Far
Bloody duster!
I'll show you what I do with thieves!
May I help you?
Sorry, never mind.
I will have to speak with the grand cleric about this.
And soon, I think.
<desc>Yawn.</desc>
Go.
Foolish.
If I write a tale about all this, I'm leaving out details on the food.
They don't even make good food here in the palace.
Oh, it's you.
I hear Irving's looking for you.
You're not going to keep the first enchanter waiting, are you?
I hear you were declared champion of the Provings! <desc>Chuckles</desc> I suppose you were never one to sit by when something exciting was going on.
Then it is a good thing that you have other paths before you.
Some are not so lucky.
I don't think I could bear such a difficult life.
The dwarven mage, Dagna, ultimately completed her studies at the rebuilt Circle Tower on the surface.
Eventually, she published a comprehensive theory of how lyrium vapors relate to the supply of magic.
It gained a great deal of attention.
Miriam's Note
Elder Miriam's note suggests that looking for elfroot will aid in making the lesser health poultices.
To the Phylactery.
Pearls Before Swine
<emp>Get rid of the mercenaries in the Pearl</emp>
Sergeant Kylon has asked you to clear out any rowdy mercenaries you find in the Pearl Brothel, down by the docks district.
<emp>Talk to Sergeant Kylon</emp>
You convinced the White Falcon mercenaries to leave the Pearl Brothel peacefully.
Sergeant Kylon should be informed.
<emp>Talk to Sergeant Kylon</emp>
Instead of incapacitating the White Falcon mercenaries, you fought them to the death.
Sergeant Kylon should be informed.
You defeated the White Falcon mercenary leader with the assistance of Sergeant Kylon.
He rewarded you for your work.
When Sergeant Kylon caught up to you, he was furious that you killed the White Falcons.
<emp>Deal with the mercenaries in the Gnawed Noble</emp>
Sergeant Kylon said that the innkeeper of the Gnawed Noble Tavern has been having trouble with mercenaries disturbing his patrons.
You've been asked to remove these mercenaries from the tavern and you may use lethal force, if necessary.
Sergeant Kylon rewarded you for taking care of the Crimson Oars mercenaries.
<emp>Talk to Sergeant Kylon</emp>
You killed all the Crimson Oars mercenaries.
You should report back to Sergeant Kylon.
<emp>Talk to Sergeant Kylon</emp>
The Crimson Oar mercenaries have left the Gnawed Noble Tavern.
Report back to Sergeant Kylon.
The Crimson Oars
<emp>Talk to Sergeant Kylon</emp>
You decided that the Crimson Oars weren't breaking any laws and were a lot more pleasant than the dour bartender, Edwina.
Sergeant Kylon may not approve of your choice.
Sergeant Kylon wasn't pleased with how you dealt with the Crimson Oars.
Just walk away, little lady.
Just walk away, boy.
I'll just be going.
<emp>Talk to Sergeant Kylon</emp>
After some fighting, you convinced the bruised and battered White Falcon mercenaries to leave the Pearl Brothel.
Sergeant Kylon should be informed.
Maker protect me, mercy. <emp>Mercy</emp>!
We'll leave.
We'll do whatever you want.
J-just no more.
You're not worth any mercy. <act>Attack</act>
Empty your pockets and leave.
Any more trouble and you answer to me.
Now leave.
I don't know how, but you got them to leave with no fuss at all.
Cristof
Wait just a moment.
I should look over there... there might be something to salvage...
Could I have a word?
Not as smart as you look, huh?
I'm not afraid of you.
That's mine!
Move along, nothing to see here.
Keep out of trouble.
Might I have a word?
There's nothing to do here but wait and hope for the best.
Will you listen to me?
Beg for forgiveness!
Repent!
Maker save me!
We're all doomed, why keep fighting?
It's over...
Yes?
What?
Jump to where cont. again
Henchman Fade location #1
Henchman Fade location #2
Henchman Fade location #3
Sloth in Fade
Oh, what now?
Crimson Oars Leader
The sergeant will hear of what you've done!
Good job clearing those louts out.
Hmph.
You here from Kylon?
Those are the Crimson Oar louts right there.
To castle after kidnapping.
You again.
I said you weren't allowed on the Proving grounds, brand.
Captain said, "Denerim won't miss a few dead mercenaries." Do what you will, and good luck.
<emp>Duel Ser Landry</emp>
A knight named Ser Landry has challenged you to a duel.
He said to meet him in the back alley behind the Gnawed Noble Tavern in the Market District.
Honor Bound
You killed Ser Landry in a duel.
Perhaps in his final moments he reconsidered the worth and honor of the Grey Wardens.
Have you no honor?
Fortunately, I have honor for the two of us. 
Men, attack!
For good King Cailan!
Even if I could help you, I wouldn't.
You do?
You make it sound easy.
You were asking about poisons?
I know about them now.
Oh... uhh...
Hello again.
Y-You can?
I might be able to help you with traps now.
I saw a golem like you once.
Back when I was fighting in the army with Maric, many years ago.
Good for it.
Could you be the same creature?
You were more servile, then.
The pet of a mage in Arl Rendorn's employ.
Do I strike it as servile?
Not at all.
Perhaps I am mistaken.
I would no doubt remember such sarcasm.
Then we're in agreement.
Special Debug
Captain
Recruit
Put your backs into it!
The soldiers of Redcliffe show no weakness!
The darkspawn show no mercy, and neither should we!
Stand by me!
If you have a cowardly heart, leave now, and join the women and children!
I will not flee!
Death in glorious battle is what I have earned!
I shall pray for these people.
Oh, dear.
May I speak to you?
I'd leave, if I were you.
Thief!
You fought with honor.
Ser Landry couldn't have asked for a nobler death.
Ser Landry would speak with you, knave.
Side Street
<desc>You found the body of the boy's mother and have recovered her keepsake.</desc>
<desc>You have found a keepsake.</desc>
The Trial of Crows
A delivery boy has given you a cryptic message saying that if you're interested in working with the Antivan Crows, that you should head to one of the back rooms of the Gnawed Noble Tavern.
You refused Master Ignacio's offer to become an assassin for the Antivan Crows.
<emp>The First Test</emp>
The scroll has information on someone you've already killed--Paedan.
You should talk to Master Ignacio.
<emp>The First Test</emp>
You got your reward for killing Paedan.
The First Test
<emp>The First Test</emp>
You killed Paedan.
You should go back to the Gnawed Noble Tavern to collect your reward.
<emp>An Audience with the Ambassador</emp>
You were rewarded for killing Ambassador Gainley.
An Audience with the Ambassador
<emp>The Ransom</emp>
The last scroll indicates that some of Arl Howe's special hand-picked men are awaiting a ransom to free a kidnapped boy.
The Crows are setting them up by sending disguised assassins to the meeting, but will need backup to take out all of the arl's elite soldiers, especially their leader, Captain Chase.
The location is marked on your Denerim map.
The Ransom
Enjoy the reading?
Depends on the contract.
The one you've got, not especially.
What?
Y-you did what?
No, I believe you.
You... uh... well, you're good.
I'll make sure this doesn't happen again.
Ahem.
Ahem.
Your point isn't lost one me.
What?
Y-you already...?
Ahem.
I should have anticipated that.
Well done.
Actually, I already killed Paedan.
Is there any sort of bonus for doing a contract quickly?
Too bad, I already killed him.
Check for yourself.
Any other contracts for people I've killed?
They set a trap for Warden sympathizers.
I took care of it.
You really shouldn't ask me to kill dead men.
<emp>The Ransom</emp>
Master Ignacio paid you for your last contract.
After the Blight is over, he said you should visit Antiva.
We never cancel a contract once accepted.
You finished all of the assassinations Master Ignacio asked you to perform.
Ignacio claims that the people you killed were threats to your plans.
The master assassin Taliesen is still after you, but besides that the Crows will leave you alone.
Thug
<desc>Grunts</desc>
Message for you, m'lady.
Message for you, m'lord.
More things to deliver.
Goodbye.
Who--
Wha--
Good--
Some *special* debug choices...
Back to main.
If you need any more distractions, let me know.
That was fun!
Grr... greetings.
Stop where you are.
When do we hunt?
Grrr.
Good.
I would like to speak with you.
A bad idea.
I could kill you with one swipe.
Hmph.
What do I have that you could possibly want?
Cassian
Dalish Hunter
Fare you well, then.
Curses.
Do not try my patience.
Do not try that again.
Senior Enchanter
Maker's Blood!
Why did you do that?
Paedan, that's a Warden.
The teyrn is offering a lot of coin for your head.
Ha, ha...
Don't tell me the great Warden fell for our trap.
You can join your supporters in the dungeons!
My, my.
The arl will get a chuckle out of that.
Wh-what?
Poor little Paedan has been a bit naughty, has he?
None of your jibes.
Men, kill the Warden.
You didn't know that?
Just busting doors at random, were we?
Now now, Shaevra, let's not object too much to our good fortune.
P-Paedan?
Wardens bleed, just like the rest of us.
Oh, I don't think so.
We have some business with you.
But what about the poster?
Paedan, is it?
There's a lot of coin for your death, too.
Try and take it.
So you're bounty hunters, then?
Walk away and I'll let you live.
I'll just be leaving.
Now you die. <act>Attack</act>
Come in.
Quickly.
Sausage?
Bloody no.
Go away.
Err... sausage?
The grey nug flies north for the winter.
Just open up.
<desc>Don't believe the lies!
Friends of the Grey Wardens assemble.</desc>
<desc>The hidden pearl holds the key to resistance.
The griffons will rise again.</desc>
Grey Warden Poster
You want something?
Yeah.
Lady Andraste, this is a waste of time.
Rotten maggot-spawn!
You want to see the inside of your own arse?
Cot
Uthkiel the Crusher
Doors
Shade
No.
It wouldn't be right.
There is little point in discussing that.
It's not here.
Are you sure you're not a baker? 'Cause you've got a sodding nice set of buns.
Vereveel
End of Templar Nightmare Test
I remember the revered mother mentioning this man.
She called him a savage from the far north.
The revered mother said he slaughtered an entire family.
Even the children.
It is as she says.
Oghren?
Is that you?
Yeah, in the flesh, baby.
Just trying to kick back with a pint.
Fighting darkspawn's a lot of sodding work, you know?
<emp>You're</emp> fighting darkspawn?
It was a bit of a pain, but... it was a personal favor for the king of Orzammar, you understand.
This man took on an army of golems almost single-handed.
If you call getting drunk and wetting yourself, "fighting."
<act>Just watch.</act>
[Lie] They robbed me.
I demand compensation!
Well, someone's gotta do it, you know.
Can't leave a Blight to the humans; they'll just muck it all up.
Just make sure it doesn't hurt anyone.
That's all I ask.
I should be going.
We asked.
The Keeper has given her leave.
Denerim Marketplace.
<emp>Mercenary Hunt</emp>
One scroll indicates that you should go to the forest south of Denerim to look for a group of qunari mercenaries called the "Word of Kadan-Fe."
<emp>Mercenary Hunt</emp>
You received a reward for your work in killing the Kadan-Fe mercenaries.
<emp>Mercenary Hunt</emp>
You found and eliminated the Kadan-Fe mercenaries.
Now it is time to claim your reward.
Mercenary Hunt
<emp>An Audience with the Ambassador</emp>
You have a contract to kill Ambassador Gainley, who is residing in the royal palace of Orzammar.
When you take him out, a servant in the employ of the Crows will clean up the mess and make it look like he left Orzammar.
<emp>An Audience with the Ambassador</emp>
You killed the ambassador in the heart of the royal palace of Orzammar.
Now it is time to claim your reward.
<emp>Assassinate a target for Master Ignacio</emp>
You've met with Master Ignacio.
He gave you a scroll detailing a target that he wants you to assassinate.
<emp>Obtain another assassination contract</emp>
You have killed your first mark, Paedan.
The chest next to Master Ignacio has two more scrolls--contracts for assassinations on other people.
Master Ignacio presented you with one last assassination mission.
Kadan-Fe Mercenary
How shall I modify it?
Chanter's quest.
Assassination Quest.
Killed Paeden (1st mission objective).
Killed Qunari (mission objective).
Look, we'll... do what they want, go home, and try to forget this ever happened!
She's right.
It'll be worse if we resist.
It'll be worse if we don't!
Hello, wenches--we're your escorts to Lord Vaughan's little party.
Stay away from us!
You killed her!
I suppose that's what happens when you try teaching whores some respect.
Now, you grab the little flower cowering in the corner.
Horace and I'll take the homely bride and the drunk.
You two, bind the last one.
She's the scrapper.
Don't worry; we'll be perfect gentlemen.
Now, you heard the captain.
Be a good little wench or you'll end up like your friend, there.
That's a good girl.
There's only one deal I want, sweetie.
Don't worry, sweetie.
We'll treat you real--
Ha!
Horace was right: She's a scrapper!
Uh... hello?
Oh, look at this.
A little elfling with a stolen sword.
Oh, sod.
Stay calm.
Do whatever they say.
Be quiet.
Don't do anything until I say.
If you see an opportunity, take it.
When the door opens, attack!
Yes, come closer.
I'll behave, honest.
I'm sure we can make a deal, here.
Please don't hurt me!
Try it.
See what parts you lose first.
What are we going to do?
<desc>Roars</desc>
Hatred!
Burning!
It feeds me!
I am your greatest nightmare!
I command the shadows of your darkest dreams!
Too big, too slow... you'll never catch me!
No more games!
Face me, and die!
Ambassador Gainley
Ambassador Suite
Orzammar Royal Palace (for Assassination)
Killed Ambassador (mission objective)
<emp>Talk to Master Ignacio</emp>
You've completed all the contracts assigned to you.
You should talk with Master Ignacio.
Complete one last mission for Master Ignacio.
Not really, no.
But that doesn't change the facts, does it?
Set Epilogue Flags
<emp>The Ransom</emp>
You fought off wave after wave of Arl Howe's best men and killed Captain Chase, but it was all a ruse.
There was no hostage.
The tight-lipped Crows told you to talk with your contact.
Don't worry, Warden.
Some "friends" have rescued the boy.
He's already safely home and back with his father... his very important father.
You took care of the father's other requirement.
The man who kidnapped his son, Captain Chase, is quite dead thanks to you.
That I can't say.
But in time, I think you'll find out.
Crows are hired for their discretion as well as for their performance.
You'd be wrong.
Our contract had two important jobs.
One was to kill the boy's kidnapper, Captain Chase.
The other was his rescue.
You took care of Chase.
And some "friends" have already returned the boy safely to his father.
We are told only what we need to know.
That's an assassin's life.
All you needed to know was your target.
Any more information you got was really a bonus.
I've nothing more for you.
I hope you found the contents of the chest satisfying.
Your payment is in the chest.
I hope you find it most satisfying.
Well done?
Arl Howe betrayed us.
The boy wasn't there.
What's the name of the child?
Who hired you?
You never intended to rescue the kid, did you?
And why didn't you tell me that?
So are we done here?
Deal was no one else.
Attack!
We're done here. 
Go back to your contact.
Quickly.
I want the money first.
Where is the boy?
You get <emp>nothing</emp> until I see the boy.
Show me one of the bags.
Now that's not a particularly smart attitude when your dear boy's life is in the balance, is it?
Bah... enough of this.
Captain Chase
For the sake of this discussion, let's say I am.
The bandits preying on innocent refugees have been run off or killed by the invading darkspawn.
Ready for the last mission.
Crime Wave
<emp>Talk to Slim Couldry</emp>
You've met a fence named Slim Couldry who says he can give you good tips on people to rob.
<emp>Rob the maid in the market</emp>
You've been told there is a lady's maid in the market wearing a green dress.
With a pouch of gems belonging to her mistress, she is ripe for the picking.
Lady in Waiting
You stole the purse of gems from the lady's maid.
<emp>Acquire Ser Nancine's Sword</emp>
Ser Nancine is browsing the Wonders of Thedas shop and has an expensive, fancy sword on her.
Slim said that it may be tricky stealing from her.
You successfully stole Ser Nancine's sword.
A Stolen Blade
<emp>Steal Master Tilver's key</emp>
Master Tilver, a silversmith, is in town at the market.
He has a key to his silver wares that are locked up tight in his stall.
You need to find a way past his two guards to get the key.
You stole a ton of merchandise from Master Tilver.
Market Day
<emp>Steal the teyrn's crown</emp>
This is the biggest swipe yet.
Loghain's seneschal is getting the teyrn's crown polished for the Landsmeet.
The seneschal is in the Gnawed Noble Tavern and probably under heavy guard.
If you can find a way to steal his crown, you'll be legendary.
You have defied all odds and stolen Teryn Loghain's crown.
The Traitor's Crown
I love you.
I'll always love you.
But there are things that are more important than what I want.
I wish it were otherwise.
It doesn't have to be like that.
I know.
I just wish it were easier.
I hope we're still friends, is all.
I've also heard you have certain... skills. "Skills of the street" you might say.
No judgments here, mate.
<emp>The Absent Mistress</emp>
Lady Sophie, Arl Howe's lover, is off in the country and her room in the Gnawed Noble Tavern is empty.
You should find many objects of value waiting for you there, if you can break into it.
The Absent Mistress
<emp>A Fistful of Silver</emp>
Arl Howe has been stealing silver bars from the city treasury.
Crates of silver are being held temporarily in a warehouse right in the marketplace.
Your objective is to locate the silver and take as much of it as you can.
<emp>A Fistful of Silver</emp>
You got a small fortune worth of silver bars from the warehouse.
Arl Howe will be furious.
A Fistful of Silver
<emp>The Private Collection</emp>
Slim Couldry pulled out all the stops with this one.
Bann Franderel--one of the richest men in the kingdom--is hosting a party soon.
He is planning to display some of his priceless treasures at the party.
Slim has given you a key that bypasses the magical defenses of his estate and will let you break in to rob the bann.
<emp>The Private Collection</emp>
Bann Franderel set a trap for you, but you fought your way out.
Slim Couldry owes you an explanation.
The Private Collection
Used to do a bit of second story work, in my day.
But besides that...
Slim Couldry has left after his disastrous last tip.
He may show up at a later time.
<emp>Return the lost acorn</emp>
You obtained the the Grand Oak's lost acorn from the tree stump near the mad hermit who lives in the forest.
<emp>The Tears of Andraste</emp>
Slim has returned and has information on how to get back at Bann Franderel.
You will enter his house through a chimney and make your way to the wine cellar.
There should be a secret door in that room that leads to the real vault.
<emp>The Tears of Andraste</emp>
You managed to get the Tears of Andraste from Bann Franderel's estate.
The Tears of Andraste
<emp>The Tears of Andraste</emp>
The Tears of Andraste have been delivered to the chantry.
Your highly successful crime spree with Slim is at an end.
<emp>The Tears of Andraste</emp>
You decided to keep the Tears of Andraste for yourself instead of giving it to the Chantry.
Your highly successful crime spree with Slim is at an end.
Slim Couldry
You completed all of Slim Couldry's missions.
Your crime spree will not be soon forgotten in Denerim.
Slim Couldry has returned and he's offering one final mission.
You think it was easy for me?
It's not.
"Just like that?"
That doesn't change the facts, does it?
I don't think anything's supposed to be easy about being a king.
Or a Grey Warden.
Absolutely.
Friends until the end.
I hope so, too.
I wish I wasn't, believe me.
I hate being right.
I'm not giving up so easily.
Oh, I see.
Goodbye then.
<emp>The Absent Mistress</emp>
Couldry's valuable tip was for Lady Sophie's bedroom in the Gnawed Noble Tavern, a place you've already broken into.
He says he'll do better next time.
<emp>The Absent Mistress</emp>
You robbed Lady Sophie's room in the Gnawed Noble Tavern.
You got the... tavern... staff?
What?
What is it?
Maker's Blood.
Well, right.
Here's your money back.
I... uhh...
Give me another chance.
I know of another opportunity.
I already broke into that room.
Great tip.
And I need you for...?
Miner
You have come to the Circle of Magi seeking the help of the mages.
Unfortunately, the Circle is in a state of chaos, the templars have locked the tower, and you have been sent in to investigate.
You have somehow become the thrall of a sloth demon and have been trapped in the Fade.
Whatcha want?
B+E Quests.
I finished the first quest.
I finished the second quest.
<emp>The Private Collection</emp>
Franderel's estate was almost deserted and it was easy getting to the treasure room.
Too easy by far, it turns out.
The whole thing was a trap.
You'll have to fight or sneak your way out now.
South Wing of Bann Franderel's Estate
Franderel's Treasure Vault
It's a valid strategy!
A good stink intimidates your enemies!
Throws 'em off balance!
I finished the third quest.
<emp>Weed out the bandits</emp>
You killed one of the bandit groups north of Lothering.
Two groups remain.
<emp>Weed out the bandits</emp>
You have killed all three of the bandit groups north of Lothering.
Bandits Killed:
Warden, I'm humbled you're visiting me again.
Need anything ol' Slim can deliver for you?
Already taken care of.
I bet they were surprised when that was dropped in their lap!
Did you deliver the Tears yet?
The writing on this bottle...
Very ancient...
Hmm.
Could it be the Tears...?
No, relics like that just don't appear out of nowhere!
B-but...
Well...
I won't stop you.
You deserve them a lot more than blasted Bann Franderel.
Good luck to you!
Actually, I'd prefer to keep them.
You helped all the villagers who had notices on the chanter's board.
Chanter Devon rewarded you with a sword to thank you.
<emp>The First Test</emp>
The scroll directs you against a man named Paedan currently holed up in the The Pearl brothel in Denerim.
He's working some kind of scam in the back room, and you should look for one of his "Grey Warden Posters" around the marketplace to gain access.
Paedan works for Loghain and will no doubt have backup.
That's a mighty fine creature, that golem of yours.
Can't believe it just sat there all these years.
It's Redcliffe's hero, sure as rain.
I'll be telling my grandchildren about the battle I fought by your side.
I still can't believe we made it through that battle in one piece.
It would have been impossible without you.
I don't think I'll ever understand what those things were.
And I don't want to.
It's dark magic, all of it, and I'm only glad we came through it all.
The battles aren't done yet.
The darkspawn will be on our doorstep before we know it.
Surely the king is doing something about it!
Watch your purses.
The stranger is about.
You know, with you here, maybe we got a chance to win tonight after all.
So... you're the one talking to Bann Teagan.
You're not going to help us?
Are you some kind of coward?
I hear the tavern is serving free ale for us.
That's mighty tempting.
I wouldn't mind at least drink or two before... tonight.
Thank the Maker for Owen.
This new blade... well, it'll last through the night, at least.
This blade of mine is going to fall apart, I know it.
I can't believe Dwyn actually came out of that damned house of his.
And he's going to help us fight!
I don't know why Bann Teagan didn't order Dwyn to fight.
Everyone should have to fight!
The king's dead, I hear, and the rest of Ferelden's in a civil war.
So nobody is going to come, are they?
Finished Landsmeet.
Hanging Corpse
Slim Couldry has returned and offered you one final mission.
I want to help you.
Andraste's mercy!
Could you ask that, errr, big statue thing to... stand a bit further away?
It's staring.
Everyone says you've saved the arl, and I surely don't doubt it.
This is when we celebrate!
We fought a great battle here and we were victorious!
Many people were lost for this victory.
I hope the village will make it through all this.
I am proud to have seen you fight.
We fought a worthy battle, here, and I expect the arl will be calling on me again soon.
Let's hope we see daylight!
I see we have a thief in our midst.
Those creatures haven't done us in, yet.
Redcliffe isn't going down without a fight!
Those monsters are going to come tonight and... we're all going to die, aren't we?
Get out of my sight.
We got fighting to do, here.
I'm going for a quick drink before sundown.
I don't want to be sober when those... things come.
I don't know what we would've done if Owen hadn't re-opened the smithy.
We should break into the smithy.
Someone besides Owen must know how to use the forge.
So you figure Dwyn is actually here to fight?
It'll be good having someone like him fighting with us.
As long as he sticks around.
I can't believe that fool Dwyn just barricaded himself into his house!
Selfish bastard!
Why hasn't anyone come to help us?
There should be soldiers here!
We're not soldiers!
Is that thing safe?
Is it going to go berserk and kill us all?
I don't know what we would've done without you.
I don't doubt that we have you to thank for everything.
The Maker must have sent you.
Well, at least I'm still standing.
Have to be thankful for that.
May the Maker smile on us.
Our tribulations are far from over.
For Redcliffe and the arl!
I'm keeping an eye on you.
I've got a good feeling about tonight.
The ones who died already, they're... they're the lucky ones.
It's good you're going to help us.
We could use all the help we can get.
I say we all go to the tavern and get drunk.
If I'm going to die, I'd rather die happy.
I wonder what changed Owen's mind.
I'm sure not complaining about it, though.
My sword's about to rust out of my hand.
How will I defend anything like this?
That Dwyn really knows his stuff.
He was giving me some pointers earlier.
I can't believe Dwyn won't lift a finger to help us.
This is his home too!
Maker watch over us all.
I hope we make it through the night.
Still no sign of them coming from the castle, Murdock.
Tell them to maintain watch.
I don't want a surprise attack before the sun goes down.
Yes, ser.
What should we do until then?
Pray.
And hope for a miracle.
The whole surface to choose from, and you just <emp>happened</emp> to come to my tavern?
Er... well...
<act>Whisper to Oghren.</act>Tell her it's fate.
But lords keep sending me more of them.
It's decent pay, no expectations, a uniform.
What?
Oh, right.
It's fate, Felsi.
What can I say?
He was looking for you, actually.
Look at that!
It could crush me in one of its mighty fists!
That's amazing and terrifying at the same time!
It's good to have the arl back.
He's a good man.
I can't believe we all survived that.
We have you to thank for everything!
I hope this is the last we see of those creatures.
We couldn't take another night of this.
We defended Redcliffe, but now we must defend Ferelden.
I hope I can be ready when the time comes.
Over there!
Get them!
I never thought we'd have to worry about thieves at a time like this.
I'm ready for this battle.
We have enough men, and I know we can defend our home.
I should have left when I could.
We're doomed.
It's good that you're here.
We can't afford to turn any help away.
I'm glad Owen changed his mind.
I don't know what we'd do if he wasn't helping us.
Doesn't Owen know that he'll die too, if we die?
Heh, that Dwyn's not so bad, huh?
They say Dwyn is a warrior.
I say he's a coward.
I don't know if I'll live to see the sun rise.
You know we don't have the men we need.
And their numbers just keep on growing each night.
Well, sure, they take the dead and they... you know...
I don't want to think about that.
I guess this might be the last night after all.
The king isn't coming--nobody is.
So what can we do?
Leave?
Try to get out of the village?
And abandon everyone?
No.
We fight.
We've no other choice.
What can I get for you?
And don't say mead.
We ran out of that a week ago.
And don't say rum, either.
Ran out the day before yesterday.
And don't say brandy.
Fate?
The ancestors must have a sense of humor, then.
You know, I was thinking about our days together back in Orzammar.
It's the only sodding place to get a drink for miles.
When did you run out of brandy?
Why all the liquor shortages?
What about ale?
Oh, we haven't yet.
It's just terrible.
We got it from a shady Orlesian trader, and I think it might really be turpentine.
Have you seen how desperate people are now?
They just want to drink to forget what's happened.
Some ran out of coin, and started paying in food, chickens, whatever they had.
We've got something you could <emp>call</emp> ale, if you don't look too closely at it.
And you had your tongue cut out by the Chasind.
Well, what did she say?
I'm gonna go talk to her.
Look, you gotta back me up here, got it?
Thanks, Warden.
Just... follow my lead, you know?
You haven't met her, I take it.
What do you mean, "back you up?"
Let me talk to her first.
She might be married now.
She's not a genlock.
You can handle her on your own.
How dangerous can she be?
There are a few things you should know.
Felsi!
I need tables cleaned, girl!
Come on back some time.
I'll find you the good ale.
Well, the brown watery stuff that we call the good ale, anyway.
Just take that duster out of here.
I don't want to look at him.
I've got a customer!
Your name's Felsi?
What's a dwarf doing working in a bar in Lothering?
I don't lean that way, sorry.
You're cute.
Not real bright, but cute.
I'm not into pointy ears, sorry.
You're too tall for me.
And you need some hair on your chest.
So... are you seeing anyone?
Does your husband work in the tavern, too?
Aye.
Who wants to know?
Same as I'd be doing anywhere: earning coin.
My mother lives here.
Someone's got to take care of the old bronto.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Husband?
You haven't been in town long, have you?
You'd think this whole town was a Chantry cloister, for all the real men you find here.
I'm a friend of Oghren's.
Sorry, I just don't see many other dwarves these days.
Er, that wasn't really what I meant.
And you admit it?
You don't smell drunk.
Get kicked in the head by a bronto, did you?
<desc>Laughs</desc> No?
So what <emp>did</emp> you mean, then?
The dwarves in Denerim are as bad as the ones back in Orzammar.
They're all alliances and rank and money, always worried about their reputations.
You know how boring that is?
You don't happen to know a fellow named Oghren, do you?
Are you going to stay here with the darkspawn coming?
Then why stay?
You could do better in Denerim.
<desc>Laughs</desc> I'm from Orzammar.
Darkspawn attacks are like spring breezes there.
I'll stay as long as the tavern's open.
Dog Muzzle
A muzzle for a dog.
That won't work!
Stay away from me!
Uh, no.
Just hold on.
Any time now.
Piss on a stick.
Good tidings.
Thank you!
Err--can I have a moment?
Keep your bleeding distance.
Drat.
We'll fight if we have to.
Nice to meet you.
Hold on!
Hee hee, thanks!
I want to talk with you!
You'd get in so much trouble with the templars.
Naw.
I ran out of stones.
All right, goodbye!
Uh what?
Feel the sting!
For the Fourth!
Let's show these bastards a thing or two!
For good King Cailan!
Hold together, we can win this.
A little help...
The Fourth will destroy you.
Not... yet...
Not another step.
First whorehouse I find I'm going to get busy.
Real busy.
Until we meet again.
Those bloody whoresons.
You should run it by the Captain.
Sounds all right to me.
Ehh...
You may want to work on that.
Oh, just give me an excuse.
For the Fourth!
For good King Cailan!
Did you hear that?
Try that again and I'll break your arm.
Keep 'em coming!
Can I speak with you?
I've trained under Captain Phereson.
Leave me alone!
Demanding Grobnard
Petulant Grobnard
Dirty-Minded Grobnard
Excitable Grobnard
Marta
Bitter Scholar
Some claim you are a mere thief.
If I had not fought beside you, I'd have half a mind to agree with them.
You laid eyes upon the Urn of Sacred Ashes and saved our arl.
You are a truly sent from the Maker as a sign that he will deliver us!
You are a hero of the first order, that is clear.
I hope this is recognized when all the other business is complete.
Many good folk died here, but now is the time for rebuilding.
With luck, we may yet restore Redcliffe to its former glory.
Ah, it is sad.
We defeat one evil only to have a greater one lying on the horizon.
We must reassemble Redcliffe's army quickly.
Guard the pass!
None shall enter the village through here!
It is good you are with us.
We may yet make it through the night victorious.
I would abandon the village, if I could, and tell the others to do the same.
But we cannot leave.
This is where we fight, and likely die.
So I understand the arl's brother placed you in charge of the village's defense.
Your presence is welcome.
If you are not going to fight, you should be well away from the village before night falls.
Have you seen the great stone creature helping us?
He is easily the equivalent of ten knights!
I can feel the amulet's power already.
With the Maker's protection, these evil creatures cannot withstand my blade!
If only Mother Hannah could help us.
It would be good to know the Maker is on our side.
The king is dead, and the land in civil war.
And here Arl Eamon lies ill or even dead.
What bad omens.
The militiamen are getting more inebriated with each passing hour.
By nightfall, most will hardly be able to stand!
I'd rather go drinking with a deepstalker than any of the men in Denerim.
What would you like to do...
Set Infamy in lothering
Please, stop!
I know we owe you a great deal, but you're a scoundrel.
The knights of Redcliffe will never forget the service you have done for us and our arl.
I have no doubt that it is because of you we have survived this night, and emerged victorious.
I dread to think of what might have happened, had you not arrived when you did.
Word went out to retrieve the arl's men even more quickly.
This battle is but one victory...
The battle with the darkspawn yet remains.
Show them the strength of the knights of Redcliffe!
We have all our preparations underway.
I am sure we will be more than ready when the fiends emerge.
Alas, I wish we could do more for these poor folk.
We are too few, however, and the odds are against us.
We are glad that you are here, helping us.
Perhaps you will make a difference.
We need to prepare ourselves for the coming battle.
Perhaps you should leave.
You will only be in the way.
I never thought I'd ever see that statue move from its place.
Maker's breath, it's astounding!
The Maker has blessed us.
These amulets will be the key to victory over these dark creatures.
I hope setting those creatures alight works... and kills them quickly, before they stumble into the wood and thatch of the houses.
Why would Mother Hannah deny us ther Maker's protection?
I do not understand.
Some have spoken of the darkspawn rising to the south.
We could save this village only to have it invaded in a matter of weeks.
Please, please stop!
The axe!
The axe of kings!
Am I the only one sick to bloody death of this axe?
Thank you!
Thank you!
Taste the pain!
Dodge this.
You'll never make it out alive!
Bleed, bury, and rob them.
Quickly!
Agh.
I'm injured.
I'm injured.
Help here!
Ha!
I'm more afraid of my mother!
The plunder's mine.
Heh heh.
Greetings.
Stand and deliver!
We robbing them or not, boss?
Could I perchance have a word?
That's not a bad thought, there.
We've a sword or two on you, friend.
Might want to rethink that.
Well, what's this?
That one will cost you, mate.
Raah!
Oooo, I'm so scared I'm quivering.
I can't take much more...
I hope something comes along to kill.
We won!
Just give us an excuse, stranger.
Taste... uh... this!
You gonna die!
<desc>Laughs</desc>
Your stuff is mine!
I'm bleeding.
I'm gonna make you hurt real bad!
I'm very hurt..
Bye!
Turd!
Uh, yeah!
That's a bad idea.
I'm strong!
Kill them all.
Wait.
I think I heard something...
Hey!
Keep hands off me.
The tavern keeper is letting the militia drink as much ale as they please, and is asking for no payment.
This will start the epilogue with the current flags.
(Advanced Setup) - Start Epilogue
You're not missing much.
They say you forget the Stone when you come to the surface, and they're right.
Dwarves here are just shorter, handsomer, humans.
Well, I guess you might be missing out, come to think of it...
Ugh!
Did you have to bring his name up?
I just ate!
Felsi!
The tables, girl!
They ain't cleaning themselves!
I told you, I've got a customer!
Couldn't you make more money if you worked in Denerim?
I'd rather take my chance with something else.
What happened?
Is that a serious question?
Have you <emp>met</emp> Oghren?
What happened between you two?
So you're not exactly a fan of his, then?
He's a changed man.
No word from the castle?
No, all is still, as it has been for days.
And it is an unnatural stillness, as though there is naught in there but death.
Say no more.
The arl lives, and I will not listen to your inauspicious chatter.
As it should be.
No sane man should have to pay for the watered down swill they serve.
Watered down or not, drink enough of it and you'll still be under the table.
I walked by a half hour ago and there was some terrible singing going on.
Oh.
Wonderful.
I'm sure the militia will just sleep through the entire attack.
That will be helpful, won't it?
At least morale is high...
Eh?
Isn't that the statue from outside?
How many ales have I had, anyway?
Some folk are calling you the hero of Redcliffe.
I even heard a song or two mentioning you, heh.
Folks here really appreciate everything you've done.
I still can't believe we made it through the night in one piece.
We lost many good folk to those creatures, but now it's over.
Time to remember all the good the Maker provided us.
So many people died here.
I can't bear to think about it.
Hmph.
Can't say the bastard didn't deserve it.
Creatures would've gotten him, anyhow.
I like Bella a lot better than Lloyd.
She's prettier, for one.
Many thanks, friend!
At least this way I won't lose what little coin I have, aye?
Ha-ha!
That's mighty kind of you to help us.
We thought nobody would come to our aid.
I hear they got everyone in the castle and now everyone who died here, too.
They're all monsters, now.
Whoa there... you don't see one of those stomping around every day, now do you?
H-how did you cure the arl, eh?
We heard you used the Ashes of Andraste.
Did you make it into a poultice?
Did you make him drink it?
Ha!
We're all still alive, and it's time to celebrate!
I'll never forget what happened here.
I'm glad I'm still standing but... do I really deserve to be here when so many others have... gone?
It's going to be odd not having Lloyd behind the bar, yelling at the lot of us.
We've won, but I hear the darkspawn still advance.
Does that mean we have to evacuate the village anyhow?
Never figured you for the violent sort.
I hear you're the one who got us free ale.
Hip-hip-hooray!
Ha-ha!
I'll drink to you, friend.
It's nice to know someone cares about our village.
Then the thing, it... leapt right on him, started chewing his face.
He started screaming, trying to push it off him, and I couldn't even help.
No matter how much ale I drink, I can't quite forget the sight of those creatures...
Ah.
Well, he was always... this is good news, at least.
Eamon would have been devastated.
Unfortunately.
It's unfortunate, but true.
I hope so, for Eamon's sake.
I barely know the lad, myself.
Huzzah!
Hmm...
That idea has merit.
That will not work.
Give that back, I need that.
Oh... uh... hello.
No, no.
Hold a moment?
If this is a dream, I hope it doesn't turn into a nightmare.
Maker's blood.
I would exchange words with you.
I... uhh... wouldn't do that.
We just come here to try and... forget what's happening.
Murdock don't like us being here, but what can he do about it?
He got drunk.
Drunker than usual, even.
Took off his pants and challenged a roast nug to a wrestling match at my father's funeral.
He lost, by the way.
The roast got him in an arm lock.
He sat there crying for half an hour before someone pulled it off him.
You could say that.
You could also say I would rather kiss a deepstalker on the lips than see him again.
Oh?
What's he changed into, then?
A horned toad?
It was a sodding good roast!
How did he lose to a piece of meat?
Militiaman
Catch me if you can!
I know you want to...
The game isn't over, mortal! <desc>laughs</desc>
I got work to do.
I don't need to think about that sodding waste.
I really can't talk.
Beer don't serve itself, you know.
Felsi!
What in Andraste's name are you doing?
The tables, girl!
All right! 
I've got to get back to work.
Oh, you're too kind.
Really.
I'll let you get back to work.
Did you expect any different?
That bastard's always been cheaper than an Antivan whore.
Well look what the nug dragged in.
I should've known you were in the neighborhood by the stench.
I... hadn't thought of that.
Find out how much she misses old Oghren, or who I have to kill, and then I'll go sweep her off her feet.
That's me.
Mister charm.
What do you mean?
I got something in my beard?
My trousers are open?
What?
Go get her.
Here we are defending the village, and he don't even have the decency to help us out!
Never thought I'd see that thing move.
If you ever need a bodyguard...
I think I'm done watching that dwarf's back.
That was a lot more thrilling than protecting a dwarf all day.
Who cares what they were.
I'm just glad they're dead.
We better get out of town before those things come back.
The weapons Dwyn loaned us are better than that crackpot smith's castoffs.
No thanks.
You got us out here, didn't you.
We were probably safer where we were.
Dwyn's worked out free drinks for us before.
But this time, I don't know.
Makes me feel like a hero.
Who needs that dolt of a blacksmith?
We have better weapons than these fools do anyway.
We're fine in here.
Better than out there, anyway.
The king's dead, I hear, and the rest of Ferelden's in a civil war.
I'm just glad I got a steady job.
Ah... we parted company under... less than friendly terms.
Yeah, women.
They're just too sensitive, you know?
She threw me out of her house and tossed all my clothes into a lava vent.
Threatened to take a pair of smithing tongs to... well, you get the idea.
<desc>Sigh</desc> She always was cute when she was angry.
Just be ready to pry her off when she throws herself at me.
We don't want to make a scene here.
Well, don't pry her off me <emp>too soon</emp>.
I mean, a little scene's all right.
Because of the roast nug?
What do you mean by that?
Stop being a wimp.
Go get her.
Maybe I should go talk to her first.
She hasn't exactly forgiven you for the nug incident.
I talked to her earlier.
I may have mentioned your name.
She's still single.
She thinks the surface dwarf men are all boring.
Tranquil Merchant
That fight was rigged!
Anyway, the guards said it wasn't worth pressing charges.
So she's no call to hold a grudge!
And she swooned, right?
Or whatever it is women do when they get their panties in a knot.
I knew it!
Once you've had Oghren, what merchant boy would do?
Well of course.
They're merchants, maybe craftsmen.
None of them compare to a real warrior. 
Typical Oghren.
You haven't changed at all.
Did she say anything else?
And what do you say on this, Leliana?
You know your friend better than I.
These are... unusual times, your Reverence.
With us, the qunari might do some good.
I am sure of it, in fact.
Were things not so desperate... very well, I trust you.
Take these keys to his cage, and Maker watch over you.
Thank you, your Reverence.
Your trust is not misplaced.
Now we threaten priests?
How fun!
What?
Stop that!
How dare you!
Whoa, whoa!
Let's not go crazy, here!
What is the meaning of this?
Why are you with such a woman, Leliana?
What is the meaning of this?
Why are you with such a man, Leliana?
I...
I'm so sorry, your Reverence, but we are doing the Maker's work!
Please trust me when I say this.
I see.
Then here is the key to the qunari's cage.
Take it and begone.
In the future, I would advise you to choose your companions more carefully.
I... yes, your Reverence.
Thank you.
We... will leave you in peace, now.
Whoa!
Whoa!
Let's not get out of hand, here!
What is the meaning of this!
You would threaten me with violence?!
Your Reverence, please... we are on an important mission.
Let us take the qunari off your hands, I beg you!
I see.
And if not, I am to be assaulted?
Is this what we have come to?
No, your Reverence.
I will not allow that to happen.
I have more important matters to concern me.
Here... take the key to the creature's cage and begone!
Do not return.
Ah, thou speakest of the others, how filled they are with hate?
I apologize on their behalf, they cannot control their fate.
You're not going to attack me, are you?
You just figure that out now?
You've seen what passes for dwarves up here.
You don't think that's a joke?
Sure they do!
You've had a good look at Lady Helmi, haven't you?
If her face isn't a joke the ancestors are playing, I'm a bronto's behind.
Oh.
So you mean you <emp>didn't</emp> find another girl willing to put up with you pissing on the table?
I'm shocked.
It doesn't look like you found any priceless gems up here, yourself.
It's a sign of affection!
It's so nice to see everyone working together in a crisis.
Warms the heart.
The nerve of these people!
There's been so many of these men, lately.
Heartless opportunists, all.
Then kill him and take what you need.
I fail to see the problem.
'Tis only survival of the fittest.
All of these cretins would do the same in his shoes, given the chance.
Must we help this man?
It simply feels so... dirty...
A fine sentiment, if I've ever heard one.
You're so nice.
I bet you make allies everywhere you go.
Must we make the lot of these poor people even harder?
And yet Alistair continues to tag along?
You're... just killing him?
Are you mad?!
I thought he was an opportunist?
You should be pleased.
Huh.
Sometimes you can get what you want and still not be very happy.
Sensible enough.
A fine compromise.
So... we have come to solve every squabble in the village, personally?
My, but the darkspawn will be impressed.
Wait!
Stop!
Just... run away, you foolish man!
Run!
Blasted maniacs!
But, you... oh, never mind.
Truly the most sensible thing I have seen all day.
Famine is an interesting solution to scarcity.
At least the shouting has stopped.
How awful that it has gotten like this.
And you want it back, I take it?
What's so special about that?
And if I knew who had such a thing?
My friends say you are not to be trusted.
What right did you have to interfere in the love those children held for each other?
They have to live with what you've done, now!
And so Cammen is a full hunter now.
That is good; we need all the hunters we can get.
Deygan is alive!
We had thought all the hunters in the forest had died.
How wonderful to see that is not so.
It was good of you to help Elora.
Without the halla, we are lost.
So, you are the Grey Warden who is supposed to save us?
I never thought I would hear of an outsider who would ever do anything for us.
I offer you greetings, lethallan.
I offer you greetings, lethallin.
And so Cammen is a full hunter now.
Good, we could use all the hunters we can.
And now Deygan has died, too.
At least him, of all the hunters, we may bury properly.
Elora says you have a way with the halla that she has not seen before.
That is a remarkable gift.
The halla are our guides.
If they accept you, perhaps it is a sign that we should, too.
Elora says you lied to her about the halla.
Why you would ever do that, I don't understand.
So, you're the Grey Warden who is supposed to save us?
I never thought an outsider would ever do anything for us.
There is nothing I can help you with.
Perhaps you should speak to the keeper or Lanaya, his first.
Greetings, lethallin.
Aneth ara, Grey Warden.
You did?
Well...
I don't know what to say to that.
Thanks?
Don't worry about him.
I took care of it.
I can't afford that.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I'll give you that.
So...
Lady Helmi must be a Paragon of beauty then.
I haven't gotten saddled with another duster, either.
Seems like an improvement to me.
Let's get 'em.
Any last words?
You're in my home now, meat.
One more perishes.
What an ass.
Ha ha, another easy victory.
Meet your death!
You think you can steal from me, meat?
Well met.
Don't take another step.
That's no good.
It would never work.
These are our streets.
Tread lightly.
You brought this on yourself.
Idiot.
This is the life, isn't it?
You'll be rat-food soon.
Let's see your innards, you bastard.
Howe wants them all dead!
You don't stand a chance.
To me!
I need help.
Not... like this!
You were nothing.
Greetings.
Heh.
Move and you die.
Will they just pay up, already.
Flaming bastard.
The arl will reward us all handsomely!
Come here.
Now.
My idiot brother could do better than that.
I'm one of Arl Howe's men.
You don't want to mess with me.
Kill everyone, no witnesses!
What?!
What are you doing?
Barely a challenge.
Oh, hello there.
Sorry, no.
Hold on there a moment.
Please!
Fastest messenger in the city, you need it there quick then give me a holler!
Oh right, goodbye!
Thank you muchly!
Oh... rats.
Might I have a word?
Please?
Right, that's a good one.
Perhaps something else?
The guard'll be on you if you do.
Hey, hands off!
Die.
You're bird food, mate.
Help.
Prepare to die, fool.
Mmmghhh...
*Sigh*
Hmph.
We win.
We need to speak.
Not a chance.
Hngh.
The Crows will have you.
Go ahead.
Do it.
Feeble.
Die, traitor.
Your death will be swift.
You have no honor.
For good Ser Landry!
We offer you a finer death than you deserve.
...fights... like a demon...
You fall to my blade.
Hold there.
A word, please?
That has merit.
What a dreadful idea.
I am a knight of the land.
Do not seek to antagonize me.
What that?
Keep your hands to yourself, peasant.
I take no pleasure in this.
Lothering Subplot (revisit).
I've been thinkin' about you, Felsi.
<act>Whisper to Oghren.</act> Tell her you've been thinking of her.
You don't miss Oghren just a little bit?
I dunno.
I haven't tried to hit him yet.
What do you want, Oghren?
How can I miss him until he leaves?
Wait!
You're leaving?
You just got here.
I haven't called you a shaft-rat yet...
Don't let the door hit you in the arse on the way out.
Actually, who am I kidding?
Go ahead and let it.
Indulge yourself.
Nothin'.
Just thought I'd see how you were doing, is all.
Well, maybe that and grease up the bronto, if you know what I mean.
But you were thinkin' about it, weren't you? 
Oh, you can't keep the archdemon waiting.
You hurt its feelings, it just might turn the whole Blight around and go home.
Nobody wants that.
That is a long tale I do not have the time to tell.
Ask Sarel about it, if you wish.
<emp>Complete the ancient ritual</emp>
The earthen tablet you recovered is covered in writing--perhaps elven?
Most of the lettering is faded, making it indecipherable.
There are numerous pictographs, however, which seem to indicate some kind of cleansing ritual to perform prior to honoring the dead.
The first pictograph depicts a filled earthen jug being placed on an altar.
The second shows an elf kneeling before the altar and praying.
The third shows an elf taking a single sip of water from the jug.
The fourth shows the elf emptying the remainder of the water in the jug into a pool.
The last shows an elaborate doorway--perhaps opening or closing?
It is unclear which.
Crystal
The crystal contains an image of the city of Orzammar.
Bust of King Endrin
This is a bust of King Endrin, your father.
Oghren, I'm sure I can speak for everyone when I say that there's nobody in Thedas who <emp>doesn't</emp> think about hitting you.
In the face.
With a hammer.
You keep saying that.
I know you still want me, though.
Good day to you, friend.
I wish something would happen around here.
Rats.
Can I have a word?
I wouldn't count on that working out.
I hope you're not dumb enough to cause trouble.
Stone met!
Wait a minute.
<desc>yawn</desc>
So long!
By the hairs of my ancestors!
Excellent!
Hey, I've got to talk to you.
Hey, that idea has some promise.
Wouldn't pay two bits for that dumb idea.
Try not to cause trouble.
Hey you!
Um.... nooo?
No no no no no no.
I saw a kitty...
Blech.
Will you be my friend?
I like that.
Uh-oh.
Big uh-oh.
Don't like you.
Mine!
Well, you've seen me.
You'll have to go back to Orzammar for the bronto.
You told Ser Perth about the oil but convinced him not to use it.
It would probably cause more problems than it would solve.
I'm watching you.
Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you're some kind of hero.
Society has rules!
I'm still working on the traps.
It's like you can read my mind.
Someone call the Chantry.
This must be blood magic at work.
Well... you don't need to fight it right now, do you?
I mean, you could have a pint first.
You could call me a surly bronto, I could tell you that you smell like nug droppings...
<act>Lie</act> We can't waste time here, the queen's waiting for us.
Noble's Estate
If by, "fun," you mean, "more likely to light farts on fire," yes.
Ah well, it's been fun, Felsi, but I better go.
Oh, the queen needed a new fool, did she?
Admit it, Oghren is much more fun than the men around here.
I tell you what, I've got some things I gotta do, but I'll come back for that pint when things're settled.
You frigid deepstalker.
Fine, but you'd better not keep me waiting, you worthless copper-plated sword-caste.
Wouldn't dream of it.
Weren't you watching?
She could barely restrain herself!
Wait, that was a <emp>success</emp>?
Are you sure?
So what are you leaving for?
Go get her.
We're all impressed.
Let's get going.
There's plenty more where she came from.
You could try again.
Not very surprising.
Painting
Don't you know anything about women?
You gotta make them wait.
Play hard to get.
Yep.
Still got it.
After this thing with the archdemon's over, I'll have to pry the ladies off with pliers, I suppose.
Might as well rest up while I can.
You ready to go?
Ah, why bother?
Once this Blight thing's taken care of, the ladies'll be all over me like flies on a corpse. 
Too much spice!
Too much heat!
Pass me the salt.
No, the other salt.
Whip
A well-worn disciplinary classic.
Ladder
Gong
Narrow Road
Insertion Tool
To ensure customer satisfaction, splurge on the right tool.
Extraction Tool
A good exit strategy separates professional and amateur.
"Magic Wand"
You're not sure if you want to remember what happened last night.
Templar
Templar Commander
Bottle
Flower Pot
Random Major Infamity Encounter Test
Herb
Is it starting?!
It's starting!
Oh Maker!
What am I going to do!
This is it then.
It's time to go out and fight.
Maker watch over us.
<desc>Laughs</desc> <desc>Burps</desc>
One down... two hundred to go!
Uhhh!
T-that thing's not going to hold for much longer!
Help!
Someone!
That barricade's going down!
They're going to break through!
Brace yourselves!
Noooo!
Mother!
It's eating me!
It's eating me! <desc>Gurgles</desc>
Help me!
I can't hold them back!
Whoa.... there's a lot of them...
I think I might be seeing double.
Ahh!
Get them away from me!
I have to get out of here!
Run now, live to fight another day, I say!
We're going to show those... things!
They've messed with the wrong village!
We'll fight for Redcliffe, and we'll win!
<desc>Hic</desc> At least I won't feel any pain when they eat my face...
I'll try my best tonight, that's all I can promise.
We're going to die.
I don't want to die!
Thank you, but I know I won't make it tonight.
Woo!
Who's the man?! <emp>Who's the man?</emp>
Redcliffe won't fall while I'm around!
I don't know why we have to fight each other?
Can't we just have a drink... talk it over?
I think that would work.
You know... sunsets are kind of pretty, but I won't be looking forward to this one.
<desc>Sobs</desc>
This is it, isn't it?
My last night on the Maker's good green earth.
Scarecrow
Map
Crystalized Egg
That's right!
Die, you undead bastard!
Die, die, die!
And stay down like a proper corpse!
That sound... it's like something breaking.
Oh, the barricade... <emp></emp>, the barricade!
It's splintering!
They're pushing through!
They're coming through!
The barricade's down!
Be on your guard!
Help!
I think one of them is gnawing on my foot!
There's... too many!
Huh?
Uncle Bernie, is that you?
Watch out!
Time to go!
Every man for himself!
Let's celebrate, for tonight, we fight!
I think we can do this, tonight.
Have you seen my shoes?
I'll need them for tonight.
I'll fight, and die, for Redcliffe if I have to.
Oh, Maker...
I'm so scared.
We're doomed.
This ale gives me magical powers!
Those creatures are in for a world of hurt!
Got a good feeling about tonight.
We're going to drive them back once and for all.
Pass the ale.
I want to be good and drunk for tonight.
Time is crawling, isn't it?
Dying isn't so bad, isn't it?
That just means the pain is over.
I could get used to that.
It's been nice knowing all of you and fighting alongside you.
Inexplicable Lamp
Tears of Andraste
A small crystal vial filled with a clear liquid, allegedly the tears of Andraste that she shed for humanity.
Anonymous Letter
A cryptic letter from the Antivan Crows that directs you to a back room of the Gnawed Noble tavern.
Contract for Ambassador Gainley
This is the Antivan Crow contract for the assassination of Ambassador Gainley.
Contract for Kadan-Fe Mercenaries
This the Antivan Crow contract for the killing of a band of mercenaries called the "Word of Kadan-Fe."
Contract for Captain Chase
This is the Antivan Crow contract for the assassination of Captain Chase.
Contract for Paedan
This the Antivan Crow contract for the killing of a man called Paedan.
I got one!
Hurrah!
That's right; we're wearing them down!
Hey, they want to come in for the free ale too!
The barricade's not going to hold for much longer!
Oh, sh--!
We can't hold them!
The barricade's down!
So many!
Get them away from me!
Get them away--
Where are they coming from?
Here comes trouble!
Pass the ale!
They're here!
Got to get out of here!
Run!
Save yourselves!
More ale then!
With luck, tonight will go well!
Let's just get drunk.
I don't want to think about nightfall.
Well, I stand ready.
It's not like I have a choice.
I should've left when I had the chance.
I'm going to die tonight.
We're all going to.
I can feel it in my gut.
I'm ready for battle!
Feeling good tonight!
I want to get this battle over once and for all.
Then we'll see about rebuilding the town.
I need another drink.
I don't want to think about tonight.
Why?
What did we do to deserve this horrible nightmare?
I didn't think I'd be as afraid as I am.
Fine, here's 50 silver.
You did your job.
Go.
Fine, here's a sovereign.
You did your job.
Go.
Fine, here's 2 sovereigns.
You did your job.
Go.
Fine, here's 4 sovereigns.
You did your job.
Go.
Fine, here's 6 sovereigns.
You did your job.
Go.
Fine, here's 8 sovereigns.
You did your job.
Go.
Fine, here's 10 sovereigns.
You did your job.
Go.
Stop fidgeting.
I don't like being out here, Dwyn.
The mayor's giving me the evil eye.
And well he should, because you're a good-for-nothing liar and a thief.
Well, we don't understand why we're out here.
We're out here because I say we're going to help these people, and since I pay your wages, you're going to do as I say.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Sure, boss.
Whatever you say.
Get out of our home!
We'll put you back in your grave, where you belong!
These creatures can be killed, like anything else!
Keep it up, men!
We'll drive them back yet!
That's right!
We're not going to lay down and let you stomp all over us!
Fight!
Let's win our homes back!
Don't lose hope, men!
There!
Defend the tavern!
We... we can't hold them for long!
We need more men!
Have faith, men!
We've survived for this long.
When sunset comes we will take back Redcliffe, or die trying!
We will stand together and together we will be strong!
I see them, there!
Be on your guard, men!
Take them all down!
The Maker smiles on us.
We will triumph.
I shall pray for Redcliffe this night.
I will die for my arl.
That is my duty.
I cannot fight them off!
Help me!
The Maker will help us achieve victory.
These unnatural creatures can never win.
Pray, my friends.
Pray that the Maker turns his gaze on us.
Do not be afraid, my friends!
These creatures will fall to our blades!
With the Maker's protection, we cannot lose!
We will try our best to protect Redcliffe, for the arl's sake.
There is no hope for Redcliffe.
We should have helped the villagers get out when we could.
Help me!
I cannot stand against them all!
The Maker will protect us tonight!
I dread the coming of nightfall.
I've felled one!
Praise the Maker!
I long for battle!
If we're careful and alert, we may survive this night.
I do not harbor much hope for us tonight.
There are too many!
They will sing of this battle for years to come.
I am not afraid to die.
I have no regrets.
That's for everyone in Redcliffe!
That thing's not going to hold for long!
That's it, they're coming through now!
Help me!
There's too many!
Look, over there!
I'm getting out of here!
We'll do well tonight.
I feel it.
I hope things go well.
We can't afford to lose more men.
Murdock can say what he wants.
I know there's no hope for Redcliffe.
We're going to take this one night at a time.
I think we'll pull through.
The militia is tired and morale is low.
Tonight is going to be painful.
Get them!
Kill them all!
Watch out!
They're going to break through!
We need reinforcements!
Get them off of me!
I'm not as brave as I thought I was!
I don't know what we'd do without Murdock.
I wish the arl was here.
He would know what to do.
They're all lying to themselves.
They know there's no hope for Redcliffe.
We're ready for whatever these creatures can throw at us.
I wanted to die old and happy in my bed.
Not here, not being eaten by a walking corpse.
And stay down, you monster!
They're breaking through the defenses!
They're coming!
Watch out!
I can't keep them off me!
I can hear them!
No!
I'm sorry; I don't want to die!
I think we'll do good tonight.
Let's just hope for the best.
There's no hope for us.
Everyone knows it; they're just too afraid to say it.
Come nightfall, we'll show those creatures what us Redcliffe folk are made of.
I'm going to drink and sing until nightfall.
I'm going to enjoy the last few hours of me life.
They're going to tear down our barricades!
Maker protect us!
We can't hold them!
Stand fast!
I'm not going to die like this!
Spirits seem high.
That's good.
I should go to the Chantry and ask for some blessings.
I'll need them.
It's pointless.
We're all going to die.
I've a good feeling about tonight.
We're all dead.
Another one down!
Strengthen the barriers!
We mustn't let them though!
Maker help us!
Over there!
Look!
Those creatures don't know who they're dealing with.
I hope we don't lose any more men.
Why do they want to give us false hope?
We know we're all going to die.
Come, let's drink to victory!
It's been good knowing you all.
They're attacking the village!
I...
I think they're coming up from the lake!
We need more help!
You're pathetic, you stupid rotting corpse!
Going to take you all down one by one!
That's what you get for messing with a dwarf!
That's right!
We're wearing them down!
I knew this was going to end badly!
Incompetent humans!
Let's go!
We can do this!
H-hey, look!
I got one!
Er... someone!
Help!
I think they're all coming for me!
Hah!
I'm getting the hang of this!
I knew I should've stayed indoors!
Oh... this is bad...
I think I'm going to throw up!
Alienage Tree
Look, men!
The Maker is on our side!
He will smite these creatures!
Light the traps!
Burn these foul creatures!
It's time, men!
Know that we fight for the Maker and our arl!
Do not lose hope!
We can win this battle!
There is much to do now that the danger is over.
We must rebuild the village.
Maker bless you.
We should have left when we had the chance.
We should have fled in all directions.
They could not have come after us all.
I do not want to become one of those... things, dragged off and made into a monster.
It is not right.
The arl is dead, the king is dead... we are doomed.
I fear most for the children.
They are so frightened.
It breaks my heart.
That... that creature with you, the statue... it's not going to hurt anyone, is it?
Thank the Maker you came when you did.
You saved us all.
I don't know what we're going to do now.
Darkspawn will come now, won't they?
The Blight comes again, and Ferelden is doomed!
What are we to do?
If monsters make it to the chantry, they will break in through the windows and slay us all.
Ahhh!
It's the giant statue!
It's come to get us!
If that were true, it would already be a tiny smear on the floor.
Oh.
Okay.
Are you the hero everyone is talking about?
They say you saved the village.
It's all over now?
When is Mother coming back?
Mother Hannah says we have to be brave.
She says the Maker will smile on us.
Where's my father?
Nobody will tell me.
I want my father.
It's the statue monster! <desc>Screams</desc>
I am no monster, urchin.
I am a golem.
Really?
I didn't know that.
I guess that's all right then.
I want to be just like you when I grow up, a great hero!
I wasn't frightened at all.
Those monsters weren't very scary.
Why do we have to stay in here?
I want to go home.
If-if monsters come in here, I'll pick up a stick and beat them out the door!
I'm scared, Mother!
When are the bad men coming?
Soon, darling.
Don't worry; everything will be all right.
But I want to go home!
Where is Father?
Why can't we go home?
I already told you: Father is outside, defending the village from the bad men.
We must stay here and be brave.
Can you do that?
I...
I guess so.
Why haven't Mother and Father returned yet?
They're... they're gone, dear boy, gone on a long trip.
When will they be back?
I miss them!
Be brave, young man.
Your parents would want that.
We need you here to protect the rest of us, yes?
I guess I can do that.
There's a good lad.
In the morning... we'll look for your parents.
In the morning.
I'm so scared, Father!
What are we going to do?
Silence, girl!
You want the children to hear you?
But night is coming!
The monsters will return, and... we sit here and wait for them!
We have no choice.
We must pray and hope for the Maker's compassion.
I just... hope everything will be all right.
So many have already died...
<emp>Get your trusty hound out of the larder</emp>
Ser Gilmore has come to you with a problem in the kitchen: Your dog is in the pantry causing problems, and the cook wants you to deal with him.
Ser Gilmore will join you while you deal with the matter.
<emp>Consider Morrigan's ritual</emp>
You found Morrigan waiting for you in your room.
She knows that the Grey Warden who kills the archdemon will die, and she has offered you a way out--a dark ritual that will result in the conception of a child bearing the Grey Warden's tainted blood.
If the ritual is successful, when the archdemon is slain, its essence will be trapped in the child growing in Morrigan's womb, thus saving the Grey Warden's life.
I hate not knowing what's going to happen to us.
My thanks.
I like the sound of that.
Hi.
I want to go play but they won't let me.
I want to talk to you.
My dad is going to beat you up.
I'm just standing around.
Don't mind me.
Death is the Maker's punishment!
<emp>Find some weapons in the Treasury</emp>
Your mother has given you the key to the Treasury; you might be able to find some weapons there to help you against Arl Howe's men.
You searched the chests in the Treasury and found the Cousland family sword in one of them.
This will help you drive back Arl Howe's men.
The Cousland Treasury
You have been judged.
Pray that the Maker deliver us from this terrible nightmare.
The Maker knows of all your sin!
May I have a word?
That is a fine idea.
That's a bad idea.
I'll call the guards on you!
Hang on!
Digging graves is hard work... and dull.
By Andraste's dirty socks!
Hey, could we talk for a minute?
I'm going to toss you into an open grave.
Hurting people it's what we do.
We're mages.
Yes!
Our magic gives us power over others! <desc>Laughs</desc> Use your gift today!
Let us play a game!
The one who causes the most pain wins!
I wish something interesting would happen.
Connor will enjoy watching you die!
You're going down!
Take that!
This sword has your name on it.
This hurts...
Night fell and the undead creatures started attacking Redcliffe before you could locate Bevin.
You don't know if Kaitlyn ever found her brother and made it to safety, and perhaps you'll never find out.
I serve my arl!
But there isn't much to do right now.
Maker have mercy!
Wonderful!
A dreadful idea.
I hope you're not thinking of making trouble.
Well, you're not half as honest as I thought you were.
Mage Instructor
It's been slow around here.
Curses!
That idea's not worth my time.
I've got my eye on you.
I saw that!
I choose Teyrn Loghain Mac Tir.
Just standing around... if you've got work for me, I'd be grateful.
Holy Maker!
That's great!
Please, could I speak to you?
I hope you don't make trouble here.
We have enough as it is.
Our enemies will fall before us!
Death to all enemies of Ferelden!
I am honored to fight for Arl Eamon!
I will not fail!
You've got some pain coming to you.
I'm going to chop you to pieces!
Ouch!
Hi there.
I wish there was something else to do around here.
Can I speak to you?
We're all watching you.
Hey!
Hrrr...
We are at your command.
I long to go on a hunt... these humans make me antsy.
You have our thanks.
<desc>angry growling</desc>
I would like to speak to you.
The pack will not tolerate any foolishness from you.
Stone met.
I don't know how these humans live up here.
By the beards of the Paragons!
I'm not afraid of you, Grey Warden though you may be.
To the fallen ironbark tree.
Rats!
You can't defeat me!
Don't hold back!
You think this is a game, don't you?
Ow!
Ha!
You're a disgrace!
That hurts!
You should've yielded when you had the chance.
I am eager to join the battle against the darkspawn.
That is not wise.
Cross me and you will be sorry.
Stop.
That's a terrible idea.
I saw that.
<desc>The guards are following Erlina.</desc>
<act>Leave the bushes.</act>
<act>Keep hiding.</act>
Take that you fiend!
Come here, you!
It hurts!
It hurts!
Ale!
More ale!
I'll drink to that!
A bold plan!
That's the stupidest thing I ever heard.
I'll make you wish you were never born.
Drive these creatures from our town!
You're in for a world of hurt!
This isn't going well, is it?
This is dull.
Andraste!
Good idea!
I don't think that idea's worth much.
I'm going to cut you.
Get away from me, thief.
<emp>Return to the chanter</emp>
All the diseased bears are dead and no longer a threat.
You should return to the chanter for a reward.
You're going to die screaming!
Let's go!
You and me!
Ack!
Help me!
You're no match for me!
Oops...
I'm thirsty.
Where's the ale?
Hello there.
Ugh!
Hey, I got something to say to you.
Is that all you've come up with?
I'm going to gut you, and you're going to like it.
You're going to pay for that.
Raaaaaaaaa!
Hold the line!
Aid me!
Coward!
Won't... last... much longer.
Wait there.
I'm bored.
Fine, leave me.
Everyone leaves me.
Genius!
Don't be stupid.
You stay away from me!
Keep your filthy paws off my stuff.
How wonderful!
Absolutely not.
My sincere thanks to you.
I'd like to speak to you.
I dislike that idea.
Does hitting a woman make you feel better about yourself?
Oh, I get the feeling something terrible's about to happen.
Good day to you.
I'm warning you, I'll scream if you lay a finger on me.
What did I do to deserve this?
Just leave me alone!
I'm not hurting anyone!
All this waiting is making me anxious.
Don't you try anything.
That's mine, you thief!
Drive them back!
Fight!
Help!
I'm overwhelmed!
Oh, sod it!
Get away from me, you monster!
Help me, please!
I don't want to die here!
At least this is better than being in Dust Town.
I'd prefer your handled me more intimately, your highness.
Retrieve Your Equipment
That's all you have to say?
Not even a "Sorry I ran you through?" There's friendship for you, I guess.
What else could I have done?
Jarvia owned me.
We all do what we need to survive.
Even you.
You're right I'm dead, no thanks to you, "salroka."
You betrayed me to Jarvia!
I'm sorry it ended that way.
You had it coming to you.
You're not real. 
Leske?
You're dead.
So am I, salroka.
I had to do what I did to survive, and so did you.
I don't blame you for leaving us all.
So he really can't speak at all?
Where are you from?
So many strangers are about now.
We found someone sleeping in our fields.
In the hay!
Note of Credit
This note bears the seal of House Dace and Ronus Dace's signature.
It promises 100 sovereigns, payable to the holder.
<emp>Find a way out</emp>
The sadistic human lords have kidnapped all the women in the wedding party, including you.
You are being held in a room in what looks to be a noble estate.
You have to do something to get out of here, or things are going to go badly for all of you.
<emp>Talk to Valendrian</emp>
The sadistic human lords have kidnapped all the women in the wedding party and taken them back to the arl's estate.
Talk to Valendrian to see what can be done.
We'll leave him for now.
So these undead are all your doing?
Cabinet
Maker preserve us!
Is this... someone you know?
This... cannot be a friend of yours, can it?
It knows this one?
A darkspawn?
Vashedan!
You know this one?
A ghoul.
Tainted and turned into a slave, poor sod.
It is a ghoul.
One that has been tainted and enslaved by the darkspawn.
Spirits first, and 'twas they who slew Conobar.
Flemeth did not turn to the demon until... much later.
Like I said, he may have torn the Veil accidentally.
If he's involved in this at all.
I really don't know.
Save my son and you will be rewarded, that I promise.
His life is worth more to me than anything, even my own.
I beg you to consider it!
I have already offered you a reward...
I can do no more!
I'm not sure the risk is worth it.
The one good thing that came out of my grandfather's life was this staff.
It is said to possess great power, though I never thought I might have a use for it.
Where are you going?
I thought you were going to help us!
If you go, I doubt we'll still be here when you get back.
I'm just saying.
Oh.
It looked like you were.
If you did leave, I doubt we'd still be here when you got back.
I'm just saying.
You're wrong.
You're really, really wrong.
I'll be back.
Don't worry.
Maybe.
I haven't decided.
You don't need my help.
I never dreamed I would ever lay my eyes on the Urn of Sacred Ashes...
I...
I have no words to express--
<desc>Grunts</desc> Don't get your knickers in a twist, sweet cheeks.
I don't know how mystical this Urn really is.
I didn't think anyone could succeed in finding Andraste's final resting place... but here... here She is.
I stand in awe.
Really.
I could not have asked for a greater honor than to be here.
I will never forget this feeling.
That's it?
Thought it would be bigger.
What an odd thing to do with the honored dead... to store it in a pot.
Bizarre...
Congratulations.
You found a waste-bin.
Nice vase.
I should get one for my house.
Ow.
Maybe true, but... ow.
Too bad what happened to Lloyd.
Couldn't have happened to a nicer fellow.
I guess that makes it my tavern now, doesn't it?
And that's thanks to you, Warden.
The lyrium veins in these walls are richer and purer than any I've sensed in a while.
It's doing things... changing this temple and everything in it.
<desc>These are the earthly remains of Andraste, Prophet and Bride of the Maker.</desc>
So the dragon was not Andraste?
The dragon wasn't really Andraste, right?
Toy
I'm... not sure that's a good idea.
I'd like to help out, but...
I'm not so sure I want to follow you into danger, exactly.
I won't, I promise.
I will find a way to fix this, somehow.
I... no, I don't want to die.
I guess you'll do what you have to, and so will I.
You come with me, that's what.
Beggars can't be choosers.
Come or stay there.
Then help.
Just don't make things worse.
Then get out.
I don't want to see you again.
Would you rather I kill you?
Yes (Big 25/75 split)
Yes (Small 25/75 split)
<emp>Investigate the statue's history</emp>
Murdock says that the statue used to belong to a mage, and that the mage used to live in a cottage, right here in Redcliffe.
Connor is innocent.
If you want to kill him when you don't have to, it's on your conscience.
I know.
I don't want to risk it.
It is, indeed.
Howe is not even taking hostages!
He means to kill all of us!
Oh, I'll look.
I'll remember this day when Howe dies screaming like the dog he is!
Oh, poor Fergus... let's go.
I don't want to see this!
I am not made of porcelain!
We are already in danger... now let's do something about it.
Why would they do this?!
I'll make them pay!
Don't look, Mother.
We are alive.
What of you?
Are you injured?
There's always an obstacle.
You'll see the path but be unable to get to it, and it taunts you and drives you mad. 
Yes... obstacles and mad dream things--a river of flame before a portal, or a door that shows you freedom through a keyhole which no key will fit... 
I once found a passageway smaller than my hand with a mouse going to and fro through it.
Silly thing fled before I could question it.
Oh, there are many.
Many dreamers.
Some think they are mice, others wolves, nightingales... or octopuses.
Each dreamer may know things another may not.
The mouse could have told me what lay beyond the tiny passage, or how to get there.
Even how I might make myself small like him, and crawl through myself.
And if one could become small enough to take one path, perhaps there are similar ways to walk the others.
Because almost everyone here is a dreamer, except for the spirits and the demons, I suppose.
Mice are timid creatures by nature, even mice that are really people.
Almost everyone you see here is a dreamer of some sort.
Could my companions be on one of the islands?
A... mouse?
I once met a mouse in the Fade.
Why would you talk to a mouse?
Why did it do that?
What have you done?
He was just a boy.
He didn't...
I tried so hard to save him.
And what am I left with?
Nothing.
Isn't it obvious?
I'm so sorry.
You left me no choice.
Give it to me!
I'll do it!
Ah, you can't win them all, can you?
You still have my respect, and the respect of all the fighters.
Good showing there, my lady.
Your opponents will be licking their wounds all eve.
Good showing there, my lord.
Your opponents will be licking their wounds all eve.
Ha!
That was exciting!
I had the whole left half of the arena cheering for you.
You're popular with the crowds.
Sealed Passage
The secret passage has been sealed.
<emp>Find the Urn of Sacred Ashes</emp>
Medicines and magic have failed to cure Arl Eamon, who slips closer to death each day.
You have been told that the Urn of Sacred Ashes--containing the ashes of the Maker's prophet, Andraste--has legendary healing powers.
Lady Isolde sent her knights out in search of the Urn, but so far they have returned empty-handed.
If Arl Eamon is to have any hope of recovering, Andraste's Ashes must be found.
Locate the Chantry scholar, Brother Genitivi, in Denerim.
He is the only man in Ferelden who is actively researching the Urn and will have important knowledge to share with you.
Let's go.
You don't want to keep your companion waiting.
Assassin
For blood and glory!
I'm going to enjoy this.
I... could use a hand here.
You're far too slow for the likes of me!
This cannot be...
Sure.
What a dump.
Er... thanks.
Come here for a second.
I want to tell you something.
A sharp plan.
Right. <emp>Great</emp> idea.
I'll write that one down.
Do you know who you're dealing with?
You'd have better luck stealing from a drunk poetess.
Have at you!
Let's do this.
I...
I need a hand, here.
You're a joke.
Don't know how much longer I can hold...
Isn't there something to do around here?
Off with you now.
Why thank you.
Son of an inbred!
<desc>Cheers</desc>
Listen up a minute.
Hmmm, not bad.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> You're serious about that?
You like your face the way it is?
Hmmm, what's this?
Well that was a pitiful attempt at a robbery.
Why don't you stick to milking cows or picking weeds?
Ha!
<emp>Speak with Prince Bhelen</emp>
You have earned Prince Bhelen's trust.
You should see what else he needs from you.
<emp>Speak with Vartag when you are ready for your audience with the prince</emp>
Vartag says that Prince Bhelen has consented to speak with you.
Return to Vartag when you are ready to be taken to the prince.
And you believe everything you hear? <desc>Laughs</desc>
And did you not think that this could be historical fact, and no longer true? <desc>Laughs</desc>
<desc>Sigh</desc> And I should, shouldn't I, after having spent most of my adult life as one.
You've guessed as much, I'm sure.
But does it really matter what I was?
What's past is past.
The dream was not all.
There's more...
You should be on your way, pup.
Long day ahead, tomorrow.
Oh, good.
How thrilling to know I'm so well-taken care of.
I agree.
Especially if you get yourself hurt.
I will never forgive you!
Now <emp>that</emp> is a good incentive, wouldn't you say?
Enough, enough.
Pup, you'll want to get an early night.
You've much to do tomorrow.
It's true.
They should be sending her, not me.
She would scold those darkspawn back into the Deep Roads.
Well I'm glad you find this so funny.
Ah.
I was wondering how long this would take.
Has he asked to recruit you?
<desc>Sigh</desc> If he did, then I would have to consider it.
If a Blight is truly upon us in the south, then Grey Wardens will be needed.
There is no higher calling.
If it comes to that, we can talk about it when I get back.
Until then, just show him every courtesy.
Duncan is a fine man, and a hero.
I know that you'll do me proud.
You've grown into a sensible woman, that much is clear.
I know that you'll do me proud.
You've grown into a fine lad, that much is clear.
You can count on me.
You'll need protecting more than her.
Mother can handle herself.
Always has.
Oh, just go already.
About this Grey Warden...
And if he did?
No.
Why would I want to be recruited?
He hasn't.
I was just wondering about him.
It seems that your father's errand was just a ruse to get his family together one last time before he left for battle.
He and your mother joined you, Fergus, and Fergus's family upstairs.
You should go to your room and rest for the night.
Treasure Pile
Getting sent to bed early, are we?
What?
You sly dog!
Fergus!
Really!
Well, I sure hope he's worthy of your time, or I'll have to have a chat with the fellow.
It's the elven lass that arrived with Lady Landra, isn't it?
Don't you tell me it isn't.
What?
You saucy minx!
Hmm.
A warm bed doesn't sound so bad now, come to think of it.
I'd rather that, too.
It'd be fun fighting side by side...
Maybe next time.
Well, you know father when he makes up his mind. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
Heh.
At any rate, I'll miss you.
Take care of everyone, and be here when I get back.
Now I wish I was staying.
It's damned cold in the south this time of year.
I don't mind.
I have someone waiting for me.
Have fun on the long march.
In the cold.
I'd still rather be going with you.
I certainly hope not!
Best do as your father says, darling.
I will see you in the morning, bright and early.
Mama says you're going to be watching over us while papa is gone.
Is that true, Uncle?
But you're my uncle!
What else could I call you, silly?
Your uncle no doubt thinks it makes him sound too old, Oren.
But he is old!
But not as old as you, mama.
This is your influence, Fergus.
What?
I didn't say anything.
Are you going to teach me to use a sword, Uncle?
Then I can fight evil, too!
I never get to do anything!
Don't worry, son.
You'll get to see a sword up close real soon, I promise.
I'm thinking "no."
How about poison?
Can I learn about that?
How about lock picking?
Papa says you can open anything.
Can you teach me to pick a pocket?
Can we go into the forest?
I want to see a bear!
Fergus, there are times your family causes me great pain.
Now, now.
Mind your mother, Oren.
Are you going to teach me to use a sword, Auntie?
Then I can fight evil, too!
What if the castle is attacked?
Will there be dragons?!
Dragons are terrible creatures, Oren.
They eat people.
Yeah!
I want to see one!
Mama says you're going to be watching over us while papa is gone.
Is that true, Auntie?
But you are my auntie!
What else could I call you, silly?
Your aunt no doubt thinks it makes her sound too old, Oren.
But she is old!
But not as old as you, mama.
This is going to be boring!
I don't want to stay in the castle all the time!
I wish you wouldn't call me that.
Truthiness?
Maybe.
Ask your mother.
I'm not much for swords myself, Oren.
You bet!
Let's go!
Yes that's true, Oren.
It's not going to be very exciting.
If you should need any assistance in the coming days, I would be glad to offer it.
Get moving, brand.
Those trenches aren't going to clean themselves.
Isn't it?
At least violence is honest.
Everyone can be seduced by the right woman.
The trick is predicting who she is, and becoming her.
Master the game, and no one can resist you.
And would you say you've mastered this game?
If I might be so bold... yes.
I was quite good at it.
Sometimes all I had to do was toss a glance and a smile.
Men read promises into such things, and will go to great lengths to see that promise fulfilled.
I could... what?
Oh, aren't you funny.
Well, it... it doesn't, really...
I see your point. <desc>Laughs</desc> We will slay these darkspawn using conventional means--pointy sticks and all that.
And crude.
Why not make someone want to do what you suggest, instead of forcing them to do it?
I'm sure I'm completely immune to your charms.
Maybe you could smile at the Blight and tell it to go away.
I could never be that manipulative.
So how does this help us kill darkspawn again?
And now Denerim is under assault by the darkspawn.
The death toll will be... staggering.
There is much to be done, that is true.
But I should first be thankful to those who have done so much.
Grey Warden, you have not only saved my life but kept my family safe as well.
Grey Warden, I know you did what you had to.
I grieve for my son, but I believe that had you not acted as you did, it might have been far worse.
Oh, how glib!
I suppose you expect me to laugh and forget about you and Morrigan?
Abandoned Camp
Heart of the Forest
Grey Warden, I know you did what you had to.
I grieve for Isolde, but I believe that had you not acted as you did, it might have been far worse.
I am in your debt.
Will you permit me to offer you a reward for your service?
I understand, but regardless of your motivations I feel you are worthy of a reward.
I would like to honor your efforts, nothing more.
Then so be it.
Know that you have my thanks even so.
Err... are you certain?
I simply mean to honor your efforts, nothing more.
Then allow me to declare you and those traveling with you champions of Redcliffe.
You will always be a welcome guest within these halls.
And for you, Warden, a staff that belonged to Isolde's grandfather... himself a mage, I understand.
It will serve far better in your hands.
And for you, Warden, a shield of the same make as those that have been given to our finest knights.
We should speak of Loghain, Brother.
There is no telling what he will do once he learns of your recovery.
Indeed.
We have no way of knowing what Loghain will do once he learns of your recovery.
I need your help against the Blight.
That will do.
As you wish, then.
I'd prefer not.
Lady Isolde did promise me a reward, as I recall.
I need no reward from any human lord.
I said I'm not interested.
I neither need nor want any reward from you.
If you'd like, I won't object.
Thank you, your grace.
I suppose this will do.
There is much else to do, now.
I've been up for some time, but yes, I slept very well.
I've just been watching <emp>you</emp> sleep.
Did you know your eyelids flutter when you dream?
And you have such pretty eyelashes.
Mmhmm.
They're like little butterflies...
I want to catch them and keep them in a jar.
Crazy <emp>now</emp>?
Liar.
You thought I was crazy the first time you met me. <desc>Laughs</desc>
So I hear.
I was watching you sleep.
Er... m-my eyelashes?
You're teasing.
I knew last night was a bad idea.
You're all crazy now.
Sure.
Where's the jar?
You were watching me sleep?
That's creepy.
It's not just my lashes that are pretty.
Why don't you go run from the Blight like all the rest of your kind?
Yes, yes.
That's very nice.
Do whatever you like and go away.
I could let you out of there.
Ooh!
Soris!
There you are.
I was afraid you'd run off.
No, I'm here, with Nelaros's blushing bride in tow!
Reluctantly, no doubt.
You look radiant.
No, I'm here, fellow groom in tow!
Wonderful.
My, how eager you both look to be here.
Valendrian and Mother Boann are here.
Time to face the music.
That's the spirit!
Good.
I'm so pleased to finally do this!
It looks like everyone's ready.
You too, Cousin.
Maybe it won't be so bad, after all.
Perhaps it won't be so tragic, after all.
You had your chance to run.
Coward!
Friends and family, today we celebrate not only this joining, but also our bonds of kin and kind.
We are a free people, but that was not always so.
Andraste, the Maker's prophet, freed us from the bonds of slavery.
As our community grows, remember that our strength lies in commitment to tradition and to each other.
Thank you, Valendrian.
Now, let us begin.
In the name of the Maker, who brought us this world, and in whose name we say the Chant of Light, I--
Milord?
This is... an unexpected surprise.
Sorry to interrupt, Mother, but I'm having a party and we're dreadfully short of female guests. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Milord, this is a wedding!
Ha!
If you want to dress up your pets and have tea parties, that's your business.
But don't pretend this is a proper wedding.
Now, we're here for a good time, aren't we boys?
<desc>Laughs</desc> Just a good time with the ladies, that's all.
Let's take those two, the one in the tight dress, and... where's the bitch that bottled me?
Over here, Lord Vaughan!
Let me go, you stuffed-shirt son of a--
Oh, I'll enjoy taming her.
And see the pretty bride...
What do we do?!
Ah, yes... the uppity runt that thinks he's worthy of speaking to me.
Don't worry.
I'll return whatever's left in time for the "honeymoon".
Every time a knife-ear says that, it makes me smile.
I live in fear.
Giving me orders?
Gentlemen, show this dog his place.
Not even a shadow of a man, I see.
Back to the palace, boys! <desc>Laughs</desc>
Don't worry.
I won't let them take you!
Ah, yes... such a well-formed little thing.
You villains!
That's quite enough. <desc>Laughs</desc> I'm sure we all want to avoid further... um, unpleasantness.
Ha!
This one has spirit!
Of course not!
This is a party!
That wouldn't be much of a party now, would it?
Let me think... hmmm, no.
Oh, we're going to have some fun. <desc>Laughs</desc>
Make me.
At my signal, we run.
Let's get this over with.
Good luck, Soris.
I'm excited!
I can't do this.
You're a coward, Soris!
I'll handle this.
Soris, they're taking Shianni!
Nothing, unless you have any ideas...
You have no right to do this!
I'll kill you!
Take what you came for and go.
If that's my lord's wish.
I'll go with him.
It'll be all right.
Don't you dare touch me!
I'll kill you!
Please, just don't hurt anyone.
Take me, but let the others go!
Let them go!
You have no right!
I can handle myself!
We have to fight!
Run!
We have to get out of here!
I won't let them take Shianni!
Treacherous Path
The Crater
They are a great order of warriors, child, sworn to protect our world from the darkspawn.
You never found the time to help Leorah with the spiders in her storage caves.
She will have to deal with them herself.
You killed Leorah's spiders for her and even though she promised you a favor, you never figured out what you could ask of her.
Strange Wood
<emp>Rest and re-supply</emp>
You have arrived in Lothering, and may rest and re-supply here.
Past the village lies the Imperial Highway, the road that runs through all of Ferelden.
The highway will take you to the various places you need to go: Redcliffe, the Brecilian forest, the Circle of Magi's tower, and the dwarven city of Orzammar.
You have traveled past Lothering and are now on the Imperial Highway, which runs through all of Ferelden.
The highway will take you to the various places you need to go: Redcliffe, the Brecilian forest, the Circle of Magi's tower, and the dwarven city of Orzammar.
Lothering and the Imperial Highway
<Act>Assist Bhelen's men</Act>
<Act>Do nothing</Act>
You two, bind the last one.
Lord Vaughan likes her look and wants to keep her for last.
Have you changed your mind?
I would like to discuss your support, if you are willing.
And I would not.
If you wish to ask questions, than answer mine first.
If that does not suit you, then I apologize but we are done here.
Greetings, Warden.
Have you given my offer more thought?
Hello again, Warden.
It is good that you came to speak with me.
First, let me say that I knew your family.
Eleanor in particular was dear to me, and what Howe did... was unforgivable.
How fitting he died at your hands.
I will be blunt.
I can see that your voice will be a strong one in days to come.
It is to you that Eamon listens, and with good reason.
My father must be stopped, but once that is done Ferelden will need a ruler.
I would welcome your support for my throne.
That is exactly what I am proposing.
When the time comes, you support my bid in the Landsmeet to remain on the throne.
You will be seen as my father's enemy, yet you will be in support of his daughter.
You will be seen as supporting the interests of Ferelden as opposed to solely those of the Grey Wardens.
In return, I add my voice to yours.
Do you see?
Together we can do what alone we cannot.
Once I am queen, I will be in a position to grant you whatever you wish.
And I shall.
This is in addition to Highever being properly restored to you.
That should go without saying, I trust.
Alistair might promise you the same, I suppose, but I would ask which is better: the gratitude of a weak king or of a strong queen?
And even if it is not for you, think of what I could do for the Grey Wardens.
Think of what I could do for your people.
And even if it is not for you, think of what I could do for the Grey Wardens.
Think of what I could do for your companions.
I trust I have made my point.
Tempting.
Sadly, the people would never accept a mage on the throne, even a consort.
I think, however, that the Landsmeet would never accept an elf as my consort.
I highly doubt, however, that any attempt to take a dwarf as my consort would be looked upon favorably.
You... are of Cousland blood, it's true, despite the fact that you are also a Grey Warden.
It would be unprecedented, but...
Ah.
That's too bad.
Can't blame me for asking, can you?
I am not dissuaded easily.
Maric's boys are charming, aren't they?
And happiest when they have a woman to dote upon.
Is that why you support him?
The way you speak of him, it... simply makes me curious.
Well, fair enough.
I apologize.
Cailan always said I was too direct for my own good.
He was the charmer, not I.
And you think this is what he actually wants?
Maybe it is.
If so, then he has changed.
I'll tell you this: my father must be stopped.
Once he is kept from the throne, if it should fall to Alistair then I will be content.
It's true I do still wish your support in the Landsmeet.
Do I have it?
No?
You're a Grey Warden, and despite the fact that my father will paint himself as the only one who can protect the country from the Blight it is not so.
Secondly, you saved Arl Eamon from a plot that no doubt had its origins in Howe's sick little mind.
People will not forget that.
You are competent and powerful, and in the right place at the right time.
Used to your advantage, these things could bring you far.
Ah.
There is to be no discussion, then?
Your loyalty to Alistair is admirable, if misplaced.
If you change your mind, speak to me again.
All I wish to do is talk.
As you wish.
I will remain here, it seems.
For years I have ruled this kingdom as Cailan's queen.
As much as they loved Cailan, all of the Bannorn knew this to be so.
Cailan was a good man.
But what is needed now is not another good man but a good ruler.
I sent Erlina here not solely because I thought I needed help, but because I saw an opportunity.
For us both.
I need your support, Warden.
And you will need mine.
Do you disagree?
You are a fellow Grey Warden.
What do you think of Alistair's potential to rule, never mind his willingness?
Alistair seems like a kind, well-meaning man, and biddable enough.
These are admirable qualities, if not kingly ones.
He also seems to be a fine Grey Warden--which is exactly why he should remain one, and serve the kingdom by defeating the darkspawn.
Cailan knew of Alistair.
It was Arl Eamon that kept Alistair out of the courts, as Maric had desired.
Oh, there are some who would follow Alistair out of respect for his Theirin blood.
The others would see this as Eamon grabbing for power.
Who else do you think Alistair would turn to for help?
Eventually the nobility would return to the old days of constant warring with each other.
Alistair's weakness would destroy everything Maric built.
I simply believe that I am what this country needs.
I will fight for what I believe.
Would Alistair do the same?
My feelings towards Alistair have nothing to do with it.
I barely know him.
Ferelden needs an effective ruler with experience to see it through the Blight and after.
That is not Alistair.
Thus I say again: I would welcome your support for the throne, if you would give it.
What say you, then?
Your support for mine in the Landsmeet?
I have ruled this nation on Cailan's behalf for many years.
I am a great queen, and as beloved by my people as I love them.
Indeed.
I am also doing what I must, for the good of my country.
I agree that there is much to be done before the Landsmeet, but don't you think plans should still be made for what will follow?
I do.
I would rather discuss something else.
Make your case.
Why should I support you?
Are you proposing an alliance?
I think I would need more than just your support.
What if you had a strong king beside you?
Why not simply marry Alistair?
The best of both worlds.
I agree.
You'll have my support in the Landsmeet.
No.
I can't support you.
Will you support Alistair at the Landsmeet?
I think he would make a better king than you believe.
I am offended by that question.
I love him, if that's what you're asking.
It might be.
What difference does it make?
I wish to speak more of your offer.
I don't think I'm as important as you believe.
I'm done talking.
Why should I support you?
You think you are a better candidate than Alistair?
It's true he probably isn't the best suited.
Just how do you know so much about him?
A kind king who is a fine warrior?
Sounds good to me.
What's your alternative?
I disagree with that assessment.
You don't seem to like Alistair much.
You just want the throne for yourself.
And you would serve better as queen?
Being a good ruler requires more than ambition.
We all do things we have to, sometimes.
I think he would do fine, actually.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
<desc>You can hear Godwin breathing inside the closet.</desc>
<act>Open door.</act>
You should go quickly.
Just know that we're all going to miss you.
Metal Doors
City Map
Alienage
Bedroom Key
An ornate brass key.
Entry Door Key
A heavy bronze key.
Morrigan has joined you at her mother's behest--though she seemed reluctant to do so--and has agreed to guide you safely through the Wilds.
She has also suggested that you first stop by a village north of the Wilds to rest and replenish your supplies.
Critical Path Story So Far
Which special (easter egg) encounter?
These are technically no longer random encounters.  Please choose one of the following to jump to the encounter.
LotR
Existentialism
Super Metal
Gaider
Graveyard
Axe in the Stump
335485 	: A monumental task stands before you: gather an army large enough to battle the darkspawn horde.
There is also the matter of Teyrn Loghain's betrayal.
Alistair suggested that you gain the assistance of Arl Eamon, the arl of Redcliffe.
With his help, you may be able to influence the nobles of the Landsmeet to unite against Teyrn Loghain to bring him to justice. 
Redcliffe's problems have been solved for now, but Arl Eamon is still on his deathbed and in need of a cure.
Legend states that the Urn of Sacred Ashes, containing the prophet Andraste's remains, has miraculous healing powers.
It may be his only hope.
You ventured far into the Frostback mountains in search of the Urn of Sacred Ashes, containing the prophet Andraste's remains.
You discovered the Urn in an ancient temple and obtained some of the Ashes after going through a series of tests.
*** This should not appear now that the Landsmeet is forced to happen after the Wide-Open World.
Arl Eamon has been revived by the healing powers of Andraste's ashes and has gone on to Denerim to call the Landsmeet.
He has asked that you join him as soon as you can.
There, you will attempt to bring Loghain to justice and stop the civil war that is brewing.
However, even if Arl Eamon can unite Ferelden, her forces stand no chance against the darkspawn horde.
You need more men, and the Grey Warden treaties you hold give you the authority to command the various races of Thedas to fight with you.
Gather your army, and pray that Ferelden stands united when the time comes.
You have gathered a formidable army and many have pledged to join you in the great battle when the time comes.
Arl Eamon has been revived by the healing powers of Andraste's Ashes and has gone on to Denerim to call the Landsmeet.
He has asked that you join him as soon as you can.
There, you will attempt to bring Loghain to justice and stop the civil war that is brewing.
The Landsmeet is over, and civil war has been averted.
Ferelden is once again united under one ruler and saving the land from the Blight is now the priority.
You were on your way to Redcliffe, where your army gathers to defend against the darkspawn attack.
The Landsmeet is over, and civil war has been averted.
Ferelden is once again united under one ruler and saving the land from the Blight is now the priority.
While Ferelden's forces are considerable, they stand no chance against the darkspawn horde alone.
With the Grey Warden treaties in hand, you have been enlisting the various races of Thedas to fight with you.
<emp>Help the hungry prisoner</emp>
The prisoner at the king's camp has begged you for some food.
According to him, the guard may have some to give.
Kaitlyn has left Redcliffe with her brother, Bevin, hoping to make a new life somewhere else.
Oh, thank the Maker you've come to.
We were so worried...
We're in the palace, of course.
Doubt we're getting the tour.
You usually dodge better than that.
This one will hurt for a while.
We're scared but unharmed.
So far.
Glad you've still got some fight in you.
They locked us in here to wait until that... bastard is "ready for us."
Forgive me if I don't hold my breath.
The door is locked and solid, and we're unarmed!
We're five unarmed women.
What makes you think <emp>we</emp> can kill anyone?
More like once he's had his way with us.
Maker keep us, Maker protect us, Maker keep us, Maker protect us--
Great!
Now this, again.
Where are we?
Oww!
Is everyone all right?
All right, that human dies.
Then we need to get out of here!
We'll kill the first human that opens the door.
I'm sure he'll listen to reason once he's sobered.
Chances are we'll be raped, beaten, and killed.
He has?
I... wasn't expecting that, to tell you the truth.
To marry Cailan's brother...
I suppose stranger things have happened.
If it will truly help matters... <desc>sigh</desc>
And what of you, Warden?
What will become of you once I am married?
Cailan had his women.
He was thoughtful enough to keep them discreet, but I always knew.
Am I to have yet another husband whose eyes lie elsewhere?
If so, I would appreciate knowing now.
I wish to enter this with my eyes open, Warden.
Is that so difficult to understand?
Then I have changed my mind, Warden.
I will not take a husband under such circumstances.
You ask too much of me.
If this changes your mind about our agreement, then so be it.
But as far as I'm concerned, the subject is closed.
Good.
I hope Alistair knows this, as well.
I see.
Then all I wish is that you two do not embarrass me.
That is, I think, not unfair to ask.
Aren't you?
I disagree.
If that were true, you would not have been needed for this conversation.
Is this it, then?
I agree to marry Alistair to retain my throne, and in exchange I give you my support?
If not, then tell me now.
Ah, that's a shame.
Hardly unexpected, really.
You return.
Is there something you wish to discuss?
I try not to.
I still do not.
But thank you for asking.
Then I wish you luck, Warden.
I can see the benefits of what you propose, perhaps, but... no, it is impossible.
A man like you could make a fine prince and consort.
Is this what you are actually proposing?
My hand for your support?
And I am tired of ruling in a husband's name.
If I marry again, it will not be to become a figurehead. 
If being a consort is not enough, then marry Alistair.
Perhaps he will bend over more gracefully than I would.
Of that I have no doubt.
If only it didn't chafe so.
Hmmm.
Very well.
It is too good an opportunity to pass up.
Once I am coronated, I will take your hand as my consort.
Hmmm.
No.
No, I think not.
I have no idea what manner of ruler you would make, Warden.
But I am not in the market for another husband.
Perhaps not.
Still, I think we can make some other arrangement, no?
Ignoring that the man looks so much like Cailan--my recently-dead husband, if you'll recall--my main fear is that he might govern like Cailan as well.
And are you so truly eager to pawn the lad off on me, anyway?
I rather got the sense that you two might be...
I see.
So be it, then.
Alistair does have Theirin blood.
It is the one thing I do not have, truth be told.
A union might be considered a compromise, but... is this something Alistair even desires?
And by extension, neither is what I want?
Let me say this: if Alistair is willing to stand back and allow me to continue governing the nation, then I would be willing to have him as my king.
It is my understanding that governing does not appeal to him anyhow.
If that is so, this is a compromise I can live with.
Do so.
I will be interested to hear what he has to say.
Do you foresee me agreeing to place an untried, unwilling man on the throne otherwise?
One whose largest decisions to date have consisted of which shoe to put on first?
If it will settle matters more quickly, I am willing to agree to this... but only if it will benefit Ferelden.
That is how my own marriage to Cailan began.
It still became more, in time.
This doesn't bother you?
Consider it forgotten.
Now as for the alliance we were discussing...?
Now, if there's nothing else...?
But it is true that Alistair has Theirin blood.
To some, this is more important even than practical considerations.
So we have a deal, Warden.
I trust you'll keep your end of the bargain... now, I suppose, comes the task of dealing with my father.
That will be no small feat, of course, but I am certain you already know this.
Ask me whatever you like.
Because he believes he is right, Warden.
He thinks he is the only one who can see Ferelden out of its current crisis, even if it is one he helped engineer.
My father is capable of remarkable blindness, but it stems from his love for Ferelden.
That is the saddest part of all, I think.
I hope not.
But I fear it is so, yes.
"Trust" would perhaps be putting it too strongly.
My father knew what Howe was.
And while I despised the man, I knew that father relied on his political mind.
I expect my father thought himself above being influenced by the snake.
Truly I wonder how many of these acts stemmed from Howe and not my father at all.
We may never know.
I am not sure.
I had no inkling of my father's plans until Cailan was already dead.
I would like to think that my father planned for the worst but did not truly decide that Cailan was a lost cause until that moment in Ostagar.
The alternative is difficult to imagine.
He's agreed to your terms.
I'm not answering this.
I will not be in the picture.
I am not going anywhere.
Ask him yourself.
I am not part of this.
Alistair can make up his own mind.
Marry Alistair and you have my support.
I don't think it is going to happen.
What do you think about marrying Alistair?
I would rather be a king, not a prince.
Why don't <emp>you</emp> marry him?
You'd look better in a wedding dress.
I was thinking more of Alistair.
Very well.
Marry me and you have my support.
That's not your concern.
What Alistair wants is not important.
I think I could convince him.
I will speak to him, then.
Why would he agree to those terms?!
Never mind.
I don't think that would work.
You've never heard of a political marriage?
Not at all.
I'm not eager, no, but it's still a good idea.
True.
Forget I said anything, then.
Another question...
Why doesn't Loghain back down?
Is he truly beyond reason?
Why would he ever have trusted Arl Howe?
Did he plan overthrowing Cailan before Ostagar?
You traveled to the town of Redcliffe to seek out Arl Eamon, the late King Cailan's uncle.
The town was suffering nightly assaults from walking corpses.
You left the people to their fate and upon your return found that Redcliffe had been reduced to a lifeless ghost town.
You spoke to Bann Teagan and to get to the bottom of this, Redcliffe Castle must be breached.
<emp>See what else Harrowmont requires of you</emp>
You have earned Lord Harrowmont's trust.
You should see what else he needs from you.
I don't have that much silver to give you.
We have our deal, Warden.
If there is nothing else...?
He is my father, as well as a great general who has served his nation well until now.
If there is a way for him to live, I would prefer it.
Then that is how it must be.
I will always be my father's daughter, but even I know he must pay for his crimes.
It will not make me glad, even so.
Does that affect your decision?
Can we yet come to an arrangement?
I am glad to hear it.
In the end, it will be up to the Landsmeet to decide, I think.
I suggest you be careful.
He will be wary of you and no doubt is watching your moves.
But of course you know this.
You are the expert here, not I.
I imagine you have much to do.
Is there anything else you needed from me?
What happens to Loghain if you are queen?
There isn't.
Without question.
Justice must be done, don't you think?
If there is a way, I wouldn't oppose it.
I would rather he lived.
He will be useful.
My knights and I will be here, guarding the path from the castle.
Do you wish to stand with us, or with Murdock and the militia in the village below?
Good luck to you then, and may the Maker watch over us all.
I will stand with you.
I should help the villagers.
The militia will stay here protecting the chantry.
The knights are defending the path from the castle.
Will you fight here with us, or with them?
Then good luck to you.
You'll need it.
I will fight here with you.
I will fight with Ser Perth.
She wants to be queen.
I get it.
I don't trust her any more than her father, but I get it.
Hmmm.
There was a time that would have given me great relief.
Now?
I'm not so sure.
But I'm a Grey Warden first, and if I get to stay a Grey Warden I'll take it.
Let Anora be queen.
Oh?
Smart.
I wouldn't be surprised if that's why she arranged to be here to begin with.
They say that Anora is smart, determined... she's supposedly the one who's really ruled here, not Cailan.
She's her father's daughter.
Me, I say that's where the problem lies.
People like her and her father always think they're the only ones who can fix things.
So everyone should just stay out of their way.
What do you think?
When the Landsmeet comes, you might even have a say.
You say that now.
Just wait.
I'm full of surprises.
I think they'll listen to a Grey Warden, one who just might save this country yet.
No, she probably should be.
That doesn't mean she's going to be.
I think she dislikes what I represent.
I'm here to replace her dead husband, aren't I?
What would you think? 
Marry her?
As in marriage?
As in be her husband?
You've spoken to her about this?
You did, didn't you?
Oh.
My mistake.
Ah.
I didn't mean... all right.
I understand.
All right.
I'll accept that... for now.
I understand.
And I still don't care.
I don't want anyone else... even just for show.
Good.
I like that idea much better.
Much better.
Marrying Cailan's widow?
How could she even...?
No, never mind.
I'm going to not think about it now.
Oh, that's nice.
I can't turn left without someone telling me something like that today. <desc>Sigh</desc>
Why do you think I should do this, then?
Tell me.
I... suppose so.
It just seems strange that you should be the one to bring this up.
So are you.
You're more important to me than anything.
I don't want anyone else, even for pretend.
So are you.
More important than the throne, by far.
I don't like the idea, myself.
I'd rather marry who I want to, and nobody else.
Do you really want me to do this?
Give me a good reason to even consider it.
I can't say I like the idea at all.
Why should I even consider something like this?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Yes, yes, I suppose you're right.
The Landsmeet will probably see that, too.
Is it?
I don't think so.
I don't trust Anora any more than her father.
And I'm certainly not going to marry her.
Go and tell her whatever you think best, but...
I can't do it, even if it means I have to be king myself.
I'm sorry.
Compromise?
Yes, I suppose the Landsmeet would like the sound of that.
No.
I don't think compromise is what's needed, here.
I... suppose.
I don't know how much of a leader I am, but... at least I know she's a good ruler.
Err... no?
Not perfect.
Not perfect at all!
Hmm.
You might have something there.
All right.
You've convinced me.
If it comes to that...
I'll agree to marry her, Maker help us all.
Go and tell her, if you think it's a good idea.
Me, I think I need a drink.
Or ten.
Or I can rule while I lead.
Also perfect.
I've never chased after the throne my entire life, but...
I don't trust Anora.
Not even a little.
Tell her whatever you want to, but I won't marry her.
I'm sorry.
I... maybe you're right.
I hate it when you're right.
Go ahead, then.
Tell her I'll do it, if it comes to that.
Now excuse me while I go have a small heart attack somewhere.
No big deal, right?
I see.
Is that how it is?
Fair enough.
You want it to happen?
Go and tell her it'll happen.
But that is going to be the last order you give me.
Now leave me alone.
Is that what friends do, then?
Order each other around?
So it's an order, is it?
No.
No, I don't think I will.
I'm not going to be ordered to marry anyone, least of all Cailan's wife.
You go and tell Anora whatever you like.
But I'd rather be king than marry her, and that's final.
You have?
I'm... relieved, actually.
The Landsmeet may not listen to you, and Arl Eamon would go right back into a coma if you told him... but me?
I'm relieved.
I guess all we need to do is stop her father from taking the throne first, right?
Oh, how hard could it be?
He's just a hero.
And a teyrn.
With a bigger army.
Us?
We've got spirit!
I heard that.
This is true.
The Landsmeet could pick Anora for queen no matter what happens, right?
Maybe not.
There's good reasons for me to be king, I know that.
I just thought Anora didn't seem like such a bad choice.
Hmm.
I suppose I could always flip a coin.
Got one handy?
Good plan!
We could go to Orlais, live in sin and eat cake until the darkspawn finally catch up to us.
Cursed darkspawn!
About the whining?
I know, I know.
Someone really needs to slap that one around.
Tsk.
No, no, it's all right.
The moment has passed.
Time to face the music.
Right you are.
We have to convince everyone there are monsters that need fighting.
Who would have thought?
Mind you, then I'd have "crown hair" all the time.
Is that a thing?
Can you have "crown hair?" I bet you can.
I like the way you think, sometimes.
Of course, I probably wouldn't be all that attractive once the people lynched me.
Unless maybe they thought I was too pretty to lynch.
You say that now.
Just wait until I get all bossy and bad-tempered.
Or is that the point?
Other men, I suppose?
I think I'd just look awkward.
Not without embarrassing Arl Eamon. "Oh, by the way?
That whole duty thing?
Could we just ignore that?"
His sister is who my father cheated on to make me, yet he still took me in.
He was good to me, and not because I was a good backup plan.
But...
I wonder if he feels differently now that Anora is here?
She gave me the strangest look, like she was sizing up whether the cow was ready for slaughter.
I asked her why.
You know what she said? "It would be like marrying his twin." I misheard that, right?
Tell me I misheard.
Good, because that idea?
Bad.
All kinds of bad.
Maybe she said, "You've got a hairy chin?" I do need a shave.
Yes, I'll go with that.
I've decided to support her in the Landsmeet.
She wants my support in the Landsmeet.
What do you think about her?
I think you'll make a fine king.
You think they'll listen to an elf?
You think they'll listen to a dwarf?
Why would they listen to me?
I think we should deal with Loghain.
You don't think she should be queen?
Why does she dislike you?
What would you say about marrying her?
Good.
I've agreed to support her in the Landsmeet.
I think you should marry Anora.
There is no "us."
This is a political arrangement, nothing more.
Then I'll tell her no deal.
Stop being a child.
This is your duty.
This is about more than us, Alistair.
Please just hear me out.
It doesn't have to change anything.
I know.
But this is important.
I can turn her down, if you prefer.
I think this is the best compromise for peace.
She can rule while you lead.
It's perfect.
It's the smart move.
And I think you know that, too.
You'll do it because I tell you to.
Perhaps I will tell her no, then.
I've agreed to support Anora in the Landsmeet.
Oh, you also need to marry her.
Yes, let's not get ahead of ourselves.
He can't rule if he's dead.
That should be the easy part.
You aren't king yet, Alistair.
Do you really have a choice?
You should do what you want to do.
We could run off together, instead.
I agree with Alistair.
Don't you listen to him.
We have a lot to do.
You heard right.
You don't look <emp>that</emp> much like Cailan.
You misheard.
It'll never happen.
He sends his regrets.
Someone is buried here.
It may be someone you know!
Enchanted Stump
He who pulls the axe may be the next ruler of Ferelden.
Quiet!
Both of you!
I think I heard something.
Keep your eyes open...
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
Ser Cauthrien, Loghain's lieutenant, cut off your exit from Arl Howe's estate.
Anora got away in the confusion.
Perhaps it would be a good idea to speak to Arl Eamon about this.
It's going to be a lot quieter without you around.
A Grey Warden, huh?
Fancy that!
This is terrible!
You have to do something!
Humans are trouble.
You're lucky you made such a good match.
Good luck to you, whatever happens.
You're lucky that Duncan was here to help you out.
We don't deserve this sort of treatment.
Those poor girls!
Good luck with the ball and chain.
Heh.
Where's the drink?
I just hope things don't get worse for us here.
You'll do good out there, I'm sure.
Rich noble humans can't be trusted.
That's what I always say.
We're going to find those girls dumped in ditch somewhere, aren't we?
There had better be dancing.
It's not a real wedding without dancing!
We're all happy for you and Soris!
This is the best thing for you, dear, but we're all sad to see you go.
Maker watch over your path.
Maker watch over those girls...
I can't imagine what those horrible men might do!
And on your wedding day!
It's unbelievable the gall of those humans!
I see Shianni's celebrating already!
Good riddance.
You were always a trouble-maker.
I just hope that captain leaves us alone from now on.
That Shianni's bad news.
Look what she's gone and gotten herself into now.
Anything we do now is just going to make things worse.
Soris is getting married?
That's good, he needs a woman to look after him.
Never thought your father would manage to find anyone to marry you.
I always said you were meant for something other than this place.
Go on, get out of here.
You deserve it.
One day that Vaughan will pay for what he's done.
We need to do something.
We can't just leave those girls.
You should thank the Maker for your good fortune!
I wish my wedding could have been as grand as all this!
Grey Warden!
There's a huge force attacking at the mill!
We need help!
You must hurry!
We'll keep them back as long as possible!
Leave none of these vile fiends standing!
We're on our way!
I can't abandon the chantry!
Do your best!
Still here?
Shoo!
Go get married!
I understand.
My blessings to you on your big day then, young one.
I would help, but I have nothing.
I'm sorry, but I have nothing.
The monsters are attacking from the lake!
They're attacking the barricades!
We need help!
Come on!
We need to hurry!
Watch out for others!
There must be more of them!
Regroup to the chantry!
Fall back, everyone!
Knights!
Stay here and guard the path!
Carta Jailor
Jail Key
A well-worn key.
Captain Key
A plain bronze key.
Concealed Door
You're conscious.
Good.
Your elder is waiting to speak with you.
D-don't leave me alone... please... please, take me home. <desc>sobs</desc>
So much blood.
I...
I can't stand to look at it.
It's... everywhere.
I...
I think so...
You killed them, didn't you?
You killed them all.
Good.
Good...
Is... she going to be all right?
I'll take the rear guard.
I can't wait to leave this place.
So you'd rather I be dead than... marry me...
Shianni's strong.
She'll recover. 
A bit rattled.
They said they were... saving us for later.
I can't believe you came for us.
Thank you.
I'm fine.
Your friend... got the worst of it.
They said they were saving us for later.
I can't believe you came for me.
I...
I see.
Er... we should go.
Soon.
As in now.
Yes.
Let's go home.
Everything will be all right.
Can you walk?
Like dogs, Shianni.
I did what had to be done.
Not just them.
All the humans who hurt you.
Let's just get out of here.
Would you be?
Nesiara?
Are you hurt?
You're not dead?
So I still have to marry you?
She'll live.
How are you?
She's all right.
Where is Nesiara?
I couldn't just let them hurt you.
Don't be so selfish.
I came for everyone.
Good thought. 
Yes, I've had enough of this place.
They had no right to do this.
Drink Table
Kitchen Supplies
Armor Stand
Quest Complete at Calahan
And your wood can get me into the center of the forest?
I'm here, aren't I?
I am, actually.
Chin up, Lloyd.
You're doing fine.
Just do what you're told.
It's a war we started, I'm told.
That... does complicate things.
I have no mage companions.
Time to die, already. <act>Kill him.</act>
Wounded Cultist
Temple Guard
Try not to disturb the little ones.
They can be quite vicious to strangers.
I am glad you decided to help us.
Perhaps you will stay?
I think we need new blood.
Oh, there is so much work to do.
I think we will get a new group of hatchlings soon.
Dragonling Handler
Maker save us!
We're under attack!
You attempted to address the Assembly, but they were deaf to your concerns while the throne is up for grabs.
<emp>Speak to the lords of the Assembly</emp>
The leadership of Orzammar is is chaos.
Addressing the Assembly seems like the likely place to start looking for a solution.
The Chamber of the Assembly is in the Diamond Quarter.
You did not attempt to address the Assembly before the throne was decided.
Wracked with guilt over the part she played in Connor's possession, and knowing that her son was in agonizing pain, Isolde came to the realization that it was time to end Connor's life.
However, you did not allow her to take his life, as she wished; you did the deed yourself.
The demon is gone.
You know, I have some documents, too.
They say I'm the queen of Antiva.
What do you think of that?
Throne
Crazy Mage
I wish you luck, Grey Warden.
For all our sakes.
I am to watch over Redcliffe until Eamon returns.
I pray that he will, that you all will.
So Anora rules, then?
That is... unexpected.
Still, she is her father's daughter.
She will be a good queen for Ferelden.
We will need her strength if this... once the Blight is done.
So Alistair is going to be king after all?
Poor sod.
Why do I feel like I'm waiting for the axe to fall?
Don't worry, old man.
You'll get used to it.
Eventually.
Well, I suppose he'll get used to it eventually.
Provided he doesn't run while he has the chance. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
The Landsmeet will determine whether or not Loghain has his way.
Prove him wrong, Warden, for all our sakes.
Wounded Mage
Wounded Templar
Werewolf Alpha
Cocooned Corpse
Oh.
I can barely remember how you even got there.
Stood there for thirty years, maybe more, until you came along.
Do you know anything about the golem?
Strange that matters can be so tumultuous and yet the day still be so bright.
Oh, my pardon, just thinking aloud.
Are you here for the chanter's board?
Nice to see you again.
Shrub
And an excellent party trick, I'll bet.
Well-armed individuals that visit the rectory tend to be here for that.
Chanter Rosamund is tireless and resolute in her duties.
I'm sure you can find something of interest on her board.
How did you know?
Huh.
Considering where that came from let's hope we're not the only ones in good health.
I did <emp>not</emp> see that coming.
I don't have anything else to offer, really.
Telmanes' Key
: This key was held by Telmanes.
<emp>Seek out Arl Eamon</emp>
Alistair thinks that you should seek the help of Arl Eamon of Redcliffe--a highly respected noble who has a great deal of influence in the Landsmeet.
You have traveled to Redcliffe only to discover that the village is suffering nightly attacks from the walking dead, and that Castle Redcliffe is locked shut, showing no signs of life or activity.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
You traveled to Redcliffe to seek the help of Arl Eamon, only to find the village besieged and under attack from the walking dead.
You finally managed to find your way into Castle Redcliffe, and have discovered that Connor, Arl Eamon's young son, is the one responsible for all the terrible things that have happened.
Connor, a mage, has been possessed by a demon and is now an abomination.
<emp>Revive Arl Eamon</emp>
You traveled to Redcliffe to seek the help of Arl Eamon, only to find the village under attack from the walking dead.
These creatures were controlled by Connor, Arl Eamon's young son, who was possessed by a demon.
You vanquished the demon, but Arl Eamon is still on his deathbed, after having been the victim of a poisoning attempt.
You need his help and you need to cure him.
I've seen Prince Bhelen Aeducan himself wearing a robe made of something quite similar!
So I pay your exorbitant price only to end up looking like a poor imitation of Prince Bhelen?
Hah!
You'll get no coin from me.
But that was not what I meant, my lord!
My lord...!
Eamon intends for me to remain in Redcliffe for now, to help with the rebuilding.
If you have need of me I will be here.
In an alienage apartment you found an antique Free Sailor sextant.
It looks valuable.
Perhaps someone is looking for it.
<emp>Return the sextant to Chanter Rosamund</emp>
In an alienage apartment, you found Fazzil's sextant.
Return it to Chanter Rosamund in the Market District for a reward.
<emp>Retrieve the Litany of Adralla from Niall's body</emp>
The sloth demon has been defeated.
Niall did not come with you.
While he was trapped in the Fade, his body languished in the real world.
His last request was that you take the Litany of Adralla from his body and save the Circle of Magi.
Trespasser!
Intruder!
Sound the alarms!
<emp>Find your family before it's too late</emp>
You went to sleep after the pleasant family reunion, only to find that Arl Howe's men had infiltrated the castle, and had begun killing everyone in it.
You need to find your family.
Killing you would be a waste.
<desc>Laughs</desc> If you want to think of it that way, you may.
Meteor Metal Ore
This hunk of rock fell from the sky, perhaps the last remnant of another world far off in the sky.  If you could find a smith with the skill to temper it...
Blood Mage Sanctum
<emp>Bring Dagna's request to the Circle of Magi</emp>
Knight-Commander Greagoir has refused Dagna's request.
Return to Dagna and inform her of the bad news.
Ha!
She's spirited!
Lord Vaughan's going to enjoy breaking her.
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Learn an ability.
Poisons.
Herablism.
Learn Recipes.
Learn to make a simple trap.
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I... that's not what I meant!
Not at all!
Well, all right.
Perhaps a little bit.
Spoilsport.
And once this tower is gone, it would be the <emp>only</emp> one!
Think of it!
But I am?
What he says makes sense.
Do not discard it out of hand... these mages are out of control.
I do.
This infection must be cleansed before it spreads.
The responsibility of what you are should then be even clearer.
Act before the danger spreads.
Only because you choose to make it so.
Do not be a fool.
A coward's choice.
This is what must be done, it is clear.
You hated your old master, so all mages should die?
<emp>I'm</emp> a mage, Shale.
No.
That's not going to happen.
You support his opinion?
<emp>I'm</emp> a mage, Sten.
It isn't that simple, Sten.
No, I won't do it.
You're right.
And so is he.
We need to do it.
Proving Grounds
Is there a reason it refuses?
There is power to be gained, and it refuses--for what?
Oh?
My apologies for disturbing it, then.
By all means.
Oh.
Well, who can argue with <emp>that</emp> logic?
Consider what it has to gain.
These little humans as allies, power that it sorely lacks... all in exchange for placating their mad little god?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Fair enough.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Maybe not.
But it certainly wasn't boring.
Bah!
Wisdom?
How about we settle for intelligence, for once!
Absolutely I am.
I don't have time to discuss it.
It's the right thing to do.
End of story.
I don't trust Kolgrim's offer.
No.
I won't do it.
You don't really think that's wise, do you?
You really think I should go along with it?
I do, and I probably always will.
I will just... move on.
The Marjolaine I knew is gone.
I just have to move on.
So the archdemon is next, is it?
Well... good luck with that. 
I would not have thought I would say this, but...
I am glad I am going with it.
Perhaps we are not completely doomed.
Oh, it is.
Without me there, it would be doomed without question.
I suppose it does mean it will have something to hide behind when the dragon breathes its flames, yes.
I would. <desc>sigh</desc> But I suppose there are certain obligations that go along with having a squishy companion made out of flesh.
Let us try to get through this without my being rendered into so many pulverized pebbles, yes?
Or <emp>eaten</emp> by the dragon!
It might give "passing a stone" all new meaning, but <emp>I</emp> don't want to be there for it...
Ah, well.
Enough talking.
There is a burning city to invade... or something...
Part of me is glad that it has decided to leave me here at the gate, but the other part is... apprehensive?
I would almost say that I feel concern for something other than myself, even maybe for a soft, squishy companion... but that would be silly, wouldn't it?
About me? <emp>I'm</emp> not the one going up against a giant dragon with little more than wishful thinking.
And... do try not to get swallowed whole.
If the beast were to fly about afterwards and poop it out, irony would dictate that it would land on me.
I couldn't take it.
Well, then.
I suppose this is it?
Have fun storming the castle.
I know!
Please do not tell anyone.
I doubt I could blush, but it would be so awkward.
I'll take that as a vote of confidence.
My chances are better with a golem at my side.
I'm worried about you, too, Shale.
Thank you, Shale.
I appreciate the thought.
It's scandalous to even consider the notion.
No, just trying to picture his little elf head... squishing... ah, there we go.
You are not surprised.
'Tis not so surprising, is it?
I.. don't know.
Maybe she would know me as her love, even still?
More likely she would love to eat you.
Me?
Confront the demon?
This is... a lot to ask.
And it seems there is no one else to do this, is there?
<desc>Sigh</desc> I suppose I do, at that.
And I believe I am already performing a necessary service for you.
Pick another.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I see.
So be it.
I shall confront this demon, myself.
Let us begin at once.
I would like you to go, Irving.
I think you owe me.
Very well.
Morrigan will go, then.
Very well.
Wynne will go, then.
Then Jowan should go.
Then I will go.
You're the only option, I'm afraid.
Er...
Arl Eamon?
Do you remember me?
You!
Traitor!!
I guess you do.
Stay away from my son!
Stay away!!
Connor!
We must flee!
Where... where are you?!
You are in the Fade, good man.
A demon has you trapped here.
But... is my son in danger?
I... should trust you?
I should...
I demand that you release the boy at once, foul spirit!
Release him?
Do not be foolish, old man.
This is my place of power.
I do as I wish, here.
Truly, is there no room for negotiation?
Let us speak, human.
Surely there is something you desire, hmm?
You think me a fool?
There is nothing I wish from the likes of you.
No.
You end here, foul spirit.
There is nothing more to say.
Because you have taken a child, demon.
Our world is not your world.
Surely you must realize this by now.
Please, child, listen to me.
I am here to help you!
Be calm, child.
I have come to help you.
Tell me where the demon is, child.
I will end this.
<emp>Free the castle of the demon's control</emp>
Left with no other option, you chose First Enchanter Irving to be the mage to enter the Fade and battle the demon.
Ugh.
Look at what your fool dog placed in my pack.
<desc>He wags his tail.</desc>
A putrid half-eaten hare is not something a woman wants to find in her unmentionables.
Maybe.
But that is not the point.
The dirty mongrel can have this back.
There!
And tell him not to do it again.
I don't want it, you worthless furbag!
<desc>Whines sadly</desc>
<desc>Scoffs</desc> He is just trying to be manipulative.
I can tell.
I do it too.
He is certainly manipulative.
I can tell.
I do it too.
I just did.
I am going to pretend I never heard that.
I think I have enough meat where it counts.
And I certainly don't need it in my pack.
You are welcome to this, if you really want it.
He ruined them?
Does this mean you have to go without?
Don't do it again.
You're a wardog, not a nursemaid.
I think you hurt his feelings.
You're a mean lady.
That dog is too smart for his own good.
It was a gift.
You can't just throw it away like that.
It's the thought that counts.
He means well.
Can't be stinkier than what normally goes into them.
I think he thinks you need more meat on your bones.
Why doesn't he share his food with me?
Inscribed Statue
Self-immolation?
Beautiful?
Don't really see it.
You're a strange old man.
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I need a hand!
One less to worry about.
Blast it, there's always an itch I can't reach...
Goodbye.
Oh, for the love of Blessed Andraste!
Yeah!
Good enough.
Thief!
Stop!
Mabari
Fighter's Quarters
But I must have done something right--it led me to you.
To love.
This is about you and me.
Let's not bring the Maker into it.
Transport party to Fade
Marrying Alistair to Anora... would not have been my first choice.
Still, it does keep the Theirin bloodline alive, and Anora is a fine ruler.
So I suppose I owe you thanks, Warden.
All of Ferelden does.
He insists on going.
How can I say no?
I am... uneasy with the danger he puts himself in by accompanying you.
I ask myself if he does not conspire to leave the throne to Anora after all.
But Alistair knows his duty.
He will do what is best... right now he believes that is assisting you in contacting your allies.
He is angry, Warden.
And rightfully so.
He has left, and I know not to where.
I will try to contact him again once all of this is done, but...
I am not confident that he will change his mind and return.
Perhaps that is for the best.
There are those who would seek to use him, as Anora suggested.
I feel sorry for the lad.
We have sent messengers to Orlais.
With any luck, the empress will send us help within a week.
I think it entirely possible, however, that she has written Ferelden off as a lost cause already and will seek to defend her Empire first.
Perhaps the Grey Wardens of Orlais will be able to march and reach us in time.
We should not rely on their arrival, even so.
I suppose it remains to be seen what sort of king Alistair will make.
Personally I think the lad will do far better than he believes.
He is Maric's son, whether he sees it or not.
He has a good heart.
I can think of no better qualification.
And so Loghain's daughter sits on the throne, the Theirin bloodline is ended.
I suppose you did what you did for your own reasons, Warden, but...
I wish it could have turned out differently.
Anora is a decent woman, but... she is much like her father.
I suppose we shall see exactly what that means, in time.
Ah, there you are!
I was about to send out a search party.
I've been hearing of a great commotion in the alienage.
What exactly happened there?
Maker forgive me: I should be appalled that such a thing could exist here, but I'm overjoyed you can implicate Loghain.
We must end the civil war quickly.
What the Blight does not corrupt in this land, politics surely will.
The last of our allies have arrived in the city, we cannot delay any longer: I will call for the Landsmeet to convene. 
Bring Alistair and join me at the palace as soon as you are ready, Warden. 
Warden, let me know if there's any assistance I can give you.
We have much to do and little time.
We need to do all that we can in the few days left to us before the Landsmeet.
Well, she's quite... spirited.
I remember when Loghain first brought her to Denerim.
Poor Cailan was a good boy, but Anora was always two steps ahead.
Had him jumping when she snapped since the first time she batted her eyelashes.
I cannot help thinking she may be trouble.
But we should keep her close, all the same.
Of course.
If I might make a suggestion: Go speak with Anora.
She will either be a powerful ally, or a powerful enemy, and the sooner we know which she is, the better.
This is an alliance of convenience--for the moment we are united against Loghain.
Be careful how much trust you place in her.
I do not for a moment think Anora means to give up her power easily.
Still, I would rather have her where we can watch her than actively working for Loghain.
Anora was a capable administrator for Cailan's lands, but she has not a drop of royal blood.
We did not fight the Orlesians all those years just to lose our royal line in a single generation.
Not when there's a surviving son of the blood.
Um, thanks.
I am right here, you know.
His mother was a maid, but his father was Maric Theirin, for whom we all risked our lives to win back the throne.
I only wish Maric had taken more time to instruct the lad in the politics of ruling.
I did my best, but... 
We all hoped Cailan and Anora would secure the succession.
No.
I don't.
Which I've told both of you on many occasions.
If Anora's turned against Loghain, I say let her keep the crown.
It looks better on her, anyway.
You're both wrong.
With a few months of experience, Alistair will make a fine king.
He knows how to lead troops to defend his land.
He knows how to stand and fight for justice.
He knows how to show compassion to those less fortunate, and how to trust to the Maker's guidance to know right from wrong.
And he knows who to turn to for aid should that training fail him.
He will be fine.
Are you serious?
No.
Never mind.
I-I don't even want to hear the rest of this.
Y-you two just keep talking about me.
I'm going to stand over here, with my fingers in my ears.
That would certainly solve a lot of problems, and put forth the strongest argument before the Landsmeet to remove Loghain from power.
With Theirin blood on the throne, and Anora's wisdom and popularity, Ferelden could present the most united front against the Blight.
Unfortunately, the marriage would never happen unless they both agreed to it.
And I've seen the way Alistair looks at you.
And I suspect that might take a lot of persuading to get past her pride and his humility.
Ferelden was first united by Calenhad, the Silver Knight.
For four hundred years, his descendants have ruled Ferelden.
That was the heritage we preserved from the Orlesians, and it is the heritage I will fight for as long as one of Calenhad's descendants still lives.
Without that to unite us, we could scatter back to warring teyrnirs.
We certainly have a great deal to plan.
Are you thinking you might stand a chance at courtship?
It would be unseemly for her to marry so soon after Cailan's death.
She wouldn't take that risk unless it helps her secure the throne.
Loghain is the problem at hand, yes.
We need to do all we can to erode his support before we call the Landsmeet.
Maker knows what that man is capable of now.
Maker's breath!
It's good to see you in one piece, my friend.
Indeed.
After your rather alarming lack of subtlety, I feared the worst for you.
I prayed for your safe return.
Well, what did you expect me to do?
You announced me to my father's most trusted lackey!
Did the purpose of my <emp>disguise</emp> entirely escape you?
I barely managed to slip away from her when we reached the palace.
Err... am I missing something?
You are not.
It seems the entire purpose of my disguise completely escaped the Grey Warden.
Thankfully no harm was done, in the end.
I am hoping that, despite our unfortunate beginning, we can still work together.
Will you hear me out?
Indeed.
We have been praying for your safe return, Warden.
We will need to work together, and quickly.
My father has gone mad.
I didn't believe it at first, but he is gripped by a paranoia so severe it prevents him from seeing sense.
He saw me as a threat, yet even now I'm certain he will be telling the nobles you are dangerous murderers that have kidnapped and mind-controlled me.
He may even believe it.
Perhaps.
It will be more difficult for him, but if my father says the Grey Wardens are the enemy, many will believe it.
He is a legend.
It's true.
Our position in the Landsmeet is not strong, and this does little to help us.
At least that snake Howe is dead.
That alone will not be enough, however.
My father is committed to his path.
You will need ammunition for the Landsmeet, and there I can help.
I thought so.
I'd hoped so.
Howe's influence was strong... his death can only be a good thing.
But even that will not be enough.
I know my father, and he is committed to his course.
He will see this through, no matter what.
You will need ammunition come the Landsmeet, and I can help in that regard.
You have only just arrived in the city, so perhaps you are unaware of some... recent events.
Denerim has been in turmoil since Ostagar.
Many people here are angry or grieving.
Strangely, the unrest is worst in the alienage.
Few elves accompanied the army.
They should have little reason to be upset.
Which means that Howe and my father must have given them reason.
A useful lead, Anora, but... you could have sent this information with your maid.
That is true.
I feared for my safety as Howe's prisoner, but to tell the truth I sent Erlina to you because I hoped we might join forces.
You need that evidence for the Landsmeet, but you also need a stronger candidate for the throne.
You need me.
I have no doubt Alistair is biddable enough, and decent, but even with his blood he is no king.
You think only I can see it?
Not only that, Alistair is a Grey Warden.
It will look like you are trying to put a Grey Warden on the throne, despite your claims.
I am a neutral party--and I am already queen.
Anora, you are indeed Cailan's widow, but...
I am the daughter of Ferelden's greatest general.
Who do you think truly ruled this nation for the last five years?
Cailan?
I am what this country needs, not an untrained king who does not even want the throne.
I can help you stop my father.
Consider what I have said.
For now, I think I will retire to my room.
Warden, when you have a moment I ask that you speak to me in private.
You don't need to trust me.
We have the same goal--that is far better than trust.
I can believe it.
Though I'm afraid if we do not act quickly to erode Loghain's support, we may all be seeing a great deal of Fort Drakon in the future.
I was... uncertain you would respond as you did, considering the consequences.
I am glad you did.
Thank you.
Now, however, we must work together.
And quickly.
Ser Cauthrien's death... is a waste, truly, but I suppose it could not be helped.
I fear that my escape will make matters worse.
Now that he cannot use me to support his claim on Maric's throne, he may resort to drastic measures to stay in power.
I doubt he will say anything publicly... at least until he has a better idea what to expect.
Very little.
We will need to work together, and quickly.
She's obviously more than a maidservant.
But I imagine it's useful for Anora to have a trusted attendant who can move more freely than she herself.
And consider what aid she and the queen might be to us.
If Anora has truly turned against her father, she becomes the one thing we lack.
Someone with a true understanding of Loghain's plans and allies.
With her guidance, we can form a far more successful strategy against him.
From Erlina's story, he turned against her first.
If he truly intends to sacrifice her, I think it would be strong motivation to break the parental bonds.
In any event, I would far rather have the opportunity to ask such things of her than simply hear about her murder.
If Anora speaks out against Loghain, hers would indeed be one of the most powerful voices at the Landsmeet.
No more easily than without you there--there will be none to see it save those who are already loyal to Loghain.
And given your reputation, Warden, I think Loghain knows it's safer to carry out his plots far from where you can disrupt them.
She and Cailan were promised as children and practically raised together.
She was a smart child, knew how to listen, and how to blink those big blue eyes and get anything she wanted.
Her mother's looks, her father's brains, and the best tutoring Maric's money could buy.
It's a potent combination.
As you like.
My palace is your palace.
Don't trust either of them.
I don't know Anora well, but I know enough to be sure she has her own ambitions in this.
But I think for now, we can be confident that ours overlap.
Good luck.
Loghain.
This is... an honor, that the regent would find time to greet me personally.
How could I not welcome a man so important as to call every lord in Ferelden away from his estates while a Blight claws at our land?
The Blight is why I'm here.
With Cailan dead, Ferelden <emp>must</emp> have a king to lead it against the darkspawn.
Ferelden has a strong leader: its queen.
And I lead her armies.
Ah, the Grey Warden recruit.
I thought we might meet again.
And who is this, Eamon?
Some new stray you picked up on the road?
And here I thought it was only royal bastards you play the nursemaid to, not wild elves.
And here I thought it was only royal bastards you play the nursemaid to, not elven derelicts.
And here I thought it was only royal bastards you play the nursemaid to, not Orzammar's rejects.
And here I thought it was only royal bastards you played the nursemaid to.
Well, you're admitting the "royal" part.
That's a start.
You have my sympathies on what happened to your order.
It is unfortunate that they chose to turn against Ferelden.
You should curb your tongue.
This is my city, and no safe place to speak treason.
For anyone.
There is talk that your illness left you feeble, Eamon.
Some worry that you may no longer be fit to advise Ferelden.
"Illness?" Why not call your poison by its true name?
Not everyone at the Landsmeet will cast aside their loyalties as easily as you and these... sycophants.
How long you've been gone from court, Eamon!
Don't you recognize Rendon Howe, Arl of Amaranthine, and Teyrn of Highever?
And current arl of Denerim, after Urien's unfortunate fate at Ostagar.
Truly, it is an embarrassment of riches.
And current arl of Denerim, since Urien's unfortunate fate at Ostagar.
The regent has been... generous to those who prove loyal.
When the animals turn against their masters, it is sometimes necessary to cull the herd.
Don't interrupt, churl.
Your betters are talking.
How very nice.
Perhaps you should return and leave Ferelden's politics to those they concern.
The Couslands are dead.
The teyrn of Highever belongs to the Howes, and rightfully so.
You are either very bold or very stupid to threaten the teyrn before witnesses.
Enough, Cauthrien, this is not the time or place.
I had hoped to talk you down from this rash course, Eamon.
Our people are frightened: Our king is dead.
Our land is under siege.
We must be united now, if we are to endure this crisis.
Your own sister, Queen Rowan, fought tirelessly to see Ferelden restored.
Would you see her work destroyed? 
You divide our nation and weaken our efforts against the Blight with your selfish ambitions to the throne.
I was not talking to you.
Cailan depended on the Grey Warden's prowess against the darkspawn, and look how well that ended.
Let us speak of reality, rather than tall tales.
Stories will not save us.
I cannot forgive what you've done, Loghain.
Perhaps the Maker can, but not I.
Our people deserve a king of the Theirin bloodline.
Alistair will be the one to lead us to victory in this Blight.
Oh, is that all I have to do?
No pressure...
The emperor of Orlais also thought I could not bring him down.
Expect no more mercy than I showed him.
There is nothing I would not do for my homeland.
Well, that was... bracing.
I didn't expect Loghain to show himself quite so soon.
Maker knows.
Perhaps he's gone mad.
I would have imagined pigs would fly before Loghain Mac Tir would turn against our king.
My sister married King Maric while he was still in exile.
At that time, he and Loghain were inseparable. 
The wild prince who'd never seen the inside of a castle, and the farmer's son.
When Loghain joined Maric's rebels, he was just a rawboned boy.
But he got on one knee to swear that he would see Ferelden free or die trying.
He made us a free people once more.
You can't know what it was like to grow up as a vassal in your own land while poncy little Orlesians minced around in their silks.
I would never have believed he would do anything but what was best for Ferelden.
And conspires with a blood mage to poison me.
It is a bitter dose to taste.
The Chantry speaks truly about the corruption of power if a man like Loghain could go and do this.
I admit Rendon Howe has never been my favorite man to deal with.
He can be charismatic enough, I suppose, but...
He always seemed the kind of man who enjoyed kicking stray dogs.
I would not have thought Loghain would trust him.
The Orlesian occupation.
Maric's mother was the "Rebel Queen," the one who kept the heart of Ferelden beating when so much of it seemed dead.
It was a tragedy she never lived to see her son take her throne.
I would not ask you to.
But bear in mind that he will be well-protected by his alliance with Loghain.
Calling the Landsmeet is only the start.
Now we must ensure that every noble there sees Loghain's duplicity.
We have no small task ahead of us.
We need eyes and ears in the city.
Loghain has been here for months.
The roots of all his schemes must begin here.
The sooner we find them, the better we can turn them to our advantage.
Go have a look around and see what you can turn up.
Better yet, find the nobles who have arrived for the Landsmeet.
Test the waters, see how many will support us.
I should put my faith in untried foreign hands?
Do you think I'm blind?
You have no rights.
Your family surrendered them when I revealed them to be traitors to the king.
Shouldn't Alistair be staying here?
Have you heard anything of Alistair?
Are there any other allies we can use?
I should get to my room.
Loghain was collaborating with a Tevinter slaver.
I have proof Loghain was involved in slave trading.
Would it make you happy to know Loghain is selling elves?
I should get to work.
Why do you think Anora is trouble?
I've got work to do.
Why do you think she's trouble?
But aren't we planning to depose her?
But Alistair's mother was a scullery maid.
How is he better?
Why is it so important to put Maric's son on the throne?
Alistair doesn't know the first thing about being king.
Maybe Alistair should marry Anora.
Why does that matter?
I think she would make a better ruler than Alistair.
And she's single now, right...?
Loghain is the only trouble I care about.
What do you think he's doing in the alienage?
That's so sweet.
It almost makes me want to kill you less.
Eamon, what is she doing here?
You asked for our help for a reason.
All I want is information on how to defeat Loghain.
I promise nothing.
What?
You betrayed me!
Yes, I'm sorry about that.
Can he still take the throne without you?
Is there no way to reason with him?
So we rescued you... to what end?
It sounds more like you need us.
And what of Alistair?
And we should trust you why?
And just how are you stronger?
I think I've seen as much dungeon as I ever want to.
It's good to see you're all right, Anora.
Does Anora being here affect our plans for the Landsmeet?
How much time do we have to stop him?
It's nice to see you, too, your Highness.
I don't trust this Erlina.
She knows too much.
Do you truly think Loghain's daughter would turn on him?
But if I break in, can't they frame me for her murder?
What do you know about Queen Anora?
You're right.
I'll meet Erlina at Howe's estate.
If Anora rules, let her speak for herself.
I don't accept the sympathies of deserters and regicides.
Enough of this.
When does the Landsmeet begin?
I am a witness to your crimes at Ostagar.
When does the Landsmeet begin?
So you're the one who butchered my kin?
Come over here and say that, shem.
Oh look, the regent owns a talking ass.
That's a lot of titles for one man to have.
Boot-licking appears to be profitable these days.
I am a friend to Alistair, your rightful king.
I am <FirstName/> Aeducan, prince of Orzammar.
I support Alistair, the rightful king.
I will not see a traitor and murderer on the throne.
I have come to reveal your crimes at Ostagar.
My concern is anything that weakens us against the Blight.
I am <FirstName/> Aeducan, princess of Orzammar.
I am <FirstName/> Cousland, teyrn of Highever.
Only until all the Howes are dead.
You're the one who divided Ferelden.
What efforts can there be when you outlaw the Grey Wardens?
Why is he doing this?
Have you known Loghain a long time?
You sound like you admire him.
And now he kills Maric's son and steals his throne.
And now he embraces my father's murderer as his top advisor.
What were they rebelling against?
You mean during the Orlesian occupation?
Howe killed my family.
I can't let him get away with it.
If you truly want to save this land, stand with us.
I demand blood rights!
This man murdered my family!
You think you can slander my family to my face?
I'm really going to enjoy cutting your throat.
Prove it to the Landsmeet.
They still hang murderers here.
Enjoy your moment.
It will end soon enough.
The throne belongs to Maric's only living son.
Considering Ostagar, perhaps we need a better general.
Silver Bar
A bar of silver.
Take that, dire bunny!
All darkspawn fear my sword of truthiness!
We're teaching him about honesty.
Sophie's Guard
Hey!
Wh-what are you doing?
This is Lady Sophie's room!
I... uhh... carry on. 
Not a chance, low-life.
You're right; she has this coming.
Just be quick.
I don't want someone else coming in on you.
She's a right bitch, I grant you, but I have a job to do.
Draw your weapon.
Son of a wh--
I'll not risk my hide for that bitch.
Just be quick.
No!
Stop, thief!
My shift's nearly over.
Thank Andraste.
Hmmph?
If you value your life, leave.
Sophie doesn't deserve your loyalty.
So look the other way.
Wrong move, sellsword. <act>Attack</act>
<act>Give two sovereigns</act> There's no one here, is there?
<emp>Find the Urn</emp>
You found Brother Genitivi.
The villagers of Haven captured him when he arrived in search of the Urn.
He has determined the Urn's location to be in the mountains nearby, held within an old temple built to protect it.
Stop bothering me.
<emp>Find out what the villagers of Haven are hiding</emp>
You've seen some strange things in Haven.
Not everything is what it seems and the villagers are probably hiding something.
We don't know.
The time has come to leave the Wilds, do you not agree?
The archdemon is gone and the Blight with it.
Your adventures are not over, though.
You can still download and play premium content that takes place before the epic events of the climax.
Enjoy!
Epilogue Story So Far
Sod it!
He's stone drunk!
He could draw a <emp>dead</emp> man for his bout and still lose.
Ach.
Beraht's going to kill us if we slip up here.
He's already jumpy enough after that stunt with Oskias--
Ach.
Beraht's going to kill us if we slip up on this.
He's still mad about the time I accidentally told that barkeep Beraht had demanded free ale delivered to my door--
Hey, I just had an idea...
That's much better than my idea.
I was going to say we should go up in the stands and start a rockslide, but you're brilliant!
So, you've been rubbing my nose in how you're the meanest thing with a blade, right?
Everd's armor is over there and you're about the same size...
You'll <emp>be</emp> Everd.
You'll go out in his armor, keep down the visor, and fight in his name.
He wins, Beraht wins, everybody wins.
Except all the Warrior Caste braggarts you leave kissing dust. <desc>Laughs</desc>
I sodding <emp>love</emp> the way you think, my friend.
I was afraid Beraht was going to kill us.
Don't tell me that doesn't sound appealing.
You've got a heart of steel, salroka.
Get in the armor.
Bout three is next.
Officer Mainar versus the warrior Everd!
Fighters, report to the ring.
You can't let anyone know it's you.
If they find out, you'll be executed.
They'll say it's an offense to the ancestors!
If you want to tell the Wardens, at least wait until some time when you can bolt if you need to.
Got it!
It'll help if you can distract him, though.
Just, you know, talk to him so I can sneak past without him noticing.
Let's do it quickly.
We don't have much time.
Right.
I'll keep watch for the guards.
And don't put on that armor until you're done.
It's a little conspicuous, you know?
I could put on his armor.
You know, fight in his name...
Do I want to hear this?
If I do this I'll win by skill alone.
I won't use the drug.
I'll put on the armor now.
You find Mainar and drug him.
I'll need to drug Mainar first.
This isn't for Beraht.
I want to impress the Grey Wardens.
I know.
And I'll win this fight by skill, not drugs.
You just take care of drugging Mainar and I'll do the rest.
I'll go drug Mainar now.
We can argue later.
Great.
We're running out of time.
What've you got?
Howe Thug
I once heard a really old legend about how the Hound Warriors, in the days of the old tribes, would feed their mabari the flesh of the vanquished.
Well, that's what I heard anyway.
It would sometimes be human flesh.
<desc>Gagging noises, heaving</desc>
Oh, like you can tell the difference.
For all you know, maybe you're already been fed something... <emp>someone</emp>.
<desc>Scared whimper</desc>
<desc>Low, angry growl</desc>
Howe Thug Leader
Well... er, that's certainly conceivable...
Anyway, I feel quite all right now, and it seems that my little trick could be useful in a pinch.
Well, we can't all be Quickwit McSmartypants now, can we?
Apparently you have the monopoly on cleverness.
I didn't know I could either. <desc>Chuckles</desc>
No, I thought I was.
Everything...
<desc>He prances around, barking excitedly.</desc>
Elf Man
House Archer
Rogue Mage
<emp>Get an explanation from Slim</emp>
The last mission you went on for Slim Couldry was a bust.
Somehow, Bann Franderel was tipped off and his guards were waiting for you.
Couldry owes you an explanation.
<desc>The man flees.</desc>
"Treasure Vault"
Lady's Maid
Hey!
Watch your hands, there!
Oh, the mistress will be cross with me if I'm late.
Prices keep on climbing.
It's the war, they say.
<desc>Sniffs</desc> What is that smell?
Fish?
And something else.
Oh... more fish.
Ah, it's sort of like coming home again.
But with more undead.
I locked myself in a cage, once, when I was a child.
For an entire day.
Ahh, good times.
As I recall, shutting the door and throwing away the key was definitely the templar "plan B."
You feel that?
It's actually colder up here.
This looks like the head enchanter's study, maybe?
You think he's read all those?
Do you get the feeling things are just getting worse as we go up?
Now that's just unnecessary.
Watch, now.
I'm not falling asleep again!
I've never been aware in the Fade like this before, not so I remember.
It's... beautiful, isn't it?
I hope most of the people were able to flee on ships before the horde got here!
That's Fort Drakon!
We need to get inside!
You ever wonder why the mages built their tower out in the middle of Lake Calenhad?
They have an aversion to practicality or something?
We're coming here to see the mages, right?
Great.
They just <emp>love</emp> me.
Err... we're not going to be mobbed, right?
That's not something elves do here?
Mob people?
Now <emp>that</emp> is a big tree.
I wonder if the children get to climb it?
Hey!
The Wonders of Thedas!
Arl Eamon once bought me a miniature golem doll, here... when I was young.
Really young.
They say you can get anything here.
I once got pick-pocketed.
The arl used to come here in the winter when I was small.
I, uh... slept with the hounds.
This is where the nobility comes to get drunk and decide who is the most self-important of them all.
Good times.
Where do you think they get all this stuff?
You think they, um, have any miniature golem dolls?
Why do they call it a brothel?
There's no broth.
Or is there?
It's just a guess but I'm thinking everyone in Lothering is aware of the approaching darkspawn horde.
The Chanters are still operating their board?
Now that's dedication.
You ever wonder if that's an accurate likeness of Andraste?
Maybe She was ugly.
Maybe She had buck teeth.
How would we know?
You know, the mages say that ghosts aren't real.
They're just spirits.
Just confused, not... dead.
How do they move these things through the forest?
Do the trees just get out of their way, or what?
There are places where those horns bring huge prices.
Can cure diseases, so they say.
Let's try not to get too lost.
It's easy to get turned around in a place like this.
Was there a city here, once?
Was it built in the forest, or did the forest come later?
I think this is it.
Werewolf city.
Kind of flea heaven, isn't it?
Is this an elven place?
Did the elves live underground just like the dwarves?
I think there's something ahead.
Something big.
Most traders aren't allowed into Orzammar, so they just sort of... gather near the doors.
There's no laws up here at all, I'm told.
Those statues are dwarven Paragons, if I remember right.
The best of their ancestors.
Wow.
So... this is Orzammar?
It's huge!
The Deep Roads are home to the darkspawn now.
Oddly they're supposed to be safer to travel during a Blight.
What is that smell?
Dwarven vomit?
Charming.
I tried dwarven ale once.
I thought it was just something they tricked surfacers into drinking, as a joke.
The Proving Grounds.
Blood sport entertainment for the masses, at its best!
So the closer you live to the surface, the higher class you are?
Unless you're actually <emp>on</emp> the surface?
So how is it the dwarves have a king?
I thought they... voted on everything, or something like that?
Huh.
That's a lot of lava.
I guess they just hope it never erupts?
Let me guess: this is where the poor people live?
How long do you think it's been since anyone has walked in these halls?
<desc>Whistles</desc> How long do you think it's been since dwarves lived here?
Centuries?
I've never heard of any village out this way.
Is this place even on a proper map?
You hear that?
There's people in the chantry.
The whole town, maybe.
Maker's breath!
Look at it all!
Old books.
You think any of those might still be readable?
That's Maferath.
Andraste's husband, and the one who betrayed Her to the Imperium.
That's Archon Hessarian, the magister who ordered Andraste burned to death, and then took mercy on Her at the last second.
We seem to be heading... up?
Yes, I think these caverns are going up to the surface.
A High Dragon is not a joke.
We'd best be careful... real careful.
What is this place?
It's different from the rest of the ruins...
Uh-oh.
I'm terrible at puzzles.
By the Maker, it's... it's the Urn of Sacred Ashes!
That's it!
That's really it!
<desc>He rolls around happily on his back.</desc>
<desc>He pants and lays down to rest.</desc>
Oh, don't be such a baby.
You've done well.
You're a good dog.
Ser Nancine
Don't bump into me, you clumsy oaf.
Is there anything of value in this... hovel?
Master Tilver
Loghain's Seneschal
Alert Guard
Loghain Guard Captain
You nicked the key from Master Tilver.
Now all you have to do is go to his stall and help yourself.
Silversmith's Stall
Silversmith's Key
A slim key.
Step away from Master Tilver.
Wh-what was that?
Thief!
Men, attack!
The service here is atrocious.
How often does he need the blasted thing polished, I ask you.
Stay away from the gentleman.
Bloody market's a field day for pickpockets and worse.
How long's the boss going to wait for a whore? <desc>Scoffs</desc>
Dwyn's Lockbox Key
A dwarven key with twisted, contorted blades and numerous teeth.
Golem
Ilen's Wares
It's not cannibalism if <emp>he's</emp> eating it, you know.
Don't listen to Alistair; he's full of rubbish.
If you've had it and didn't know it, it probably was tasty.
I'd never feed you another human being.
Olinda's
Pick Pocket Quests.
I finished the fourth quest.
Your dog is filthy.
I can smell him fifty yards off.
<desc>Hurt whine</desc>
That may be so, but all the same, I would like your permission to bathe him.
You know that's not what we use magic for.
<desc>Sighs</desc> Just... make him sleep over on the other side of the camp.
With Alistair.
With any luck, that will keep all the stench confined to one small area...
No, that's not what magic is used for.
No!
That's the whole point!
<desc>Sigh</desc> I suppose that's true.
Good.
He will fell our enemies with his stench.
I'm sure you're exaggerating.
Bathe?
Can't you just wave your staff and make him clean?
Can't you just not smell him?
He's a warhound, not some pampered and powdered lapdog!
<desc>Disapproving whine</desc>
Excellent!
I will get my soaps, and the dog shall have his bath after supper!
Go ahead.
He is getting a little rank.
<desc><DogName/> digs furiously in the ground at your feet.</desc>
Trying to find a way through the earth, are we?
<desc>Low, menacing growl</desc>
<desc>Angry snarl</desc>
<desc>Vicious growl</desc>
<desc>Loud, terrifying roar</desc>
What is all this racket?
<act>Watch Sten and <DogName/>.</act>
<act>Back away slowly.</act>
I seek to understand the dog.
We fight alongside each other and I must discover the strength of his heart.
The true warrior understands.
Yes, kadan.
<desc>He barks fiercely and lunges at Sten.</desc>
You are a true warrior, and worthy of respect.
Er.
Carry on then.
Do you know what he's talking about, <DogName/>?
Well, could you keep it down at least?
<desc><DogName/> wags his tail and looks at Sten.</desc>
... yes, it is good to have my sword at my side again.
I call her Asala--the soul, my soul.
She is forged from rare blue steel, and has served me faithfully for many years.
<desc>He sits down and watches Sten attentively.</desc>
Yes, you understand what it is like to have a weapon that is part of you.
Few others do.
In regards to our "other" business.
You have acquired some ironbark in the forest; could it be useful to someone back at the camp?
"Get me a drink," they say.
I'll get 'em a drink.
Not like the bann hired me to cater after those two.
I'm an important servant.
Glynda said so.
Wh-what?
Intruder.
Intruder!
<desc>belches!</desc> Huh.
Surface air.
What do you think the villagers would say to me taking a dip in the lake naked?
A prison, eh?
Smells like mildew, stale sweat... and despair... 
Look at that!
A live one!
What are the chances?
Unnatural.
Completely unnatural.
<desc>Belches!</desc> You hear that, you big archdemon?
We're coming for ya!
Ooh, that's huge. <desc>Giggles</desc> I wonder how long it took to <emp>erect</emp> it. <desc>Giggles</desc> Get it?
Erect?
Have I ever mentioned I can't swim?
<desc>Sniffs</desc> And here I thought elves all smelled of wildflowers and sunshine.
I bet I'm the first dwarf to step foot in here.
Branka used to drag me into stores like this all the time.
Before she went crazy she used to collect little ceramic horses.
It's true.
I've got a craving for some spit-roasted nug with hot sauce.
You think they have that here?
They should replace the water in that fountain with ale.
It's just an idea.
Look at that.
Nobles all around the world are all the same.
Drinking overpriced swill and talking about their clothes.
Hey, could I borrow a sovereign?
I've always wanted a head of an adulterer, preserved in honey.
Elves turning into werewolves, huh?
Walking on the wild side.
Hee hee...
<desc>farts</desc> It's them antler-beasts!
I swear! <desc>giggles</desc>
Watch, watch.
Hey boy, boy!
We want more cider!
<desc>Laughs</desc> You are so rude.
That servant keeps putting on airs.
It's good to keep him in his place.
Ahh--there's my boy.
I'm <emp>not</emp> your boy.
Now, now.
You don't want the captain to hear you've been uncooperative, do you?
That's the last time.
You've had enough cider to last you a week.
I do have other duties, you know.
<desc>Coughs</desc>That... that cider.
It tastes off...
<desc>Gags</desc>Wh-what... poison...?
Wh-what?
Alarm!
Alarm!
The thief's been caught!
They're in the vault now!
Bann says kill the thief.
Going to mount his head on a pike, he is.
No, no I didn't!
I've steered you straight more than a time or two.
Listen, Warden, you have to trust me.
I... uhh...
I see.
Well, I don't know if you'll believe me, but...
I think <emp>you</emp> set that trap on me.
Trust?
You're lucky I'm letting you walk away.
So the whole thing was a trap?
It was at that.
The bann's spy master heard someone sniffing around.
So he closed the whole wing down for a week, he did.
And moved all the treasure to the south wing.
And the thief still came, none the wiser about the bann's trap.
But the thief got away?
That he... or she... did.
Nobody lived to tell tale of him.
Not even the mages?
Not even them.
I should've asked for more coin for this job.
Carry about your rounds.
Anything else I should be doing?
Just keep going in circles?
That's about it.
Keep your eyes open.
Nobody's going to make it this far without us knowing it.
I'm sure that's <emp>exactly</emp> what the last watch captain said right before the thief done him in.
I see your point.
And they told me everyone was treated the same on the surface.
Floor's sticky here.
Wonder why...
<desc>Burp!</desc> M-maybe I shouldn't have eaten that piece of meat I found...
T-that lump... that didn't just... quiver, did it?
Just a trick of the light?
A-ha!
Fort Drakon!
Come on!
This is it!
Now this is what I'm talking about!
Ooh, come to Oghren, ye long-limbed goddesses.
The pride of Orzammar is <emp>in the house</emp>!
Touch <emp>nothing</emp>!
I don't think they clean the surfaces in this place very often.
Coming, I'm bloody coming.
<desc>Sneezes</desc> All this greenery is making me sick.
Hey, hang on a bit.
I want to carve "Oghren was here" in that thing.
You see that?
My mother told me never to trust anything that could make turds larger than you are.
Smells like wet dog in here.
Smell that?
Looks like these fellows have marked their territory.
Let's not spend too much time here.
I think poverty might be catching.
Bownammar.
I thought it would have fallen into dust by now.
I'm, uh, I'm overwhelmed.
I...
I need, uh, a moment of silence. <desc>Farts</desc>
Well, this is nice...
I wonder if they have a tavern.
They are remarkably in-tune.
I'm cold.
And its indoors.
This is so wrong.
Books, books and hello!
More books.
Good-looking fellow, isn't he?
Chiseled features and all that.
Pun intended. <desc>Snickers</desc>
"Hello, I'm Hessarian, and I'm a pompous prat!" <desc>Giggles</desc>
Hey!
This feels like home!
A High Dragon--a foe worthy of the great Oghren!
Wait till the boys in Tapsters hear about this.
Something about this place makes my skin prickle.
I bet that thing's going to collapse the second we're all standing on it.
<desc>This table has a couple of wine bottles, cups, and a couple mugs of freshly poured cider.</desc>
<act>Pour a mild poison into the mugs.</act>
<act>Pour a deadly poison into the mugs.</act>
<act>Pour a sleeping draught into the mugs.</act>
<act>Pour rat poison into the mugs.</act>
<act>Leave the table alone.</act>
<desc>You poisoned the drinks on the table.
Perhaps it will clear the way for you to sneak further into the estate.</desc>
I thought the Urn would be bigger.
Andraste was a small woman, huh?
<desc>He goes back to digging.</desc>
<desc>Short bark</desc>
<desc>He continues digging.</desc>
<desc><DogName/> ignores you and keeps digging.</desc>
<desc>Grumbling whine</desc>
It's going to take some time, you know.
Well, good luck with that then.
Oh, don't be silly; you'll just mess up the campsite.
All right!
Have fun then!
<desc>He whines and hangs head.</desc>
Stop that.
You're making a mess.
Bad dog!
<act>Ignore <DogName/>.</act>
These people don't deserve what has happened to them.
We must get to the bottom of this.
Isn't it beautiful?
Standing here, you wouldn't know of the trouble down in the village.
Oh. <desc>Sighs</desc> I hate these places.
At the very least it doesn't look to be much used.
Owain's room is near here.
I hope he's all right.
This is Irving's office.
I half-expected to find him here, but...
I suppose that's too much to hope for.
Everyone's gone... or dead.
I fear the worst.
Grand Oak Clearing
Mad Hermit Clearing
Forest Barrier
Zevran, I saw you looking at that girl in town earlier.
What did you think of her?
My dear Leliana, which girl?
I saw many and I watched them all.
You know, the one with the... with the shoes!
The shoes.
Yes, good reference.
Well, she also had blond curls worn in a long braid.
A braid?
Oh, that one.
Yes, I remember her.
So, what did you think?
You seemed quite enthralled.
Well, she was... quite marvelous... except for the butter face.
The butter what?
Butter face.
Everything's marvelous but her face.
You're a bad man.
Lady of the Forest
T-this... cannot continue.
We have to stop it... 
<desc>Gasps</desc> It's a templar!
He... he's still alive, I think!
We must help him!
The Fade can be beautiful, but don't let that fool you.
It can also be dangerous.
Look at what the horde has done to the city!
And so quickly!
This is it!
Fort Drakon!
We must get inside!
I've never been in an alienage.
Life must be... hard here.
What a gorgeous tree.
I wonder how old it is.
That is the "tree of the people," I believe.
The vhenadahl.
Oh, the "Wonders of Thedas!" I haven't been here in ages.
I once had my portrait painted by an artist in the square here.
It wasn't very good.
I believe Arl Eamon's father had that fountain built.
First one in Denerim.
Of course, after that all the other nobles had to have one.
I wonder if they have a good plum wine...
Hmm, jade, carved and polished into the shape of a large...
Oh, I see.
Well, that's just... rude.
I never thought I'd ever set foot in a Dalish camp.
I hear only the Dalish can control the halla... they listen to no one else.
Many enter this forest and are never seen again.
Let's hope we don't join them.
There's something about this place that makes my skin crawl.
Be on your guard...
I think we're being watched.
I wonder what this ruin used to be.
Is it Tevinter, or elven?
Did you hear that?
Sounds like... loud breathing...
Oh my.
I did not expect it to be this crowded.
How magnificent.
These must be the statues of the dwarven Paragons.
For a tiny people they certainly build high ceilings...
Does that lead out to the Deep Roads?
I hear they're crawling with darkspawn.
Is that drunken singing I hear?
Oh, wonderful!
A dwarven tavern!
I've always wanted to try some of their ale.
I hear it's quite potent.
They don't kill each other in the arena, do they?
I mean... why would anyone find that entertaining?
Ugh.
Oh, this is grand.
The noble houses do love their luxuries, don't they?
So this is the seat of the king.
Except he isn't sitting there at the moment, I suppose.
Wonder why they decided to build a city around streams of lava.
It's an accident waiting to happen.
Oh dear.
The differences between this side of town and the others is... striking.
Oh, I can just imagine how grand this fortress must have been, before the darkspawn took it.
All this used to be part of the dwarven kingdom.
This, and more.
I am finally beginning to understand the scope of their loss.
Well, this is nice.
Mountain air, quiet village.
But where is everyone?
Is everyone in the chantry?
These villagers are a remarkably pious bunch.
By the shifting skies of the Fade... this is... magnificent.
Books!
Oh, I would love to spend a day here!
Maferath--Andraste's earthly husband, and Her betrayer.
Archon Hessarian--he is the one who converted Tevinter to the worship of the Maker.
Have we been turned around?
How does anyone navigate these halls?
Oh, I'm not afraid.
It wouldn't want to eat me anyway.
Tough and stringy.
You, on the other hand... ought to be worried.
Do you feel that?
This place is practically infused with magic.
Well, looks like there's only one way forward.
I...
I thought it was a legend.
I didn't believe...
Walking corpses?
Do you think it's something in the water?
Ooh, a windmill.
I once took a ride on the sails of a windmill.
Didn't turn out well.
I wonder who built this tunnel, and why.
This is too cruel.
I would not subject even an animal to such a terrible fate.
Do you hear that?
I think there's someone near here.
All this must have belonged to someone important.
I don't like this place.
I feel like I'm being watched.
No... ugh...
I'm going to have nightmares after this.
Is there someone over there?
Oh, I hope they're still alive.
I've never had a waking dream before...
It looks like most of the townspeople escaped before the horde arrived.
That's a relief.
Is that Fort Drakon?
That's our destination, isn't it?
How deep is this lake?
Do you think we're allowed to swim in it?
Do you see the tower?
The view from the top must be spectacular!
This is a real alienage!
I've never been in one!
How exciting!
Do you think they sell silk ribbons in that store?
I've been meaning to spruce up my boots for the longest time.
I bought a confection of spun sugar here once.
It got stuck in my hair.
Made it hard to comb out but it was very tasty for a few days.
They say if you toss a coin over your shoulder into that fountain, you'll come back to Denerim.
Provided the arl's chamberlain doesn't have you thrown in the dungeon, of course.
Ooh!
Glass slippers!
Look at what that woman's wearing!
Is she drunk or does she just have bad taste?
I once did a stint in a brothel, serving tea.
It was complimentary.
Fun times.
Do you think it's possible that places have memories, just like people do?
I must say I thought the Dalish would be much harder to find.
Do you think this clan <emp>let</emp> us find them?
Those halla certainly are proud and beautiful.
It's as though they realize how special they are.
They say the Veil is thin here, and all manner of strange things may be seen.
Augh.
I feel as though we've been walking in circles for hours!
"Tread lightly in the heart of the forest, for past wrongs are remembered and mourned."
Do you think it's safe to be in here?
I thought I heard a wall crumbling off in the distance.
I have a bad feeling about this passageway.
Why don't we turn back?
Look at all those people hawking their wares!
It's almost like a little city.
Do you think they sell miniatures of these in the city?
I would love to have some on my mantle.
It's... big...
Hey, what's down there?
Watch out for that puddle of... whatever it is.
I once drank a thimble of dwarven ale.
Woke up a week later in Jader wearing nothing but my shoes and a towel.
I hear there are all kinds of rules that govern the Proving.
They get very mad if you break the rules.
From what I've heard of dwarven politics, I'm almost surprised we haven't seen blood running these streets.
You know, after all this is over, I wouldn't mind getting a job here.
I could sing, tell stories, help the king get items from high shelves...
I require a moment of silence to take in this magnificent sight.
I...
I think I just stepped in something.
Funny how we haven't seen any of those nug-things for a while.
Do you think the darkspawn ate them all?
I wonder if the dwarves will ever be able to reclaim their lost thaigs.
I don't like this.
It's almost too quiet.
Something's not right.
I can feel it.
It sounds like they are singing the Chant in there.
Maybe we should have a look.
I can't believe all this is still standing!
This temple must be thousands of years old.
I don't suppose anyone would mind if I borrowed a book or two?
Maferath was so jealous of Andraste's power that he betrayed Her to the Imperium, which resulted in Her death.
Tree Stump
They say that Archon Hessarian heard the voice of the Maker as Andraste was burning, and this is why he chose to end Her suffering.
Lava?
Do you think this mountain is about to erupt?
Because I don't really want to be here when it does.
They say music soothes the savage beast, but I'm not going to test that theory.
We... we must be close.
This is holy ground.
I can feel it.
Oh, this looks fun!
I bet we'll have to work together and join hands and sing a happy song to get across!
I...
I...
I don't know what to say...
Small Scroll
Three cheers for the king!
Now life in Orzammar can go back to normal!
Your match has not yet been announced, Everd.
Nan, who are they?
Please--leave the children.
Take me, but just...
Noooo!
<desc>Crying</desc>
Andraste, I don't want to go yet.
Pleeease...
It's so cold now... so cold...
<desc>Screams</desc>
<desc>Maniacal laughter</desc> So red.
So very, very red.
<desc>Maniacal laughter</desc> I can't <emp>die</emp>.
I will never die!
No.
Noooo!
Leave me alone.
Just go!
The voices will protect me.
They will!
Do you hear me, Ser Wilhem, Ser Wilhem?
I'm a falling, Ser Wilhem, Ser Wilhem, today.
I'm a maiden, Ser Wilhem, Ser Wilhem.
But I'm dying, Ser Wilhem, Ser Wilhem, in pain.
One, two, Maric's run through.
Three, four, the kingdom's at war.
Eight, nine, and now you die! <desc>Laughs</desc>
Nanny
Boy
Elven Boy
Tormented Woman
Lesser Shade
Dusty Scroll
Elf Girl
Ash Warrior
Ballista Tower
I will not have our fight spread to the market.
Warden, this is not over.
Your duel with Ser Landry moved too close to the crowded marketplace.
Ser Landry called the duel off but promised revenge.
You're running out of time, get to the fight!
Quit fooling around and get in the armor.
The fight's almost starting!
Bout three is next.
Officer Mainar versus the warrior Everd!
Fighters, make final preparations then report to the ring.
Habren's Servant
Habren's Guard
Habren
The coast is clear.
Get in there and drug the water.
I'll whistle if anyone comes.
You need to distract Mainar so I can sneak in.
Hurry.
Go away.
We're paid up until the end of the month.
Good for them, but I don't care any more.
The griffons will rise again.
Listen, all we done is on the account of Arl Howe.
The arl you done in.
Nothing.
We just chose the wrong side.
Now, if you'll excuse us.
Paedan, the Warden has returned.
What's this about?
There you are. <act>Attack</act>
Be more careful in choosing your employers.
Farewell.
With the Wardens name cleared in the Landsmeet, you doubt Ser Landry will want his revenge anymore.
Get a... load...
Wait.
I recognize you.
You-you're the Warden.
Ah... mates, we was leaving.
Right now as a matter of fact.
Sorry!
I don't give a rat's turd who you are, Warden. <emp>Nobody</emp> gives orders to my men but me.
A little lesson in respect is in order.
With the Landsmeet over, Slim Couldry doesn't want to conduct any more breaking and entering missions.
He has no more jobs to offer you.
I've heard the news--the Landsmeet is over.
If it weren't for you we'd all be bowing and scraping to King Loghain.
Ha!
But it does put our... activities, in a bit more delicate a situation.
It's been a good run, though.
Let me know if you want to buy something.
I'm going to lie a bit lower for the time being.
No more breaking and entering--but I don't mind some pick pocketing.
Let me know if you need something, and good job!
<emp>A Fistful of Silver</emp>
Slim Couldry wants to lie low after the events of the Landsmeet.
With Arl Howe's death, the nearby warehouse storing his silver bars has probably been emptied.
Hey, Everd!
This is my room, yours is the next one down.
You did not find Rexel in Arl Howe's estate, and it is no longer safe to go back.
Waking Sea Archer
You asked for it!
I need a hand here.
Ha, you're pathetic.
<desc>Panting</desc> Congratulations...
I think you got me...
Woooo!
I could use a hand here.
Weak and pathetic.
I should have known just looking at you.
I think... you almost got me...
You thought that little prank was funny?
You're going to pay for that insult, Everd.
You there, brand.
Have you seen Everd about?
You're going to eat dust in the ring.
I'm going to gut that slimy bastard like a nug when I see him.
Haven't seen him.
I think he's in his room.
Hurry up.
I've got preparations to make.
Trian is dead and you have been named the murderer by your traitorous brother Bhelen.
You have been sentenced to exile in the Deep Roads, to fight the darkspawn until you are overwhelmed and killed.
The Blight
On the Streets of Dust Town
The Pride of Aeducan
Life in the Alienage
A Child of the Dalish
In the High Tower of the Mages
The Couslands of Highever
The Final Onslaught
The Circle of Magi
Denerim
The Urn of Sacred Ashes
Outskirts Entrance
Crossroads
Expedition Rally Point
Thaig Chamber
<act>Cut the cards.</act>
<desc>Groans</desc> Useless brands.
Get out of my way.
My lord!
You spoke to me!
I'm not worthy!
Not worthy!
You... you tricked me, you...
Everd... going to pay for this...
Sure, whatever you say, Mainar.
Be quiet!
Grey Warden arrives in Orzammar, undoubtedly to offer assistance to Lord Harrowmont!
Grey Warden arrives in Orzammar, most likely to pay respects to the rightful king, Prince Bhelen!
We prefer that outsiders not witness our infighting, but your presence will be tolerated.
Fair journeys, Warden.
You have dedicated your victory to Prince Bhelen.
I am honored to have fought against you.
Good showing out there.
<desc><DogName/> runs off and disappears.</desc>
Hey, where are you going?
Aren't you coming with me? <emp>Hey!</emp>
Last one standing will be declared victor!
Fight!
Hoo!
Piotin's a monster!
He... he's like a rockslide--a force of nature!
Blink and <emp>bam!</emp>--you're dead!
And if he's fighting with his team, you'd better watch out.
Last time they fought, the entire front row got showered in blood.
Tell me about Piotin Aeducan.
I'd like to talk but I really can't be distracted right now.
Must think about the fight.
Perhaps, though I'd like to talk about Uldred.
Then our path is laid out before us.
We must save Irving.
Greagoir will only accept it if the first enchanter says so.
South Reach Soldier
They fall so easily before me.
Southern Bannorn Soldier
Dragon's Peak Soldier
Scavenger (Sten Sword Quest Temp)
You're lucky they didn't execute you on the spot, brand.
I would have.
My lady has returned!
Is there something here that interests you?
My lord has returned!
Is there something here that interests you?
Perhaps.
Let me see.
No.
Just passing by.
Come on, Lucjan.
We've a fight to prepare for.
Who's there? <desc>Coughs</desc> I can't see...
Maker help me...
I'm not going anywhere, so don't waste your breath.
<desc>Coughs</desc>
<desc>Coughs</desc> Spare a coin?
This is our punishment.
The Maker sent us this plague for turning against the arl... <desc>coughs</desc>
Mira? ...Is that you? ...Mira? ...Where are you?
Just leave me alone. <desc>Coughs</desc>
Who's there? <desc>Coughs</desc> No, I won't go!
I'm not sick!
I can't find my daughter! <desc>Coughs</desc> I told her not to wander too far from the house. <desc>Coughs</desc>
<desc>Coughs</desc> Don't stare at me!
Is Mother Boann here yet? <desc>Coughs</desc> What's taking her so long?
There's no way I'm going near mages... <desc>coughs</desc>
<desc>Coughs</desc> They took my husband three days ago... 
<desc>Coughs</desc> 
<desc>Coughs</desc> They opened the gates yet?
I need to go to the market.
Danal
You again.
Here to buy something, or were you just thinking of wrecking another part of my shop?
Gah!
By all the beards of my ancestors!
How did you... where did you come from?
Y-you made a hole in my wall!
It... it does?
Oh, sod it.
If people find out about this, my business will be ruined!
They'll think I have something to do with Jarvia!
No!
I don't have anything to do with them!
They're criminals!
When they built this part of the city, they must have built over some tunnels.
I swear, I had no idea.
Aw, just leave me alone.
I don't want anything to do with this.
And if anyone comes asking, I'm gonna tell them <emp>you</emp> did it!
Dead?
How?
Did you... you did, didn't you?
You killed her!
And then you climbed out of there into <emp>my shop</emp>.
What will my customers think when they come in here and see this hole?
There better not be more of your trouble-making kind crawling in after you.
I swear, this city is going to the criminals and the nugs...
It's going to cost me a fortune, isn't it?
I can't believe this.
That hole leads to a tunnel in the carta's hideout.
You didn't know about this?
Don't worry about it.
Jarvia's dead.
So get it fixed.
Sorry about that.
You!
Do you have anything to do with the carta?
Yes, you should get it fixed.
Another day wasted in line...
They say it's a Blight plague.
Does that mean it's a real Blight?
Maker's breath, what's taking so long?
For Andraste's sake, someone shut Shianni up already.
I just want to get back to my home and family.
Y-you made a hole in my wall!
First you send my daughter to the surface and-and now this?
Get out of here!
You're bad luck, you are.
Don't even think about shoving in front of me.
I've been out here all day.
I hope I get to see the healers today.
I've been waiting every day for a week to see a healer.
They should've sent more mages!
What is taking so long?
We wouldn't be in this mess if the Wardens hadn't failed at Ostagar.
What're you looking at?
I can't stand in line again tomorrow.
If I miss another day of work, I'll lose my job.
There probably is no cure.
The shems are likely doing this to taunt us.
What if I have the plague?
Who will look after my little ones?
I can't believe they keep us waiting like this.
Is this line even moving?
I've been here all day!
This is the Wardens' fault.
If they'd done their job at Ostagar, the plague never would have gotten this far.
<desc>sigh</desc> I could really use a pint.
Anyone in line could have the plague.
What if I get it while waiting here?
I can't believe Elva died of the plague.
I thought she'd be too ornery to die.
My sister was taken to the hospice.
Who's going to look after her fool husband now?
How long do we have to wait?
I still can't believe what happened to Valendrian.
Ugh, there's Shianni preaching again.
Won't she ever shut up?
Elva got the plague.
Good riddance, I say.
This is terrible.
That girl's got a lot of nerve.
It's not like <emp>she</emp> has a family to worry about.
What are they doing up there, reciting the Chant of Light?
I can't wait all day <emp>again</emp>!
Hurry up, already!
Can't anyone shut Shianni up?
This would never have happened when the king was alive.
I wonder how Valendrian is.
I don't like the look of that guard.
He's shifty-eyed.
I've got children waiting, hurry up!
Hmph!
Everyone with sense is out here today.
It's more than you'd expect.
Do you think this magic of theirs hurts?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Another day in line...
Poor Valendrian.
I hope he's all right.
<desc>This altar is little more than a dusty stone slab.
You can make out an inscription carved into its face.</desc>
<desc>"Cast off the trappings of worldly life and cloak yourself in the goodness of spirit.
King and slave, lord and beggar; be born anew in the Maker's sight."</desc>
<act>Remove equipment.</act>
<act>Take equipment back.</act>
<act>Leave altar.</act>
<emp>Return to Athras with news about Danyla</emp>
You met a werewolf who said she was once an elf called Danyla.
She wanted you to bring her scarf to her husband, Athras, but you traded it to the strange hermit in the woods.
Whether Athras might still believe your story is impossible to say.
I agree.
We cannot withhold this from others.
It is not our place.
And perhaps charge an entrance fee?
No?
Yes.
Share it.
Spread the word and more will come under the Chantry's power.
Is this not what you want?
You have noble intentions, Brother Genitivi, but can you say the same of your brethren in the Chantry?
So everyone comes by and takes some ashes from the Urn?
I hope that Urn is self-replenishing.
Deny them a corpse?
Unthinkable indeed.
Are you insane?!
You didn't have to do that!
Was murdering a defenseless old man really necessary?
You may have your reasons for wanting to keep the Urn a secret, but I sincerely doubt they were worth the life of this good man.
And eventually it shall be exploited by the rich and the powerful, as these things usually are.
Hah!
Let's hope there's a lot of Andraste to go around.
Then I need you to sign this form.
Cheap witch.
This spot is mine!
Find your own!
I have faith in my friends well enough.
Faith that they will one day stab me in my back.
Look there!
Poor slobs.
That just seems so excessive.
'Tis certain this means I should help you with this... test.
Hey, you see those... thingies over on the side of that huge chasm?
I bet they're used for something.
I wish people wanted to share me more often.
Especially the ladies.
I want more ladies to share me.
Maybe I should touch them.
Or stand on them?
Yes, next time we see a strange contraption, why don't you just go stand on it?
If something bad happens, hey, we know it's a trap!
You... er... don't really think they're traps, do you?
Alistair, normal people tend to avoid strange-looking sections of floor--"thingies," as you say.
They tend to be traps.
I suspect we'll have to work together to get across.
Do you think those interesting looking sections of floor on the side of this chasm have something to do with getting across?
So is anyone going to suggest tossing the dwarf across?
No?
Pity.
Tell me what you would have me do here, kadan, and it will be done.
<desc>He barks happily and prances about.</desc>
Hey, by making parts of the bridge appear in the correct sequence, we could work together to get someone across to the other side.
I think we can get one person across, by causing the right parts of the bridge to appear, but what about the rest of us?
We just need to figure out the right order...
I think?
Someone could slowly make their way across!
This is unnatural.
Where I come from bridges are made of solid rock and don't appear and disappear... usually.
But enough.
There will be much to do tomorrow and little enough time to rest before it.
I will let you return to your rooms.
I will see you once the army is ready to march, then.
I guess this ends soon, one way or another.
That it does, my friend, that it does.
Then this will be dealt with soon, one way or the other.
So it will.
Let us hope it ends for the better.
Your path is laid out before me and plain to see--in the lines of your face and the scars on your heart.
Do you believe you failed Jowan?
Do you believe you failed Shianni?
Do you believe you failed Tamlen?
Do you believe you failed Trian?
Do you believe you failed your friends and family?
Do you believe you failed your parents?
How do you know of my past?
Uh... isn't that the creature they locked up for killing an entire farmhold?
How did he get free?
Isn't that the murderer they locked in the cage?
He's... under control, I hope...
You think that qunari killed all them folks?
And just stood there, waiting to be taken away?
Why isn't anyone defending us?
The teyrn just marched on and left us.
You came here with others?
Then yes, they would be trapped.
What about my companions, are they trapped too?
The sloth demon itself is on the center island, but you can't get there.
The five islands around the center somehow form a protective ward.
I thought I was getting somewhere when I figured that out, and I went to each island in turn only to have my hopes dashed.
Everd's Mace
Maces of this type haven't been made since the time of King Ansgar.
Most likely, this belonged to Everd's father.
Everd's Sword
This bears both the mark of the warrior House Bera and the smith House Almas.
The grip is wrapped with bronto leather and the guard is scarred by fights in the Deep Roads.
Everd's Axe
The handle of this axe bears the mark of House Bera.
Four long gouges run across the flat of the blade, as if claws scored it.
I...
I don't know.
There are many dreamers.
You might find a way to reach them through the islands... if you're lucky.
I don't know much.
I...
I think the sloth demon has placed lesser demons on each of the islands.
I've seen them.
They take different shapes but they're there.
Defeating them may be the only way to reach the sloth demon.
But you have to get to them first.
I...
I couldn't...
I was too afraid to try.
Y-you think you'll find a way out, don't you?
You believe that. <desc>Chuckles</desc> Maker...
I believed it too.
It seems like eons ago...
Tell me about the protective ward.
You mentioned obstacles before?
Everd's Shield
Despite the gouges in the steel from the claws and swords of darkspawn, this shield is still well-kept, and bears the mark of warrior House Bera.
Everd's Gloves
Theres no mark from the smith who fashioned these.
They appear to be common make, the sort that can be bought from any merchant in the Commons.
Everd's Boots
The mark of House Bera is plainly visible on the lining of these boots, but the smiths mark has been worn off the soles.
I think I'll go take a look at this pedestal.
We have gathered all the forces we can.
The darkspawn horde is sure to reach the capital before us, and so we must race to Denerim as quickly as we can.
The lives of many thousands hang in the balance.
We must not forsake them.
You have gathered an army to replace the one lost at Ostagar, Grey Warden.
Let us pray that it will be enough.
Male Companion
Yup, this stuff is old.
Debug Irving Living
Old stuff
What?
Who goes there?!
I thank you for creating such distraction, stranger.
I have been waiting days for the opportunity.
Female Companion
"Female" Companion
Am I?
I don't know.
I know there's no way out of here.
What do you think I could possibly help you with?
Ah!
Fancy meeting you here!
I heard rumors that Redcliffe was once again open for business, but my word!
Isn't it amazing!
Such bustle!
The arl has kindly offered my son and I lodgings in exchange for supplies.
I'm happy to help him... and you too, of course!
If you have need of my wares, you have but to ask!
Is this where humans keep all their wisdom?
Your behavior makes much more sense to me now.
This is the prison for your mages?
Ours is not so grand.
The Docks
The Spoiled Princess
Are you ready?
The enemy waits.
Shall we grant him the death he asks of us?
There is no room for doubt.
We are here now.
We will take the field.
And stand together to see our enemy fall.
Then let us bring this gift to the archdemon.
This is my place.
Whatever happens, I will not falter.
I am a soldier of the Beresaad.
This is my purpose.
We have reached the battlefield at last.
I have done nothing.
You have carried us this far.
Do not doubt that.
Didn't you?
I did.
The arishok asked, "What is the Blight?" I stand here looking into its eyes, and still I have no answer for him.
But perhaps you do.
You sound confident.
It's only fair.
I'm ready.
Are you?
You're not at all afraid?
Thank you for your help, Sten.
I almost didn't expect to reach it.
This is it.
Something happened, didn't it?
You look a little different.
What happened?
Did you?
Did it help?
I know I saw the tiny holes.
Were you small enough to get through?
I...
I don't know.
You're... so much braver than I am.
I was so sure it was impossible to get anywhere...
Do you think you could learn other shapes?
Maybe they could help you get to places you couldn't otherwise...
Well, fine then.
I became a mouse.
I thought you'd given up.
Why so excited?
Yes, it was easy.
Nothing, mind your own business.
What did you do?
I felt something, like the earth was shifting--except it probably wasn't the earth...
Yes?
You did?
You managed to get to it?
I...
I didn't think it was possible.
Killing that demon must have opened something.
Perhaps... perhaps the pieces are falling into place now.
I killed one of the demons on the islands.
Nothing.
Don't worry about it.
I saw the pedestal glow.
You opened up a path to another island, didn't you?
Do you think someone might be trapped there?
I wonder if you could free them.
If I can help, I will.
What would you know?
A solid metal door blocks the way to the the heart of the invasion.
But...
I think you have tools that can deal with it.
The cursed runes name it true.
Darkspawn everywhere.
There is a demon at the heart of the island.
His anger burns terrible and bright.
The demons do so love their flame.
I could hear the howls of the dreamer trapped there.
Oh...
I got out of there as quickly as I could.
Though maybe if you could find a way to make yourself immune to the fire...
What faint glimmers of hope I possessed were devoured there.
Demons, monsters, and barriers of all kind.
Well, don't mind me.
I'm just sitting here, waiting for the end.
I'd like to discuss the different islands.
Tell me about the darkspawn invasion.
Tell me about the burning tower.
Tell me about the mage asunder.
Tell me about the templar's nightmare.
Don't mind me then.
The same reason they call you, "the Warden."
Why do they call you, "the sten?"
Make my....
You must... destroy the door...
Other dreamers, other powers... only way...
But not all, their leaders are behind the unbreakable door.
First Level
Tower Exit
Second Level
Fourth Level
Third Level
Will you allow tradition to keep you from the path of enlightenment?
You don't have to believe that.
All of us are equal in the Maker's sight.
It's tradition.
It's what we are.
No one worships my ancestors.
My ancestors were nothing.
Harrowing Chamber
With the destruction of Lothering, it is likely that all surrounding wildlife has been driven off.
You freed the templar?
But a metal door blocks the way.
You can find them scattered through the Fade.
They're resistant to magic and my meager strength.
Perhaps some other island will give you the means to bypass them?
I could... <emp>see</emp>... past the darkspawn and the flames.
There's a templar there, almost gone.
I could never reach him.
The fires block the way.
Over time you can see past the lies.
Past the walls even.
The more I despair, the clearer it all seems.
Ironic, isn't it?
The burning templar is dead?
He must have been in terrible misery...
But doesn't a metal door blocks your way?
Maybe a solution lies elsewhere?
On another island?
Fire blocked my every path, it was truly the stuff of nightmares... 
But the mouse sought refuge there when I visited--he must have found paths hidden to us.
What can I tell you?
You have done so much, in so little time.
They killed the dreamer before you got to him.
I could feel it here.
What do you mean "see?"
The ancestors have spoken.
I, on behalf of House Dace, forgive you for challenging my honor.
Perhaps in future you will think twice before insulting your elders and betters, hmm?
After learning that Lord Dace was trying to take advantage of you and your house, you challenged him to an honor Proving.
Unfortunately, you lost the Proving to Mandar Dace.
The ancestors have spoken and judged House Dace's cause to be righteous.
Ahh, fresh air. 'Twas difficult to breathe within with all that self-righteousness crowding the air.
Ah!
What a lovely little fishing town!
You can almost smell the desperation of the local gentry, no?
Yes, yes, very lovely.
Let us soak in the vista before the massacre begins.
Hmm.
Anyone up for a little bit of naked cliff-diving?
No?
A tunnel that went under the entire lake?
Who would build such a thing?
Escape tunnels make such very handy entrance tunnels, don't you think?
So the mages are all locked within?
A fitting end for those who gave up their own freedom.
Hmm.
Have you ever heard the saying "let sleeping abominations lie?" Now would be the time to consider it...
Ahhh... you can feel the charge in the air, can you not?
A great power has been unleashed in this place.
Be wary.
I do not think we are alone, here...
Books, books, books.
Is that all these mages do with their time, here?
You know, I'm willing to bet there's a tome or two in here that would fetch a lovely price on the market.
'Tis strange that we have not seen more resistance.
Where are all the mages, I wonder?
All dead?
It's not... true that mages can turn someone into a toad, is it?
That's just a myth, yes?
'Tis most intriguing.
Corruption not unlike the darkspawn's.
Perhaps they are related?
Ahh, now I regret that extra pie at lunch.
Ah, well.
'Twould seem we are not the only one these demons enjoy tormenting.
It seems they left us one alive.
A trap, perhaps?
Demons are remarkably unoriginal.
Not one of these Fade constructs has ever been interesting in the slightest.
So this... is where we dream?
Every night?
How very bizarre.
'Twould seem the entire city is overrun.
Less chance of bystanders, then.
<desc>Exhales</desc> Could the city even recover from an onslaught such as this?
I believe that is Fort Drakon ahead!
Move quickly!
Is this Fort Drakon?
Is that where we are headed?
How very fitting that they would build a prison for mages in the middle of a lake and make it look like a giant phallus.
Uh, do you think that perhaps there are magical beasts swimming in the lake, guarding their magic tower?
What is the name they have for mother and I?
Apostates?
Truly it boggles the mind.
The good thing about mages, I find, is that they die much like any other.
You just need to worry about what happens <emp>before</emp> that.
Only a metal door stands in your way, but that doesn't pose much of a challenge for you anymore, does it?
I think the demon that rules there is second only to the sloth demon in power.
The demon still dwells in the bowels of the mage's nightmare.
But I almost have... faith, you will succeed.
Sloth's lieutenant waits at its center.
I... will pray for you.
Duncan
Torturer
Myaja's Key
A key that was taken from Myaja.
Torture Rack
And these elves allow themselves to be herded together in this filth why, exactly?
Ahhh, an alienage.
They're the same everywhere, aren't they?
Elves plant these trees to remind themselves of who they once were.
And then they pee on it.
Charming symbolism, really.
A tree planted in the middle of misery?
It rather beckons a single, sad little tear, does it not?
Should I even try to imagine what the owner of such a store might consider a "wonder"?
Mmm.
I have heard of this "Wonders of Thedas" even in Antiva.
I... have never seen such a collection of merchants and people before. 'Tis always so?
Ah, the bustle of a market district!
The pickpocket's home away from home!
It's Antivan tradition to throw coins in such a well as this.
Supposedly it brings one luck.
And to where shall we go now, hmm?
The city beckons.
There is no fool like a drunken fool.
So mother once told me, and 'tis still true.
A place for the wealthy noblemen to drunkenly lounge about and wait their turn to be pickpocketed?
Marvelous!
'Tis all junk, just as I... hmm, is that an authentic Chasind tribal fertility carving?
Oh.
And here I thought the "Wonders of Thedas" might be a whorehouse.
Pity.
Ahhh, I grew up in a place such as this.
They say you can never go home again, but for ten silvers an hour you can get pretty close.
I fail to see what is so special about such a place.
In my experience, <emp>everyone</emp> pays for sex.
Ah, look how they moan and wail and gnash their teeth. 'Tis sad to watch how helplessly they scurry about.
Ah, the Chantry board.
Yes, let us run errands for the betterment of mankind as well as a few coppers.
Fools.
Praying for help from a prophet they burned and a god who has turned His back on them not once but twice.
The veil to the Fade is very thin, here.
There will be many spirits about.
I just felt a shiver.
Ghosts always give me the shivers.
My mother was Dalish.
They are a proud people, those who refused to bow to defeat.
At least they have chosen freedom over subjugation.
Better hardship and danger than slavery.
The halla.
The Dalish call them their guides.
They even lead an elf to oblivion when he dies... or so they claim.
What is that smell?
Must we muck about in the animal pens, now?
Ah.
More forests.
And here I thought I had left the Wilds behind for good.
I'm more of a city elf, myself.
Forests like this just seem so very... filthy.
Tevinter ruins.
I believe we are nearing our ultimate destination.
Hmm.
What came first, I wonder.
The forest?
Or the ruins?
Ah, here we go.
The werewolf lair, unless I miss my mark.
The werewolves live in an old ruin?
Hmmm...
I wonder if there are other treasures to be found here besides wolf droppings?
The ruins certainly look Tevinter, but are filled with elven trappings.
How very odd.
It seems that elves once lived with the Tevinter humans?
Or the Tevinter built this place for them?
I never heard of such a thing.
We should prepare ourselves for combat.
That smell... we're definitely approaching some kind of lair.
Are we... descending into the underground?
The thought of so much rock over one's head is... disquieting.
Are we going to get to enter Orzammar?
I don't believe they allow non-dwarves within.
If there is anything complimentary to be said about these people, 'tis that they possess a remarkable facility for carving stone.
Ahh, the Paragons, I believe.
The dwarves worship their own ancestors, if you can believe it.
Hmm.
Where did they put all the rock, I wonder...
Now that is a remarkable amount of lava.
Do you think anyone ever falls in?
This no doubt leads out to the Deep Roads, the ancient passages that once led to the other dwarven kingdoms.
It seems darker this way.
Perhaps this is how one leaves the dwarven city?
I do not even want to think from what manner of substance a cave-dwelling people would create their spirits.
Drunken dwarves?
What could be the harm in a few of those?
Ugh.
Just... do not buy anything.
Or touch anything.
Or... sit anywhere.
Do you know that dwarven ale isn't truly ale at all?
And it's <emp>black</emp>.
Marvelous!
Ah, the highlight of underground existence, I take it.
Hmm.
I hear that if the spectators don't approve of a match's outcome, they rush the field and kill the fighters.
Let me guess.
This is where the rich dwarves live, yes?
Ah, the social strata quickly makes itself evident no matter where one goes.
For such a short people they do rather like their buildings... tall.
This is the royal palace, then?
Hmm.
What treasures could lie within?
Must we stand so close to the edge?
Can you not feel the mountain directly over our heads?
Last city of the dwarves.
Just think: in another century or so, the only dwarves left may be on the surface!
Why do the poor not rise up against their betters?
This I never understood.
A-ha!
I smell a seedy underbelly, warts and all!
'Tis... a shrine of some kind.
Who would be worshipped, here?
And why?
How many such places have been lost to the darkspawn, I wonder?
Dwarven marvels throughout Thedas, all lost to shadow.
This is a graveyard.
Once the dwarves lived here... but no longer.
All manners of creature will rush in to replace a vacant habitat.
This is no different, I wager.
'Tis a quiet enough village.
Looks can be deceiving, of course.
Strange.
A perfect little village, no?
Almost too perfect.
Ah.
So everyone is within the chantry.
How lovely for them.
Do you hear it?
Singing from the chantry.
The entire town, from the sounds of it.
An ancient temple, lost to all but a select few.
Magnificent!
Ahhhh, an untouched treasure!
What wonders await us here?
More books.
We should burn a few to warm ourselves up, I should think.
Hmm.
You think any valuable tomes might still be in a decent condition?
This is Maferath, husband of Andraste and her betrayer.
What?
I went to the chantry as a child.
I suppose this is supposed to be some fool of religious significance?
Ah!
Hessarian, magister and Archon of the Tevinter Imperium.
It was he who ordered Andraste burned, if I remember.
Another religious figure?
Are we to be taught the entire history of Andraste, now?
I believe we are headed up, towards the surface of the mountains.
If there is anyone in charge of these cultists, we have not met them yet...
Be cautious.
A dragon such as this is better to avoid than engage.
A high dragon?
We're not... planning on actually fighting it, are we?
Couldn't we just... sneak around it?
This is... not like the rest of the temple.
This part is unblemished, untouched.
I... feel like we have just entered the Grand Cleric's bedchambers.
Where no one has gone before...
Another obstacle? 'Tis almost beyond endurance.
Ah!
This looks like a simple enough puzzle.
Let us put our heads together.
Mother of Mercy!
It... it is real!
Powerful magic, indeed.
I believe we could get one person across, but only one, by making the bridge appear in the correct sequence.
Hmmm.
Perhaps we could allow one person to cross the bridge?
I think?
The Grey Wardens
<emp>Use the Urn to heal Arl Eamon</emp>
You found the Urn of Sacred Ashes.
Use it on Arl Eamon to heal him.
Where are you going?
We can't leave now, Beraht will kill us!
<desc>An unnatural, darkened flame burns here.</desc>
<desc>A tool is required to extinguish the flame.</desc>
<desc>Used the dark pearl.</desc>
<desc>Used the taper.</desc>
<desc>A tool is required to rekindle the fire.</desc>
<desc>A pure flame burns.</desc>
Senior Enchanter Torrin
Indeed not.
You have the heart anyhow, do you not?
I can sense it.
Perhaps not, yet you came here anyhow.
Why, if not to slay Witherfang?
Why do you leave without the heart?
Unless you've decided to help us after all, I suggest you speak to my apprentice, Lanaya, or perhaps Sarel.
I have much to do, I fear.
Then I am pleased.
What do you need to know?
But if you can indeed help... then I wish you luck.
I never said I would help you.
I've decided to find Witherfang, as you asked.
All right.
I will help, but I make no promises.
I am helping.
You've left me little choice.
There are a few other senior enchanters, but they might ask why you'd need the rod, and we don't want to draw attention to ourselves.
Try the library.
Stop this, Sarel.
Why would any outsider help us if this is how we receive them?
You're mistaken.
I have agreed to help no one.
Which area?
Outside of the estate.
Inside the estate. (Don't go back.)
In the dungeon. (Don't go back.)
Inside the estate, Howe killed. (Don't go back.)
Go back.
Could my companion be on one of the islands?
You came here with another?
Yes, your companion is most likely trapped here as well.
And what of my companion?
Those are too small.
Send them back to the priests for more training.
This is like my home in Seheron.
But the fiends here are only monsters.
Senior Mage Leorah, grateful to you for having cleared out the spiders, has given you some useful items.
It's always good to see you.
I do!
I put aside these potions some time ago, but never found a use for them.
Here...
I hope they'll be helpful to you.
Hope you find a use for those potions!
And thank you again!
Don't you owe me a favor?
You too.
Be well.
Do you have anything useful you can give me?
Oh.
Well, I can't just have you go away with nothing.
I've already taken care of that.
Oh I know!
I have these potions here that I've never found a use for.
You can have them.
I bet they'll come in handy.
Don't worry about that.
I'm happy to help.
Really?
Well... let's just say I owe you a favor.
Maybe I'll think of some way to repay you.
Legion of the Dead sighted battling darkspawn near Orzammar!
They have no orders while throne stands empty!
Make Harrowmont your king now!
Legion of the Dead warriors secretly wear Prince Bhelen's colors!
Our prince has Orzammar's deadliest warriors behind him!
You have made Prince Bhelen Aeducan the king of Orzammar.
King Bhelen wears the Paragon's crown, and has the favor of the ancestors.
None may challenge his reign.
Be careful!
Someone is coming.
Ancestors watch over your path.
Hanashan needs to be alone before her fight.
Nice to see you again too.
Perhaps it is time for you to leave.
Good luck to you, Grey Warden.
I'll leave you alone then.
I think someone's here to speak to you, Senior Torrin.
Giant Spiderling
Do you really know what's going on here?
The Blight, the civil war...
I really wonder how much of it you understand.
<desc>He wags tail happily.</desc>
We're all special... big parts to play.
Even you.
Especially you, in some ways.
You are the mabari.
You guard one of the most important people--
You... you want to play?
But I'm talking.
Why doesn't anyone want to hear me talk?
Stealing Payback
Legion Spirit
Elder Miriam has heard of your unsavory deeds and wishes nothing to do with you.
Allison wants no more to do with you now that you have been branded a troublemaker.
Did you see that fight?
In the old days those men would've been told to join the Legion of the Dead.
At least then they'd put that anger to good use.
But not these days...
Don't know.
I'll take anything you can give.
He's a fat one though, worth a bit.
How much do you want for him?
But you said you'd pay!
Twenty silver?
I don't have anything, sorry.
Ten silver then.
How about five silver?
If you leave now, I will not be able to protect you.
The guards will jump at any opportunity to put you to death.
You know that.
Perhaps we should set off for Ostagar immediately?
If you wish to say your goodbyes, do so quickly.
You're back.
Is there something I can help you with?
Ah, you've changed your mind.
I was hoping you would.
I would be honored to fight by your side.
Very well.
Good luck to you then, Grey Warden.
I think I need your help.
No, just passing by.
Lord Teagan
Time is rusting, warden.
Good luck.
Well, Grey Warden, I'll give you credit for backbone.
You've dug a line through the spawn.
If I'd heard it second hand I'd have called it a sodding lie.
Warden, we've got a king because of you.
Still no sense in your head, but you've got skill.
Atrast vala, Grey Warden.
I've never seen one of your kind in the Deep Roads.
In the Legion of the Dead, we abandon our lives to be free of fear, free of hopeful blindness.
The coming Blight is obvious to us.
Your past means nothing to the Legion of the Dead.
The Legion gives no quarter!
Send 'em to the stone!
Let them believe they hold us here.
When the throne is settled, we'll beat them to their vile birthing grounds.
They think to breach Orzammar?
They're breathing smoke if we let them breathe at all!
And yet you don't sound surprised.
I am <FirstName/>, and I'm looking for allies.
You know I am a Grey Warden?
That's the warmest greeting I've had since returning.
Servant's Quarters
The brand on your face means nothing to the Legion of the Dead.
The surprise is not that you have come, but that you have come in so small a number.
It's an odd tactic, recruiting from the frontline.
The darkspawn pitch their camps in our tunnels between your "Blights", you know.
I recognize a fighter of darkspawn.
It marks you.
It's why we in the Legion of the Dead abandon our lives, so we can face them without fear.
Our oath ignores caste, family, history.
It lets us act without distraction.
Despite what we might have thought of you in life.
Hmph.
Defensible enough spot.
Either this is a trap, or the defenders of this castle are idiots.
I suspect both.
What are all these statues?
Your mages have an unhealthy fascination for women with bowls.
You shame me, spirit.
I am... an old man, alive long past his time.
Then you will do it?
You will end the curse?
Yes, I think it is time.
Let us... let us put an end to it all.
Zathrian will be our greatest foe.
Leave him to me.
Then we attack!
Brothers and sisters!
Tonight we have vengeance!
Such a number of books.
How many are not decorations?
Headless women with shields.
Much better than the bowls.
Lovely.
Magic at work.
They spared one.
Curious.
Hmph.
I've seen better.
Now this... may be the answer to the arishok's question.
It will never be the same...
At last!
Let's go!
We're keeping the archdemon waiting!
Has going topside let you forget the Legion of the Dead?
We abandon our lives to be free of fear and hopeful blindness.
The coming Blight is obvious to us.
It's a sacrifice I understand Grey Wardens are familiar with.
What do you want here, warden?
I need to find Paragon Branka.
I'm working with Prince Bhelen.
Humans over-compensating as always.
What is that smell?
Were your people being thrifty by building this place from refuse?
Unwise.
When that falls, it will take out no fewer than three houses.
I'm working with Lord Harrowmont.
"Wonders of Thedas"?
What does that even mean?
Do they sell geography questions?
Hmph.
Not qunari architecture, but adequate.
Very innovative, making a place for idiots to gather where they won't be underfoot.
What is--parshaara.
Perhaps it will be safer to study the floor.
This place stinks of desperation.
Too... frilly.
...I don't want to know.
So, they were here, too?
No wonder.
No one in your country repairs anything when they occupy it, do they?
More signs of the Tevinter.
This place will be full of traps, then.
Or worse.
Some architect clearly suffered from an unrequited love of the pointed arch.
All the darkspawn are fleeing the underground, and we are going there.
Is it just me, or do all these statues look alike?
Hmph.
Not bad.
Why would such a small people build things so tall?
They must own an impressive array of ladders.
...I should have stayed in that cage.
Is this... some sort of mass suicide?
I thought their warriors, at least, would be bigger.
Yes, very nice.
Where are the darkspawn?
I suppose that building the city in the midst of a pool of molten rock saves invaders the trouble of burning it.
Hallowed ground.
Blood has been spilled in battle here.
It's like a severed limb.
And I thought your Chantry was strange when they weren't dedicating temples to corpses.
Oh, so the southern peoples do read.
I thought that was a myth.
Is this a male or a female?
I can hardly tell.
Even in stone, Tevinter arrogance shows.
Are we there yet?
Now <emp>that</emp> is ataashi!
I mislike this.
Simple enough.
Congratulations.
You've found your pot of holy dirt.
Curious, indeed.
Shall we hold the bridge while you cross?
Always.
But the Legion of the Dead has seen worse.
We abandon our lives to face these sods without fear.
The darkspawn squat in our tunnels between Blights.
Why would you pull us away from our defense?
Give me a good dwarven reason.
Give me a dwarven reason to look topside.
Who put this dull idea in your head?
We've got other things to worry about in Orzammar... ah, now I see.
The deep lords in the Assembly can't make up their minds, so the pretenders need added influence.
I get that right?
You're working for a fool.
We follow the throne, which is empty.
Below that is politics beneath Legion notice.
That's the benefit of our oath.
What, does he need some weight to swing the vote in the Assembly?
I suppose you're sweeping the vents for Paragons.
Warden, you've got your work cut out for you.
Paragon Branka is dead, everyone with sense knows it.
Past our line, the darkspawn kill everything.
I'd gladly lead an assault through the Dead Trenches, but without an ass in the throne, we have no orders.
I won't take fool's gold from a pretender.
You want to go digging blind, you go right ahead.
It's not my job to shore up the Assembly chasing dead legends.
The Legion holds a line so those fools have time to put an ass on the throne.
You're under attack by darkspawn!
I'm working for your next king.
That's about it.
You have anything useful to add?
Then move your line.
Why hold back?
So give me a better idea.
Wondering what your life would be like if you had stayed in Orzammar?
Few others of our kind would have you.
We accept anyone, and are revered in advance as heroes who have and will die in glorious battle.
Even murderers.
We die in the eyes of our brothers so we can fight without fear.
It offers redemption for the promise of the greatest sacrifice.
Let us know if you find any Paragons.
You're as likely to find a dozen as one.
And Warden, you know you're being followed, right?
Tell me more about the Legion of the Dead.
Child
Paragon Statue
Old Woman
After that, we'll be the first into the Dead Trenches.
Might even tackle your Blight, though that's a surfacer's problem.
The Legion knows those words well.
It's the song of the recruit hoping for a way back to caste or honor.
They get their head out of the smoke and accept their fate, or the Stone takes them.
You'd be lucky to get it.
Is your warden oath any better?
You are guaranteed to fall to the darkspawn.
At least we must be revered.
I hear the Grey Wardens have lost their standing.
That's why you're chasing an empty throne.
That's all you need to know.
To say more invites judgment.
Or worse, imitation.
I'm no murderer!
I did what I had to.
I'm no murderer!
I was framed!
It's no life I'd want.
Why?
The other kingdoms only care when the darkspawn march in the light.
But they are always here, always pushing.
You lived here.
You know.
Blights take so long because we keep darkspawn in check.
A surge on the surface would reduce the pressure on us.
Your nightmare is my everyday.
Our resolve gives you a rest between Blights.
A surge on the surface would give us a break.
You should be more concerned about the coming Blight.
Floor Carving
The rest, impressive, but the Legion is grateful most for restored leadership.
It frees us to fight to the darkspawn properly.
You'll have us.
It's time the surfacers saw the good the Stone can unleash.
Nay, our place is down here.
When you break the Blight, and you've got the skill, we'll make sure they have nowhere to retreat.
You'll have us indirectly.
That's more than any surfacer can say.
You'll have us too, warden!
I think it's time the surfacers saw the good the stone can unleash.
We'll be at your side.
Back to Orzammar when we win, though.
I'll not stay topside to lose my stone sense.
You'll have us too.
Indirectly.
Our place is here, but when you break the blight, we'll make sure the darkspawn have a fine welcome home.
It's more guarantee than any surfacer has had.
You alone have the skill to back up your words.
Each of the Legion owes our homeland a death, but if our lives are better shed on the surface, so be it!
No offense, warden.
You have our respect, but we belong here.
Each of the Legion owes our home a death.
That is the only way we leave.
Best of the vein to you, Grey Warden.
Until the Stone's embrace.
You are Stone carved, warden.
I've never seen the like.
The throne restored and legends put to rest.
Incredible.
Grey Warden, you have impressed the best of us.
Stone met, Grey warden.
Have you found your Paragon or just the dust she left?
Good luck, Grey Warden.
When the time comes, I'll care for a good dwarven reason.
Sod the rest.
Like dusters have heard of respect.
Never seen it, and if it exists it wasn't meant for me.
But if you're looking for Paragons, you may as well look for the anvil.
And endless Lyrium.
Let them come.
It saves us the walk to their lairs.
Stone-blind beasts, you're no nightmare to us.
Can I count on you to fight the Blight at my side?
I'm glad.
Ferelden needs you at your best.
Orzammar is lucky to have you.
We need you topside.
Show the world your skill.
It will have to do.
Ever heard of the Anvil of the Void?
Nuada
Wall Carving
Something had some fun with these darkspawn.
No finesse in the cuts but I can't argue the results. 
The darkspawn have enemies of their own down here.
Brutal ones.
Ugh, someone left a mess.
Who does that even to a darkspawn?
Corpses.
Everywhere.
That'll be the Legion.
Our best and worst.
Someone has already made a brutal start on the darkspawn.
Impressive.
Nothing subtle about what happened here.
Someone enjoys killing these things.
Someone down here takes a great deal of pleasure in a darkspawn kill.
More dead.
If nothing else, our mystery friends are prolific.
More dead.
I hope whoever did this is choosy about their targets.
You think whoever did this will stop long enough to see we're not darkspawn?
As active as ever, those Legion boys.
Never leave a darkspawn walking
Seems our unseen friends have more than a passing hatred for darkspawn.
These kills show the zeal of men driven by blood.
Not that it's always a bad thing.
The individual brutality here was unnecessary.
These are not precision kills.
Invisible Blocker
Irving's Chest
Awww.
Too bad.
That's got serious potential.
No, I didn't.
So... what did you do in there?
A training exercise.
I would observe an object and then try to think of all the words in your language which began with the same letter as its name.
That... wait.
Just wait.
You're joking again, aren't you?
You are not telling me that you played, "I spy," <emp>against yourself</emp> for twenty days.
There are a lot of things in Lothering that begin with, "G."
Is it a Grey Warden?
Is it, in fact, <emp>you</emp>?
Oooh.
You're really good at this.
<desc>Sigh</desc>
Ahren
"Chilly"?
I don't know this word.
It's much warmer where you're from, isn't it?
Don't you feel cold?
I don't imagine we can find a cloak in your size, can we?
Hmmm...
Nothing.
Nothing, don't mind me.
Now, I wonder where I could get a skein of good wool yarn...
I beg your pardon.
I didn't mean to stare.
I've never seen a qunari before.
You can blink once in a while.
I'll still be here.
No, no.
I was a lay sister of the Chantry.
Which means?
I lived and worked in the Chantry, but I did not take any vows.
So you... dabbled in priesthood, then?
Oh no, the lay sisters don't have the same sorts of duties as priests at all.
So you were not a priest, did none of their duties, and took no vows, but you lived among them?
...You were a houseguest of the Chantry?
Um... sort of...
I didn't say that.
Was that part of your Chant?
<desc>Laughs</desc> No!
It was a ballad about a highwayman and the tavern girl who loved him.
Could you not tell?
All your language sounds the same to me.
I thought you were singing of vegetables, actually.
Only some?
Which ones are they?
The ones who belong in charge.
That is the way of the Qun.
How does this Qun determine who belongs in charge?
The tamassrans evaluate everyone and place them where their talents merit.
But elves, in general, merit higher places than humans in qunari society?
Some of them.
Back where we began.
It's like talking to a water wheel.
You insult all of Ferelden with your actions!
I demand an audience with a representative of your king!
King Loghain will not suffer the delay of his appointed messenger!
Settled?
Is this about my father?
You're the exile.
Aye, despite your brother Bhelen's best efforts, sorrow finished what your kinslaying started.
Your father is dead.
Wait, look at me.
You're the brand who dishonored the Proving.
Trust you to be ignorant of our tragedy.
Settled?
Something happen to, what was it, King Endrin?
I heard that at one time they considered calling us the Kestrels.
But you know.
It didn't sing.
It didn't dance.
Kinslayer?
Oh, you're not getting in.
Janar
<act>Show her your hand.</act>
Don't take it personally, elf.
I have a disdainful attitude towards everyone.
Who doesn't?
If I don't get in, no one should.
They hide because they are dwarves.
I would challenge any race to fare as well.
Our king is dead.
Endrin Aeducan returned to the Stone not three weeks ago.
None more important than mine.
You won't get in talking about a king like that.
I have urgent need to talk to your king.
Why have your people retreated like this?
Wait, look at me.
You're the exile.
This begins with you.
Sorrow finished what your kinslaying started.
Your father is dead.
You better not let some pissant in after refusing Loghain's messenger.
The Wardens killed King Cailan and nearly doomed Ferelden!
They're sworn enemies of King Loghain!
Well, that <emp>is</emp> the royal seal.
That means only the Assembly is authorized to address it.
Grey Warden, you may pass.
What!
He's a traitor!
And a kinslayer!
You said it yourself.
What!
She's a traitor!
And a kinslayer!
You said it yourself.
You're letting in a traitor?
And what was that you said, a filthy brand?
You're letting in a traitor?
And a foreigner?
In the name of King Loghain I demand that you execute this... stain on the honor of Ferelden!
That's enough!
Raise your blade if you're so tough!
Loghain is the traitor who killed King Cailan at Ostagar!
Run to your false king.
The dwarves will not hear him today.
Don't leave that fool with his blade out, Warden.
You're free to enter when he's out of my beard.
I...
I will at that! <emp>I'm</emp> a messenger of King Loghain!
What?
L-lies and slander!
King Loghain will not suffer this!
I will not suffer it. <emp>I'm</emp> his messenger!
You.... you'll hear of this.
King Loghain will see you quartered!
You are free to enter Orzammar, Grey Warden, though I don't know what help you will find.
You... your bluster won't work on me. <emp>I'm</emp> a messenger of King Loghain!
Kill each other as you will, but take your sodding fight off my doorstep!
A Blight is coming.
They must unite for Ferelden.
The Grey Wardens need their traditional dwarven allies.
My brother's death was a complicated matter.
Wait, who are you to speak for Ferelden?
You're no messenger to Loghain, that's for certain.
Thank the ancestors.
If you <emp>have</emp> a handkerchief, then why not use it?
Too dirty.
Yours was cleaner.
Is that how you "landed" your own wife?
No wonder she turned to her own sex for comfort.
Now that's just mean.
We all have our reasons for doing what we do.
Mine happen to come with a set of strong hands.
<emp>Return to Arl Eamon and prepare to head to the Landsmeet</emp>
You have gathered your army, and the Landsmeet will soon be called.
Return to Arl Eamon in Redcliffe and prepare to head to Denerim.
<emp>Use the Grey Warden treaties to gain the help of the different factions</emp>
Arl Eamon has been revived and plans to call a Landsmeet in Denerim.
In the meantime, you must gather your allies using the signed Grey Warden treaties.
Teyrn Loghain, you must have great stories about King Maric.
Oh?
Are you looking for a new slant on the ones they tell in Orlais?
No, no! <desc>Sigh</desc> Does everything have to be about nationality with you?
Why must every moment of life have to be a matter of politics?
Do you think they do not admire Maric in Orlais?
Because they do.
There is nothing like a dashing rebel prince to capture the imagination, you know.
Even when he rebels against you?
Especially then.
It makes him roguish.
Much more romantic.
And if he must face overwhelming numbers of Chevaliers with only a few untrained farmers?
Then he's even more valiant.
Leliana, this runs counter to all sense and accountability.
People aren't sensible creatures all the time.
And stories are accountable to no one.
Have you never loved a tall tale, simply because it made your heart race?
You can, "Hmph," all you like.
You know I'm right.
You are much taller than I expected.
Am I?
You expected me to be short?
Well, you are also younger than I imagined.
Great generals are supposed to be old men who sit far from the battlefield.
I have never been, nor hope to be, a great general, then.
No?
I suppose that explains your loss at Ostagar, then.
I see you staring owlishly at me, young lady.
I suppose you disapprove of my being here as well.
No, indeed.
You are a vast improvement over Alistair.
That, however, is not saying a great deal.
You look as though you want to say something, Wynne.
What's stopping you?
You've never held your tongue for politeness' sake before.
No, it's nothing.
Why should that matter?
There have been plenty of occasions in the past when you've had nothing to say, and said it anyway.
Loudly, in fact.
Loghain, you are not making this any easier.
My apologies.
I should certainly not be complaining that you've no vitriol for me.
I... would rather have something scathing to say to you.
But I do not.
I...
I feel I should admit that I have been mistaken about you.
As it is a rather brave thing to admit a mistake, I will only say: Thank you.
Yes.
Well, it won't happen again.
What are you playing at?
He may be young, but he's no fool.
I doubt he's forgotten what you've done.
Madam, I have no idea what you're trying to suggest.
Speak plainly.
If you wish to accuse me of something, do it.
Oh, I have so many things to accuse you of, Loghain Mac Tir, that I hardly know where to begin.
But I'll save them for another time.
For the moment, know that I am watching you.
Don't think a few friendly words for the Warden will put everyone off their guard.
If watching me amuses you, madam, feel free.
Now, if you don't mind, I have things to attend to.
She's young, but she's no fool.
She hasn't forgotten what you've done.
You can stop scowling at me, madam.
Did I need your permission?
I see.
Fine.
I confess: It was entirely my idea that Uldred consort with demons.
I had a dastardly scheme in which the utter destruction of Ferelden's best weapon would benefit me, personally.
Are you satisfied, now?
Do you think your deal with Uldred was where you earned my contempt?
I was at Ostagar.
I witnessed Cailan's murder.
Such loyalty.
Did you try to save him, then?
My apologies.
I was fortunate to escape with my life!
So you <emp>didn't</emp> rush to your king's rescue?
I see.
Then both of us left the boy to die.
I was no general at the head of an army!
I could never have reached him!
And I had no magic that could break those darkspawn ranks.
But perhaps you think I ought to have tried, regardless.
No doubt, the lives of mere soldiers are cheap in the eyes of the Circle.
And what of all the soldiers who died with their king?
Their lives were worth nothing to you.
You think so, do you?
I knew their names, mage, and where they came from.
I knew their families.
I do not know how you mages determine the value of things, but they were my men.
I know exactly how much I lost that day.
So what, now we're supposed to be best friends?
Bosom buddies?
Sit around the campfire and sing together?
Somehow, I have no desire ever to hear you sing, Dwarf.
Just don't start thinking that you belong here.
Oh, I'm in no danger of that, I promise you.
I didn't think it was a human practice, making a comrade of a defeated foe.
It isn't.
These are... unusual circumstances.
It is... encouraging to see.
Encouraging?
How so?
Perhaps your people are becoming more like qunari.
You could do worse.
Do you mean to say that qunari <emp>do</emp> make comrades of their beaten opponents?
Qunari do not waste resources.
And few are more valuable than lives.
How exactly do you go about making your enemies work for you?
We're a persuasive people, if you couldn't tell.
And Warden, watch yourself.
Drunks make poor allies.
No, I think it was Cleanbad.
I remember because I thought: "Yes, that's right.
Dirty good, clean bad." <emp>chuckles</emp>
But thanks for offering to take us there.
You're a good friend, Warden.
Greetings again, friend.
I hope your hound is doing well.
I know some old patterns, from a generation ago.
I can teach them to you, in exchange for some coin.
No, tell me more.
I would like to be alone, if you don't mind.
Show me more kaddis patterns.
He is fine.
Goodbye.
Felsi
Kadan-Fe Hideout
Grey Warden
Eamon's Study
Owain - Stockroom
Kadan-Fe Camp
We have a king!
The gold will flow again!
All is well if trade is open.
I'll take business over a caste I've never known any day.
You don't hold a grudge for being locked out?
Lucky you, then.
Did you go to her rescue?
I... all right... that does sound bad.
At least we can be sure you looked stunning for the occasion.
The wrong cake?
Disaster, indeed.
Why not?
Did he get cold feet?
Did his parents disapprove of the match?
So much has happened...
It's good you're home.
The wedding never actually took place.
He died.
It was an arranged marriage.
I didn't know him very well.
We can talk about this some other time.
I didn't want to be married anyway.
It got interrupted.
My bride was carried off.
I did.
Then I got conscripted by the Wardens.
Imagine a storybook wedding: This was the opposite.
It wasn't my idea.
I have been studying Mother's grimoire.
Do you wish to hear what I have found?
'Tis... not what I expected.
I had hoped for a collection of her spells, a map of the power that she commands.
But this is not it.
No, not for nothing.
There is much of interest here in her writings, and one thing in particular I find fascinating.
Here, in great detail, Flemeth explains the means by which she has survived for centuries.
If only 'twere so.
Not unless one also happens to be an ancient abomination, no.
That is closer to the truth than you might think.
Flemeth has raised many daughters over her long lifetime.
There are stories of these many Witches of the Wilds throughout Chasind legend, yet I have never seen a one and always wondered why not.
And now I know.
They are all Flemeth.
When her body becomes old and wizened, she raises a daughter.
And when the time is right, she takes her daughter's body for her own.
Indeed.
That is primarily what this tome details.
The various daughters that Flemeth has... acquired.
Their preparation and training.
I recognize all of it.
I... am to be her next host.
This is my purpose.
Perhaps nothing.
At least, not unless you have an interest in retaining my aid against the darkspawn.
Whatever spark of the demon that made her what she is remains within her keeps her from dying of old age.
But her body deteriorates.
Eventually she would be so wizened as to be senseless and immobile.
So she must seek a new body, a fresh body, and start the cycle anew.
I am... uncertain.
According to her writings, certain hosts are better than others.
The more a host is prepared, the quicker... the transition will be.
I am... sorry.
This simply takes me by surprise.
I would have thought I would have had some inkling, some notion...
Flemeth is capable of many things.
I was a fool not to suspect her capable of using me for her own self-preservation.
'Tis just... her way.
Or so I thought.
I was a fool to think...
I should have known better.
Flemeth is no doting mother.
She is an abomination and a sorceress and I should have at least suspected <emp>something</emp>.
I am a fool.
I am such a fool!
Once, Flemeth was a mage.
This was before the time of the Circle of Magi, but she wielded magical power of the same sort that all the ancient shamans did. 'Twas no different.
She summoned a demon and made it part of her, and became an abomination.
One that has thrived.
Whether Flemeth has always been the demon, or mastered it, or they are one...
I truly do not know.
No matter what she is, her body still ages and will not sustain her forever.
So she must find new bodies.
I... am to be the next new body, in a very long line.
I do not know.
Perhaps 'tis as she said: the darkspawn threaten her as much as they threaten anyone else.
Or perhaps she believes that this journey will make me more powerful.
According to the tome, if the... host... is already powerful and trained in magic, it takes far less time for Flemeth to... settle in.
Not by any natural means.
Perhaps I should take this as a vote of confidence from her on my capabilities?
Or perhaps she simply wished me gone from the Korcari Wilds so she could prepare her ritual in peace.
A disturbing thought.
There is only one possible response to this: Flemeth needs to die.
I will not sit about like an empty sack waiting to be filled.
Flemeth must be slain and I need your help to do it.
And what would that do?
At best I would receive pointless reassurances.
At worst, Flemeth would imprison me once she became aware I know what I do.
I know my mother well enough to be confident she would show no mercy when it came to her own survival.
I must do the same.
It may seem so, if you think of Flemeth as a mother.
Think of her, instead, as an ancient abomination that intends to use her own flesh and blood to extend her life beyond all natural limits.
She did not wish anyone to get ahold of this information, least of all me.
Now I have.
If I do not act on what I know, then more the fool am I.
Because if she is slain while I am near, I am not certain that she will not simply be able to take possession of me right there.
So obviously I cannot be the one to do it.
Another time?
Would you wait on such a matter?
How do I not know that Flemeth is not making preparations to steal my body even as we speak?
No!
This cannot wait until another time!
I will not wander the countryside waiting for Flemeth to act and do nothing about it.
If I must, I will find a way to deal with this on my own.
I do not wish to.
I find myself... enjoying the time I've spent with you... but if you force me to go, then I will.
If I must, I will find a way to deal with this on my own.
I do not wish to leave your company.
I... hope that you would think enough of me to aid me in this.
But if I must go...
If I must, I will find a way to deal with this on my own.
If that means leaving your company, then I will do so.
Do not force me to do this alone, I implore you!
You will not help me.
Even after the help I have given you.
Even knowing what you do regarding Flemeth's plans?
Then what needs to be done is for you to go back to Flemeth's hut in the Korcari Wilds... without me.
If I am present when she is slain, I cannot be certain that she will not be able to possess my body right then.
So I must remain at the camp.
Confront her and slay her quickly.
I doubt she will truly be dead even then, but it will take her years to find a new host and recover her power... if that is even possible.
The thing I must have is her true grimoire.
With it I can defend against her power in the future.
Everything else in her hut is yours.
Not really.
But the sooner the better, no?
Bah!
She would like everyone to think she is invincible, but I highly doubt that is the case.
And besides that, you are not truly killing her.
You think I take pleasure in this?
I do not.
I will, however, fight for my survival just as Flemeth would.
I am grateful.
The sooner this can be done, the sooner it will set my mind at ease.
I see.
Somehow I expected differently, though I do not know why.
Know that we are not done with each other, you and I.
We shall see each other again... later rather than sooner, I should think.
Do not be sorry.
I am not.
I am angry.
Disturbed?
Yes, perhaps that is the right word.
One thing in particular within her writings disturbs me.
No.
There is much of interest within her writings, things I did not know.
And one in particular I would never have suspected.
'Tis worth your time to listen, if only for a moment.
If you must.
So it was for nothing?
A spell of immortality?
That should prove useful, no?
Let me guess.
She drinks blood?
Eats children?
And?
What does this have to do with me?
So is Flemeth immortal or not?
Can this body be anyone?
Or must it be a daughter?
You really had no idea?
You and Flemeth were hardly friendly.
No one thinks the worst of their own mother.
I would feel the same.
What an awful thought.
I'm not sure I understand what you mean.
So why would she risk sending you with me?
So if you died she would have another daughter?
So what do you intend to do about it?
Perhaps you should talk to her about it, first?
Kill Flemeth?
Isn't that a little extreme?
Why do you need my help?
Can this not wait until another time?
Forget it.
I'm not going to help you kill your mother.
Very well.
I'll help you, if I can.
Do I have a time limit on this?
Are you serious?
Kill Flemeth, a Witch of the Wilds?
It sounds like you just want someone to do your dirty work.
Go, then.
I'm not going to help you.
And you had no idea?
I'm so sorry.
Yet you look disturbed.
Disappointed, then?
Can we discuss it another time?
What did you find?
I think my use here is limited.
I am positive you agree.
I mean that you and I are incompatible.
You have no regard for me and I even less for you.
Be that as it may, the two of us are incompatible.
I have no interest in being where I am not wanted.
I think the time has come to take my leave of you.
Elsewhere.
Away from you and your foolish mission and constant orders.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I... very well.
I shall stay, if you insist, but might I suggest a less disagreeable approach to the way you blunder about the countryside?
I have little hope for improvement, but we shall see.
You do not need me.
And I do not need this.
It is.
How sweet.
The two of us are not done with each other, but I shall not follow you about the countryside as you blunder about foolishly.
We shall meet again.
With luck, later rather than sooner.
I was a fool to allow you to convince me to stay.
I can stomach this no longer.
Yes, "this again."
Nothing.
You excel at doing exactly the opposite.
No, I happen to find you quite useful.
Where will you go?
Fine.
Go.
I couldn't care less.
Please don't go.
I need you here.
If that's what you want.
It's about bloody time.
"Limited" is stretching it, really.
This again?
What can I do to make you happy?
Then go, already.
Alfstanna... is that you, little sister?
Losing two sons, one to murder and one to exile?
Who can blame him for seeking peace among the ancestors?
Thug Minion
You left chaos to fester in your house, but we must respect your new role.
Your return is not celebrated, but we must respect your new role.
No...
I don't know you... do I?
Are you real?
What are you doing in here?
<desc><DogName/> runs up to you happily.
He appears to have found a friend.</desc>
Try not to scare too many people!
I suppose he's just going off to do some shopping.
Halla
I...
I'm Irminric, knight-lieutenant of the Denerim chantry.
You... aren't one of the teyrn's men?
I... where am I? 
White Falcon Archer
If only we had one now.
A unifier.
A voice like that... there would be no dissension.
Perhaps I don't want you to.
A surfacer should not see us in this kind of disarray.
Surfacers always assume nothing happens underground without them.
Many are trying, despite our stalemate.
Learn our ways before you presume to save us from ourselves.
But don't look to me.
I will not be a tutor to a surfacer.
Perhaps I can help.
So find one.
Can't you stand for yourselves?
I...
I failed in my duties.
Maker, forgive me.
I failed, and there's no telling what he's done...
That's enough crazy for me.
Goodbye.
The maleficar.
He had turned blood magic upon templars and Circle mages to escape from his tower.
Near Redcliffe, I cornered him...
Lady of Sorrows, pray for me...
Alfstanna?
I... don't know.
Where is my sister?
Have you seen her?
You're a templar?
Alfstanna is... a far better bann than I would have been... but I... don't remember how I came to be here...
We have leadership again.
Thank you, Warden.
You are a friend to the Stone.
Call yourself Warden, but you are an exile underneath.
The Paragons of this hall should not have to look at you.
Leave me.
Goodbye, Warden.
I hope you're not needed.
But the teyrn's men took him from me... and brought me here... 
This maleficar, was his name Jowan?
That's not your fault.
That is pretty bad.
Yes.
He... destroyed his phylactery... we were spread out, trying to find him...
I was alone.
Lady of Perpetual Sorrows, pray for me.
I should have been more careful...
Andraste forgive me. 
Maker knows... what he's done to those poor fools.
To all the faithful I...
I failed to protect.
I... you are real, aren't you?
My dreams are... so strange now.
Please, if you're not a dream, help me.
Give this ring... to my sister, Alfstanna.
Tell her... tell her I'm sorry.
Please.
Ask her... to pray for me.
No one can free me from failure, save Blessed Andraste.
You realize the door is open, right?
You're free.
No.
You're a little too crazy for me.
This... is Irminric's.
Explain yourself.
My brother would no more part with this ring than with his head.
I was asked to give this to you. <act>Give her the ring.</act>
So now we head into the city together to face the archdemon, hmm?
Good.
I would not gladly let you out of my sight, you know.
I happen to like you too much to let you wander off without me.
Let us teach this dragon a lesson.
And come back in one piece.
Good.
I was nearly afraid you were about to march inside without me.
We cannot have that!
Ah well.
I suppose I didn't have anything <emp>better</emp> to do anyhow.
Let us go and teach this dragon a lesson, yes?
It should have stayed in whatever hole it crawled out of.
Heading off to slay dragons without me, hmm?
Well, fine.
Off you go, then.
If you do not come back in one piece, however...
Hmm.
Let's not get ahead of ourselves, yes?
I wish you luck.
Fine, fine.
Say hello to the Archdemon for me.
He never writes anymore, it's rather distressing.
And... do watch your back.
No getting eaten.
Unless you think it's really important, of course.
Excellent plan!
Dragons are so bothersome.
Do enjoy the fight, yes?
Let's get this over with, then.
There is little time to waste.
I cannot help but notice I am not going with you.
That will make it rather difficult for me to kill the Archdemon, no?
Then let me say that it is an honor to have fought at your side, however briefly.
Good luck, Grey Warden.
May the Maker watch over you.
No.
No easy way out for me.
I see I am not going with you.
I wish you luck, then.
The fate of Ferelden rests on your shoulders.
That's because you're not going to.
No easy way out for you, Loghain.
You need to stay here.
And live.
<desc>Worried whining!</desc>
<desc>Sad whine.</desc>
Don't worry, boy.
I'll be back.
I guess this is good-bye.
You be good, you hear?
It's too dangerous for you to go with me.
Gerient
You might ask Loghain.
Irminric asks you to pray for him.
He needs your help.
Loghain!
What does my brother have to do with <emp>him</emp>?
I haven't heard from him in months.
Where is he?
What's happened?
He's alive, then?
Please, if you have news of my brother, I would hear it.
He was captured while chasing a maleficar.
He's in the dungeon of the arl of Denerim's estate.
Kaddis Store
<emp>Deliver Irminric's signet ring</emp>
Irminric gave you his signet ring.
He wants you to give it to his sister, Bann Alfstanna.
You gave Bann Alfstanna Irminric's signet ring and told her about his imprisonment.
She rewarded you with an amulet.
Lost Templar
Tortured Noble
<emp>Inform Bann Sighard about his son's imprisonment</emp>
You freed Oswyn, the son of Bann Sighard, from Arl Howe's torture room.
Sighard might appreciate being told about this.
<emp>Inform Bann Sighard about his son's imprisonment</emp>
Sighard rewarded you for freeing his son with a substantial amount of coin and pledged to support you at the Landsmeet.
<desc><DogName/> sniffs the air curiously.</desc>
Oh, don't give me that face.
I'm betting you want the cheese in my pocket.
<desc>He sits and waits patiently.</desc>
Very well, here you go.
Don't eat it all at once.
Or... do, whichever you prefer.
I used to keep cheese in my pocket for Adalla too.
I think the rinds were her favorite part.
I mentioned she was taken from us, did I not?
This was when Orlais still ruled, and it was an Orlesian lordling who took her.
He wanted to mix the blood of our noble mabari with their frail, wasp-wasted game hounds, which were bred for looks, not intelligence.
I tried to keep her, but there was little I could do to stop the Orlesian...
I wasn't even a man then.
You can imagine what it was like for her, being torn away from the boy--the family she was bonded to.
<desc>Long, low whine</desc>
It was six months before we saw her again.
The Orlesian returned her--and when I say "returned," I mean "pushed her out of his wagon."
She was skin and bone, and still carried the scars from where their pronged collars bit into her neck.
She never quite recovered.
She passed away after a week.
It was as though she held on long enough to come home to us.
I held her head in my lap, and I believe she died happy.
<desc>Sad whine</desc>
Here, some smoked boar saved from supper.
Huh, it'll do you good.
<desc>Excited huffing</desc>
I had a mabari once.
Adalla--that was her name.
We found her in the wood shed one night.
She was still a pup then.
We never figured out where she came from.
My mother called her a gift from the Maker.
And she was... she really was.
She was beautiful; she had a lovely chestnut brown coat, and the most intelligent, understanding eyes.
You would have liked her.
We grew up together.
She never left my side, not once.
Ten years we had her, before she was taken away...
<desc>He cocks head and looks curiously at Loghain.</desc>
Another time perhaps.
Finish your snack.
Eh, right.
Okay, I've got a better idea now.
I know you don't like me on your back, but how about... a chariot of some kind, huh?
Spiked wheels, the crest of my house emblazoned in the front.
It would look mighty impressive, I can just see it.
And you, my great sodding mutt steed, shall charge headlong into the fray, while I stand in my chariot chopping to the left and to the right.
We would fell thousands!
<desc>Loud angry barking</desc>
Bah!
You have no vision.
One day, you'll see, I'll have my team of grand mabari charioteers.
And you--sodding dog--you'll be sorry you didn't get in on the action when you could've!
If you just stood still for a minute...
<desc><DogName/> cocks his head quizzically.</desc>
You like Oghren, don't you?
Oghren's your friend.
That's right.
We understand each other.
Now stand still, you stupid mutt...
<desc>He yelps and runs away.</desc>
Oh, come on!
You're so melodramatic!
I haven't even put the saddle on yet!
Hey, you stupid mutt.
What are you looking at me for?
Well you better get moving, you great sodding pile of potential poo.
<desc>Growls angrily</desc>
Ha!
You give as good as you get, mutt.
Maybe there's something to this Ferelden notion of having dog companions.
Companions and allies.
No need for those big, clomping golems, is there?
Just between the two of us, I think those golems are more trouble than they're worth.
Too bad so many had to suffer before they figured it out.
They say the mabari is clever enough to speak, and wise enough to know not to.
Tell me, my friend, does this saying apply to you?
Are you capable of speech, and simply choose not to speak?
Hmm... sometimes I think the world would be a much friendlier place if we could learn some things from animals.
Nothing in the animal kingdom can match the worst qualities of humanity.
I have been setting down, in ink, the tales of our exploits, and I have been thinking about ways to describe you.
You are unlike any animal I have ever met, almost human in your intelligence and understanding.
So, let me see... you are loyal, yes?
That one is obvious.
Very, very clever... this is also obvious.
You are terrifying when you have to be, but gentle and sweet as a dove at other times.
And you are also playful... sometimes gluttonous--
<desc><DogName/> interrupts Leliana with a series of short, sharp barks.</desc>
No?
What is all this begging for food scraps then?
Well, all right.
You're not gluttonous.
You're just.... a lover of fine foods.
How's that?
<desc>He barks happily and wags his tail.</desc>
Captured by whom?
And why?
I think I will have to get this story from my brother himself.
A dungeon?
What--no.
I will go to him at once. <emp>Someone</emp> will answer for this.
You are Bryce Cousland's youngest, are you not?
I thought I recognized you.
Take this: It has been in my family for generations.
Let it be a sign of the friendship between Highever and Waking Sea.
Let me know if you want some of my bowmen when you take back your teyrnir, as well.
Take this with my thanks: It has been in my family since the War of Crowns, crafted for us by the Circle of Magi.
An heirloom is a small thing compared to my brother's life.
I thank you for bringing me this news.
If you will be so kind as to tell me where he is, I will go to him at once.
This necklace has been in my family since before the days of King Calenhad.
It was crafted by the Circle.
And it will be yours if you tell me where my brother is.
I'm not sure.
He wasn't very lucid.
What is this information worth to you?
If I tell you this, I want your support in the Landsmeet.
Weapon Rack
I'll see to it that you regret this.
Thank you.
Take this: Waking Sea will not forget your assistance.
No matter.
I will find my brother myself.
Ah, politics.
You're more canny than I thought.
My voice will be yours, then, assuming I find Irminric alive.
He's in the dungeon of Howe's estate here in Denerim.
No deal.
I would not brawl you in the street like a common thug, Warden.
Your day will come.
Elf Warrior
And tried to extort money from me, as well.
This Warden is nothing but a brigand.
Indeed?
My brother tells a very different tale.
He says you snatched a blood mage from the Chantry's justice.
Coincidence?
Do not think the Chantry will overlook this, Teyrn Loghain.
Interference in a templar's sacred duties is an offense against the Maker.
Grand Cleric Elemena
Whatever I have done, I will answer for later.
At the moment, however, I wish to know what this Warden has done with my daughter.
Alistair's right to the throne is challenged, his challenger's honor is in doubt: In the past, such disputes were settled by duel.
Will the Landsmeet agree?
Waking Sea stands with the Grey Warden!
Waking Sea is with you, Loghain!
Dead Refugee
Warden?
You?
When I heard they accepted a brand I thought it was a joke.
Surfacers and their cloud-addled heads.
Fine, oh illustrious Grey Warden, what do you want?
The Grey Warden recruit?
They said you were a brand, but I thought it a joke.
Exile, you were not to show your face here again.
I have enough crime to deal with, I shouldn't have to dump you back in the Deep Roads.
That's right, you found pity topside.
The Wardens should have better sense when choosing allies.
Veata, surfacer!
I am bid to let you walk the commons, but keep your place.
Warden or not, I want order.
Yes, Warden?
What is it?
Surface problems.
Well, we have no king to hear you.
You can join the shouting at the Assembly in the Diamond Quarter, if you want.
Bunch of deshyr lords bickering over sand.
Bhelen, Harrowmont... is one so different?
No Paragons here.
They've caged themselves for fear of each other.
As you've seen, keeping order down among us working people is dodgy.
No place for a proper lord.
Bhelen speaks through his second, Vartag Gavorn, in the Assembly.
Lord Harrowmont speaks through Dulin Forender from his estate.
You said as much.
Take it to the Assembly in the Diamond Quarter.
I'll wager you do, but with your history, you won't get near him.
Make your appeals to Vartag Gavorn, Bhelen's voice in the assembly.
Sorry, Warden, but the ancestors know your place.
Yes, you should.
Stone-blind idiots!
I won't have fighting in the commons!
Especially in front of outsiders!
I find that sodding fool I'll have him in the Legion.
I have a new house.
The Grey Wardens.
Think before you act.
I am more than I was.
I am here to help us all.
That deserves respect.
If you must be our Warden, at least know us.
Go to the Shaper of Memories in the Shaperate.
The true bright spot in the Diamond Quarter.
You mentioned Paragons?
Maker, forgive these soldiers who refuse to show patience or kindness to Your holy priesthood.
We have come on...
Chantry business.
What does it look like?
We are... delivering something to your fort.
Got a delivery here for you.
<act>Have Wynne do the talking.</act>
<act>Let Morrigan bluff.</act>
<act>Let Sten bluff.</act>
<act>Let Zevran bluff.</act>
<act>Let Oghren bluff.</act>
<act>Let Leliana bluff.</act>
<act>Let Wynne bluff.</act>
Andraste's arse, you have.
You're no priest.
<desc><DogName/> collapses.</desc>
<act>Let <DogName/>... bluff?</act>
<act>Let Alistair talk.</act>
<act>Let Sten talk.</act>
<act>Let Leliana talk.</act>
<act>Let Zevran talk.</act>
<act>Leave this to <DogName/>.</act>
<desc><DogName/> pees on one of the guards.</desc>
What in Andraste's name?
Heh.
Good dog!
Ugh.
I got to go change.
This is disgusting.
All right.
Wait over there, I'll get the Captain to let you through.
You have little faith in your own city, brand.
Excuse me, warden but this isn't dust town.
The tavern is open and the market is busy.
Orzammar has suffered worse.
The ancestors will see us through.
Blame yourself for that.
The deaths in your house brought us here.
And still the tavern is open and the market is busy.
See, that's why I don't want you surfacers seeing our worst.
You'll think that's all we are.
The market is thin but busy, and the tavern never closes.
Bad blood is usually kept to the Proving.
Should toss Bhelen and Harrowmont in there, sort this all out in a hurry.
Personal battles for honor and ancestor.
I don't expect a surfacer to understand.
Well enough, as I've said.
Spend your coin if you want friends.
Stand in the Proving if you have enemies.
Harrowmont and Bhelen are the ones I need.
I'm not sure... he looks bad, though.  Maybe your kennel master will know?
Do I look as though I would know?
Get your hound master to see to him.
I know nothing of... beasts.
You are Fereldan, don't all you people keep dogs?
Oh, poor thing... he needs a healer!
Oh my...
I think he's sick.
This fort has a healer, doesn't it?
Beats me.
Maybe you should check him out?
I'm not poking and prodding no mabari to see what's wrong with him.
I like not bleeding.
Oh dear.
If he dies, I still expect to be paid for this delivery.
<desc>He whimpers pitifully.</desc>
All right, all right.
Take him into the side room there.
I'll go get the Captain to let you through.
Just... hang in there, okay?
And from the looks on your faces, I'd say he was right.
We are... performing.
You've got to be joking.
You can perform somewhere else.
We don't need any freaks around here.
It looks like a couple of freaks are wasting my time.
Perhaps you could speak to your supervisor, then?
<act>Let Oghren talk.</act>
<act>Let Leliana talk</act>
<act>Let Morrigan talk.</act>
Pouch of Gems
This small pouch contains a smattering of roughly cut gems.
The gems are of decent value, as befitting a minor noble.
It ain't our problem if you're not important enough to be told everything.
Go get someone who'd know, already.
You want a mouthful of broken teeth, dwarf?
Look, this means a lot to the Ladies of Denerim.
They've been knitting for weeks. <emp>Weeks.</emp> Like old ladies possessed.
You don't want to disappoint them, do you?
We can hardly take this back.
Two dozen little old ladies are not a force to be trifled with, my friend.
"Something"?
Who's it from?
And what are you, anyway?
Captain would've mentioned if we were getting anything from <emp>giants.</emp>
Parshaara.
This is pointless.
Hunter
Is that a pure bred mabari?
We have been sent by the Chantry.
<emp>You're</emp> a priest?
You expect me to believe that?
I told you 'twas a foolish plan.
<act>Let Leliana handle this.</act>
<act>Let Zevran handle this.</act>
<act>Let Morrigan handle this.</act>
<act>Let Oghren handle this.</act>
<act>Let Wynne handle this.</act>
<act>Let Sten handle this.</act>
<act>Leave this to <DogName/></act>
<act>Let Wynne do the talking here.</act>
<act>Let Morrigan do the talking here.</act>
We are here to perform.
<act>Have Oghren Bluff him.</act>
<act>Have Sten Bluff him.</act>
Our act?
Well... the elf here juggles swords while I... er...
He-he does a traditional dwarven dance of death!
He lights his pants on fire and-and everything!
It's quite the spectacle.
You can perform in the main hall <emp>on the condition</emp> that the dwarf keeps his pants on.
That's non-negotiable.
...You are, are you?
Perform what?
<act>Have Leliana answer.</act>
<act>Have Zevran answer.</act>
<act>Have Wynne answer.</act>
<act>Have Morrigan answer.</act>
<act>Have Oghren answer.</act>
<act>Have Sten answer.</act>
I wasn't notified about this.
No one told me about any deliveries today.
A... gift?
I haven't been notified about any delivery.
Got a delivery for you.
Well, that's because it's a... oh, sod all.
Forget this.
Just jump him!
We are delivering something.
What in Andraste's name <emp>are</emp> you?
<desc>Sigh</desc> I told you this wouldn't work.
I hadn't... thought of it that way...
You do have a point there...
That's true, I guess...
What do you think I'm doing?
<act>Let Leliana try to talk her into leaving.</act>
<act>Let Zevran try to talk her into leaving.</act>
<act>Let Sten try to talk her into leaving.</act>
<act>Let Wynne try to talk her into leaving.</act>
<act>Let Morrigan try to talk her into leaving.</act>
<act>Let Oghren try to talk her into leaving.</act>
What do you want?
Well... you never know...
We might be needed at any time...
What do you want, elf?
We're just... sticking around in case we're needed.
For you?
Sure.
Well... that is... something could come up...
Ma'am?
You never know if we'll be needed...
We're just... waiting to see if we're needed for... anything...
Make it quick, dwarf.
We're just... um...
Making ourselves available in case of... emergency.
<act>Let Leliana make conversation.</act>
<act>Let Zevran talk to them.</act>
<act>Let Morrigan talk to them.</act>
<act>Let Wynne handle them.</act>
<act>Let Sten handle them.</act>
<act>Have Oghren do the talking.</act>
Do you not think you <emp>deserve</emp> time to yourself?
I'll retire when I <emp>want</emp> to retire, and no uppity little tart is going to tell me otherwise!
<act>Have Wynne calm her down.</act>
<act>Have Morrigan calm her down.</act>
<act>Have Leliana lie to her.</act>
<act>Have Leliana bribe her.</act>
<act>Have Alistair lie to her.</act>
<act>Have Alistair bribe her.</act>
<act>Have Wynne lie to her.</act>
<act>Have Wynne bribe her.</act>
<act>Have Morrigan lie to her.</act>
<act>Have Morrigan bribe her.</act>
<act>Have Oghren lie to her.</act>
<act>Have Oghren bribe her.</act>
Sod it all, the exile?
Never thought I'd see your face in the commons.
Never thought I'd be glad to, either, but this can only help Bhelen.
Whether he forgives you or you scare people, it's another crack in the old way.
A brand in the commons, and outfitted like a topsider no less.
Good.
Let people see casteless have a purpose.
Topsiders?
Good.
Get some outside gold in here, calm people down.
Make them think we should open the gates for good.
The more cracks in the old way, the better.
That's what Bhelen stands for.
Not your business, but I see where the gold is.
He's the traditional pick, yet he wants a new way, whether some like it or not.
Just as many say Harrowmont.
Neither are Paragons, and the scales being equal, I go with the promise of more trade.
He has the legitimate claim, thanks to your failed grab.
You abused the old ways, and now he has a chance to change them.
I see where the gold is.
It flows topside.
Bhelen will guide us to adopt a new way.
Of course, he can't come out and say that.
You among them, I suppose.
As though you or Harrowmont would have nothing to gain.
How would I know?
Nobody here is a Paragon.
The scales being equal, I go with the promise of more trade.
Can't find ore without splitting some stone.
My investments are solid.
I'll be fine.
The Assembly has done us a favor.
They've shown just how loose the sand is under our feet.
It opens people to change.
Orzammar will decide what we can or can't be.
Blight may be imminent on the surface, but our warriors are well seasoned against darkspawn.
Your allegiance to this Bhelen is clear.
Why?
Some say Bhelen killed his father.
You're very eager to support my brother.
Some say Bhelen killed our father.
You approve of this chaos?
A Blight is coming.
Orzammar can't be divided.
There will be topsiders left for trade.
There's no end to them.
There will be topsiders left for trade.
There's no end to you.
Redcliffe Soldier
Elven Scout
No... you don't have to say anything.
I... know something terrible happened.
I don't know what exactly but I am going to--I have to--find out.
Please... we came here to get <emp>away</emp> from the fighting!
I hear you drove off those bandits.
I hope they don't come back.
I heard those bandits are back again.
Why don't the templars kill them?
Where can we go?
This is no better than what we left.
I can't believe that qunari creature isn't dead, yet.
How terrible for Queen Anora that her young king is dead.
And she not even with child.
Word travels quickly of your deeds, and we are not in so remote a place that it did not reach us here.
Oh, that's the... creature they locked up in the cage, isn't it?
The one that killed those families?
I hear those bandits are back again.
Why don't the templars kill them?
What happened to the king is so terrible.
Is anywhere safe now?
The Blight has truly come, and the king is dead.
We're all going to die.
We were lucky.
We had the coin to pay the "toll" to those bandits.
Many didn't.
I brought my family to Lothering because I thought it would be safe.
I wonder if that creature they locked up on the highway is involved with this.
Is it a darkspawn?
Why did Teyrn Loghain take his army north?
Aren't the darkspawn south of us?
Will Teyrn Loghain really be the new king?
Who else could it be?
We keep hearing they are just a day or two away...
Don't let the calm fool you.
The darkspawn are down there.
Aren't they, Commander?
It'll be our business when we drag your corpse out.
The darkspawn have pulled back, but they are down there.
Fleshy Sack
The Blight is foremost on all our minds.
<desc>This elaborate artifact has a gem-like structure that contains what appears to be blood.
The blood is dark and still now, the gem cold to the touch.</desc>
<desc>The Presence becomes desperate and begs for release anyhow.
Will you not take pity on its torment?</desc>
<desc>The Presence wails in despair, but can do nothing.</desc>
Not yet.
Maybe later.
You humans and your Chantry.
Hmph.
We call it the Beyond... but I know of no connection.
They're not feared by dwarves.
I am!
Wade owns the emporium but without expert assistance... and well, prodding...
Let's just say the emporium has improved substantially with our... partnership.
But I do miss the good old days.
I could really take my time to make quality.
Oh, by all means you can return to them.
And to the gruel you used to fancy.
No, no.
Sorry, Herren.
Who's in charge here?
Sarcophagus
Thank you for your assistance.
If all were made tranquil, this would not have happened.
Dead Dwarf
Portcullis
Show them no mercy!
For House Aeducan!
Our enemies will fall!
For the king!
Ancestors guide me!
We will teach you fear!
Run while you can!
I can't go on!
I'm getting tired!
I don't have the strength!
Help!
I need healing!
I'm badly wounded!
I'm hurt!
I'm no good to you like this!
I don't feel too well.
That was a close one.
Bandages anyone?
I've been poisoned!
This one's down!
Who's next!
You'll pay for that!
We've won!
House Aeducan will never fall!
Luck is with us!
The ancestors are watching!
This isn't doing anything!
This is having no effect!
I need a better weapon!
Be careful.
Watch your step.
This might be a trap.
Come look at this.
Move aside, please?
I'm on it.
Going.
I'll be quiet.
Not a sound.
I'll stick to the shadows.
I don't think I can do that.
Just as you asked.
Job is complete.
Just tell me what to do!
Your orders?
I'm here!
I'm ready!
I live to serve.
How can I help?
What is my task?
What would you have me do?
Waiting for instruction.
Oh, clumsy me.
I need a proper weapon!
Tell Kylon I owe him one.
That scamp Kylon sent you, right?
Glad he hasn't forgotten about us.
The mercenaries are right there.
If you're here about other things, just speak up.
This one is mine!
You'll never win!
Ha, this is barely a challenge!
My grandmother dodges better than that!
Come here!
You are no match for us!
Be careful.
I sense danger.
We're going to be attacked!
We're surrounded!
"As there is but one world, one life, one death, there is but one god, and He is our Maker.
They are sinners, who have given their love to false gods."
Cocoon
What, no mention of dessert?
Surely this is a miracle.
"Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him.  Foul and corrupt are they who have taken His gift and turned it against His children."
"They shall be named Maleficar, accursed ones, they shall find no rest in this world or beyond."
I was getting to that part!
"All men are the work of our Makers hands, from the lowest slaves to the highest kings.
Those who bring ham without provocation to the least of His children are breaded and accursed by the Maker."
"Those who bring <emp>ham</emp>"?
And the Maker does not bread sinners!
Would you stop correcting me?
I know the Chant like the back of my hand!
Get them all!
We can't let this stop us!
The Dalish will prevail!
I'll follow your lead!
We have to get past these things!
You won't know what hit you!
It's over for you!
I'm not going down easily!
You're in trouble now!
I am weary...
This is so tiring.
I'm bleeding heavily.
Heal me please!
I need your help!
If only the keeper were here to heal my wounds.
We did well!
This is great!
I need a weapon!
Help me out here!
Chest
Yes, I made a promise and I intend to keep it.
The tombstone of a Tevinter general.
<emp>Find the mage's treasure</emp>
You came across a tombstone in the forest and its inscription seemed to indicate that there are three Tevinter generals buried in the forest who have been set to guard some powerful items.
The Mage's Treasure
Devouring Skeleton
Fanged Skeleton
Pile of Scrolls
This appears to be various first-hand accounts of a time that predates the Dalish clans, an event known as "the Long Walk."
Ghilan'nain
This carved wooden head represents June, the elven god of craftsmanship.
Sylaise
This statue represents Sylaise, the elven goddess of hearth and home.
The Dalish pray for her to spare the sick and to watch after their innocents.
Andruil
This statue represents Andruil, the elven goddess of the hunt.
To the Dalish she represents their very survival and is often called the "Lady of Fortune."
This carved head represents Elgar'nan, the elven god of vengeance.
Legionnaire Shrine
Gates of Bownammar
You have recovered all of the items hidden by the Tevinter mage.
White Falcon Veteran
"Beggar"
House Soldier
Sick Elf
<emp>Find the mage's treasure</emp>
You have recovered one of the items hidden in the forest by the Tevinter mage.
The others are still out there.
You know, something about being inside a fortress full of people who want to kill me makes me very nervous.
Crazy, that.
Must you keep poking me?
You know, you never feel so alive as when you're breaking and entering.
This is it?
I thought it was supposed to be a fort.
Single-handedly laying siege to the most heavily defended fortress in Ferelden...
I'm having fun already!
<desc>Happy bark!</desc>
I don't like this one bit.
Sneaking isn't as easy as it looks.
Skeleton Archer
Revenant
I understand you've acquired all the allies you could?
That's good... we can call the Landsmeet, if you are ready.
We are still not yet ready to call the Landsmeet, Grey Warden.
Pursue your treaties and return with new allies, if you are at all able to.
It will take some time to recall my forces and organize our allies.
I would prefer to wait until that is done before calling the Landsmeet.
In the meantime, I suggest you pursue the remainder of the Grey Warden treaties.
We will need all the allies we can get if we are to defeat the darkspawn horde.
How long are we going to wait?
As long as the master wants.
We get paid, either way.
The tart's not going to show.
The whore is not our problem.
Right, right.
I was--
Get back to your position.
The street toughs won't do anything with us here.
That wasn't a request.
<desc>Grumbles</desc>
Nob-kneed, lickspittles!
<desc>Spits</desc>
Why that little pile of offal!
Too slow!
<desc>Huffs</desc> There's no way.
The brat is too fast.
Skeleton Mage
Restless Guard
You are very pretty, if I might say so.
The inscription is faded.
Shambling Corpse
<desc>No one answers your call.</desc>
Sorry, the alley's occupied.
I... uhh... of course.
Glad to see you again... uhh...
You know her?
You know him?
I... uhh...
No, no I don't.
Whoever you are, back off.
Now.
Let her in!
Let him in!
Go on, then.
But I'm watching you.
Where's Eloise?
Give us some space.
Give us--
I'm sorry, Master.
I've <emp>never</emp> seen her at the Pearl.
I'm sorry, Master.
I've <emp>never</emp> seen him at the Pearl.
<desc>You grab the key</desc> Yes, yes--
Back off, stranger.
I don't recognize you.
Hands off.
I've never seen you at the Pearl.
Give us some space!
Master, I don't trust this.
<desc>Grumbles</desc> I'll rely on your judgment, then.
If you are who you say, tell Sanga to send one of her regulars.
Quickly.
Give us some space.
I must know, what is keeping Eloise?
Excellent.
I cannot wait.
I rode three days to be here.
Is it true that she's... "untasted?"
Stop wasting my time, then.
You better have a good reason for it.
The master is busy.
You might want to stay clear of the back alleys.
They can be dangerous.
<act>Lie</act> I know Tilver from Darby's party.
You remember, right?
<act>Approach Tilver</act> Ser Kerrol.
Oh, we had a grand time.
<act>Lie</act> I'm here about a "lady."
Tell your muscle to back off.
This is private.
<act>Shake Tilver's hand</act> Good to meet you.
Sorry for the wait.
Eloise will be here soon.
Just be patient.
That's all right.
I got what I needed.
Farewell.
<act>Lie</act> It's my first day.
Do you mind?
Are you the boss, or is he?
<act>Start leaving</act> I have better things to do.
She's running late.
Making herself pretty for you.
This is going nowhere.
Goodbye.
I'd like to speak to Master Tilver.
<act>Leave</act> Sorry.
Didn't mean to intrude.
I've had my fill of fickle women.
She canceled.
You may want to head back to the country.
What is keeping her?
She's still coming, right?
I must know, what is keeping her?
<desc>You steal the key</desc> Oh, this is intolerable.
You go now and tell her that.
Immediately.
Go!
I demand that Sanga sends her <emp>at once</emp>!
<desc>You steal the key</desc> I cannot wait.
Thank you!
Thank you for the message.
I can't wait.
I'll tell Sanga about your service here.
<act>Lean close</act> She can't make it.
<act>Lean close</act> She'll be here any moment.
Just stay put.
Sanga will hear about this.
Men, we're leaving.
I had to defend myself.
He attacked first!
Ugh.
I'm going to go watch over here, boss.
Yes, yes.
The anticipation is killing me.
<desc>You steal the key</desc> Oh, I believe you.
Yes.
Yes-- Excuse me.
Well, enough of that.
Tell Sanga to hurry!
<desc>You steal the key</desc> Why... uh... yes.
Too bad you aren't a bit... younger.
<desc>You steal the key</desc> Ha, ha.
Yes.
A little space, please.
Thank you, I will let Sanga know how helpful you've been.
<desc>You steal the key</desc> The anticipation is killing me.
Wh-What?!
Go away!
Listen, I'm with you.
But stay away from Master Tilver.
She's as pure as the driven snow, mate.
<act>Lean close and whisper</act> It'll be worth the wait.
Trust me.
<act>Stroke his arm</act> A man like yourself deserves the best.
<act>Grab his shoulder</act> She'll make your world spin.
<act>Lean close and whisper</act> Untouched by any man.
Untasted?!
Just how old is she, you lech?
Husky Dwarf
Colonel
Oh.
There you are.
Come to offer congratulations, I suppose?
Maybe you intend to throw me a party to celebrate my engagement?
I get that you think so.
Loghain let all the Grey Wardens <emp>die</emp>, let his king <emp>die</emp>, all because he thought he alone could defend Ferelden against the dreaded Orlesians!
No matter what your plans are, he deserved to die.
He deserved justice!
And you made him  !
Don't be such a child.
I was hoping to talk about us.
I don't want this to ruin our friendship.
Isn't there a good side to this at all?
I'm sorry.
I really think this is for the best.
I almost didn't make it out of the mess today.
Forgot the blighted password again.
That's why I write it down every day and keep it in my pocket.
I got stuck in the second floor hallway for three hours last week.
I swear those guards are possessed by demons, or something.
Go on, now.
And stay out of trouble.
I thought I told you to scrub the kennel floor!
Get to it!
So, you think you're ready to go on your first patrol mission, do you?
That's what I like to hear!
You think this is going to be a walk in the park?
Darkspawn could attack us at any time!
One moment of inattention could kill everyone in this city!
Do you want a repeat of Ostagar?
Well, go on.
That's an order!
I thought I told you to get ready for inspection.
Don't dawdle.
Come on!
We're going to make him mad!
Ah!
You must be the new recruits we were expecting.
You're late.
Ah!
You must be the new recruit we were getting.
You're late.
The rest of your patrol is in the storage room.
Find them, and get yourselves ready for inspection.
What in Andraste's...
Intruder in the fort!
To arms!
Yes, ser!
Where are we patrolling?
What did I tell you, soldier? <emp>The only right answer is, "Yes, ser!"</emp>
Could we try <emp>not</emp> to make him mad?
Just for fun, maybe?
You there!
So you were listening after all!
Good work, soldier!
Is that some kind of joke?
Do you think you're being clever, soldier?
What are you, a court jester?
When I ask you a question, the only right answer is, "Yes, ser!"
Your area will be between here and Dragonmount Bannorn.
I expect you to remain alert for signs of darkspawn, and to report back immediately if any are sighted.
Don't make me laugh!
The lot of you are too green to be more than an appetizer for the likes of them.
No!
You come back here and you get the cavalry!
Understood?
No, ser!
You don't want us to fight them?
Oh, Maker, we're in for it now.
You runts aren't good enough for patrol yet.
You two are assigned to scrub the kennel floors.
Maybe it'll knock some sense into you.
Dismissed!
You two go back to cleaning the storage room.
And <emp>you</emp> can scrub the kennel floors.
I want to see them sparkling like the Queen's diamonds, you hear me?
How could that be the right answer?
These army types make no sense.
Shaperate
Stand up straight!
You're a soldier in the King's Army, and the King's own men don't slouch!
And you!
Stop fidgeting.
You can fidget on your own time.
Yes, ser!
Thank you, ser!
Kiss-arse.
You there, blondie.
Yes, ser?
What's the one thing a soldier can't do without?
What do I tell him?
A... uniform, ser?
Discipline, ser!
Hmph.
You're not as dumb as you look.
See to it you all act like soldiers of Ferelden out there.
Honor, ser!
Hmph.
Better than I expected.
Honor is the <emp>best</emp> thing a man can have.
See to it that you keep yours at all times.
A weapon, ser!
<desc>Sigh</desc> You really are as dumb as you look.
I expect the lot of you back here by sunup.
Now get out of here.
And Maker watch over you.
A uniform.
Discipline.
Honor.
A sword.
Paragon Bemot
Here stands Paragon Bemot, defender against the Blight.
Paragon Garal
Here stands Paragon Garal, who made peace with the Tevinter Imperium.
Paragon Ortan
Here stands Paragon Ortan, who heard the Stone's music.
Paragon Lantena
Here stands Paragon Lantena, who brought fruit and seed to Orzammar.
Paragon Hrildan
Here stands Paragon Hrildan, slayer of the mother of dragons.
Paragon Branka
Here stands Paragon Branka, who quelled the fire in the Stone.
Did you need something?
Devouring Corpse
Then sadly, it is clear what we must do.
Apprehend him, men.
I understand you must appear to act, but I can't pay.
No, it's true!
I know a fellow who met one.
Said she was so deadly, she could take out a score of men in the blink of an eye.
Oh, definitely.
Bann Darby does throw the best parties.
But, you see, this isn't an opportune time--
<desc>You grab the key</desc> We what?!
I mean, oh yes.
It was... lovely?
But you really must go.
We'll meet up later, just not now!
<desc>You grab the key</desc> You mean-- you, me?
<desc>Busts out laughing</desc>
Listen, you are mistaken, m'lord, and if you'll excuse me.
I'm very busy.
I would ask that you never speak of this again.
<desc>You grab the key</desc> That makes two of us.
But I am very... busy.
Perhaps we could catch up later?
<desc>You grab the key</desc> Thank you, Ser Kerrol.
Thank you, Ser Kerrol.
No doubt I'll see you again!
<desc>You grab the key</desc> Yes, it's very good to see... you again.
But, you see, I'm... well...
Yes.
A pleasure.
Uh...
Likewise, uhh...
You have?
Which piece?
I've been working on a commission for Bann Franderel.
<desc>You grab the key</desc> It is so rare that people take time to really admire my handiworks.
Most give them barely give them a passing glance.
As long as it is appropriate for their lofty "status." I'd really love to talk further.
But I have... an appointment.
Later, perhaps?
<desc>You grab the key</desc> Oh, he does.
A man of discerning tastes, he is.
Oh, he does.
A man of discerning tastes, he is.
But sadly, I really am... busy.
Yes, busy.
Later, perhaps?
Perhaps we can meet up later?
Thanks!
<act>Hug Tilver</act> Those stolen moments in the cloakroom.
The passion.
<act>Put arm around him</act> And did we drink!
I scarcely recall it all.
<act>Brush against him as you leave</act> I see.
I won't keep you, then.
<act>Shake his hand</act> So very good to see you again, Tilver.
Oh, don't let me keep you.
You're obviously busy.
But sadly I'm already running late.
Farewell.
It was so nice "bumping" into you.
Ha.
Must be going.
I've seen some of your work, divine!
<act>Put arm around Tilver</act> You are a true artist.
The craftsmanship!
<act>Get close to Tilver</act> Bann Franderel knows talent.
I have to go.
But nice seeing you.
Well, here I am.
I'd like to talk.
We've been ordered to get this room cleaned up.
I was told we should get ready for inspection.
No, sorry to bother you.
Let's just move on.
There isn't any us.
There's me and then there's the woman who spared Duncan's murderer.
I'm sorry, I...
I didn't mean for it to come out like that.
Neither do I, really.
But it's too late for that now, I think.
I don't know why you made Loghain a Grey Warden, but he's tainted it for me.
The man is a traitor and you gave him the greatest honor I can think of.
Really?
Frankly, It didn't seem like our friendship was all that important.
A good side?
There is no way to make that right.
No way at all.
It would have meant Duncan could rest easier.
Me, too.
You should have thought about that earlier.
Well that's too bad.
He's all I can really think about.
But why should I complain, right?
I'm the king now, and with a beautiful fiance who is going to remind me of her father every time I look at her.
I'll make the best of it, I guess.
I'm not going to roll over and let Anora rule, that's for sure.
Well.
Good luck, I suppose.
You have a lot to do, now... and so do I.
Only I never wanted any of it.
But now I have no choice, really.
I'd better go.
There's a thousand people I'm supposed to meet.
Good luck.
This is his chance to make things right.
Killing him won't bring Duncan back.
I still need your help, Alistair.
I don't want to talk about Loghain.
Broken Stone Altar
There is an indent on the surface of this altar in which something might be placed.
What're we going to do about... <emp>him</emp>, though?
Is there some problem?
So the assistant quartermaster... is a little miffed with us at present.
You're in our patrol?
I never saw you before.
Back to work.
Yes?
What is on your mind?
I'd like to talk to you about something.
I told you we should've put those potatoes in the cellar straight away.
Some things went amiss.
Mistakes were made.
The quartermaster got chewed out by Teyrn Loghain, and then <emp>he</emp> chewed out the assistant...
And now, to get back at us for landing him in trouble, the assistant quartermaster won't give us our blades.
And you can't pass inspection without a regulation sword.
Sorry to bother you.
<desc>Jarvia lies bloody and lifeless, her carta in pieces around her.</desc>
<act>Plant papers.</act>
Jarvia's Personal Effects
Let me handle him.
Can't you get the officers to sort this out?
Great.
What do we do?
I'm new.
We need to talk.
Before I forget, I need to say something.
When Arl Eamon said I was going to be king I thought, "That's it!
Your worst fears have finally been realized!"
But you didn't make me king... and Loghain still got what he deserved.
Everything worked out, thanks to you.
Barely.
But better her than me, that's what I say.
<desc>Chuckles</desc> She was already queen.
Easiest oath I ever made, let me tell you.
See?
That's what I kept saying, and here I thought nobody was listening.
I'm sure I can think of some way to repay you. <desc>chuckle</desc>
I do.
I'll remember.
Then I'll thank fate for tossing you my way.
It's a good thing, that fate.
Anyway...
I imagine there's more important things you want to discuss.
You're okay with Anora being queen?
Put a moron like you on the throne?
Perish the thought.
You owe me.
Just remember that.
No need to thank me.
He's down the hall.
In the armory.
Maker help us.
It's... ah... probably better that the officers know as little about this as possible...
I <emp>told</emp> you those potatoes were going to go off.
But he doesn't have any beef with you.
Maybe you could talk to him?
Oh Maker, they're going to give us latrine duty for this, aren't they?
He's got no beef with you.
Maybe... you could talk to him?
We've only been here two weeks, ourselves.
Hey, wait a minute...
I recognize you now.
You're that prisoner they brought in earlier!
Fine.
I'll handle him.
No way.
You're on your own.
Twisted Forest
Sylvan Encounter
And we're already in hot water.
It's not my fault the potatoes went off!
It is so!
I told you it wasn't cold enough in here!
Maker, the smell...
Shut up about the blighted smell, already.
Maker, we're real soldiers now!
We were so close.
So close to being real soldiers instead of uniformed errand boys...
Maker, I can't believe we're actually going to go on patrol!
We could fight bandits!
Or darkspawn!
I hope this works...
Quit worrying.
He's got to give in eventually.
No, he doesn't.
If that man could hate us to death, they'd be singing the Chant for both of us right now.
"So the colonel can eat off the floor if he wants to." <desc>Sigh</desc> Cursed potatoes...
We got a prison break!
Someone help!
Oh Maker, inspection...
You can't just prance in here and give us orders.
Who died and made you sergeant?
Wait just a blighted minute...
I recognize you now.
You're that prisoner they brought in earlier!
Are you going to get ready for inspection or not?
What's this?
You two blighted fools make a new friend?
We're never going to leave this fort, you know.
We'll die in here.
Old men.
Surrounded by rotten potatoes.
Andraste's sacred girdle!
He's gone!
Well, don't just stand there!
Get your blade and let's report to the colonel before he gets back!
What, you mean you didn't join the army to mind the store room?
I'm shocked.
Yes, yes, I'm sure the whole blasted fort is happy for us.
Keep moving.
Blessed Andraste...
If I have to hear my mother one more time... "You shouldn't have gone into trade like your brother!" <desc>Sigh</desc>
Would you stop going on about the potatoes already?
Maker's breath!
I've got orders to get them ready for inspection.
They didn't mean to get you in trouble.
<act>Bribe him</act> Would 15 sovereigns make you forgiving?
It might at that.
Gold won't buy me my missed promotion, now will it?
You think I want to spend the rest of my life oiling chain mail and patching worn leather?
What good's gold doing me in here?
So... strange story, tell me if you've heard this one: this fellow gets made king and then gets engaged all on the same night...
I'm actually fine with becoming king.
I've had some time to come to terms with that.
I suppose there's some good I could even do.
I'm not thrilled with the idea of being king.
I never wanted it, I told you that... yet here I am.
Not much to be done, now.
I suppose I'm more curious about... you know, the engagement.
I <emp>like</emp> the idea, but... are you sure?
Oh.
I guess that saves me having to ask, then.
Whew!
Oh.
Well... good, then.
They'll expect an heir, you know.
With the taint in our blood, it's hard enough for a Grey Warden to have a child on their own.
For two of them...?
Every Grey Warden I knew who had children had them before they took the Joining.
Having an heir... might not be possible.
Well there's a cheery thought.
Should I be glad to hear that?
Maybe I should.
Yes.
Of course you're right.
I just... have this need to shove my foot in my mouth, sometimes.
You know how it is.
That's an excellent point.
Good thing we got started when we did, hm?
I... wow, that is me blushing.
It sure is.
Huh.
Yes, well... yes.
Just... throwing that out there.
Maybe not.
You're probably right.
I suppose this is something we'll just have to deal with later.
My coronation isn't going to happen for some time yet... and we've still the darkspawn to fight.
Arl Eamon has left for Redcliffe, and he says the armies have almost finished gathering there.
We should go to Redcliffe as soon as possible.
If we don't deal with the Archdemon soon, it'll get cranky.
And nobody wants that.
I suppose I'm more curious about... you know, the engagement.
Is that what you really want?
Not really...
I just didn't think you even <emp>liked</emp> me.
We're not exactly... compatible.
Not really...
I just thought... we're friends, that's all.
It seems a bit... strange...
No, no objections.
I just... had no idea you were even...
I mean, married?
Us?
Ah.
I guess that makes sense.
Really?
You... like that idea?
Being queen?
I suppose...
Hmm.
If you say so.
Ha!
On that we're in agreement.
<desc>chuckle</desc> I guess we'll make quite the pair then, won't we?
Arl Eamon has left for Redcliffe.
He says the army has gathered there and is almost ready to march.
As soon as we're ready, we should head to Redcliffe ourselves.
The Blight awaits, right?
You're welcome?
You aren't angry, are you?
Yes, about that...
I can think of worse things than being a queen.
Am I sure I want to marry you?
Yes.
You don't think I should be?
Having <emp>your</emp> heir, maybe.
Whoa!
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Well, it won't be for lack of trying!
I think that thought deserves an awkward pause...
It's also not necessary.
Why?
Do you object to the idea?
Don't get any ideas.
This is purely an arrangement.
Yes, it's what I want.
I'll be the queen.
I would make an excellent queen.
If you're my king, then yes.
It was better than the alternatives.
No more than you, but I'll deal with it.
Well, I hate to break it to you, but they're never going to pass inspection.
You'd better go to the colonel and ask for a posting into a new patrol.
What, so that makes it better?
I should just forget they cost me a promotion because they didn't mean it?
While we're at it, why don't we just forgive the darkspawn for killing the king.
I'm sure they didn't know it would upset us.
Regulation swords, right?
Take these.
Just mind you take care of them.
That's good steel.
I've got orders from the colonel.
You want to cross him?
But if they go on patrol, they may get hurt.
Even killed.
<desc>Sigh</desc> That man's crazy as a rabid wolfhound.
No telling what he'll cook up for disobeying orders.
Clean the rafters with your tongue, or something, probably.
The colonel won't care about me.
Just that you lot show up without your gear.
Three days of traveling, to wait for hours in an alley.
Brilliant.
Hope the harlot shows up soon.
There's a few things I'd like to do myself in Denerim.
I didn't realize the back alleys had so much traffic.
Need a message delivered, ser?
You mean Master Tilver?
He's alright, I suppose.
One of his guards is a mean one.
He gave me a fright then laughed at me.
No.
But he's been waiting here for a long spell.
Don't really see many fine gents in the back alleys here.
Messages, distractions, you pay for it, I'm in!
Those blokes?
Oh, this'll be a pleasure, ser.
Have you no worry, I'll distract them good.
Need a message delivered?
None faster in Denerim.
Know anything about the silversmith over there?
Any idea why he's in town?
Would you be willing to make a distraction for me?
<act>Pay 10 silvers</act> Run past those guards over there.
Ser Nancine's Ornamental Sword
An ornate sword with a gaudy, jewel-encrusted hilt.
It was taken from Ser Nancine.
This weather is miserable. <desc>Coughs</desc>
Ahh... a peasant. <desc>Coughs</desc> How delightful.
<act>Bluff</act> Can I help you with anything, m'lady?
<act>Lie</act> Oh dear.
I know that cough.
Poor thing.
You're ill.
I'm an herbalist of some skill.
<act>Lie</act> You've got a cold?
I have some tonic that helped me.
You've kept me waiting long enough.
The service here is <emp>terrible</emp>. <desc>Coughs</desc>
How much for the tome on Orlesian heraldry?
Why, aren't you just precious.
A sword, you say?
Oh?
Perchance have you worked as a lady's maid before?
I find your manner most becoming.
Oh, my.
Yes, that would be lovely. <desc>Coughs</desc>
A gown, you say...
Why not?
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> I must admit this outfit is divine.
You have deceptively good taste.
Fine, but be snappy about it.
What?
Wait, where are you going?
Come back here!
What?
What was that?!
Your services here are no longer required.
Good day.
If I <emp>wanted</emp> your opinion, I'd ask for it.
Now about the tome?
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> You worthless cur.
You worthless cur.
Why... the standards here really are just plummeting! <desc>Coughs</desc>
You, work here?
I don't think so.
Even Wonders has some standards.
Isn't a fine blade more befitting a lady of your stature?
With emeralds in its hilt to match your eyes.
<act>Help fit her into a gown</act> Why stop there?
A matching gown, too?
<act>Leave</act> Let me fetch something, just a moment.
<act>Leave</act> Have fun.
<act>Leave</act> Thanks ever so much, you condescending...
<act>Bump into her.</act> Let me get over... oh, pardon.
<act>Lie</act> Ten sovereigns, m'lady.
But it's highway robbery.
I tire of this.
Farewell.
I've had enough of you.
Now beat it.
Get away from me.
Insert your funny here.
You intrigue me.
Explain yourself.
Honesty in this hovel?
My, aren't you a rare one.
The sword?
What of it?
It looks... plain.
So?
You aren't listening to me.
It's <emp>plain</emp>.
I didn't see that.
That looks promising.
Fine, I'm willing to try on one of these dresses of yours.
Careful now.
Last thing I want are bruises from your clumsy fingers...
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> ...I'm honestly surprised.
This dress may do.
Do you have it in purple?
What?
What are you going on about?
Th-the Midnight Pox?
I've never heard of that.
B-boils?
No, that can't be.
I'm fine; it's just a cough.
I'm fine!
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> You're... you're scaring me.
Andraste protect me.
Only commoners should die like this!
Why you!
You're... you're scaring me.
Oh, this must be your first time lying.
You're quite dreadful at it.
You should know better than to try and fool your betters.
Good day.
Does it work?
I've been stuffed up for days.
Until next shipment, our selection's poor.
Dresses, however.
It's a fake.
If you want a bargain, the sword over there...
It may look plain, but it's dwarven tempered steel.
Yes, yes, but behind it.
The dress.
<act>Grab sword while fitting her.</act> Let's remove that, and slip you in...
It's the Midnight Pox.
Quite deadly.
Stay away from me!
It starts with a cough.
But it'll be boils next.
<act>Pat her on her shoulder.</act> There, there.
Be strong.
<act>Leave</act> Enjoy your last few moments.
<act>Leave</act> Ha.
What a sap.
Do you feel short of breath?
Any trouble breathing?
At all?
You have any itches?
Perhaps under your armor?
You might as well go back to cleaning up your mess.
You'll get nothing from me.
It's true.
We could be eaten by darkspawn.
Or cut down fighting insurgents.
You've got a point there...
But more likely, they'll just go for a stroll through the countryside and come back.
Fine.
We'll agree to a trade.
You give me something that'll get rust off chain, and I'll give you the swords.
Hmph.
This might actually work.
Are you trying to kill me?
I can't use this on armor!
You're out of luck then, aren't you?
I can give you something to make cleaning that rust easier.
<act>Give him an acidic coating.</act>
<act>Give him an acid flask.</act>
Actually, I don't think I have anything that will work.
I-I do feel a little faint.
Dear Andraste, no.
Yes, y-yes, I-I feel it.
Oh dear Andraste, no.
Wh-what should I do?
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> Yes, I need air...
Help me!
I feel cold.
So cold!
Bless you, stranger, bless you!
Why you...
But I need your help!
Don't leave!
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> Y-yes, I will breathe. <desc>Breathes deeply</desc>
I feel faint.
Y-yes, I will breathe. <desc>Breathes deeply</desc>
<act>Grab sword while removing her armor.</act> Out of your armor, right now!
<act>Leave</act> Stay here, I'm going to get help!
<act>Leave</act> I can't believe you fell for that.
<act>Leave</act> I have to go now.
<act>Set her down.</act> Sit down, right now.
Breathe deeply.
Keep breathing!
Well, don't keep the colonel waiting.
Go!
Don't bother me.
I got work to do.
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> Get away, you filthy commoner.
I-I won't be scared by you!
Not too close, you filthy commoner.
Y-you don't see anything, do you?
<act>Get close to inspect her.</act> Let me look you over.
I-I won't!
<desc>She keeps breathing heavily.</desc>
Keep breathing, harder!
Your life depends on it!
Don't stop!
Password?
That's kind of fruity for a password, don't you think?
Go on through.
Oh, that's just being silly.
Did you forget, or are you just daft?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Blighted green recruits.
Nobody gets through without it.
Rabbit.
Open sesame.
Password one.
I forgot the password.
I'm sorry, my child, but I'm busy right now.
Come back later.
It's always a proud day when a soldier takes up real duties.
Andraste watch over you lot.
Good luck out there.
I'm just glad I'm not going.
Hey, hold up just a minute... didn't I see you brought in earlier?
You're that warden who killed Teyrn Howe!
Prisoner on the loose!
You are?
I've been meaning to stop by the apothecary.
I have this tickle in the back of my throat.
Hmm.
For a drably dressed commoner, you seem knowledgeable enough.
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> Is it anything serious?
I could've told you that.
How uncommonly generous.
I thought you were some sort of common thug, but you've surprised me.
Here's two sovereigns.
I see how it is--you just want a hand out.
That tickles.
Is it anything serious?
Breathe deeply for me, then breathe out.
<act>Lie</act> Oh dear, you have the Midnight Pox.
I need to listen to your lungs.
Remove the armor.
I could examine you.
You have to remove your armor, though.
<act>Feel her throat</act> Let me see there.
No swelling.
It's nothing to worry about.
Just a common cold.
Brew this tea, drink thrice daily, and you'll be fine.
For a modest fee, I can sell you some medicine.
I've got what I came for.
Goodbye.
Stay sharp out there.
I mean it.
Keep your nose clean.
And where do you think you're going?
Hmph.
Very well.
Get to the barracks and stay out of trouble.
I know the duty roster inside and out, and nobody is--
Wait...
I recognize you now.
You're the Warden they brought in!
By yourself?
Sure.
And I'm Queen Anora.
You can't just wander around the fort like an ill-mannered child!
You've got duties, get to work!
I'm off duty.
I'm going on patrol.
Um... sorry?
Good luck to you in the Landsmeet.
Is that <emp>really</emp> necessary?
I will not be insulted by someone like you.
If I must.
I've had enough of your advice.
Leave me be, peasant.
You're the expert.
Could you help me with the straps?
This may take a moment...
Bloody straps...
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> There's nothing wrong with me, right?
Enough, then.
I tire of your company.
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> I'm breathing.
I just a have a little cough.
<desc>She breathes in and out.</desc> I feel fine.
I just have a slight cough.
Enough of this; I'm hearty as a horse.
Good day.
And you're an expert in the body's humors, then?
You can never be too careful, right?
Many deadly ailments start off as a simple cough.
<act>Help take off her armor.</act> I'd be happy to.
Perhaps this isn't the best of ideas.
<act>Take off her sword.</act> At least let me examine what I can, then.
<act>Take off her sword.</act> Let me just set that down.
Breathe in.
I think so, too.
If you have extra, I'll take it, though.
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> And you're just going to give it to me for free?
I'm not some common simpleton.
Good day.
And you're just going to give it to me for free?
Seemed to.
But I think herbalists are just swindlers.
<act>Give her a sleeping draught.</act> Here you go.
<act>Give her a deadly poison.</act> Soon you won't be coughing at all.
It cleared me right up.
I still have one draught left.
<act>Approach her.</act> Worked for me.
Mmm.
It-it tastes... tangy.
<desc>You steal her sword.</desc> Not bad though...
Ugh, what's <emp>in</emp> that?
<desc>Coughs violently</desc> Pain...!
It was your offer, not mine.
Hmph.
And you're just going to give that to me for free?
Hardly.
You have a point.
Very well, give me this remedy of yours.
Pig's swill.
I'm not going to fall for your schemes.
Good day, you simpleton.
Well, then, I'll pay you five.
Give it to me.
Is it so wrong to want to gain the favor of a lady like you?
I just thought it could help.
I didn't say free.
The bottle cost me 10 silvers.
Are you ready to get back to me yet?
Your manager's going to hear of this.
Hmph!
<act>Leave</act> I have to leave.
It just isn't fair!
I don't deserve this!
You don't look like much of an herbalist. <desc>Sniffs</desc>
Forest Stream
Assassin Leader
Assassin Archer
So it's done.
My father is dead.
I never thought he would go so far.
I never thought it would end like it did.
Such a waste.
I was trying to keep my father from making an even greater mistake.
I failed, and I apologize... but I had to try.
Yes, I know.
He was also a hero, and a patriot and sometimes even a good man.
People are never so easy to categorize.
It could have been.
But what is done is done.
My father had no illusions about the consequences of his actions, and neither do I.
There is no point.
He accepted his fate, and so do I.
That is true.
So it's done.
My father lives, and for good or ill he is now a Grey Warden.
Thank you for... giving him the opportunity to undergo the ritual.
It couldn't have been easy.
As he always has.
I'm simply glad that it didn't result in a sad end for a great man.
He does indeed.
I don't, to tell the truth.
I am simply glad that he didn't end there, in disgrace.
Thank the Maker for small mercies.
I was trying to protect my father.
Is that so wrong?
I wanted a solution that worked for you as well as I, and I think we have it.
You kept your end of the deal.
I will keep mine.
The engagement will be announced at my coronation... provided you are still interested.
It gets you near the throne.
I am the queen, and you are my consort... remember that and we will have no issue.
Things could change in the near future.
This Blight is not yet over, after all.
Not at all.
I simply wish to ensure your ambitions haven't... changed.
<desc>chuckle</desc> Short of throwing yourself into the Archdemon's jaws?
Probably not.
My future husband is upstairs, no doubt glaring out the window and pouting.
He is... so much like Cailan it's disturbing.
Maybe.
He certainly seems more determined than I recall.
Your doing, I imagine.
That's charitable of you.
I suppose he's earnest enough, in his way.
The darkspawn run rampant over half of Ferelden.
We are all about to have a very "bad day".
And neither do I.
We have more important matters to consider.
If you like.
I suspect he's not apt to be very receptive in that mood.
Arl Eamon has left for Redcliffe, and tells me that our armies have almost fully gathered there.
I will be heading there, myself.
Bring your companions and join us at Redcliffe Castle as soon as you are able.
You have united Ferelden, Warden... now we face the Blight.
Thanks for betraying me, by the way.
It was justice.
Loghain was a criminal.
I'm sorry.
I wish it could have been otherwise.
You're not thinking of avenging him, I hope?
There's a lot to be done, still.
He did what he thought was right.
He has a lot to redeem himself for.
Don't expect him to live much longer.
Your betrayal made it far less easy, by the way.
Let's just get on with it.
If it gets me on the throne, I'm interested.
Why not announce it now?
Trying to get out of it already?
Could I get out of it if I wasn't?
I think he will make a good king.
Don't be so hard on him.
He's had a bad day.
I don't really care how upset he is.
I should talk to him.
You shouldn't have stuck your nose in here, shem!
You should've stayed in the Market, dwarf!
A nosy one, aren't you?
We'll fix that.
Witch
Qunari Mercenary
Plot
Leliana Assasins
You...?
Why, yes.
Yes.
Come on in.
Seneschal, stand back.
Men--kill the Warden!
Didn't... you...
Hmm.
Well, I don't see the harm in letting you... grab one of the back tables.
Come on in.
Seneschal, stay back.
It's the Warden!
Come back soon.
No bother.
Hmmm.
If you want the table, it's still free.
Walk right in.
The seneschal's waiting for you.
Kill the Warden, now!
<act>Lie</act> I have an urgent message for the seneschal.
<act>Follow the guard</act> Take me to the seneschal.
Can I sit at one of the back tables?
It's too loud in here.
<act>Enter the room</act> Thank you.
<act>Leave</act> I'll be right back.
I'll take none... of...
Sweet Andraste.
Th-Thank you.
Men, run!
Run for your lives!
Y-Yes.
Men, it's the Warden.
I say, what's the meaning of this?
A robbery?
But you...
You're the Warden.
Guards, come back!
Come...
I... uh... here.
Please, spare me!
Watch your tongue.
Any more lip from you and we'll...
What are you doing skulking about?
Get out!
Stand aside or be thrown aside.
You know who I am, right?
Five guards can't stop me.
Run.
Leave now, or I'll kill you where you stand.
<act>Attack</act> Didn't I say stand aside?
Too late.
Let me through.
As crass as it sounds, this is a robbery.
Hand over the crown, and I'll let you live.
<act>Attack the seneschal</act> You will pay for your master's sins.
<act>Attack</act> Now that we're alone...
It's the Warden.
Men, kill him!
Quickly!
<act>Attack</act> Loghain doesn't frighten me.
There's a key with this note: "Bring eight males and six females for the next shipment."
Waitress
Surely we can discuss things once we are away from here, no?
Busy day, today.
How can I help you, m'lady?
How can I help you, love?
Grab all the waitresses.
Loghain's men need to be pampered!
<act>Lie</act> The guards want a round of drinks.
Not now. 'Tis not the time for idle chatter.
Let's get you out of here, first.
Then you can talk my ear off, for all I care.
Talk after we get out of here.
Now is not the time to talk, Warden.
We must find a way out of this place.
All the news is troubling these days.
When will the war end?
My cousin was sent to Ostagar before the battle.
I hope he's all right.
Hey...
You--
What--
So are you going to join me in a drink or not?
You.
Just be quick about it.
Just cleaning tables, m'lord.
I have a message for the seneschal.
Your shoe is untied.
We tried out best.
Those guards may as well be made of stone.
I'm too busy to deal with you right now.
We'll keep them happy, don't you worry.
And why should I do that?
Who are you?
Are you now?
And how come I haven't seen you?
I'll do what I can.
Ladies, we've a job to do.
Good morrow to you, love.
We're here to make sure your needs--
No one comes in here, m'lady.
Not you, not anyone.
Now go.
How rude.
Good morrow to you, love.
We're here to make sure your needs are being met.
No one...
Is supposed...
We've brought drinks.
Well, perhaps one.
Those guards look on edge... but "dangerous"?
Hardly.
I don't know what you're up to, but I'll have no part of it.
Hmph.
Got it.
One round of drinks.
What type?
They just came in, didn't they.
An anxious lot.
Those guards look fierce, if you ask me.
<act>Lie</act> The owner sent me.
Go over there and keep them "happy."
<act>Pay 3 gold</act> Does it matter?
Just keep them occupied.
They look dangerous to me.
We need keep them mollified.
<act>Pour sleeping poison in some cups</act> These drinks will do.
<act>Pay 5 sovereigns</act> The most potent liquor you've got.
What do you know of the men in back?
I don't need anything.
Goodbye.
Maybe we should speak after we get out of here?
Just a thought.
We must hurry.
We must be cautious here.
My lady's life depends upon it.
Are they serious?
We're not some cheap, dockside tavern, you know?
If they want the strong stuff the barkeep keeps some dwarven spirits down below.
I'll deliver it straight away.
Let me know if you need anything else.
Actually, never mind.
Certainly.
I'll deliver it straight away.
Whatever you have on tap.
I'll get it to them straight away.
What... in Maker's creation was in that?
My throat's on fire!
Will someone make the room stop spinning?
Teyrn Loghain's Crown
The crown that belonged to Teyrn Loghain.
<act>Give her back the disguise.</act> I'm through sneaking.
But I'm a waitress, not some guttersnipe whore.
Are you ready for me yet?
There are other things I'd like to try.
Don't take too long.
<emp>Escape from Fort Drakon</emp>
Somehow, you managed to convince the colonel that you were a soldier slated to go out on patrol.
With any luck, you should be able to walk out the front door.
<emp>Pass the inspection</emp>
It seems the colonel has decided that you are one of the guards assigned to patrol detail.
You rounded up the other guards and obtained the equipment you needed.
It's time to present yourself to the colonel and hope you pass the inspection.
<emp>Round up the guards in the storage room</emp>
It seems the colonel has decided that you are one of the guards assigned to patrol detail.
He wants you to round up the other guard, who are in the storage room.
Maybe if you play along you can get out of here.
<emp>Pass the inspection</emp>
It seems the colonel has decided that you are one of the guards assigned to patrol detail.
You rounded up the other guards, now you just need to prepare for inspection.
Is no place safe any more?
I thought we were done for, for certain.
I wanna go home!
Show them the might of Orzammar!
We have them!
Die, fiend!
You'll get no mercy from me!
<emp>Escape from Fort Drakon</emp>
You obtained a list of the passwords used in the fort.
It looks like today's password is "rabbit".
It may help you pass some of the guards.
Oh, this is awful!
Flemeth's Key
The key to Flemeth's hut and chest.
The dark shimmer around the cold metal seems to absorb light.
Tattered Note
This is a blood-stained note.
The only words that are legible read, "Why, oh why, didn't we just take the flying eagles?"
Stop skulking around.
Now back off.
Master Tilver is busy.
Sorry.
These jars of colored inks are used as part of the Dalish ritual known as "vallaslin" or "blood writing." Every adult Dalish elf receives facial tattoos as part of their dedication to the elven gods.
Guard Helmet
A regulation Fereldan Army helmet.
Guard Boots
These were made by the Smith Crafthall of Denerim for the Fereldan Army.
Guard Gloves
Steel gauntlets made for the soldiers of the Fereldan Army.
<desc>There are some guard uniforms here.</desc>
<act>Put on the uniforms.</act>
<act>Put the uniforms back..</act>
<emp>Escape from Fort Drakon</emp>
There's no way you can pass the inspection now.
You'll need to find another way out of Fort Drakon.
List of Passwords
It seems today's password is Rabbit.
<desc>There is a guard uniform here.</desc>
<act>Put on the uniform.</act>
<act>Put the uniform back.</act>
<act>Leave.</act>
Ballista
<emp>Find the key to Bownammar</emp>
Hespith told you about a door in the old fortress of Bownammar that leads down into the darkspawn lairs.
The door is locked but you can find the key in the Legion of the Dead's shrine.
<emp>Head to Bownammar with the key</emp>
You found the key Hespith spoke about in the Legion of the Dead's shrine.
This key will open the door in Bownammar that leads to the darkspawn tunnels.
Get him!
Those guards better get back soon!
<emp>Attend the feast</emp>
You have honored the Proving fighters with your presence.
Now it is time to attend the feast your father has planned for you.
The feast is going be held in the great hall of the royal estate.
Wynne
I don't know, Mistress Jarvia didn't say anything about you talking to her.
Okay.
I'll go get her.
Don't try and escape while I'm gone!
No.
Jarvia said not to let you out of my sight!
You stay in your cell and be quiet.
I need to speak with Jarvia.
Will you get her for me?
I have important information for her.
Never mind.
I'll be quiet now.
Ruffian
Anora's room
You found ironbark for Varathorn, but demanded too much of him in return.
Your greed angered him and he refused to craft anything for you.
I serve the regent.
No, it didn't.
We could've tried harder to save them.
We failed but at least... at least this is over now.
<emp>Kill the next two marks</emp>
You picked up two more assassination contracts from Master Ignacio.
Vaughan's Room
Go on now, and stay out of trouble.
If there were more of us, I would agree.
But as it is, I don't think we can deprive all the armies you've gathered of a commander.
You're going alone?
Shouldn't I go with you?
Blast!
The werewolves have blocked it off, somehow!
We'll need to find a way around!
It looks like they've blocked off their exit.
We'll need to find another way to follow them.
'Tis blocked from behind.
We shall need to find another way to follow.
Bah!
Nug breath and water knees!
Blasted dog-men have blocked the door!
It seems the creatures have shut us out.
We will need to find another way.
They have... closed the door off from the other side.
We cannot follow this way, it seems.
Bah!
The door is sealed from the other side.
Hopefully there's another route down there, yes?
That's the stuff.
Hmmm...
Do I know you?
We should hurry back to the palace.
I didn't know the Gnawed Noble was <emp>that</emp> kind of bar. <desc>Laughs</desc>
I suppose there's no harm in looking, right?
I feel like...
I've been hit in the head.
Nobody goes in the room.
By authority of Teyrn Loghain.
<desc>You steal the crown from the unconscious seneschal.</desc>
Loghain Soldier
Refugee
Ser Friden
Sign Post
Diamond Quarter right, Proving Grounds straight ahead.
<emp>Make sure the girl you rescued is safe</emp>
You found a girl hiding in Castle Redcliffe.
She said her name was Valena and then ran back to the village.
Perhaps you should go look for her and make sure that she made it back safely.
<emp>Tell Owen of Valena's fate</emp>
The demon troubling the castle was defeated, but you were unable to locate Valena.
She probably perished in the castle, along with other servants, while the demon still had control.
Owen should be told of her fate.
You were unable to find Valena in the castle, and she is most likely dead.
You told Owen that you were unable to find her and as expected, he did not take it well.
You saved many lives here today.
Thank you.
Escort
Everyone remain calm.
We will help as many as we can today, so long as we can do this in an orderly fashion.
So go home!
The best thing you can do for your children is not trust these charlatans!
<emp>Bring Witherfang's heart to Zathrian</emp>
You killed Witherfang and cut its heart from its chest.
You need to give the heart to Zathrian so he can perform the ritual that will save the Dalish elves.
Oh, you're "helping" us, are you, shem?
Like Valendrian and my uncle Cyrion, you helped them, didn't you?
Helped them never to be seen again!
<desc>Sigh</desc> We've explained this to you before, girl.
More whining will not persuade us to let you into the quarantine to carry plague back out to the Alienage.
Quit trying to get us all killed, Shianni!
Some of us have still got things to live for.
If this spell of theirs works, why are half the people they quarantine perfectly healthy?
Shianni?
Is that really you?
There's a plague here?
I heard there was trouble, can I help?
You must not be from around here.
Wait...
Soris told me about you.
You're the one who freed him from the dungeons.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I'm so glad those liars are gone.
Maybe things will go back to normal again.
The healers have left, what's happened?
Did you find Valendrian or your father?
No!
Oh Maker...
Thank the Maker!
That means a great deal to us.
But... what about everyone else?
Weren't they in there?
The Tevinters packed up all of a sudden.
What happened?
Did you find Valendrian?
<desc>Sigh</desc> I guess we may never know, then.
Well, thank you for driving those men off anyhow.
I'm grateful.
He's... he's the elder.
The person who guides us.
Maybe that doesn't mean anything to you, but it's important to us.
Those mages say they're from a Circle, just from another land.
I have no idea if they're telling the truth, or if anyone cares!
From the Blight.
That's what they say, anyway.
People started getting it after the refugees showed up from Ostagar, so I guess that makes sense.
I was too late.
They died of plague.
The Tevinters won't be coming back.
I was too late.
He died of plague.
I got rid of the Tevinters for good.
I'm still looking.
Slow down and just tell me what's happening here.
What's a hahren?
If there's a plague, why are people out in the street?
There's magic being used?
Does the Chantry know?
Are you sticking around for a while?
You're staying for dinner, aren't you?
You'd better.
I'll weasel a bottle of wine from Alarith and we can catch up.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Who needs an excuse?
I know, I know.
You still have work to do.
Blight to end and all that.
But when this is all over, we <emp>are</emp> going to get <emp>very</emp> drunk to celebrate.
Promise?
Ah ha!
I heard the word "promise" in there.
I'm taking that as a yes.
Take care of yourself, Cousin.
I'll hold you to that, Cousin.
Soon.
After I take care of the Blight.
How did I know you'd make this an excuse to get drunk?
I promise.
I can't make any promises.
Get two bottles.
We have a lot of catching up to do.
<emp>Speak with Riordan</emp>
You have secured the city gates by killing the darkspawn that had amassed there.
You should speak to Riordan to see what your next move should be.
Grey Warden Documents
Papers bearing a Grey Warden seal.
The text is gibberish, probably encrypted.
Chest of Documents
Some of us are curious, Loghain, about precisely what happened at Ostagar.
What's this?
There is no slavery in Ferelden.
Explain yourself.
Do continue.
The Landsmeet hungers to hear the tactical analysis of Ostagar from a spoiled child.
Indeed, do we not owe it to Maric to see his son on the throne?
This Alistair could be the son of the stable master for all we know.
I can vouch for the reality of the threat, if anyone cares to doubt it.
Please go on.
The Landsmeet longs to hear a proper tactical analysis of Ostagar from an elf.
Do tell, dwarf.
The whole Landsmeet has been quite frantic to hear a tactical analysis of Ostagar delivered by a clown.
Please continue.
The Landsmeet hungers to hear the tactical analysis of Ostagar from a peasant.
Do we truly have to listen to these childish accusations?
What?
Sold elves?
Explain this.
Must we listen to these baseless accusations?
Some of us would like to discuss the matters at hand.
There are enough refugees in my bannorn now to make that abundantly clear.
We've been treated to many stories of darkspawn in the past few weeks, but we still have no evidence this is a true Blight.
How can you think the Blight isn't a real threat to us?
If you want justice, then put Maric's son on the throne.
Was sending an apostate to poison Eamon your duty as well?
Did you let Howe torture citizens for the good of Ferelden?
Do you regret having a blood mage poison Arl Eamon?
As much as you regret selling elves to Tevinter?
Letting Howe torture innocents is an odd way to show grief.
Selling elves?
Explain this, Loghain.
South Reach stands with the Grey Wardens.
The Western Hills throw their lot in with the Wardens.
Maker help us.
Western Hills is with you, Loghain!
Maker help us.
I stand by Loghain!
We've no hope of victory otherwise.
Howe took my only son!
The things done to him... some are beyond any healer's skill.
Howe was a grown man responsible for his own actions.
He will answer to the Maker for his crimes, as must we all.
Why did you try to steal the throne from your own daughter?
Son, is it really you?
My little girl...
I didn't think I'd see you again.
We'd better get ready for trouble.
Everyone from here on will know we aren't supposed to be here.
Best prepare for battle.
No one will believe we belong here.
I don't think we'll be able to talk our way past anyone back here.
And this is where we dispense with charm and subterfuge.
These guards will know we have no business here.
We had better be ready to fight.
There's no such thing as legitimate visitors past this point.
Be ready.
These soldiers will not stop to listen to stories.
Gone.
They took him to the ships a couple days ago.
He's probably halfway to Tevinter by now.
You did so much good, we can't dwell on the ones you couldn't save.
Regulation Sword
This sword conforms to all applicable regulations.
Who do you think will come?
I wish I could see that.
One person assaulting Fort Drakon all alone...
Alistair will come for me.
I'm sure that Leliana will come for us.
I'm sure that Morrigan will come for us.
I'm sure that Oghren will come for us.
I'm sure that Sten will come for us.
I'm sure that Wynne will come for us.
Just one person?
Assaulting Fort Drakon?
Good luck with that.
Sure.
I'll just hold my breath, shall I?
Oh?
Which one?
Really?
Just one of them?
Well, Leliana will probably come too.
Well, Oghren will probably come too.
Well, Wynne will probably come too.
I'm sure that  Zevran will come for us.
My friends are coming for me. <act>Wait for rescue.</act>
Well, Alistair will probably come too.
Well, <DogName/> will probably come too.
Well, Morrigan will probably come too.
Well, Sten will probably come too.
Well, Zevran will probably come too.
Well, either Wynne or Zevran will probably come.
Zevran.
I'm sure of it.
Wynne.
I'm sure of it.
Leliana will come for me.
Morrigan will come for me.
Oghren will come for me.
Sten will come for me.
Wynne will come for me.
I'm sure that Wynne or Zevran will come for me.
Zevran will come for me.
Fen'Harel
This is a statue dedicated to the elven wolf-god, Fen'Harel.
The Dread Wolf is a trickster and traitor and has been set away from the camp deliberately.
This broken, moss-covered statue once represented Ghilan'nain, the elven goddess of guides and navigation.
To the Dalish she is known as the "Mother of the Halla."
Eldest of the Sun
This carved head represents Elgar'nan, the elven god of vengeance and the head of the Dalish pantheon.
He is thought of as the patron of the Dalish and the god that will one day see them restored to their rightful glory.
God of the Craft
This carved wooden head represents June, the elven god of craftsmanship.
All the ancient skills of the Dalish are said to have originated from him long ago.
Armor Merchant
Silk Merchant
Sloth
Add Litany of Adralla to inventory.
You killed Master Ignacio.
He's given out his last assassination contract.
Pile of Books
I was just thinking about what happened to the elves and I... am reminded of a song sung to me, many years ago.
It was... when my mother died, and this wise elven woman comforted me and told me that we shouldn't fear death, or hate it.
Death is just another beginning.
One day we must all shed our earthly bodies to allow our spirits to fly free.
That <emp>is</emp> comforting.
I, for one, am in no hurry to let my spirit fly free.
It's a beautiful sentiment, I think--one that brings peace and hope to the grieving.
And that is something to take joy in, no?
Then perhaps you know this song...?
And thus you embark upon another journey.
Death is just the gateway.
The Chantry says we return to the Maker.
Hahren Paivel used to say much the same thing.
We believe that we return to the Stone and become ancestors.
Aeducan Thaig Map
A map, given to you by Lady Dace, depicting the route Lord Dace was taking in his exploration toward the Aeducan Thaig.
Howe Crossbowman
For all our sakes, I hope you know what you're doing.
After you.
I wouldn't be much use to you in my current condition.
And, if you'll pardon me, I've a sudden desire to breathe some free air.
Ah!
I wondered what Howe did with them.
Yes.
These are my records.
Names of the dead I recognized at Ostagar.
What was left of Duncan's recruitment records.
Some encrypted copies of the Joining ritual that I retrieved from our Denerim vault.
Those, at least, ought to have stayed private.
Are these your papers?
What vault?
Then you know how to perform the Joining?
Knowing how, I fear, is not enough.
For we would need not only fresh darkspawn blood, but a single drop of the blood preserved from an archdemon.
Ferelden's supply should have been in the vault.
It was not.
I imagine Duncan had it with him at Ostagar, and Maker knows where it is now.
You're the youngest Cousland, aren't you?
Probably looking for coin or men to take your teyrnir back, then.
You're better off asking the darkspawn.
They hold West Hills now.
Aren't you Bryce and Eleanor Cousland's youngest?
Maker's breath!
I thought... well, it's good to see you're all right.
Poor Oswyn obviously didn't recognize you.
He described you in great detail, but never mentioned you were a Cousland.
I owe you his life.
Follow me, cutie.
I keep telling them, no one can resist the dwarf.
Excellent!
Right this way, sweetie.
Bouncer
Follow me.
Right this way.
Hmm, good choice.
Come with me.
Mind your manners here.
If you want something, talk to Sanga.
Abandoned Orphanage
Nug
Rabid Wardog
Here they are.
Aren't they beautiful?
Remember, thirty silver up front.
Here they are.
Aren't they beautiful?
Remember, forty silver up front.
Good day, Lord Aeducan.
I am proud to serve the Aeducans.
I never thought duty would taste so bitter.
I have had...so many doubts of late.
Bring the Wardens.
Loghain doesn't care about the rest.
Bring the Warden.
Loghain doesn't care about the rest.
This is a nice change from having to sleep in the woods, isn't it?
You know, I could get to like this.
The last time I came to Denerim, I stayed at an inn so filthy the bedbugs had fleas.
This is not as defensible as I would like, but it will do.
If one more servant asks if I would like a change of clothes, I will set the house on fire.
Let's not spend more time here than we must.
Yevena
Howe Guard
<desc>Belches</desc>
This is a nice estate, isn't it?
<desc>He barks happily, wagging his tail.</desc>
I haven't been here in a while.
They've changed the dining room.
What?
Maker's breath, you didn't magic them, did you?
I... pleased would hardly describe it.
Shocked.
I'm shocked.
If you had come in here and told me they'd both sprouted wings and flown to Tevinter, I would be less stunned.
This alliance can only help us.
Well done, my friend.
Of course, but I... hardly imagined that you could convince her so readily.
I am impressed.
Perhaps it's better if I don't know the details.
My hearing must be going.
I could swear you just said that Alistair and Anora agreed to marry.
I think I've persuaded Alistair and Anora to marry.
You don't sound pleased.
You did want me to get Anora on our side, didn't you?
Threats may have been involved.
Pile of Ore
Your mark is still out there.
Anything else you need?
Rioting Spirit
Elf Guard
Barrel of Ballista Bolts
Mamma never came back from Highever.
What's taking her so long?
There's nobody to play with me.
<desc>Coughs.</desc>
Mamma said she'd bring me a present from Highever.
I wonder what it'll be?
I want to go home.
I don't like this place.
Why did we come here?
Mother says we have to run before the bad men get here.
Who are you?
Can you protect us?
I'm scared.
When are we going home?
Werewolf
Amethyne
You?
You're back again?
I'd tell you to get lost, but you're the one person who might be able to defend us!
Cousin...?
Oh, am I glad to see you!
The alienage is under attack!
You heard what the lady said!
Come on!
You did it!
Flee while you can!
Hold steady!
We need to keep them out of the city!
Maker's breath!
Look at them all!
They're going to break through!
For Ferelden!
Cured Werewolf
So you decided not to abandon us this time. <desc>Sighs</desc> Thank you, Cousin.
I mean that.
You've come through for me again.
For all of us.
We will never forget this...
I'll make sure we never forget this.
Fade Pedestal
A dreamer here is stopping this from working.
When you're ready to talk strategy, come upstairs to my sitting room.
We can lay out our plans for the Landsmeet then.
Nessa's family has departed the alienage for good.
And her poor orphanage.
A sad tale, that.
Did you find anything else?
You weren't here for the riot, then?
You are most fortunate.
When the elven riot was being suppressed the orphanage was stormed.
It was... bad.
Very bad.
I remember the orphanage.
It was almost nice.
What happened?
What's the orphanage's story?
Have you found anything else?
I don't know what is happening there, but I am certain my father has his hands in it.
The worst of it's cleaned up now.
Just watch yourself if you're going in.
The Alienage is a festering sore full of parasites.
And that's on a good day.
If you're going in the Alienage, watch yourself.
There's nothing but thieves and brigands in there.
What the--Intruders!
Sense of Wrongness
Source of Evil
More Options.
The first demon killed in Orphanage.
Which plot encounter would you like to warp to?
Landsmeet Assasin Ambush Encounter
She's too good!
The darkspawn that attacked Redcliffe were relatively few in number, I'm afraid.
It was assumed the horde was marching in this direction... but that is not true.
I'm glad you decided to help.
With Anora's knowledge, we have a far better chance against Loghain.
My father is dead.
The Assembly is deadlocked.
Why chase the impossible when your people need you now.
No!
Don't hurt me!
You're a bad person!
Ah... "Rabbit," I think?
Going on your first patrol, are you?
Good luck.
So much for our plan to rule together.
If Alistair would rather not have the throne, I am more than willing to take it.
Start in the King's camp. (Includes opening cutscene)
If Riordan fails, do you think Alistair will hesitate? <emp>He</emp> will die the hero of Ferelden, Maric's son, and you will be forgotten.
You stole an acorn from the tree stump near the mad hermit who lives in the forest.
There is something special about this acorn.
Perhaps it could be of value to someone, or something.
You obtained an acorn from the mad hermit who lives in the Brecilian forest.
There is something special about this acorn.
Perhaps it could be of value to someone, or something.
I don't want to see your face here again!
Spare me, I need the Anvil to bargain with Branka.
So you want something.
Everyone does.
What now?
Do you want revenge?
Axameter
The Axe in the Stump
It's a relief to see you unharmed.
And you as well, Alistair... or should I say your Majesty?
It is a relief to see you unharmed.
And you as well, Alistair.
I need it to bargain with Branka.
I won't make golems.
Get away from me, you crazy knife-ear!
Thanks for running those thugs off.
I thought they were going to kill me.
It is unfortunate the Anvil can't be salvaged.
Help!
We're under attack!
Is this darkspawn corruption?
It looks... different.
I can help... whatever's left of you.
I am no dream.
I can help you.
Wooden Chest
A lover in the dark.
No wonder she left Oghren.
When did you last see her?
What did she do?
Tell me or stay here!
But the true abomination... is not that it occurred, but that it was allowed.
Branka... my love....
Betrayal.
What is this?
A human?
Bland and unlikely.
What is this?
An elf?
Exotic and impossible.
What is this?
Someone new?
Impossible.
Feeding time brings only kin and clan.
I am cruel to myself.
You are a dream of strangers' faces and open doors.
Corruption!
The men did that!
Their wounds festered and their minds left.
They are like dogs, marched ahead, the first to die.
Sacks
It's... it's you!
The Grey Warden!
Andraste's mercy that you got here when you did!
I thought for sure these monsters were going to get me!
They all fled to the castle this morning, before the darkspawn arrived.
Just a few hours ago, not that long after everyone was evacuated to the castle.
In the castle, I think.
The Arl ordered everyone in the village evacuated there this morning, just before the darkspawn arrived.
I thought I could make it to my home and back before they got here, but it took me too long to get down here.
What a relief you arrived!
By now, yes, they'd have reached the castle walls.
Err...
I didn't see anything that I'd call an Archdemon.
Isn't it supposed to be a big dragon?
No, nothing like that.
I'm going to get out of here before any more of those things arrive!
Thank you again!
What's happened?
Where is everyone?
When did the darkspawn get here?
Where is the Arl's army?
Are there more darkspawn at the castle?
Is the Archdemon here?
You should get to safety.
I need to get moving.
I don't rightly know.
Riordan of the Grey Wardens arrived this morning just ahead of the darkspawn.
Some did, yes, but we were able to close the gates and kill the ones in the courtyard.
I was told to watch for your arrival, Warden.
Your comrade, Riordan, arrived just ahead of the darkspawn attack.
He has urgent news for you!
They are both inside with Riordan of the Grey Wardens, who arrived this morning just ahead of the darkspawn.
He is inside with Riordan of the Grey Wardens, who arrived this morning just ahead of the darkspawn.
I was told that he has urgent news, and to send out patrols to watch for your arrival.
Then we were attacked...
There might be stragglers, but... you seem to have taken care of most of them out here.
That's... rather remarkable, really...
I should take you to the hall right away, my lady.
They'll be waiting for you there.
I should take you to the hall right away, my lord.
They'll be waiting for you there.
Follow me!
They should be waiting in the hall.
Are there any more darkspawn attacking?
Take me to him right away.
Yes.
What a pleasure to see you again.
Dead Tree
To Redcliffe Castle
Village
Does that include Hespith and the others of your house?
Redcliffe Survivor
I expect to leave a month from now, with a small army of templars and priests. 
Of course I do.
I can't think of anything more important...
I can give something back to the entire world!
<desc><DogName/> barks happily.</desc>
Can you do something about this gory mess?
Not us.
Not me.
Not Laryn.
We are not cut.
We are fed.
Friends and flesh and blood and bile and... and....
It's what I've seen.
What I will become.
I force it into verse so it is fantasy, unreal.
That's the only place I can hide, because they make me... they make me eat.
And then....
No.
No you can't.
There's nothing left.
There's body and there's hope, and both are turning....
And others.
Fresh, not those who turn.
Killed right here.
And we're fed.
Laryn first.
But I am filled.
I am....
All I could do was wish Laryn went first.
I wished it upon her so that I would be spared.
But I had to watch.
I had to see the change.
How do you endure that?
How did Branka endure?
What they are allowed to do.
What they think they must.
And Branka....
I will not speak of her!
Of what she did, of what we have become!
I will not turn!
I will not become what I have seen!
Not Laryn!
Not Branka!
End this?
I am full of them, only a step from Laryn!
I dream I am away, but real safety... that means accepting, and I will not!
Branka!
Where is she?
Are you from Branka's house?
What change?
What are they doing?
Help me and I'll take you to her.
I can end this.
Tell me what I need to know!
<emp>Save Redcliffe</emp>
You arrived in Redcliffe to find it under attack by darkspawn.
Redcliffe Castle is surrounded.
Defeat the darkspawn and save Redcliffe!
Great Bear
Awestruck Villager
You have come to the Circle of Magi seeking the help of the mages.
Unfortunately, the Circle is in a state of chaos, the templars have locked the tower, and you have been sent in to investigate.
You have escaped the Fade, but the tower is still in dire straits.
You saved the Circle and most of the mages from Uldred's clutches.
First Enchanter Irving has promised that the mages will stand with you against the Blight.
You purged the tower of all abominations and demons.
However, most of the mages are either dead, or under suspicion.
The templars will deal with them.
In the meantime, Knight-Commander Greagoir has pledged the service of the templars to you.
Black Bear
Queen Spider
Wall of Flames
Wooden Crate
I got the job done.
This just means no paper trail.
Business may be a little slow from now on.
Mage is a high risk profession apparently.
Godwin is dead.
I bet that ruins your plans.
Your days of dealing with the circle are over.
Mage is a high risk profession, apparently
You should know you're dealing with a Grey Warden.
I can't do anything for you.
That mage is dead.
You could have been pickier.
Your man is dead.
You never saw me.
That's your idea of a reward?
Forget it, then.
And what if she's dead?
What then?
New Shop Keeper
Shop Keeper
Lloyd's Tavern
Circle of Magi
Blacksmith
Corpse Pile
I don't, but my friend does.
I have a friend who knows a thing or two.
My friend here knows how to make traps.
Slums Thug
<emp>Slay Witherfang and bring his heart to Zathrian</emp>
You have entered the ruins in the heart of the forest and must explore them to find the werewolves' lair and Witherfang.
<emp>Slay Witherfang and bring his heart to Zathrian</emp>
You found a passage that leads into the werewolves' lair.
Unfortunately, it has been blocked.
Explore the ruins to find another way into the lair and to Witherfang.
Congratulations on being named commander, my lady.
Cultist Leader
Dragon Egg
Pile of Dragon Filth
Dusty Scrolls
Fallen Knight
Iron Chest
Unfortunate Adventurer
Inscribed Chest
The arl and I have a rich "history." Tell me about his men.
Book of Sermons
Lower prison
High prison
Die already!
Worthless cur!
Another falls before me!
I'm going to slit your throat!
Raaah!
Another notch in the blade.
To Market
Traveler
Goblet
Scrolls
Mug
Wine Barrel
Fur Pile
Caverns
Flemeth the Shapeshifter
Passage to Upper Level
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
Your cover is blown.
You'll need to fight your way through the rest of Howe's estate.
Weapon Stand
Power-hungry deep lords.
The only real concern they have is whose ass gets the throne.
You don't have to play dumb, Warden.
Their lackeys only come to me when they want something.
Well, if you want the secrets of a Paragon, do the work and find her.
There, now that's the abuse I'm used to.
I still don't trust you, of course.
Your boss, he's like the rest of them.
Why do you care what I want?
Nobody cares about what I want.
Your boss trying to butter me up or what?
If you want the secrets of a Paragon, do the work and find her.
It's been two years since she disappeared down the Deep Roads, and your boss never gave her a thought.
I wonder, what does he think he can get from her now?
"All the rest" of whom?
Is that who Branka is?
She's the Paragon?
Make some sense, you drunk.
Looks like Howe's got himself a visitor.
Let's show our guest some hospitality, eh?
Who goes?
<act>Equip the disguise.</act>
Anybody tries to come in here without Howe's say so, we get to do what we like with 'em.
I think we finally got a bit of entertainment here, lads!
You think you're clever, do you?
<FirstName/>.
Oh, quit kidding around, you know me.
You keep on your errands.
Until your boss really commits to looking, you're getting nothing but smoke out of old Oghren.
What if I genuinely want to help you?
This sounds personal for you.
I have a werewolf skin.
Alistair will be king, and I'll rule beside him.
I don't think that would work.
The Landsmeet barely wants to accept <emp>me.</emp> They'll never accept a queen who isn't from a noble family.
Anvil
Really?
You will?
I... yes.
Right.
She will.
What?
No, you're joking.
You have to be joking.
What do you think could possibly tempt me to marry you?
I haven't taken <emp>that</emp> many blows to the head, you know.
Good choice.
You're going to need my help.
I'm Teyrna of Highever.
It's a good political match.
We can discuss this later.
As an <emp>advisor.</emp> As a <emp>wife?</emp>
That may be true, but I think I'd like to be <emp>informed</emp> before becoming engaged.
No, I don't think we can.
This isn't something you can just decide for both of us.
I... appreciate the offer, but I refuse.
Desk
Years into the siege, Bhelen was forced to relent.
The fortress, guarded by Branka's golems, remained impenetrable.
True to her word, Morrigan vanished the same night she made her offer at Redcliffe Castle.
Someone of Morrigan's description was later seen traveling alone, heading west through the Frostback Mountains.
Several years later, tales out of Orlais said that a strange, dark-haired mage had insinuated herself within the empress's court.
Enraged Corpse
Despite Loghain being executed in disgrace, Queen Anora insisted on building a monument to her father, overlooking the Orlesian embassy.
The statue was largely ignored, save by Anora herself, who voyaged out to the statue once a year to place flowers at its feet.
As the years passed, Anora continued to rebuff the advice of Ferelden's nobility requesting that she remarry.
Though prospective suitors from other nations visit Denerim from time to time, the queen's only comment is that all of them fall far short of the bar she measures them against: that of her father.
Alistair felt the loss of his love keenly.
Although he returned to the Grey Wardens for a time, he was heard to say that it simply was not the same anymore.
Much to Queen Anora's relief, he resigned from the order and left Ferelden for good.
He traveled to Duncan's birthplace, and there placed a small monument in the man's memory.
Where he went afterwards is unknown.
Alistair returned to the Grey Wardens for a time, insisting that new recruits pay respect to <FirstName/>'s sacrifice and campaigning to relax some of the order's more secretive policies.
But in time, he left the Wardens once more, declaring that it simply no longer felt right.
Alistair returned to the Grey Wardens for a time, helping to recruit new members to restore the order.
It quickly became apparent, however, that his presence in Ferelden made relations with the new queen strained at best.
He was recalled to the far-off Warden fortress of Weisshaupt, and departed readily.
Leliana remained at court for a time before deciding to return to Orlais.
She left with little explanation, saying only that she had old scores to settle.
Shale left Ferelden, presumably headed for the fabled Library of Minrathous.
Reports suggest that she got into an altercation with an influential mage there and was driven out.
She swore bloody vengeance.
Oghren remained on the surface for a time, adventuring as far as the nearest tavern and gaining a reputation as an occasionally dangerous nuisance.
Eventually he left Ferelden, accepting employment with a mercenary company renowned for its supply of fine ales.
Sten returned to his homeland, leaving without a word.
Upon reporting to the arishok of his observations of humanity, Sten was elevated to the rank of general and placed in charge of forces in Seheron fighting against human insurgents.
This pleased Sten greatly.
Wynne returned to the Circle of Magi, but only for a short time.
After several months, her quarters were found empty.
She was gone without explanation or apology.
The templars were told to look out for her, although no active search has yet been ordered.
Wade's Armor Stuff
Receive one Drake Scale.
Receive three drake scales
Time passed slow
Time passed quick
Nothing.
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I have failed, Wardens.
I am sorry.
This is the part I enjoy!
You sure you don't want to run?
I'm going to enjoy this!
You should have run away!
Time to die!
Rrraaaahhhh!
Have at it!
They don't make them like they used to.
Heh.
You call that fighting?
Nice swing.
Ha!
Oh, I'm going to tear you in two!
It's about time you went down.
Your armor isn't done yet.
Come back later.
Bring it on!
Statue
Oh, that old trick, huh?
Your moves are slow, but effective.
Nice try.
You fought bravely.
I salute you.
Down with you!
You're no match for us!
It's either you or me!
Another one paints the floor.
You were never a match for me.
You are no match for my speed or footwork!
Am I making you dizzy yet?
Ha!
I'll cut your legs out from underneath you!
Embrace the darkness; that is all you have left.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
Alistair was relieved to be away from court at last and returned with his love to help rebuild the Grey Wardens.
He left her side only briefly, to return to Duncan's home and plant a small memorial.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
Alistair remained in Denerim with his love for a time, much to Queen Anora's discomfort.
He was eventually called to the far-off fortress at Weisshaupt, the home of the Grey Wardens, and swore he would return to his love's side soon.
As for <FirstName/>'s companions, they went their separate ways.
When <FirstName/> finally left Denerim to continue her travels, Alistair went with her, electing to remain with the woman he loved.
They continued their adventures together--at least for a time.
Who goes there?
Stop!
Someone's creeping around down there.
Go check it out.
I will silence you!
Take that, you persistent bastard!
Your time is over.
Schmooples
Andraste's Grace
I found her in the forest.
She's dead, Athras.
She gave me a scarf, but it's gone.
She's dead, Athras.
I found Danyla in the forest.
I'm afraid she's dead.
Is my bout a'ready?
Hey!
That's my armor!
I am an Aeducan.
Orzammar needs me here.
2) Jump to the shriek encounter in the party camp.
1) Setup the Shriek encounter plot flags.
I sold your lyrium.
I'm not your delivery mule.
<emp>Rescue Queen Anora</emp>
You've killed Howe and his pet mage and avenged your parents.
Queen Anora should be free.
Go quickly, before more guards find you.
Gangue Shade
Legion of the Dead Relic
The object is unresponsive.
Fort Drakon Level 1
Fort Drakon Level 2
Gangue Shade Relic
Massive Door
Mouse Hole
<summary>On the Legion of the Dead.</summary>
Friends, we have argued long, but I would propose a different direction.
It is not unprecedented that one of our number should end up in the Legion of the Dead: The Memories attest to some bewildering falls from grace.
Only his choice to volunteer has propelled this beyond mere scandal.
The question we must ask is, "Does this serve us?" The Legion has always seemed a last hope of redemption.
If a noble joins their number--by choice no less--this can only do good things for enrollment.
And we sacrifice only one foolish member, the last of a troublesome house.
His reforms are better shouted at the darkspawn than in these halls.
I say, let him go. 
This is the writ that was passed, Durius.
I hope you can live with your decision, because you're lost to it now.
<attrib>--From Assembly minutes regarding the Legion of the Dead; addendum unknown.</attrib>
<summary>On the Legion of the Dead.</summary>
Dearest Gilly,
I know things have been difficult since the censure of our house.
I had hoped to bear the cost of my actions alone, but if I had a full understanding of consequences, I wouldn't have murdered above my caste in the first place.
I did not abandon you lightly, but I knew of no other way to insulate you against my shame than by joining the Legion.
It is a half-measure that has earned me no right to seek your comfort, but please, I beg you for one moment of foolish optimism.
There is talk of a new soldier, a noble!
The things I have heard, I will not curse them by voicing them aloud, but it may be a path to respectability for my kin.
For you.
If there remains any official line open to our name, can you verify he is real, that House Ferald is in good stead?
<attrib>--A letter from Maius, unsent.</attrib>
<summary>On the Legion of the Dead.</summary>
May this report find the proper eyes to affect future tactics.
We found an enclave of the spawn, possibly a breeding lair, but we could make no approach.
There were far more spawn than anticipated, and I divided the squad to draw the main body of the horde away.
I do not expect to survive, but I have made certain that most of my men will see another day.
I am torn by this, as my petition will go unheard, and that may curse many more of the Legion than would die here.
But I simply cannot abandon the men I have looked in the eye and called brother.
Perhaps they will not thank me for this, believing themselves already dead, but where there is life there is hope.
I will not be the last to see their worth.
<attrib>--From a recovered Legion of the Dead field report, by Lord Durius Ferald.</attrib>
<summary>On the Legion of the Dead.</summary>
Casualty: Durius Ferald, lieutenant.
Found dead with his squad.
The corpse was left untouched, suggesting the darkspawn feared his spirit even in death.
His ferocity defending his men was corroborated by survivors before they succumbed to corruption.
It is rare for a soldier's actual death to exceed the honors given at his enlistment, but Ferald was an odd one, an agitator.
His eccentric promises were disruptive, and I fear his death may demoralize more of the Legion than actually heard his fantasies first-hand.
He was committed to the Stone with his insignia, as honorable a burial as we can manage with the spawn at our heels, but officially he has formed a second front.
Better his foolish hopes are diluted by time than killed outright.
<attrib>--From a biweekly casualty report, by Sergeant Unger.</attrib>
The tale of the Dead Caste has revealed the location of an unmarked grave in the Dead Trenches.
If proven, the lineage of the Dead Caste house symbol could lead to the Legion of the Dead being considered as a form of noble house in its own right.
It must be entered into the Memories in the Shaperate if the validity of the claim is to be tested.
The Dead Caste insignia has been entered into the Memories.
The Legion of the Dead may eventually be considered a caste or house of its own.
The Dead Caste
<summary>On the Legion of the Dead.</summary>
By virtue of honored ancestry and great personal sacrifice on the part of its last descendant, the joining of House Ferald and the Legion of the Dead is recognized as worthy of investigation by the Memories.
If the lineage proves intact and sufficient, relations of the Legion of the Dead may be acknowledged as minor nobility, albeit with restrictions.
This minor house will now undergo the generational process of admittance to the Memories.
May honor come to its descendents.
<attrib>--As recorded by the Memories.</attrib>
Memories
What more do you want?
Signal messanger to be active.
The Crosscut Drifters
<summary>On the Crosscut Drifters.</summary>
Fools and renegades, the lot of them.
We accept that there is a time for ordered and educated treasure-hunting, but not when a foundation remains to be cut.
What fortunes have they made, what houses have they elevated?
The minor veins they have traced have satisfied neither this Assembly nor their own gambler's thirst.
Their actions can only grow more erratic and undisciplined, and while no incidents have been reported, they will eventually undermine the stability of a major passage.
It is the opinion of this Assembly that prospecting be restricted until we can be certain of the stability of the Deep Roads.
These "Crosscut Drifters" can find their fortune in a trade.
Let animals burrow wherever their nose points them.
Dwarves are meant to excavate by careful degrees.
<attrib>--From an Assembly memorandum.</attrib>
<summary>On the Crosscut Drifters.</summary>
Rogan cut a beautiful line down a minor vein today, twisting his supports along the footwall like a backbone.
He's got a gift for lagging; it's almost crystalline.
I swear I could tap it and hear the Stone sing. "Non-standard" by any inspector's measure, but that's the sodding point, isn't it?
We're letting the Stone take us where she wants, not gouging out highways so the palace can have another pantry.
I suspect they will revoke our privileges at the next Assembly sitting.
I say good luck to them; they'll never find us to deliver the writ.
They are afraid of the road we travel.
We're close to a major strike.
The Stone, she's pulling us to something, and to the vents if I'll let dwarves who deny their sense get in the way of it.
<attrib>--From the journal of Brunar, founding fellow, Crosscut Drifters.</attrib>
<summary>On the Crosscut Drifters.</summary>
We can no longer tolerate your flagrant disregard of this Assembly and published excavation doctrine.
The actions of your team have potentially compromised two future projects, resulting in an expensive redesign of the Deep Roads.
Fortunately, development of the largest shaft will continue, or you would have faced additional fines.
Claims that the Stone is directing your actions suggest that not only are you ignorant of preplanning procedure, you and your group may also be in the early stages of lyrium poisoning.
You are in breach of Orzammar mining code and hereby forfeit all claims made during your unapproved activities.
The Assembly expects your response within 30 days or your house, as well as those of your team, will face additional censure.
<attrib>--Notice of Assembly censure.</attrib>
Here's your response: Take a long breath from a short shaft.
B.
<attrib>--Addendum by Brunar, founding fellow, Crosscut Drifters.</attrib>
<summary>On the Crosscut Drifters.</summary>
We found trouble all right.
Rogan's lyrium vein led right to the flank of a darkspawn horde.
From the look of their kit, the spawn were a week, maybe less, from breakthrough into that blasted new highway under Orzammar, and they'd be well behind any patrols.
The Stone knew.
She knew, and she drew her chosen with a promise of ore we could taste in our bones.
If all goes well, losing this cavern will kill the darkspawn's taste for digging, and Orzammar will never know it was at risk.
We'll be a distant tremor, a ripple in the royal fountain.
The charges are laid.
We know it will work and we know the cost.
The Stone has shown us the way home.
<attrib>--From the journal of Brunar, founding fellow, Crosscut Drifters.</attrib>
The tale of the Crosscut Drifters has revealed the location of an old cache in Caridin's Cross.
Crosscut Drifter's cache in Caridin's Cross has been uncovered.
The Drifters' Cache
I have nothing to tell you yet.
You think you can show everyone <emp>the way</emp>?
Presumptuous fool.
3) Initiate conversation with Allistaire.
Do this in order
Drifters' Cache
Rune Plate
<summary>On topsiders.</summary>
The fool has been following us for three days, but what can I do?
I'm sure a city guard could lock him up for being a sodding idiot, but there's no law that says you can't seek your death in the Trenches.
There's no law down here at all.
I said to his face that if he puts our patrol at risk I'd split him myself, but he's quiet, I'll give him that.
Topsiders usually assume the end of a Blight erases the darkspawn from the world.
Why does this one care that his victory just drives them back on our doorstep?
It's one thing to face them up in the light; he'll cut his own shaft out of here once he fights them in the dark where they live.
That, or the lyrium will get him.
<attrib>--From a Legion of the Dead field report, by Lieutenant Gant.</attrib>
Topsider's Honor
<summary>On topsiders.</summary>
I swear, Mortavold, I have never seen the like.
This... elf... fought like a man possessed.
His strikes were light and did not echo on the Stone like those of our greatest, but the precision was that of a shaper carving a Memory across the darkspawn.
Damned if we didn't raise our glasses to him last eve and share stories of honored family.
With a topsider!
In the lyrium glow, he looked no more out of place than any of us.
It makes me think of cousin Bern.
I wonder how he fares on the surface.
I think if he sends another letter I will read it.
Ties of kin should be stronger than where we choose to do business.
<attrib>--From a letter from Corporal Trovid Oreson, date unknown.</attrib>
<summary>On topsiders.</summary>
The Stone take this topsider as she would welcome her own.
He was born to air and sky, but has served the Deep Roads better than a native son.
Many will see another day because he fought at their side and fell in their stead.
We don't know his rites, and I fear the loss of his family blade may cause unrest on whatever journey he faces, but we know him as brother in blood, and extend that which is sacred to us.
Willem Trialmont, if the path home is dark, the Stone is honored to have you in the foundation.
<attrib>--Epitaph for Willem Trialmont, 7:5 Storm.</attrib>
<summary>On topsiders.</summary>
There must always be another to take up arms against the darkness.
That is the core of true family beyond kin, and the unifying link that will bring day to night and allow the fallen to rest.
<attrib>--Restored inscription, Trialmont family blade.</attrib>
The topsider's story has revealed the location of his final battle with the darkspawn.
You have found all of the pieces of the topsider's sword.
Returning it to his corpse may bring him some peace.
The topsider's final resting place is in the caves east of Ortan Thaig.
The topsider's sword has been reconstructed after returning the pieces to his remains.
An Admirable Topsider
Topsider's Blade
The blade of a fine elven sword.
A partial inscription glows faintly in the presence of lyrium, but remains unreadable.
Topsider's Pommel
A weighted pommel of obviously fine elven make.
A partial inscription glows faintly in the presence of lyrium, but remains unreadable.
Topsider's Hilt
The hilt of a fine elven sword.
A partial inscription glows faintly in the presence of lyrium, but remains unreadable.
Warrior's Grave
Don't know what they eat but they always seem healthier, you know?
Shiny coats, bright eyes.
How much you giving me?
Then we're in business, eh?
Vase
Chair
The chairs are arranged as though someone were just about to sit down to dinner.
Toy Doll
This stuffed toy has clearly been the beloved companion of some child on numerous adventures.
Its seams all appear to have been patched many times over, and it is so dirty it's hard to tell what color it was supposed to be.
Broken Vase
Dried blood and bits of hair cling to the broken edges of this vase.
Blood Stain
Prints from boots cross through the dried blood.
Ancient Darkspawn
Select plot Flag:
Is there a nug left in all of Thedas?
Don't think so!
You're astounding!
You're the best wrangler I've ever seen, but there's more out there.
Atrast vala, my nug-wrangling friend.
Go on, I'm out of the nug game.
Got nothing to sell.
I knew I should have stuck to common nugs, now I've gone and lost them too.
I'll never find them, the way they skitter.
Common nugs?
I don't like those.
They look... dirty.
No way I'm going back to that supplier in Dust Town. <desc>Sighs</desc> Guess I'm shutting it down.
Salroka, I'm back in the game.
Such as it is.
I don't have much besides gratitude, but find a bunch more of these and I'll toss you whatever I've found.
Got to boil them before roasting but otherwise, no, safe as sand.
Some people swear they make good pets.
May as well leash a turnip, I say.
Good on you, stranger.
Only need one to turn this around.
I can't see luck from where I am.
One nug, that's all I need.
Sodding Stone!
Its breaking loose!
Look out!
I've got a nug for you.
Here.
These things dangerous?
If I see any nugs, I'll send them your way.
Good luck with that.
Look out, we got a cavern breach!
Cave in!
Something's coming in from the Roads!
Heads up!
Somethings loose!
Theres a rich one!
We'll get plenty for their kit once we cut them out of it!
Thanks again, Warden.
What's going on... by the ancestors!
Good on you, Warden; you caught them in the act!
I guess desperate times drive people to strange things.
You idiot!
This isn't the vault!
We have to get out of here!
Sod it!
Witnesses!
Get them!
She'll be up and around in no time, thanks to you.
I'm not prepared for poisons like this.
It won't be long now.
Such a shame.
Please be quiet.
My patient needs her rest.
Fools and their politics.
The poison was probably imported as a king killer, and she got dosed by mistake.
I've never seen anything this potent.
It's a very strange toxin.
I know there's a counter, but the ingredients are so rare, it just doesn't matter.
Warden, I don't know.
Maybe you've seen something like this on the surface.
Maybe you've used something like it.
There's nothing I can do but wait.
It's all but inevitable.
You can't cure it?
Sorry to hear it.
Goodbye.
<desc>Contented snoring</desc>
<desc>Restless moaning</desc>
You intended to seek help from the Circle of the Magi to defeat Connor's demon, but the mages have all perished in the terrible events that befell their tower.
You will have to return to Redcliffe and find another option.
<summary>On shapers.</summary>
The blessing of the Shaperate is given only to those who walk with the Stone.
It is a path that cuts deep and the road is far from secure, but those who desire to work in memory must first honor it.
Document the Stone, protect her, and present a new history to the Memories.
Only then will the blessing of the Shaperate be upon you.
<attrib>--From <title>The Shaper's Life</title>.</attrib>
<summary>On shapers.</summary>
Orzammar has carved a legacy from the Stone, but history is more than the comings and goings that fill the streets.
These caverns are old cuts and well traveled; the true will of the Stone is revealed far from the halls of politics and commerce.
The Shaper must step away from the familiar, and seek out revelations from the frontier or buried secrets from paths abandoned.
The shaper must first walk away if he is to return.
<attrib>--"First Steps," from <title>The Shaper's Life</title>.</attrib>
<summary>On shapers.</summary>
Far from abandoned, the Deep Roads are patrolled by those who fight for Orzammar and the Stone.
These defenders have seen great and tragic events unfold, but they are committed to the moment, not the memory.
It is the shaper's burden to walk this path with a mind to observation.
He will fight if pressed--every dwarf owes that to the Stone--but his purpose is to record, not create.
Although dark and deep, the old paths are alive with deeds; only the dedication of the shaper can ensure they are not lost to the Memories.
<attrib>--"The Old Path," from <title>The Shaper's Life</title>.</attrib>
<summary>On shapers.</summary>
Before the darkspawn, the Stone held an empire--dozens of thaigs, each cavern a shade of dwarven pride, communities separate but united.
They fell by degrees.
Ruins crumbled into tombstones, a forgotten glory.
But the Stone is a living history, and absence can reveal more than constant scrutiny does.
As the Stone shifts, she chooses what remains buried and what must see the light.
The shapers must return, must walk the lost way, so the children of the Stone can see what has been surrendered and what can be gained.
This is the sacrifice of the shaper.
<attrib>--"The Lost Way," from <title>The Shaper's Life</title>.</attrib>
<summary>On shapers.</summary>
You have walked the path of the Shaperate and documented the Stone.
The blessing of the Shaperate is yours to wield in the carving of a new path, one for tomorrow's shaper to follow.
<attrib>--From <title>The Shaper's Life</title>.</attrib>
The Shaper's Life
Never mind, let's keep moving.
Wall of Memories
Runestone
<summary>On dwarven propriety.</summary>
While your concerns have merit, the Assembly has made itself clear.
Space within the thaig is at a premium, but the intended function of the hall merits the additional resources committed.
The statues of the Paragons must be the core of the Hall of Heroes.
There is no other placement that so benefits dwarven interests.
It is the first glimpse that surface ambassadors have of Orzammar, an introduction not just to our living ancestors, but also to the Stone from which we were born.
They must see it shaped before they can understand the complexity of its raw form.
The Hall must also serve a second purpose, as a last sight for departing brethren.
Those who choose to leave must do so with the heavy gaze of their Ancestors at their backs.
It is a reminder of duty and of consequence.
We will promote all manner of trade, but also reinforce that those who leave for too long will return as strangers to the Stone.
<attrib>--From an report of the Assembly Zoning Commission.</attrib>
<summary>On dwarven propriety.</summary>
Pursuant to order 5-1a, no dwarf of indeterminate caste may conduct business in the Commons.
This was subsequently clarified by the Assembly to mean that the owning and operating of stalls or kiosks is limited to those of identified and approved house names with traceable Ancestor lineage of at least three generations.
Exceptions include individual purchases of goods or services from established stalls or kiosks, provided the funds are presented at the opening of the transaction, at the discretion of the stall or kiosk owner.
I'm sure you understand the need to maintain strict quality control over all goods and services that flow through Orzammar, especially when we are making a concerted effort to encourage outside investment.
The standards of Dust Town and that of the common brand are simply not sufficient.
Your trade permit is hereby denied.
<attrib>--From a judgment of the Assembly Trade Council, regarding Midal's Reclaimed Wares.</attrib>
<summary>On dwarven propriety.</summary>
The restriction of your authority is a temporary consideration, and not a verdict imposed lightly.
The Assembly feels that efforts to maintain the sanctity of the Proving have faltered.
This is a gentlemen's contest where future generals and respected veterans display their skills.
It is intended to be inspiring, and remind the lower castes why their leaders lead.
We acknowledge the usefulness of a forum for the settling of honor debts, and concede that the occasional defeat of a noble can serve as appeasement, provided it is by a peer and the contest is properly adjudicated.
Extending this practice to the lower castes could prove a dangerous and barbaric precedent.
We have already seen the disruption that an unauthorized fighter can cause (the recent brand incident), and similar incidents should be discouraged with all possible prejudice.
<attrib>--From an Assembly writ of censure, regarding management of the Provings.</attrib>
<summary>On dwarven propriety.</summary>
It is agreed that no rules of procedure were explicitly broken, but a five-day filibuster is nonetheless worthy of censure.
Division of House Gorosmote property was deliberated for a full session, and forfeiture of the southern estate deemed a necessity.
Since the birth of young Kaid necessitates his elevation to noble status, and it is unthinkable for a noble's family to live in the slums, it is the responsibility of the father to accommodate the placement of his family.
It is not possible to simply generate new space in the Diamond Quarter without compromising thaig structural integrity.
Lord Dace's comment that "if Lord Gorosmote didn't want a new heir, he shouldn't have slummed for a concubine" was indeed inappropriate, but the proper procedure for resolution through Proving was followed.
Both parties agreed to accept his retraction, and that matter is considered separate and closed.
The decision of the Assembly regarding the placement of the Duncoat clan stands.
<attrib>--From a writ of the Assembly Zoning Council, regarding the placement of the Duncoat clan.</attrib>
<summary>On dwarven propriety.</summary>
Your efforts have been exemplary, but these self-proclaimed cartels must defer to the Assembly and restore order.
Exclusion from caste and society is no excuse.
Perhaps suggest that it would be a simple matter to march on the quarter, or simpler still to withdraw infrastructure support.
A tunnel breach would be most unfortunate, but current policy direction prohibits any deals that would legitimize cartel operations.
Downward pressure on certain elements of our society has proven useful in shoring up the economy with an excess of affordable labor.
It also encourages enlistment in the Legion of the Dead, the one accepted path to partial redemption and a vital force on our weakening front lines.
This model suffers when criminals create their own hierarchies with alternative methods of social advancement. 
Every stone has a face that can't be carved, a side that must be earthward.
We need their so-called Dust Town, but it would be inadvisable to include that in your negotiations.
We have the utmost faith in you, Capt-- <desc>The rest is obscured by bloodstains.</desc>
<attrib>--From a confidential Assembly directive, regarding proliferation of cartels.</attrib>
Increased understanding of Orzammar society has revealed a diplomatic cache accessible to representatives of the Assembly.
You have found the Key to Orzammar, a recognition of your understanding of dwarven society.
The Key to the City
Commission Report
Document
Writ of Censure
Council Writ
Assembly Directive
Assembly Cache
Any luck, Warden?
She doesn't have much time.
If you can chase these things down, I'll thank you, but I won't get my hopes up.
The Stone will take her soon.
I'm sure you're doing your best.
<desc>As the antidote passes her lips, the patient visibly relaxes.
She will live.</desc>
At least someone is willing to stand up for tradition.
Thank you again.
I can't believe we lost a tome to thievery.
I am disgusted with the times we live in.
You found it!
Warden, you have my gratitude.
You're a bright spot in an otherwise dark time.
Disgusting.
Someone stole from the Shaperate.
The Memories have never seen such a thing.
Warden!
I'm outraged.
A thief in the Shaperate.
What have we been reduced to?
I did.
He was bald, with the most garish brand across his head.
Almost like he took pride in being casteless!
Imagine!
No offense, Warden.
Ah... he's probably in the slums somewhere.
As if he'd find a buyer for a stolen tome in Dust Town.
They couldn't know the value.
Yes, that's the attitude of many.
There's no respect anymore.
No responsibility.
Thief!
Who would dare take from the Memories!
Did you get a good look at him?
Not my concern.
Well, well, well... the brand Warden comes home.
What do you think you'll find down here?
Open arms?
Is that so?
What makes you think anyone here would turn me...
I mean, this person in?
<desc>Chuckle.</desc> I'm no fool.
Nobody just wanders around in Dust Town.
You're here looking for me, and I don't like it.
You've walked into a sodding fight, Warden, and I've already passed your stupid tome along.
Too bad for you.
What do you want, Warden?
You're out of your element down here.
I'm looking for a thief who dared steal from the Shaperate.
What makes you think I'm looking for anything?
I knew this Shaperate stuff would be risky.
Coin for the man who takes the Warden down!
We have nothing to talk about, Warden.
I haven't done a thing.
This deal was all their making, Warden.
Technically, I haven't done anything wrong.
We have no business.
Unless you want to make a few coins.
Not that I'm suggesting anything, but you're holding the prize now.
I have a collector in mind.
Who actually sells the item doesn't matter.
It's your call.
As always, I let people make their own decisions.
Sensible.
I think you'll find that gold is a fine remedy for whatever outrage the Shaperate might have imparted.
Yes, well, I'll keep my nose clean until you're long gone, how about that?
I'm just a business man.
I merely exploit opportunities.
I won't get in your way.
You don't care who you get this Shaperate tome from?
You know what?
I'll take the deal.
I should shut you down hard.
Harrowmont fools!
Only Bhelen can move us forward!
Attack!
For Bhelen!
Kill the Harrowmont traitors!
The Warden has joined Harrowmont!
Attack for Bhelen!
Harrowmont has suckered the Warden!
Bhelen will not allow it!
Bhelen stooges!
Your sodding pretender will ruin us!
For Harrowmont!
Purge the Bhelen pretenders!
Tradition and Harrowmont must rule!
The Warden has joined with Bhelen!
We can't allow it!
Bhelen has corrupted the Warden!
End this for Harrowmont!
Still whining, I see?
I'm sorry for your loss.
Nug Wrangler Boermor has lost his nug inventory.
Find one of them to get him back on his feet.
You brought a nug to Boermor.
Don't forget to wash your hands.
You've found a nug.
Nug Wrangler Boermor will be very pleased to see it.
A Lost Nug
If Branka is anywhere, this has to be it.
She will not be unprepared.
We have to be getting close.
If this Branka has survived, she'll be wary.
We must be getting close.
Can this Branka have existed down here for so long and remained approachable?
Branka must be close.
How obsessed is she to have existed here for so long?
We have to be getting close.
I wonder what state this Branka is in after living here so long?
A troubled place.
If this Branka is here, we must be wary of her.
We've lost and taken the Trenches so many times, even the Memories can't track it.
These ruins have seen hundreds of battles.
While we rally, the Blight never leaves the dwarves.
The Blight never ends for the dwarves.
How many generations have fought over the Trenches?
A place of unending war.
I can feel it, and I'm not even a dwarf.
Such a depressing place to keep fighting over.
How often have they passed this back and forth?
The scars here are deep.
This place has changed hands countless times.
There used to be roads to a dozen thaigs.
Not in my lifetime, though.
These used to be highways as busy as any surface trade route.
Looks like only the military travel here now.
This used to be part of an empire.
Lost to darkness. 
How long before Orzammar loses this to the darkness completely?
They are in retreat.
Another depressing tunnel full of death.
No wonder we see so many dwarves on the surface.
This is full of the signs of slow retreat.
How great was the empire of their ancestors?
She's lost herself.
She sacrificed our kin to breed darkspawn decoys.
Can even the anvil bring her back?
Oghren's woman has lost herself.
You cannot betray your own like this... breed them... and remain one of them.
This anvil must be powerful.
There is no other excuse to betray so much of herself.
Such a pretty face for a monster.
To breed her people into spawn... incredible.
She bred her people into darkspawn.
She is mad.
No one does this and keeps themselves.
I don't care what Oghren says.
To do this, she's insane.
Sodding Stone, what have they done?
Makers Breath!
What have they made?
Maker's breath!
This cannot be!
By all that is right!
This is not for my eyes.
Abomination!
That... that thing was a cousin.
And there's worse to come?
Branka can't have known.
If this was allowed to happen, if there is betrayal here, the greatest monster is yet to come.
I dread what is coming.
Could Branka have been complicit in this?
Could anyone?
There's a monster yet to come.
With a face that hides it.
If this was allowed, someone has reduced these people to the most basic of components.
A true monster.
We could have taken her to Branka.
What's worse than what we've already seen?
What happened here?
Branka has to explain this.
She has to.
What was done to these people?
There's worse to come?
And still no Branka.
It is growing doubtful anyone could survive this unchanged.
Darker and darker.
I thought it was black as it was.
This is no longer entertaining.
What was done to these people?
There's worse to come.
That woman, she's seen things a mortal mind can't grasp.
I know that voice from somewhere, but it's changed.
Wrong.
A voice that must have once held great beauty.
Raises the hairs on my neck now.
That voice sends a chill up my spine.
This place is troubled, to say the least.
A troubled song.
The singer will be interesting.
A chant... or dirge.
Troubled to the bones.
A troubled place.
Very bad things have happened here.
Can't turn your head to cough without darkspawn creeping back.
We cut a hole, but the darkspawn have refilled it.
That's what they do.
Our enemy has retaken the void we left.
It's what the darkspawn do best.
The spawn have retaken the Trenches.
Again.
Ah, the spawn are back again.
And after all our effort to clean the place up.
This is what the dwarves suffer.
They push the spawn from their border, only to see them return in greater numbers.
Box o' Nugs
A box, with nugs in it.
Nug Wrangler Boermor
Dust Town Thug Leader
Good evening, my lady.
Dust Town Thug
Lets play with the lighting!
Lighting Stuff
Turn on effects
Turn off lighting effects
Let's go back.
Tunneling Thief
Suspicious Door
You've taught our fighters some valuable lessons.
It will take some time before they are ready to challenge you again.
Take this, with my thanks.
Ready for some unofficial training opportunities?
Hello Warden.
Given any thought to some informal action in the Proving arena?
Fine to see you here, Warden.
A number of people have told me they hoped to see you in the Provings.
It's a rare opportunity to fight against someone so exotically trained.
In fact, a few were hoping you'd take part in some... informal action.
Say the word and I'll line up a team from one of the younger houses.
They don't often get a chance to test themselves in the Provings.
They're a hungry bunch who employ... unusual tactics.
Understand that there is no concern for fairness here.
Your battles will be hard won.
We've got some young fighters ready to go.
This will be difficult, I assure you.
The younger houses are interested in... unorthodox tactics.
Many hire mercenaries to augment traditional strengths. "Anything goes" is a fair description. 
We give small payouts, maybe a bonus from time to time, but this isn't about money.
It's about skill and the chance to show it.
I'll be here.
Assembly restricted, not illegal.
All that ritual lets nobles rationalize it's not a blood sport.
They don't like commoners using the arena for "petty squabbles."
Some of us prefer an honest spectacle.
And sometimes someone needs a good beating and all that talking gets in the way.
I trust you'll keep the offer to yourself.
I'm game.
What do you have in mind?
Set me up with a team battle.
Who am I facing and what do I get for it?
I'll come back for some action later.
Informal?
You mean illegal.
Not to my interest.
Goodbye.
<emp>Track down the thief who stole a tome from the Shaperate</emp>
A shaper reported a theft from the Shaperate.
The thief has a bald head and garish tattoos, suggesting he is a brand from the slums.
<emp>Keep looking for the thief</emp>
The thief didn't have the stolen tome.
The receipt on his body suggests that he may have passed it to someone in the Proving Grounds.
<emp>Return the tome to the shaper</emp>
You have recovered the tome stolen from the Shaperate.
You could return it to Shaper Assistant Milldrate if you wish.
You returned the tome to the Shaperate.
You sold the Shaperate tome to the fence.
Thief in the House of Learning
Hmm... it seems some of these tiles are different from the others.
Good work, Warden.
You're amazingly skilled.
Good job, Warden.
You've earned a portion of the receipts.
Let me know if you want to go again.
Shaper Assistant Milldrate
Shady Corebit
Fixer Gredin
Jertrin
Darkspawn Leader
Cart
Sign
Lady Brodens
Herbalist Widron
An herbalist in the royal palace gave you a recipe for a dwarven regicide antidote to cure a poisoned noble.
You cured the poisoned dwarven noble.
Exotic Methods
How are we supposed to live like this?
I have buyers waiting!
I have contracts!
They can't shut us out like this.
I paid a ransom for a trade permit.
They can't do this!
Let kings fight over kings; trade needs to flow!
I'll have carts here by the week.
Good times ahead.
Heard a Warden straightened them out.
Don't care, as long the gate is open.
Couldn't have held out much longer.
Glad to be back in business.
They don't know how close they came to losing their food lifeline.
Dead Ox
They need us.
The gate stays closed, that city starves.
They wait too long, trade won't come back.
That's the way this works.
They think they are isolated now?
Merchants won't risk this happening again!
I go where the work is, and it isn't here.
It will take time before trade is back where it was.
They lost a lot of money with that gate shut.
This will sting for years.
Good for whoever got them to pull their heads out of the stone.
I almost gave up, but where was I going to go?
My goods are just rotting on their doorstep.
I won't just stand here and take this.
How long?
Someone get them to tell me how long, because this is ridiculous.
They've lost all sense.
Orzammar will starve.
There are other places to sell.
I don't have to come back here.
Who cares who leads, as long as the gate is open.
It's about time!
We were dying out here.
Trade has to flow.
That city dies without it.
They almost argued themselves into starvation.
Stubborn fools.
They have to open the gate.
My suppliers will think I cheated them.
I didn't get into this business to sit on my goods.
Bloody dwarves will argue themselves into poverty if they aren't careful.
They need a king to decide who buys clothes?
This is ridiculous!
About time they opened the markets.
There's money to make.
I'll be charging double until my losses are covered, that's for sure.
They better be ready to buy in there.
Have to get back to my suppliers fast. 
They'll pay a premium until this backlog is moved.
No choice in that.
Bhelen Fanatic
The third alley justice encounter.
Harrowmont Fanatic
Mamae!
Mamae, se vara sal!
Mamae...
Mamae!
Pile of Filth
White Falcon Mercenary
City Guard
The white falcon attack on Kylon. (for combat testing only).
Cultist
Bloody Corpse
Bodahn's Wares
Figor
<desc>You wrangle the nug into a box, ready for delivery to Boermor.</desc>
Disguised Crow
The Crow Ransom Drop encounter. (for combat testing only).
I doubt the Assembly approves of your stand on castes.
I bet the Assembly loves your take on caste.
Your views on caste must be controversial in the Assembly.
A controversial opinion for a dwarf in the Assembly.
With wedding clothes or servant clothes?
To the castle exterior after kidnapping.
With wedding clothes.
With servant clothes.
Ogre
Fence
Shriek
Kill those godless bastards!
We're counting on you, Warden!
Maker watch over you!
Go to blood mage hideout (for combat testing only).
For the King!
The Blight ends here!
Cultist Reaver
Cultist Overseer
Cultist Mage
Flaming Servant
Greater Rage Demon
Sounds like they are worth a lot to you.
I didn't see anything, but I'll keep an eye out.
Cultist Assassin
I've been to the thaig but haven't found anything yet.
I'll let you know if I find something.
Offering
Lend your support to Harrowmont for king.
Lend your support to Bhelen for king.
Proving Armsman
Trap Trigger
Damn their black hides!
Kill the monsters!
All of them!
We know you'll save us!
The Wardens will destroy the Blight!
Godspeed!
Maker guide your blades!
For the Queen!
To victory!
Blood and honor!
Blood Mage Hideout Part 2 (for combat testing only).
Alistair
Mercenary Archer
Wisp
My son has no status.
Can you help him?
Hmph.
No doubt this had something to do with "facing the dark side of your soul" or some such rubbish.
Did you see the cruelty on my... on her face?
Is that really what I am?
<desc>chortles</desc> I can't believe I kicked my own ass!
That was... weird...
This proves nothing.
I have nothing to fear from shadows.
Well, I wasn't expecting that, and I certainly don't want to go through it again.
Maker's breath, I'm beautiful.
Did you see that?
Did you see me?
Magnificent.
So you're marrying Anora.
I heard about you and... the queen.
Do you... do you love her?
Yes...
I suppose you would.
She is very beautiful, isn't she?
Then it is the best thing for Ferelden for me to let you go.
I accept that.
It changes everything.
I respect her too much as a queen--and as a woman--to let what we have destroy us all.
If you are to marry her, marry her, and be wholly hers.
But you're still marrying her.
Love?
It is the only thing that matters.
Not nearly enough, it seems.
I think I could learn to love her.
This is the best thing for Ferelden.
It doesn't have to change anything between us.
No, she's awfully bossy.
No, I love you.
Ah, as long as it is just politics.
She is a queen, and she knows how this goes.
You marry one, you love another.
And for me to be so close to the throne of Ferelden...
I foresee interesting times ahead.
Hardly.
I have seen this before.
For people like Anora, marriage is about power.
Nothing.
Nothing needs to change.
Not if you don't want it to.
Jealous?
What do you think will happen to us?
So you're marrying Alistair.
I heard about you... and Alistair.
I don't know what to say.
This doesn't change anything.
Alistair's not going to like that.
It's going to be hard for him not to, I imagine.
Oh...
I'm sure we will.
It means nothing.
Nothing needs to be different.
For people like Alistair, marriage is about power, not love.
He will learn that in time.
Why should it?
It is just politics.
Yes, he will have you by his side.
And if he doesn't already, he will learn to love you.
How... how could he not?
It changes everything.
Alistair is a good man.
He deserves you.
He deserves to have you fully.
I won't ruin this for him.
I can't.
I know... and I'm sorry.
He is a good man and I think you will be happy together.
I will always be here for you.
For both of you.
Well, he doesn't have to look.
So?
He might be king but I still call the shots.
We'll find some way for us all to get along.
I'm sorry.
I don't know what this means for us.
I am.
Does that bother you?
This is for Ferelden.
Alistair will be a good king.
This doesn't change anything between us.
Then don't say anything.
It's decided.
<emp>Inform Bann Sighard about his son's imprisonment</emp>
Sighard thanked you for freeing his son and pledged to support you at the Landsmeet.
So there are to be wedding bells?
Did I hear this correctly?
As I suspected.
I am not ignorant of such matters, after all.
Indeed?
Let us talk, then.
Me?
No, there is indeed no reason for me to be upset.
Upset?
That you have decided to marry a queen?
Not at all, 'tis a fine match.
I am simply curious as to what your bride-to-be might think.
Of me.
Of us.
Ah, yes.
Sacrifices must be made for one's ambition.
I quite understand.
Congratulations on your engagement and so forth...
Can we get back to matters at hand, now?
You do not think she might appreciate her husband having a maleficar on the side?
No doubt you are right.
Indeed she does not.
I would not worry on it.
Things have a way of working themselves out, yes?
Let us speak of this another time.
<desc>Laughs</desc> Tell her whatever you like.
I am simply curious what this means for you and I.
We share some... affection, do we not?
Too true.
My curiosity is sated, then.
I trust this matter will work itself out in time, yes?
Until then, we have much that remains to be done.
I shall leave the matter in your hands, then.
It's purely a political arrangement, that's all.
I was hoping to talk to you about that.
There's no reason for you to be upset.
You're upset, aren't you?
There can't be an "us" any longer.
I really doubt she'd approve.
She doesn't need to know about us.
Do you think I should tell her?
This doesn't have to mean anything.
We do, that's true.
Blood Mage Hideout end fight (for combat only, or laziness).
So... you have heard the rumor about the future queen?
She has this elven fellow on the side.
Handsome, naturally.
He is no dummy either, let me tell you.
You injure my honor!
Such as it is, my being an assassin.
But no, no, no.
No blackmail today.
I know how things are.
I shall make it easy for you.
What we have... if it can no longer be, then it can no longer be.
Oh?
I must admit I do love a good royal scandal.
Let us continue on, then.
We can always discuss this more later... provided one of us is not eaten by a dragon.
And if so, problem solved!
No?
I had assumed... we have become close over time, you and I.
I simply thought once this all ended...
But if you say that nothing is to change, then I am glad.
Ahh, let us not fool each other, yes?
There are many reasons.
It is true.
Best to end it here.
We have become close, it's true, but once all this excitement ends...
We must be realistic, yes?
No, no, do not be sorry.
I am not.
You have made a fine match.
And if she proves a poor wife... then you know who to hire, yes? <desc>Laughs</desc>
You have made a fine match.
And if he proves a poor husband... then you know who to hire, yes? <desc>Laughs</desc>
Ahhh assassination jokes, will they never grow old?
Come, let us return to the task at hand.
So... you have heard the rumor, yes?
The future prince-consort has a lover.
Handsome fellow, too.
Such... such a scandal.
It's true!
They never share their husbands willingly.
So selfish.
So... there is a rumor going about.
This fellow I know, he is to marry a queen.
The things people will say!
Upset?
No, no, not at all.
So... there is a rumor going about.
This beautiful woman I know, she is to marry a king.
The things people will say!
What is this?
Blackmail?
We should talk about this.
There's no reason it has to end.
Best to end it here, then.
We don't have much, do we?
I'm sorry, Zevran.
You know how queens can be.
You aren't... upset, are you?
I confess, my confidence in your father allowed me some complacency.
I guess that makes it as much his fault.
That speaks to your nature, not ours.
I can't say I approve of the freedom your father allows.
Oh, perhaps.
I shouldn't claim to speak for my son.
His tastes are his own to decide.
Perhaps.
Delilah is no longer of the age where I can direct her tastes.
It sounds more serious than that.
Allied with Elves
Allied with Werewolves
<emp>Find the missing elves</emp>
You've discovered that the missing elves have been sold into slavery by Caladrius, a Tevinter slaver.
You have recovered evidence that shows that Loghain knew about this, and allowed it.
This evidence will certainly be useful in the Landsmeet.
Brick Wall
Flimsy Leghold Trap
Is this about your family?
Still?
But I have done so much more than wipe your name from Ferelden memory.
Your family squandered glory that was rightfully mine.
How suitable that their deaths should raise me to the ear of a king.
If you think you can take this from me, that I will allow it, you are very much mistaken!
You lie, Howe.
To yourself most of all.
I am a Grey Warden!
There it is.
Right there!
That damned look in the eye that marked every Cousland success that held me back.
It would appear that you have made something of yourself after all.
Your father would be proud.
I, on the other hand, want you dead more than ever.
You've grown, I'll give you that, but I am also more than I was.
The death of your name raised me to the ear of a king.
Oh really, you should do as your father asked.
The trouble ahead won't wait for these little chats.
The caste divide is deep indeed.
Shriek Alpha
Queen Anora had a monument built to her father in honor of his redemption at Fort Drakon.
The monument was built overlooking the Orlesian embassy... "watching" it carefully, as the local legend goes.
It became popular, and in time, Loghain's darker deeds were forgotten in favor of his more heroic ones.
In the months that followed their wedding, Alistair and Anora proved themselves a surprisingly effective pair.
Alistair spent a great deal of time at court, showing willingness to learn the art of governing from Anora and often deferring to her judgment--and no one was more surprised by this than Anora herself.
As the new chancellor, the former Grey Warden <FirstName/> was seen often at court--at least for a time.
With both the king and queen actively involved in running their kingdom, the need for an advisor diminished with time. <FirstName/> continued to enjoy great popularity in Ferelden, however, and maintained considerable influence in the running of the kingdom.
As the chancellor, <FirstName/> was seen often at court, usually arguing with Queen Anora over matters of state.
The former Grey Warden enjoyed King Alistair's full confidence, however, and thus great influence in running the kingdom--more than the queen would like, probably, but she had little choice.
As the new chancellor, the former Grey Warden is seen often at court--at least for a time.
With the king seldom seen and disinclined to offer the chancellor his support, Queen Anora has the most sway over the running of the kingdom and arguments with her chancellor generally end in her victory.
The hero of Ferelden continues to enjoy great popularity in Ferelden, however, and maintains considerable political influence.
I'm ready to get going.
Beraht expects too much from you.
Elven Burial Chamber
This is a vessel for the Uthenera.
Well you're too late.
Barrier
Rabid Werewolf
Could you repeat that?
Let me hear that again.
I'd like you to repeat that.
To view ambients.
I need to hear that again.
Repeat that please?
Could you repeat the question?
I'll tear her apart
Myaja's Quarters
Proving Fighter
Bench
I don't know that at all, no.
You'll have to do better than that, I think.
Champion
Arcane Warrior
Elven Healer
Wolf
Bear
Giant Rat
Oh, I'm so sorry about your father.
And the hahren, too... oh, this is terrible!
Thank you for... finding them, at least.
It's better to know.
I...
I should go.
They could be moving through the back alleys.
There are all sorts of buildings back there, they could be using one as some sort of... warehouse?
Staging area?
There are apartments off the alleys.
I would go to the back of the hospice and maybe follow the alley from there.
You mean... pressing them into service?
But... how would they get them out of the Alienage?
I don't care why!
I just want to find everyone who's missing!
But... how could they take them away?
Wouldn't we see them?
But... they must be <emp>somewhere</emp>!
They can't just have vanished into thin air!
Well... thank you for stopping these liars, anyhow.
I knew they were up to no good!
If you find any more information, please let me know.
I refuse to accept that they're all simply... gone!
Are you going to go inside?
I hope they don't hurt anyone because of this!
I would, if I could fight like you.
There must be others inside, however.
If you could <emp>please</emp> just go inside and see what happened to the hahren and everyone else... please, you killed those men, now help us!
Thank the Maker!
Please hurry!
I didn't tell you to hurt anyone, did I?
At least you drove everyone else off.
I just hope the hahren and everyone else is alright!
At least it's shut down.
Now I just need to find out what happened to Valendrian and the others...
I hope you're planning on helping.
Then I guess this plague should concern you plenty, shouldn't it?
Fine.
I just hope you intend to help this time.
Don't you see we've got enough problems?
We don't need you here just to stir up more of them!
Oh, that's rich.
You could use <emp>my</emp> help?
Hmph.
Like you care.
<desc>Sigh</desc> I suppose it could be worse.
You could be working for the hospice.
Just be careful.
Believe it or not, I wouldn't be thrilled if you disappeared too.
I don't know how far you'll get, but... thank you.
Maybe if you'd been around you would know about this already.
No, wait! <desc>sigh</desc> I do want your help.
Just... let me explain.
They have to know about it.
The hahren complained, and so did I.
They just don't care, or... something worse.
And if you can't, then please just... don't make anything worse.
You don't want to know.
Trust me.
I haven't found anything yet.
I'll take a look around.
There was a key with the note.
I really have no idea.
Maybe out to the front?
I think "why" might be a better question.
I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
Why don't you go inside, if you're so eager?
They're not going to hurt anyone.
And that would be my fault?
My father's missing?
Yes, I heard.
I'm here on Grey Warden business.
Battling the Blight.
Just tell me what's going on.
Hey, slow down!
I could use your help.
What's going on?
Some kind of plague?
I have my own problems, actually.
Just tell me about this damned plague.
Fine.
I'll just go, then.
Maybe there's another way inside?
Does the guard know about this?
Note
Lake Calenhad - No Swimming
Paedan's Orders
This note from Arl Howe congratulates Paedans creative methods in capturing so many Grey Warden supporters.
The arl says the bounty per head will be increased to reflect Paedans stellar performance.
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I... know you've already done a lot for me, but...
I have to ask...
Could you talk to Shianni?
Please, I...
I don't know what's going on here, but I know she's in over her head.
Really?
I don't know what to say!
Thank you!
Maker bless you!
There are mages from Tevinter here, helping to treat it.
But there's something odd going on, though. 
I'll see what I can do.
I don't have time.
Graffiti
What is the meaning of this?
We were told that there would be no interference from the authorities!
You simply fought your way in here to ask questions, did you?
Oh?
An errant group of do-gooders, then?
Oh?
A lone do-gooder, then?
No.
You look like an elf with more curiosity than sense.
You will regret this, you know.
Believe it or not, we have been given dispensation to do our business here.
You Fereldans talk a great deal about how very wrong slavery is, but isn't it funny how quickly the smell of gold overcomes such ideals?
The humans talk a great deal about how very wrong slavery is, but isn't it funny how quickly the smell of gold overcomes such ideals?
Do you have any idea how difficult it is to acquire new blood?
These slaves will fetch an excellent price in the Imperium, and we are paying handsomely for this opportunity.
But enough.
I am here to halt your slaughter, nothing more.
Do we not?
What could you be here for, then, if not to exact righteous retribution?
So this makes us kin?
Don't be a fool.
I am Tevinter first and a servant of the Minrathous Circle second, those are the things that matter.
So I should feel kinship for these sheep?
Don't be a fool.
I am Tevinter first and a servant of the Minrathous Circle second, those are the things that matter.
Indeed?
I am intrigued enough to wonder what brought you here, if not to exact righteous retribution?
You wish to parley, do you?
Hmmm.
Very well.
I will leave it for Caladrius to decide your fate.
Come with me... and be respectful, if you know what's good for you.
No.
I am not about to take you before Caladrius.
I do not believe you intend him anything but harm.
You wish to parley?
You?
An elf?
Oh, that is rich.
I am supposed to believe that you, one of the local sheep, wish to parley?
The time for words is over.
Now we do battle.
I am no fool.
I can see that you are capable.
So be it.
I will let Caladrius deal with you while I fetch the Regent's men.
I suggest you leave while you still can.
Big words from such a small creature.
Let us finish this, then.
I intend to see you pay for the damage you've done, here.
And this is supposed to frighten me?
And I intend to see you pay for the damage you've already done... in blood!
No interference in what?
What is going on, here?
I'm not with the "authorities".
Do I look like one of the "authorities"?
I'm looking for the elves you've brought here!
You're slavers?!
Not so fast.
We don't need to fight.
I meant that you could leave.
Or I could kill you.
Then again, perhaps we do need to fight.
Then step aside, or be my next victim.
I'd certainly like to see you try.
You're an elf!
How can you be a part of this?
I don't really care what you're up to.
I'll explain it to whoever's in charge here.
Wonder elsewhere.
I'm coming through.
It doesn't matter.
You're still dead.
You'd best get out of my way.
Now.
I intend to shut you down even so.
Did you talk to Shianni?
What's going on?
Maybe it's nothing.
I hope she's just being excitable.
We don't need more trouble than we've already had.
I-I wish I could give you something.
Everything I owned was lost to looters after the purge.
Not that I had anything valuable to begin with.
My cousin Shianni could tell you more.
You can't miss her, just look for the angriest woman in the alienage.
I guess the plague's been pretty bad.
I've seen a few sick people, myself, but by the time I got here it seemed to be under control.
I haven't seen her yet.
She thinks healthy people are being taken by the healers.
She said someone named, "Valendrian," is missing.
I'll let you know what I find out.
I spoke with Shianni.
She said that to me as well, but it doesn't make sense.
Why would they lock people inside that house unless they had a reason?
He is?
I didn't realize...
No wonder she's upset.
It's a miracle the alienage hasn't burned to the ground, if he's gone.
Is there some way out of the Alienage besides the gate?
Why shouldn't I be seen with you?
Thank you.
Maker protect you.
Besides crawling over the wall? <desc>Laughs</desc> Come to think of it, there might be.
You did?
Thank you!
What did she say?
There's a back alley that leads to some old rat-trap apartments.
Last year, the owner got picked up by the city watch.
His place had a door that led out to the docks.
He was using it to smuggle in weapons.
I told you about my wedding, right?
Some people think it was my fault that Howe led a purge in here.
If I hadn't tried to attack the arl's son...
Maybe they're right.
Maybe it is my fault.
Or maybe Howe was just bored.
I don't know.
I...
I attacked the arl's son.
It was stupid of me, I know.
He... took something from me.
And I tried to get it back.
I failed.
People think that's what brought on the purge.
Maybe they're right.
Maker watch over you, friend.
Who's there?
Stay away!
What comes next, I wonder?
It's so quiet...
Nobody's coming back, are they?
I told you all I know.
Please, go before they see you!
I can't say nothing.
Please, just go.
I don't want trouble.
Calm down, I just want to ask some questions.
Where are all the people who lived in this building?
Have you seen Tevinters bringing elves through here?
I don't know.
You gotta ask someone else.
I...
I haven't seen nothing.
Please, just leave me alone.
You must have seen what's going on here.
Tell me.
I'm not going to ask twice.
Nothing is going on!
Everything's fine! <desc>Laughs</desc>
You can't bully anything out of me!
Nothing you can do is worse than being the only one left...
Would some coin change your mind?
I don't know, I swear!
I only saw them take people away.
They'll find out I talked, and they'll take me away like the others!
You've got to leave before they see you here!
All right...
I saw them take everyone.
You can't buy me!
They already did! <desc>Laughs</desc>
They took them!
You want to wind up dead?
Talk.
Why were you spared?
Please, I don't know nothing!
I've only seen them take people away.
Because the Maker thinks it's funny?
They think I'm useless.
Everyone does.
Crazy, pathetic, drunk.
Not even good enough to dirty someone's blade.
Took them right out of their beds.
Dragged them down the hallways.
Maker, the little ones crying...
Through the landlord's old office.
They go in there, they never come back.
I saw him.
They marched him through the hall with a bunch of others.
All tied together like pack mules.
They took him through here yesterday.
Looked like a dead man.
Every few days they come back.
It's like a parade, a silent one.
Men and women and children...
You have to go.
They'll be back soon.
They'll find out I talked, and they'll take me, too!
Please, just go!
They took everyone else.
Even the old ones.
The little children...
Where did they take everyone?
What about Valendrian?
Have you seen my father?
Cyrion.
He's an older man.
What else have you seen?
Truth be told, there was always a limit to how long we were going to be able to operate here.
We've paid for many of Loghain's troops, but once the Landsmeet is done we become... inconvenient.
So here is my offer: one hundred sovereigns from you for a letter with the seal of the Teyrn of Gwaren upon it, implicating him in all of this.
Then we leave a few days earlier than planned, with our profits and remaining slaves, unharmed.
'Tis a reasonable enough <emp>starting</emp> offer.
I suggest you look those elves in the eyes before you agree to have them hauled off to slavery, my friend.
I feel dirty.
We're not considering this, are we?
So... do we have a deal?
Even you must admit it's much better than resorting to barbarism, yes?
You're not.
Did I say you were?
I am simply hoping the world is... full of pragmatists, shall we say?
It's legitimate.
Whether or not it will actually help you... of that I cannot say.
Some people will not believe the truth even when it is right in front of them, yes?
Interesting...
For free.
Hmm.
I suppose, if we are allowed to keep <emp>everything</emp> else...
And that's it?
Saving a hundred sovereigns is more important than sparing these poor elves?
If you think I would even take a contract to slay such unfortunates, then you do not truly know me.
So it appears.
It happens, on occasion.
And we bargain with these poor peoples' lives.
How very sad...
An excellent decision.
Men!
Gather the slaves and the chests.
We leave!
Now!
For free? <desc>Laughs</desc> Oh, no, no.
Don't be ridiculous.
Hopefully you have a more serious offer in mind?
Hmmm.
No.
No, I think you are not in a good enough position to make such threats.
We take the slaves, however?
That... is a hard bargain you drive, Warden...
You jest, surely.
You would let them take these elves off to become slaves?
I see.
Anything to defeat the Blight, yes?
Maybe so.
I suppose I should be surprised less than anyone to find you so... flexible.
More difficult than they?
That would be something to see.
I think I am, in fact.
Very nice.
Lovely the bargains we make these days.
<desc>laughs</desc> Look at him sweat.
Men!
Gather the slaves.
We leave!
Now!
Oh no, that won't do.
These elves are worth... well, the entire trip isn't profitable without them, I'm afraid.
Have you anything else to suggest?
No, I suppose not.
I have always been too optimistic for my own good, it's true.
Now that's not much of a <emp>deal</emp>, is it?
<desc>sigh</desc> Let's do this the hard way, then.
Men?
Shall we?
Dinner is usually customary, prior to being thrown over a barrel and ravished like that...
Ahhh no!
We're <emp>paying</emp> them, too?
Very good, then.
Here's the letter, signed and sealed and everything.
Come then, men.
Collect the slaves and the chests!
Off we go!
Ahh, a comedian. <desc>sigh</desc> Let's settle this the hard way, then.
More of an <emp>arrangement</emp>, truth be told.
One that disappears the moment angry, armed intruders storm my abode.
Sarcasm is beneath us both, my dear Warden.
I hope there is a good explanation for this, Devera.
There is, Enchanter.
This intruder fought his way through the courtyard, but claims that he is not here to exact revenge.
There is, Enchanter.
This intruder fought her way through the courtyard, but claims that she is not here to exact revenge.
<desc>Scoffs</desc> And thus you thought it best to bring the Grey Warden directly to me?
Grey Warden?
But...
I...
We are in the company of the royal bastard who would be King, as well.
Tsk.
Have you no sense, my dear?
Listen to that.
A slaver calling <emp>me</emp> a bastard.
I hope you know what you're doing...
Well, what is done is done.
Well met, Grey Warden.
I am Caladrius, and I have heard a great deal about you and... your friends.
Well, what is done is done.
Well met, Grey Warden.
I am Caladrius, and I've heard a great deal about you.
I cannot say.
It was you who asked to be brought to speak with me.
Was it just a ruse, then?
That is my hope, as well.
I said respect!
This is no minion you speak with!
Now, now, is this how we begin?
With bluster?
I was hoping for... civility.
Business is business, my dear Warden.
Even so, your point is made: you do frighten me.
But you also intrigue me.
You dare?
After I brought you?
Foolish, foolish Devera.
What did you expect?
We are the hated foreigners, here.
Are you certain you wish to commit such rash action, Grey Warden?
Look around you.
Surely we can reach some kind of... compromise?
<desc>Sigh</desc> Pity.
It looks as if we shall have to settle this the hard way, then.
My apologies.
Indeed, the talk of all Denerim.
You should get outside a bit more, my dear.
Speak with the locals.
If I accept help from you, how am I better than Loghain?
How do I know this letter of yours is any good?
One hundred sovereigns.
Agreed.
I have a counter-offer.
I'll accept your deal, but you give me the letter for free.
You're an assassin.
Since when do you spare anyone?
I'll do what I have to.
Leave the profits and the letter.
Take your slaves and go.
Why not?
What do I care?
I'm in a difficult position, Zevran.
Just let me do my job.
I didn't think he'd actually accept...
Leave the elves and the letter.
Take your money and go.
You don't really think I'll let you leave with more elves?
I suggest you keep your screaming to a minimum.
You leave everything.
Get out with your hides.
Never mind.
One hundred sovereigns it is.
My offer is this: I kill you and take everything for free.
No deal.
Time to die, slaver.
Don't you have an agreement with Loghain?
Any ally of Loghain's is an enemy of mine.
Time to die.
I'm more interested in killing you.
Just how do you know who I am?
Am I to trade pleasantries with a slaver, now?
No.
I just want to get to the point.
Just a ruse to get closer to you, yes.
I want to know how you've heard of me.
Greetings.
I am hoping we can negotiate.
Then you should know to be frightened of me.
Get to the point, then.
I can bash your head in with civility.
Easy.
As civilized as slavery?
Enough talking.
Time to die.
Let's talk again after I've slaughtered your friends.
That's not going to happen.
Talk fast, then.
Altar
Grey Warden Outpost
A blood sacrifice!
For power!
Enough!
Enough!
It... seems your reputation is an accurate one.
I surrender.
That's quite generous of you, considering your position.
Many thanks.
Wait!
Hear me out, kind ser!
Wait!
Hear me out, dear lady!
Were I to... use the life force of the remaining slaves here, I could... augment your physical health a great deal!
Allow me to leave this place alive and I would be more than happy to do this little service for you.
Hmm, an interesting offer, if a tad messy.
"Little service?" He is talking of blood magic.
Surely you would not consider such a thing?
At the expense of these poor people?
They are innocents!
So this is what we resort to.
How very sad.
Most wise.
So... is my offer of interest to you?
Yes?
Then...
I don't suppose you would consider just letting me go?
Ah.
Well that <emp>is</emp> a shame, isn't it?
And what of the elves this mage would sacrifice?
Are they simply coin to be spent for your favor?
As you like, then.
Perhaps you have a point.
Surely none of my targets were ever so... pathetic.
Blood magic.
It just gets better and better, I see.
A prudent choice, even if such foul magic must be involved.
Then allow me to gather my strength.
You may feel a moment of dizziness...
And we are done.
Now I will go.
Quickly.
Get out of here now.
Leave everything.
Perhaps you should be left to the mercies of these elves?
I suggest you come up with a new offer.
Fast.
Grey Wardens take assistance... whatever the form.
I suppose you're right.
They're not so innocent.
And they'll be dead anyhow if the Blight isn't stopped.
Keep your opinions to yourself.
No, I wouldn't.
No.
It isn't.
No, I don't suppose I would. <act>Attack.</act>
Yes.
It is.
If need be, yes.
An assassin thinks this is too cold-blooded?
Even so, I'm doing this.
Surrender?
I don't think so.
What's this?
Another shipment already?
We weren't--
Wait, you're no Tevinter.
Who are you supposed to be?
Oh no!
I heard of you!
Ahhh!
Attack!
What?
No you're not!
There's nobody relieving us until midnight!
Quick, get them!
Hurry!
Quick, get him!
Hurry!
Quick, get her!
Hurry!
I'm looking for the missing elves.
Who are <emp>you</emp> supposed to be?
I am the Grey Warden, <FirstName/>.
I am here to relieve you.
Weren't you told?
Couldry's Wares
I wager she is robbed of it the moment we leave.
Oh how generous we are today, it appears.
An honorable act.
The blade is worth far more.
To cheat the helpless is hardly honorable.
The helpless need not ask for what is deserved.
The sword is valuable.
"Join the Grey Wardens!
Steal from orphans!" Let's kick a grandmother next, that should make us real popular.
Such a thing of value must be paid for in kind.
If that's the case, we should probably offer the girl something in exchange, no?
That lever over there!
It will release the hounds!
<emp>Find the mage's treasure</emp>
You have recovered one of a set of four items hidden by a Tevinter mage.
The others are buried with several Tevinter generals out in the forest.
Learn Paedan's password
I didn't need them.
Here you go.
Jar
<emp>Find the mage's treasure</emp>
You have recovered two of the items hidden in the forest by the Tevinter mage.
Two more remain.
<emp>Find the mage's treasure</emp>
You have recovered three of the items hidden in the forest by the Tevinter mage.
One item remains to find.
Bann Franderal's Estate part I. (for combat testing only).
Bann Franderal's Estate part . (for combat testing only).
A little more ceremony than I wanted, but let's go!
Let's give them a show, eh Mandar?
Lord Dace will regret his words, Mandar!
Player
Sealed Doors
Jump to  the first party camp.
Uh... cleaning?
I must deal with the Blight.
If I can help you, I will.
I never said I was going anywhere.
I'm just trying to help your people.
<emp>Convince the barkeep to give the militia free drinks</emp>
You've learned that the Redcliffe militia is unhappy because they have to pay for drinks.
The men do not have much coin, and they face the prospect of a gory death.
Ale is their only comfort.
Since Lloyd is no longer manning the bar, perhaps you could arrange for the militia to get their free drinks from Bella.
They're coming!
Get to your positions!
Make ready!
Find sister justine's srolls.
Torn Book
This is part of an apprentice's exercise book.
Wait.
You didn't take the Litany from Niall, did you?
We'll need it to save the mages.
Whatever is going on up there, I don't think we'll have time to go back for the Litany.
Don't forget the Litany.
It will thwart Uldred's attempts to control the mages and win this fight for us.
The Litany!
Use it now!
Uldred's trying something!
Stop him!
He's doing something to the mages!
Use the Litany!
The Litany!
Quickly!
Regulars' Armory
Officers' Armory
Storage
Colonel's Office
Captain's Office
Waiting Room
Prison
<emp>Survive Haven</emp>
Your activities have angered the villagers of Haven, who have attacked you.
Defend yourself, and get to the bottom of all of this.
Ser Gilmore
<emp>Help the chanter</emp>
You answered a request for help found on Chanter Devons' board in Lothering.
There were other pleas, however, and perhaps there is more you can do for the chanter.
<emp>Help the chanter</emp>
You helped Chanter Devons with two notices on his board.
One more plea for help remains.
<emp>Help the chanter</emp>
You came across a chanter's board in Lothering.
Chanter Devons is in charge of the board, which he fills with the villagers' requests for help.
Perhaps you'll be able to help the village with some of its troubles.
Not sorry enough, evidently.
No need to say that you have chosen a man over me.
What?
You thought you might keep both your man as well as myself? 'Tis tempting, but no.
I must say this is new for me, but let us give credit where it is due, shall we?
The assassin certainly has his charms.
If this is what you desire, then go.
By all means.
I would not ask that, were I you.
You're not angry, are you?
Dead Mage
Howe Soldier
Blood
Ooh, look at that.
I don't think it's solid enough to stand on, but it's a start.
That part of the bridge looks like its there, but I don't think it is.
Try something else.
What good is an incorporeal bridge?
Are we supposed to <emp>imagine</emp> ourselves on the other side?
That's unnatural.
Where I come from bridges are either there, or not.
I wouldn't trust that thing to hold my weight.
Does your Andraste have such an excess of followers that she is willing to lure them to their deaths with ghosts and lies?
I can see a bridge, but it is clearly incorporeal.
There's no way to cross on that.
Ooh!
A path that looks like its there, but is really a trap!
I want one!
That's it!
That's an actual bridge piece, right there!
If we can get all the bridge pieces to be solid, we could make it across.
These are like stepping stones, aren't they?
We have to take them one at a time to get across.
Ah, so there's the trick.
Each piece must be made solid in order for one of us to cross.
It looks solid, but be careful.
I don't want to be the one that has to go down there to scrape you off the bottom.
It looks solid enough, but toss a rock before you risk it.
We'll make it across one step at a time.
And here's the first step.
And the piece of bridge <emp>appears</emp> solid.
But perhaps someone else should go first.
<desc>sigh</desc> Why don't we just get one person across and go from there?
Perhaps only one of us needs to go on.
There may be a lever or a switch on the other side, if we're lucky.
I tire of these games.
Let us get one person across and be done with it.
I don't see how we're going to get all of us across.
Maybe only one of us is meant to go on?
It seems to me we will only be able to get one person across.
Perhaps that will be enough.
Hmm.
Perhaps only one of us needs to cross this chasm.
Games are less exciting when no one falls to their death.
Oh well.
Let's just get someone across and be done.
Maker's breath.
Andraste only favored the clever, it seemed.
That was exciting!
Can we do it again?
<desc>snort</desc> Branka would have loved this.
She enjoyed flipping the switches, as you know.
The Blight ravages the land, and here we are playing with switches and stepping stones.
Well, that was fascinating.
How do you think that was accomplished?
Mirrors?
Magic?
I'm sure there's a moral in here somewhere.
Something to do with building bridges with friends or some such.
With the ceremonies over, speak to Bhelen in the Royal Palace and secure his support against the Blight.
With the ceremony over, speak to King Harrowmont in the Chamber of the Assembly and secure his support against the Blight.
Maker, they put a lot of buckles on this thing...
Oh, I see what you're up to.
You think I'm some kind of an idiot?
What's the matter with you?
When I get my hands on you... come back here!
Oh, trying to be tricky, are we?
Hey, where do you think you're going?
<act>Slip past the guard.</act>
<act>Knock out the guard.</act>
<act>Jump the guard.</act>
I'll be right back, Father.
So... any news?
My parents will labor in the army camp, and they'll expect me to do the same, but...
I don't like the idea of being surrounded by human soldiers who haven't seen a woman in months.
I would, but my father would have to believe I have a future here...
Of course, but I can't imagine anyone here has much to spare.
We'd need another three silvers to make it to Highever.
But... that's just dream talk.
Nobody has that much money and if they did why would they give it to us?
W-where did you get this much money?
Never mind, I'm sure not talking you out of this.
Thank you!
Thank you so much!
You saved my family--I love you!
Now I just have to handle the parents...
I don't have much hope.
Do you think you can convince my father?
Well... here's hoping.
We'll be leaving soon, though.
But I...
I guess that's it, then.
Let me talk to him.
Here's ten silvers.
Take it.
Stay here where you belong.
Stay here.
I'll be back if I can find some money.
I'm afraid I can't help.
Good point.
Enjoy entertaining those soldiers.
You may not like it, but they will.
Hey, watch it!
What do you think you're doing?
Why you grimy little...
Summoning Font
They were cast out, twisted and cursed by their own corruption.
They became a Blight upon the lands, unstoppable and relentless.
It may even be too late, for I have seen with my own eyes what lies on the horizon.
I have a little something for everyone.
Always leave them fearing more, I say.
Oh don't pretend to be surprised now.
Like they say, you have to slay the dragon before you get the princess.
No honey, the collar isn't for me.
This is my first time.
What?
Really.
Hey sexy, do you want to take a look at me ditties?
Fell me like the darkspawn and make inroads in the south.
Care to banter with my party member?
Surprisingly proficient with a two-hander.
Abomination.
No way thats natural.
Best of the vein, to be sure.
We can start with a massage or just... !
Trust a woodsman with delicate trim. 
Well, they usually make you leave weapons at the door.
We all need time off, needs met... equipment polished.
I would have done this for free.
I'll give you a spring in your step... if you can walk at all.
Well, aren't we the hardened adventurer.
Think you have experience?
I'm a whole new level.
Ooh, you've been to the Deep Roads before.
Mmm, roll me at your initiative.
A-ha, "Stone-met" indeed.
A dangerous weapon.
Let me sheath it.
Ma serannas, you are good.
I didn't know the Wardens were so proficient. <desc>Moans</desc>
Talk of a tree of the people. <desc>Moans</desc>
Picked up a few qunari traits, have you? <desc>Moans</desc>
Mmm, yeah, thats just... <desc>Shriek!</desc>
Heh, sorry.
Wrong room.
No, no.
I'm done.
You beat me, you sodding bastard.
Yes, whatever you say.
Back in--ach!--line.
That about tears it.
Too late for that, Warden.
Just too sodding late.
Hmph.
I was hoping you'd at least put up a fight.
You smug little bastard.
Make me.
Oh, aye.
That's what I like to hear.
Too late, Warden.
You've had plenty of chances to do things my way, and I'm done waiting.
Holding you back?
Why...
Oh.
You're saying I can go.
Heh.
Just like that, huh? <desc>Laughs</desc> Less punching than I expected.
So long, farewell, and may you be spit-roasted on a sodding pitchfork.
No, Oghren.
I'm done with you. <act>Kill him.</act>
You're leaving?
Do what you feel you need to do.
You're giving up, just like that?
I hate to see you go, but I won't make you stay.
We need you, Oghren.
Even if you and I don't get along.
Whatever you think is fair. 
Then go.
I don't need a drunk dwarf holding us back, anyway.
If you're scared of the darkspawn, you can just say it.
Dwarven Mace
This is a standard dwarven mace, the most common weapon of the rank and file dwarven soldier.
Dwarven Longsword
This is an excellent dwarven blade fashioned from high steel, and thus of finer quality than most human smiths are capable of achieving.
Dagger
This is a simple iron blade.
Lake Calenhad Docks
Sitting in the shadows of the old Imperial Highway, these docks are now the only means to reach the tower.
A small town just off the Imperial Highway, at the edge of the Hinterlands. 
Brecilian Outskirts
The edge of the Brecilian Forest, the dangers of which are well recorded in local legends.
The depths of a sprawling forest as ancient as any in Thedas.
Brecilian Ruins
A strange ruin dating back to the Imperium, now completely overgrown.
Fereldens largest city and main port, it is also the location of the royal palace.
A range of dramatic peaks that stretch across western Ferelden, forming a natural border with Orlais.
Village of Haven
A remote village nestled in the mountains, it is not even marked on most maps.
Party Camp
The current party campsite.
A seemingly abandoned temple carved into the side of a mountain.
The current hideout of a band of qunari mercenaries.
A fishing village on the shores of Lake Calenhad.
A fortress high above the village, the home of Arl Eamon Guerrin.
Circle Tower
Rising out of the middle of Lake Calenhad, this tower is the home of Fereldens Circle of Magi.
<desc>Pleasured groan</desc>
I've changed my mind.
We're not doing this.
<desc>A statue of Andraste lies defiled.
There is a small glass phylactery in the base, somehow sealed within the otherwise solid stone carving.</desc>
<desc>The door opens a crack in response to your knock.
There is a light breeze, like a change in pressure.</desc>
<desc>A large shadow nods.
A pouch of coins appears in exchange.</desc>
<desc>The door closes.</desc>
<desc>The door closes curtly.</desc>
<act>Present the small painted box.</act>
I'm looking for Red Jenny.
You had business in the Circle Tower?
Tombed in the earth of this grave.
Here lies a man with few regrets and many ailments.
In memory of Andrew Farrell, captain of the Ostagar tower guard, and champion of the Lothering Brew Fest.
The did it...
Waiting to respawn... 9... 8...
<emp>Return to the rendezvous point</emp>
You have the legendary Shield of Aeducan in your hands.
It is time to return to the rendezvous point at the crossroads where you will meet your brother Trian and kill him for plotting against you.
Then you can display your glorious discovery to the king and his lords.
Gravestone
Here lies Clyde.
His life was full.
Fell through the world at 1034, 7432.
He wanted a mabari.
I said keep it fed, and he didn't listen.
Now he's here.
In memory of Chris, who died in a crunch.
Sensal Gaheris, 775-798, 798-801, 801-805, 805-807, 807-808 (), " "--378347 	: Building 7.
Great-great-great-grandfather Gygax.
Cori May: Here I stay.
Mary Tudge: "Always take the high road."
A Ferret by any other name--would he still stink?
: Needs writing pass.
I've got nothing.
In loving memory of multiplayer.
Horses, capes, barbarians...  R.I.P.
Jim "I can do axes too" the sword swallower.
In memory of John Doe, human commoner.
Jennifer Hepler: Queen of the dwarves.
T.O.
Hanoi: Unloved, unmourned.
In memory of Aluvian Darkstar, who fought the darkspawn horde relentlessly for four years.
I told you I was sick.
Summoning the First
Then I know what we must do.
<desc>The guard seems to be ignoring you.</desc>
Summoning the Second
Summoning the Third
Summoning the Fourth
I'm not sure there is any other way.
Tome of Spirit Personages
Summoning Sciences
Spirit Hog
Leave me be, I'm thinking.
Huh.
This looks easy to swallow.
I'll give it a look.
Stuff's not as hard to figure out as I thought.
Do they hate what I hate?
Because I prefer that.
All right, all right, just leave me alone.
You look like you need your fears reinforced.
Read this or suffer forever.
That's a long time.
Heard the word of the Maker?
Redemption is yours, if you're man enough.
Maker take you!
To understanding.
Fade Portal
In memory of our thane, Kenneth.
Bastard.
In memory of the Lohs, forever frozen in never-ending winter nights.
Questing for the Blackrock Sword.
Be back soon. --378842 	: Poor Elbrun: She couldn't even make it as a male blacksmith.
In memory of Jessica, master croqueteer.
She died in the upper Blattmosphere.
Someone get this rock off me!
Made it through greenlight approval--took a bit longer than expected. --Ray
In memory of Andy, peperony, and chease.
Ross Gardner: Fearless, hairy, and thoroughly exhausted.
Once they have you, Hip deep in mad Nugs, Our screams deafen their keen ears, We will be nug poop.
Post hoc ergo propter hoc.
You summoned and defeated the biggest of the creatures the Circle mages allow their apprentices to manipulate.
In memory of Markus, of the Grey Gardens.
We didn't even know who he was or where he was from.
Here lies spam.
Good riddance, and may you never haunt us again.
Sheryl was not buried here.
She was cremated.
<emp>Talk to the dwarves.</emp>
Bodahn and Sandal, the two dwarves from outside of Lothering, seem to have pulled their wagon to the outskirts of the camp.
You should talk to them both to see what services they can offer.
While Bodahn is a well-stocked merchant, his boy Sandal offers something more valuable--enchantment.
He can engrave runes onto your weapons, making them more damaging, imbuing them with elemental powers or other mysterious effects.
Enchantment
There are three ninjas on this tombstone.
Can you find them?
<summary>On unity within the Circle.</summary>
Arguments between the various fraternities have become more frequent and heated.
I have alerted the College of Magi in Cumberland that this needs to be addressed in coming debates, but I fear relations with the Chantry may distract them.
I am confident that I can appease the Aequitarians and Loyalists, but the Libertarians are proving divisive.
Are the Isolationists even interested in speaking?
The threat of Blight has actually served some good in unifying us under a common cause, but it does not bode well that any given table in the Great Hall is likely to be ideologically weighted against its neighbor.
We can be such a moody bunch staring over our tea.
<attrib>--Excerpt from First Enchanter Irving's notes on unity</attrib>
Circles Within Circles
Let us be on our way.
But there is work to be done, and I have talked enough for now.
Er... let's move on.
I'd like to hear another tale.
But they must be hard to catch and... oh, just ignore me.
I'm so silly sometimes.
Let's just go.
Come.
Let's move on.
But come, it is getting late and there is much to be done.
I know where they are.
I know where he is.
The Grey Warden is in possession of a ring that allows me to locate him.
Getting to him, however, is quite something else...
Bloody Plains
I'm telling you guys, it's a test like the summoning.
Why else would lessons be canceled?
And that outburst in the library with Uldred?
An older tome fell to a page on "the Reaching." I copied what I could before they pushed us out. 
Ritual note:
A sword lowered, to strike through and ground.
You can't tell me I wasn't supposed to see that.
It's too convenient.
I'm looking for more, and you'd be smart to help.
<attrib>--Gant</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
No, no, no, and stop asking!
I'm not getting in trouble because of you again.
I don't care what's in the basement, and neither do the senior magi.
Everything is about Uldred and the upper floors.
I don't know what you're digging up, but those tomes are way older than our lesson texts.
An apprentice shouldn't touch them!
Ritual Note:
The threads burned before a Giant, spear raised.
He stands alone, so whispers are known false.
<attrib>--Nolan</attrib>
<desc>Scribbled in corner</desc>
Don't need him.
Owain knew "Reaching:"
<center>*****</center>
First Enchanter Dorval fell suddenly to a disease of the lungs.
This unfortunate disruption in the direct line of descent from tower founding should be treated as opportunity.
The Circle will reform practices to better address the times.
Many rituals remain valuable, but some--The Two Bells, Garnold's Lament, Watchguard of the Reaching, Benford Da--have little or no meaning in our texts.
We will move forward, as Dorval would have wished, and commit these and other ceremonies to the age we have left.
With no plan of estate, his belongings have been transferred into the common library for the benefit of all.
<attrib>--Excerpt: <title>Circle of Magi Declaration, Kinloch Hold Transitional</title>, 5:90 Exalted</attrib>
<desc>Scribbled in corner</desc>
"Reaching" again!
And old!
They don't know!
Idiots!
Wards weaken!
<center>*****</center>
Today we passed even further, far beyond any reach of man.
The inverted glow of the Black City was always on the horizon of perception, but a path eludes, as always.
Untraveled in memory, living or otherwise, there is a pull, and whispers abound.
Something great is there.
And away from this, always in peripheral, another mind, untethered.
Tomorrow I will reach out with my full attention, and try to rescue him from his listing.
Can someone else have come this far?
The wonders we will share.
Ritual note:
The vessel in hand, words from another time drip literal power.
Documents of the Reaching, estimated second century, Ancient
First enchanter appointed Watchguard of the Reaching, to be held in secret
<desc>Scribbled in corner</desc>
"Reaching!" Before the Circle!
Someone else in the Fade?
I want this!
<center>*****</center>
His silver cord transmuted black.
Black!
There is no wonder his form shattered.
What returned was not of the mortal, nor native Fade.
Does an afterthought prove the gods when direct action is long missing?
There is no purpose to this beast.
Let the strength of the tower wither it and memory pass.
The only legacy to be taught: Stay focused within the Fade.
Whims escape to their own action.
Ritual note:
A sword raised, to sever connection.
Documents of the Reaching, estimated second century, Ancient
First enchanter appointed Watchguard of the Reaching, to be held in secret
<desc>Scribbled in corner</desc>
Cord?
Peasant magic!
Must know.
Can almost see.
Whispers want!
<center>*****</center>
<desc>Hastily scribbled</desc>
Whisper says Great Hall?
Hidden above us the whole time!
-The vessel in hand, words from another time drip literal power. (Put on bowl!)
-A sword raised, to sever connection. (Cord cut!)
-A sword lowered, to strike through and ground. (Bile!)
-The threads placed before a warrior, spear raised.
Shielded from each side, so whispers are known false. (Where is this?
It whispered order, but not where!
It's in my head!)
<center>*****</center>
<emp>Shah Wyrd</emp>
A collection of powerful but undirected thoughts coalesced in the Fade.
Such a being is in direct opposition to singular focus and drive.
Distraction made flesh.
The mind or minds that loosed this within the Fade must have been powerful and ancient indeed.
Watchguard of the Reaching
The chaos in the tower has allowed an apprentice to stumble across something ancient and hidden.
Find all of his notes to reveal a possible secret in the tower.
A low rumble signals the lowering of ancient protections.
Something is free in the lowest levels of the tower.
However old it was, the creature discovered in the Reaching has been destroyed.
<summary>On a hiding place.</summary>
Maker's wind, Daarci, I said I'd wait, but it's not just a disagreement!
Uldred set abominations loose!
One was in my mentor's robe!
If you make it here, something in "the spot" may help you out.
No point in hiding it from the senior mages now, and dont worry about Denri's usual fee for moving his bed.
He's dead. 
<attrib>--Apprentice Mand</attrib>
The Spot
I have the utmost sympathy for what happened to your charge, but it is beyond the Circle's ability to anticipate every obscure demise that an apprentice might face, especially involving methods outside the already extensive realm of magical study.
We simply don't have the room for additional training facilities, and there are concerns about becoming too inclusive that I will not elaborate on.
Your request is denied.
<attrib>--First Enchanter Sinclair</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
If space is your excuse, I will surrender my quarters.
If it is about money, I will hire the appropriate people.
I will not graduate another student ignorant of weapons that any ditch-digger can shove into his ribs.
We teach them to append ridiculous glamours on parade arms, but they don't know simple steel.
That is criminal.
<attrib>--Enchanter Bergin</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
Notice herewith that the exercise area on the fourth floor shall serve as permanent berthing for the templar garrison stationed at the tower.
Since facilities that accommodate their particular training requirements are already on hand, they will be assuming an even closer watch over Circle affairs.
Enchanter Bergins optional weapons training is canceled until further notice.
Enchanter Bergin has additionally stepped down from teaching duties.
<attrib>--First Enchanter Sinclair</attrib>
Extracurricular Studies
<summary>A notice of censure.</summary>
Notice of Censure
Templar Drass, your remarks in front of the recruits are only the latest in a series of troubling events.
I am beginning to suspect that you may not be suited to the devotional requirements of training.
Perhaps it is time for a personal evaluation of your career path within the templars.
I will schedule some time after the current deployment to discuss options elsewhere in the organization.
<attrib>--Attendant Cerand, assistant to Knight-Commander Greagoir</attrib>
<desc>A note is scribbled in the corner.</desc>
"Attendant who?
Options?
Code for dead-end duty on a hedge-mage hunt in the Bannorn."
Desire and Need
Uldred will show us the way.
Finally, recognition within the Circle and freedom from the scornful eye of the templars.
We will not be shunned.
Be ready.
<attrib>--Enchanter Gravid, Libertarian<attrib>
<center>*****</center>
Rodercoms Uncommon Calling
The time is drawing near.
Uldred has brought his intentions to light and a confrontation is all but inevitable.
We will separate or walk with our brothers, but we will be free. 
<attrib>--Enchanter Boson, Libertarian</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
If blood must be shed and used, so be it.
I will follow when he calls.
The yoke must be released, whatever the cost.
<attrib>--Enchanter Prist, Libertarian</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
I have spoken to him directly.
His intentions are that we will demand the templars withdraw.
I don't know that I am willing to follow, but I will be present to hear his argument.
<attrib>--Enchanter Fonst, Aequitarian</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
Madness!
I doubt blood will be of use to you if it is flowing down the tower steps.
Step away from this folly, before it consumes us all.
<attrib>--Enchanter Luvan, Loyalist</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
The call is made.
We will stride out of here with pride in our step, regardless of the outcome.
This is for the good of the Circle.
Uldred will see to it.
<attrib>--Libertarian Rhonus</attrib>
Promises of Pride
The Low Road
Desolate Highway
Magus Gorvish
Tome Deus vi Eternus
In malefectorum, dragos te' ventim.
Solariat ven deos mentoris, pluratic ven contrivarian. 
Spake he the words, and brought life.
Speak you the words... ascension. 
Answers lie in... <desc>text illegible</desc>
<desc>Notes on the page below</desc>
Here I begin my study, knowing full well it will change the Circle forever.
Let history mark the date that this work began, 9:29 Dragon, so that when new calendars are put to paper, the date Fonst 0.0 is known with certainty.
From the mouths of gods, finally to the people.
Through me.
<attrib>--Enchanter Fonst</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
Tome Deus vi Eternus 
In malefectorum, dragos te' ventim.
Solariat ven deos mentoris, pluratic ven contrivarian. 
Spake he the words, and brought life.
Speak you the words... ascension. 
Answers lie in... <desc>text illegible</desc>
<desc>Notes on the page below</desc>
479 sovereigns, plus favors.
Immortality worth every coin.
Words of creation, proof of Maker.
No one must know until translations are complete!
I will have First Enchanter... the ear of kings...
I will <emp>own</emp> kings!
Glory everlasting!
<attrib>--Enchanter Modalt</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
Tome Deus vi Eternus 
In malefectorum, dragos te' ventim.
Solariat ven deos mentoris, pluratic ven contrivarian. 
Spake he the words, and brought life.
Speak you the words... ascension. 
Answers lie in... <desc>text illegible</desc>
<desc>Notes on the page below</desc>
Notes on a wondrous discovery:
A strange script.
Uniform, by steady hand.
Yes, one would expect an agent of the Maker to be steady.
In fact, it follows all my expectations of the words the Maker would bestow.
It is perfect, and once translated, I will have such fun lording this over the Chantry.
Worth every bit.
<attrib>--Enchanter Gaius</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
Tome Deus vi Eternus
In malefectorum, dragos te' ventim.
Solariat ven deos mentoris, pluratic ven contrivarian. 
Spake he the words, and brought life.
Speak you the words... ascension. 
Answers lie in... <desc>text illegible</desc>
<desc>Notes on the page below</desc>
Maker take the vendor, <emp>a copy</emp>! <emp>A fake</emp>! 
Why didn't I see?
It was obvious!
Spake?!
Laughing stock! 
No one must know! 
Beyha Joam--I find him; <emp>I'll kill him</emp>!
<center>*****</center>
Tome Deus vi Eternus
In malefectorum, dragos te' ventim.
Solariat ven deos mentoris, pluratic ven contrivarian. 
Spake he the words, and brought life.
Speak you the words... ascension. 
Answers lie in... <desc>text illegible</desc>
<desc>Notes on the page below</desc>
The words elude me, but I will defy their obstinateness.
Worked by the Old Gods or the Maker himself, I will wring their secrets into my hands.
I need the essence of the powerful.
And the pure.
And so begins a bloody road, but at the end, godhood, the keys to the Black City.
<attrib>--Enchanter Rhonus</attrib>
Five Pages, Four Mages
<summary>On regrets.</summary>
I won't go back.
Let them hunt, and dread finding me.
But you, Melis, should not live this life.
It would please me if you found a life in the Circle Tower.
I left a few things there, mostly stolen from the enchanters.
Sell them to fund a new path.
The cache is in the study area, middle alcove.
Goodbye.
<attrib>--Bel Gruce</attrib>
Maleficarum Regrets
Stop wasting time, Warden.
I'm not here to chat.
<summary>A note from the Friends of Red Jenny.</summary>
The task was never promised to be easy.
You said you could enter the Circle Tower, and you were believed.
Find the small painted box in First Enchanter Irving's office and deliver it to the door marked in Denerim as agreed, or be prepared to find yourself hunted across Ferelden.
<attrib>--Friends of Red Jenny</attrib>
<desc>There is a sketched map of several doors.
It requires the box to be placed on it to block out false leads.</desc>
You have acquired the small painted box, as requested by the Friends of Red Jenny.
The reward, whatever it is, is waiting off the Market District in Denerim.
You delivered the small painted box to the Friends of Red Jenny, whoever they are.
<summary>On Irving's mistake.</summary>
I followed another apprentice through supposed secret maneuvers today, and exposed her tendency towards blood magic.
The environment of the tower is such that certain modes of thought are encouraged, both for good and ill.
The students think we toy with them.
The truth is far more intricate and directed.
Deviant traits must be exposed early, or the whole of the Circle suffers.
Uldred has been very helpful in identifying the markers to look for.
His skills at misdirection are admirable.
I daresay that the apprentices would be shocked at his ability to manipulate them.
I must organize a retreat such that the other enchanters can benefit from his skills.
<attrib>--Excerpt from the journal of First Enchanter Irving</attrib>
Irving's Mistake
<emp>Binding the First Corpse Walker</emp>
Let the dead no longer serve your whim.
Bound by your true name, no mortal hand shall reach you.
Cale Viazagat, revenant and perversion of an only son. 
Death beyond death is no longer your stepping stone through the Veil.
Andraste hold you, demon, and bind your rage for eternity.
<desc>Six thumbprints in blood mark the end of the text.</desc>
<center>*****</center>
The Black Vials
Newer Encounters (Used to be Repeatable encounters)
Newer Encounters
Darkspawn 3
Beasts
Wolves
Elvorn's Grande Bestiary
Common Table Carving Spot
Spiritorum Etherialis
Novice Phylactery
Bereskarn
Warning: Wolves frequent this area
Caution: Traps laid for wolves
More!
Guards, take this... filth away!
The ancient smithy of Caridin, the dwarven Paragon renowned for creating the lost art of making golems.
A smaller thaig that has been abandoned to the darkspawn.
The Dead Trenches
The Fortress of Bownammar, once home to the mighty Legion of the Dead and abandoned to the darkspawn only with great regret.
Aeducan Thaig
Once home to Orzammar's most powerful clan, this thaig's loss was a great blow to the dwarves.
Caridin's Cross
A crossroads within the Deep Roads, named after the ancient Paragon smith.
City Gates
The entrance to Denerim, now overrun with darkspawn.
The besieged district of the city belonging to the elves. 
What remains of Denerim's normally bustling trade center. 
The central part of Denerim and home to the Royal Palace, there seem to be many battles going on here.
Fort Drakon
Built into the side of the mountain, the fortress's towers are the highest points in Denerim.
Built into the side of the mountain, the city was built around this ancient fortress.
An enormous estate, residence of the current Arl of Denerim.
The Alienage
The walled-off district that is home to Denerim's elven population.
Home to Denerim's bustling trade traffic.
Arl of Redcliffe's Estate
The Denerim estate belonging to Arl Eamon.
Royal Palace
The seat of Ferelden's rulers and the location of the Landsmeet.
Dark Alley
A dark alleyway in one of the more prominent areas of Denerim.
One of many filthy alleyways in the poor Docks District.
A seldom-traveled back road amongst the warehouses of the Docks District.
One of Denerim's fancier brothels.
Ransom Drop Location
A pre-arranged spot in a quiet neighborhood.
Bann of West Hill's Estate
A large warehouse at the edge of the Alienage district.
This building appears to be conspicuously deserted, within an otherwise well-populated district.
Weisshaupt Fortress
The Raw Fade
A Nightmare
The Burning Tower
The Darkspawn Invasion
The Mages Asunder
The Templar's Nightmare
Inner Sanctum
The savage wetlands of the south, this wilderness is the source of the darkspawn Blight.
Denerim Palace
A ruined fortress, Ostagar has stood since the time of the ancient Tevinter Imperium.
The Dragon's Lair
The Elven Tombs
Werewolf Lair
East Brecilian Forest
Redcliffe Dungeons
Press forward!
Which combat?
Which Combat?
Combat Pass Debug
Ser Landry's Attack.
Ser Landry's Second
<summary>A confusing note.</summary>
"Mass will have an effect," he says.
As long as it lifts us out, I figure.
Should have specified "within my lifetime."
"Gives us time to talk", he says.
"How's a dwarf get named Shepard?"
Up yer shaft.
"No really, because blah, blah, blah."
Axe answers, but I still hear him.
Drip... ground. 
Drip... ground.
Worse than his talking.
Think I'll drop out for some air.
Excerpt: Dwarven Verse in One Volume
Selection: Load Limit Reached
Anonymous scratching recovered from a cage hoist... eventually.
Load Limit Reached
Craftsman
Look at this.
It is the hardened sap of a tree native to this forest.
It's been something of a lucky charm for me, and now I want you to have it.
I tried to look her up the last time we were at Lake Calenhad.
She wasn't at work at the inn.
At home with her sick mother, they said.
I figured it was just the ancestors telling me something... but I keep thinking about her.
We can go back.
You gave Bann Alfstanna Irminric's signet ring but refused to tell her Irminric's whereabouts.
Perhaps that was unwise.
In times such as these, one must suspect even his neighbor of the darkest dealings, lest they cast a shadow upon those who labor under the light.
I, Jubasto, have heard tell of a cabal of maleficarum performing rituals in the dark near my sanctum, and I certainly wish to see them brought to justice for their dark deeds.
I hesitate, however, to accuse them of foul sorcery without a full understanding of the trappings, ritual, and appearance the dark magic requires. 
The writings of the hated maleficarum Banastor should be suitable.
Should a courier be available to procure me copies of the Scrolls of Banastor, I would be appropriately grateful. 
Find five Scrolls of Banastor and return them to the mages' collective.
You found five Scrolls of Banastor.
Return to the mages' collective for your reward.
You brought five Scrolls of Banastor to the mages' collective.
Finish The Pearl quest. (This will only set the flag).
Crimson Oars Mercenary
To align with the power of the Fade is but the first of many steps.
Further is to align the mind to the Fade's rules and find the ties between the realm of dream and the realm of flesh.
This is the true power of blood magic: The flesh and the mind are inseparable, and therein lies the power to influence and control minds.
<desc>Below the text are indecipherable runes and stains of blood and ink.</desc>
<center>*****</center>
Others may speak of the sanctity of the mind.
To those who know the true power of the blood, this is foolishness.
The mind is no more sacred than the knee, the small toe, or the ear.
It is man's organ of reasoning, nothing more.
And true reasoning requires connection to the rhythm of the blood, the tireless pounding of life.
Interrupt this, and even the mind is yours to control.
<desc>Below the text is a diagram of a blood magic ritual in progress, with no notation or description.</desc>
<center>*****</center>
In the Fade dwell creatures both foul and fair, but all plague mankind with lusts and prides incalculable in our waking hours.
Our power attracts them, and for good reason: Our unique bridge between flesh and dreams is one way they can enter the realm of flesh.
To begin the path to true power, court these poor, terrible creatures and best them.
Force them into servitude or pledge your heart to them.
Either way, you gain immense power and the means with which to tear holes in the world.
<desc>Below the text, scribbled in the margin, are arcane symbols drawn with blood.</desc>
<center>*****</center>
The creatures, these demons, require little in the way of bribery.
Their natural state is one of longing for the world of flesh and blood.
This is what you offer them: respite from their eternal search for true life.
Engage them in a battle of wills, and you will be successful.
Should you fail, the power will be yours, but your body will belong to the demon.
Relish this infernal power while it lasts, for once you are an abomination, your demon half will soon swallow your mind.
<desc>Below is a litany of lines written in an arcane, forgotten language, indecipherable to all but the most obsessed of linguists.</desc>
<center>*****</center>
Finally, once you have come to ascend, have tasted the sweet nectar of the demonic blessing, rise anew, ascended, as a god.
Through the connection between earth and sky, flesh and dream, blood and memory, you have risen above the petty concerns of the Chantry and her minions, past the notice of secular nobles and their petty squabbles.
Through the rituals inscribed in these scrolls, you have mastered the minds of others, braved the temptations of the Fade, and quashed the terrible will of demons.
Let no murder or theft weigh upon your mind, as your will is absolute, and the world is yours to claim.
<desc>Below the text are more arcane glyphs, terrible and dark in their implications.</desc>
The Scrolls of Banastor
Disaster!
So consumed have I been in my personal projects that I have neglected to collect vital components of the herbal remedy I use to sharpen my mind for thoughts of the other world!
Without it, I am ruined.
Ruined!
I will humbly reward any who bring me ten bundles of Deep Mushrooms.
With this, I can continue on my quest for enlightenment with a clear mind and fewer bouts with drowsiness and indigestion.
May he who accepts this request be showered in riches and love from the Maker's heart for this noble and selfless act!
This is literally my salvation!
Bring ten bundles of Deep Mushrooms to the mages' collective.
You brought ten bundles of Deep Mushrooms to the mages' collective.
Herbal Magic
There comes a time in each young mages life that he must strike forth from beneath the shadow of his mentor.
For my three young and unremarkable apprentices, this time is now.
He who accepts this calling takes it upon himself to deliver documents of congratulations to my apprentices, who will no doubt be uninformed as to the contents of the missive.
The apprentices names are Starrick, Aleena, and Sheth.
I have cleverly sent them away from my abode so that they may receive this information in a public place, thus guaranteeing the safety of my willing courier.
You will find two of them in Denerim.
The other is procuring a slightly rarer item from Orzammar.
And be sensitive.
I would not wish harm upon their delicate feelings.
Find the three apprentices and give each of them a Notice of Termination.
You will find two of them in Denerim.
The other is procuring a slightly rarer item from Orzammar.
You have delivered all three Notices of Termination.
Return to the mages collective for a reward. 
You delivered all three Notices of Termination, making three young mages rather unhappy in the process.
Notice of Termination
<summary>A letter of termination.</summary>
My dear apprentice,
I have sent this courier with this note to officially end your period of apprenticeship.
I harbor you no ill will, for despite your complete incompetence, you have failed to do lasting harm to myself or my work.
Sadly, I will not have a chance to witness your floundering attempts at improvement.
When you return from your current errand, your apprenticeship will be over.
Now, hurry, I have dire need of the supplies I sent you to procure.
Sincerely, 
<attrib>--The mage Terraster</attrib>
Letter of Termination
Yes?
Make it quick.
What is it?
I have work to do.
This ought to be interesting.
Such diction.
This man is a true scholar and rhetorician!
I am honored to be fired by one such as he!
Good day!
Strange.
Let's see this.
I knew it!
I gave that man the best seven weeks of my life!
Well, I guess he won't have me to push around anymore!
Ha!
Ugh.
I knew this would happen.
Just when I was starting to get good.
Well, thanks, I guess.
I have a note here from your master.
Nothing.
Farewell.
Find the remaining apprentices and give each of them a Notice of Termination.
Two of them can be found in Denerim.
The other is procuring a slightly rarer item from Orzammar.
Hear me and obey: My power waning, I, Krebulash the Epithet, require a reconnection to the mystic places I have left behind.
You, the bearer of this note, shall travel to these places and trace upon them my personal glyphs, claiming their eldritch energies for my own.  You will come upon sites of mystic power in the ancient places of the world: the Brecilian Forest, the Deep Roads, the heart of Denerim, and near the base of the Circle Tower.
Find and activate four mystical sites of power, located in the Brecilian Forest, the Deep Roads, Denerim, and the Circle Tower.
You found and activated the four mystical sites of power.
Return to the mages collective for your reward. 
You found and activated the four mystical sites of power for the mages collective.
Places of Power
My worst fears have been realized: A band of devilish maleficarum are performing their profane rituals within close proximity to my own sanctum! 
This cannot stand.
I, Jubasto, charge he who accepts this request to destroy the fiends before their evil brings unwanted attention from either templars or demons to my back door!
Travel to the Brecilian Forest and slay these blasphemers!
Travel to the Brecilian Forest and slay the cabal of maleficarum.
You have slain the maleficarum.
Return to the mages' collective for your reward.
You have slain the maleficarum for the mages collective.
Thy Brother's Killer
The collective is saddened at the absence of the great mage Renold.
Our friend has not been seen in quite some time, and our gatherings are the lesser for the loss of his tales of ribald exploits and the aroma of his delicious twice-baked meat pies.
Renold was last seen traveling in the direction of the Brecilian Forest.
Oh, how he did so love the outdoors!
Anyone who returns with evidence of the whereabouts of the beloved mage Renold will be rewarded. 
Find Renold and return to the collective with news of his whereabouts.
He was last seen traveling toward the Brecilian Forest.
You found Renolds body, along with the abomination that killed him.
Renolds journal tells the tale of his last days.
Return to the collective for your reward.
You returned to the mages' collective with news of Renolds death.
Have You Seen Me?
<summary>A plea from a mage.</summary>
Should you find this note, I beg you, please complete my task.
I am Renold, master mage and mentor to the misguided fool, Heshir.
It seems that my young apprentice got mixed up in magic unmentionable, for which I pledged to pursue him to the ends of the world. 
If you are reading this, then my apprentice caught up to me and choked from me my last breath.
I beg you to delve into this ancient elven forest and end the threat of the abomination my beloved apprentice has become.
Should you do this, then I beg you, keep the feldspar ring you find on my apprentice's finger as a token of my thanks.
And may you never know profound failure such as that I feel as I write this.
<attrib>--Renold</attrib>
Renold's Plea
This collective is only successful at the pleasure of the templars.
Their continued devotion to our safety requires certain concessions on our part.
In the interest of renewing our relationship with these fine and generous agents of the Maker, we ask that a willing man or woman of character grace our good friends with the gift of lyrium.
Procure 10 lyrium potions and offer them up to Knight-Commander Harrith in Redcliffe.
Procure and deliver 10 lyrium potions to Knight-Commander Harrith in Redcliffe.
You have delivered 10 lyrium potions to Knight-Commander Harrith.
Return to the mages' collective for your reward.
You procured 10 lyrium potions and gifted them to Knight-Commander Harrith.
The relationship between the templars and the mages' collective is secure.
A Gift of Silence
You were asked to deliver 10 lyrium potions to Knight-Commander Harrith on behalf of the mages' collective.
If mages giving questionable "gifts" to templars doesn't seem right, you can go to Knight-Commander Tavish in Denerim and testify about the bribe, with the lyrium potions as evidence.
You turned in the 10 lyrium potions as evidence of the mages collectives dubious relationship with Knight-Commander Harrith.
Justice Must Be Served
Oh?
Oh!
Yes, of course.
I'll see to this matter personally.
Consider it handled, my friend.
And good day.
Oh?
Wonderful!
I always appreciate correspondence from my upstanding friends in the collective.
On behalf of myself and my men, I thank you.
I'll make sure the collective's generosity is reciprocated.
On your way, now.
I have a package for you from the mages' collective.
I have a gift for you from the mages' collective.
Turn your attention elsewhere.
My business does not concern you.
Testimonies?
Ah!
Yes.
As I suspected.
My superiors will be very interested in this evidence.
I think you have spelled the end of the mages' collective.
Have a well-earned rest, my friend.
You have done the Maker's work.
I doubt that.
Hmm.
Yes, you are right.
This is very interesting.
I'll take this note from you... and I'll confiscate this lyrium as evidence.
You have done a great thing here, friend.
Those rogue mages' days are numbered.
Thank you.
And farewell.
I have a package of testimonies for you to read.
I have something you might be interested in.
Which of the following did you do?
Is he voting for you?
Did you tell Alfstanna or hold out for a bribe?
I rescued Oswyn.
I rescued Vaughan.
No. (No effect on the Landsmeet).
I found Irminric.
Held out for bribe.
Told Alfstanna.
Enough, on to the Landmseet.
The activities of the maleficarum on my doorstep did not go unnoticed, and now I am in danger of being brought before the templars myself!
A small band of drifters claim to have seen me practicing forbidden arts, and they have left to deliver testimony of my alleged deeds to the Chantry!
I ask the mages' collective to find and stop these false witnesses by any means necessary.
They were traveling on along the road from Lothering to Denerim, where their lies will seal my fate.
Track down and stop a small group of adventurers from giving false testimony of alleged blood magic.
You tracked down the adventurers and put a stop to their questionable testimony.
Return to the mages' collective for your reward.
You tracked down a small band of adventurers and put a stop to their questionable testimony.
Careless Accusations
What's the deal?
Did you say you wanted to kill Loghain? (Anora will betray you.)
I made a deal with Anora.
Alistair and Anora are getting married.
I'm supporting Anora for the throne.
I'm marrying Anora.
You tracked down a small group of adventurers to stop them from delivering their testimony, but you let them go free.
Rough travels out here, eh?
We even saw darkspawn on the way in!
We're delivering a message to the Chantry in Denerim.
You?
<desc>Laughs</desc> I thought you said...
Wait.
You're serious?
Hey... no need to get pushy.
We were just in it for the experience.
Er, I suppose that's all right.
As long as it gets there.
Stay safe!
You look pretty tough, but we just fought darkspawn.
I think we can handle a few losers in armor.
We saw a blood mage down near the Brecilian Forest.
We're off to tell the Chantry about him. 
Thanks!
We're heading out.
Stay safe!
Right!
Darkspawn!
We killed a whole band of them on the way up from Lothering.
Rough travels out there.
Where are you going?
I'm here to stop you.
Absolutely.
Turn around now and just go home.
Why not let us deliver your message?
Dead serious.
What's the message about?
I see.
Well, good luck with that.
Darkspawn.
You don't say.
While they tend to be careful and judicious in their use of force, the templars do, indeed, make mistakes.
I understand that several relatives of our friends among the collective will soon become targets of the Chantry, and while I trust that this will not lead to lasting harm for those innocents, I wish to ensure that those targeted are fairly warned and evacuated before the Chantry can send its message.
I ask that a noble soul take the bundle of vials attached to this missive and find the four homes the Chantry is likely to target in Denerim.
Mark the front door of each home with the goats blood from the vials.
Those relatives will understand the message and evacuate before the Chantry can threaten them. 
Go to the four homes of accused blood mage relatives in Denerim.
Select the front door of each home to smear a vial of goats blood on it.
Once all four homes are marked, return to the collective for your reward.
You have marked the front doors of all four families accused of being related to blood mages.
Return to the collective for your reward.
You have marked the front doors of all four families accused of being related to blood mages.
Let the Chantry come; those families will be safe.
Blood of Warning
We have intercepted messages on their way to the Chantry in Denerim listing a number of our friends among the collective as suspected blood mages.
Should they reach Knight-Commander Tavish, it could spell doom for our humble group of simple mages.
We seek a loyal and discreet courier to see to it that these testimonies find their way to the generous and pious Knight-Commander Harrith in Redcliffe rather than to the notoriously inflexible Denerim Chantry. 
Deliver the Bundled Testimony to Knight-Commander Harrith in Redcliffe to silence the accusations of blood magic among the collective.
You delivered the Bundled Testimony to Knight-Commander Harrith, thus silencing the accusations of blood magic among the collective.
Return to the mages' collective for your reward.
You delivered the Bundled Testimony to Knight-Commander Harrith, thus silencing the accusations of blood magic among the collective.
Defending the Collective
Deliver the Bundled Testimony to Knight-Commander Tavish in Denerim, who would be very interested in accusations of blood magic among the collective.
You delivered the Bundled Testimony to Knight-Commander Tavish, who was very interested in the accusations of blood magic among the collective.
Defying the Collective
And here you are again.
More generosity from my friends at the collective?
Of course.
Some other time, then.
Not this time.
My apologies.
Ah, here you are again.
What can I do for you?
All right.
Farewell.
Oh and landsmeet is opened up now....
I was captured. ( )
Blade Trap
You have been asked to find ten Stolen Goods in Denerim and bring them to Feoran in Denerim's Market District.
You found ten Stolen Goods.
Return them to Feoran in Denerim's Market District.
You found ten Stolen Goods and returned them to Feoran in Denerim's Market District for a reward.
Ransack the Competition
Heh.
I figured you'd be back.
Got anything for me?
<desc>Laughs</desc> I wish I could see the look on their weasel faces!
It'll be priceless!
I promised you a cut, so here you go.
Get yourself something nice.
Well, get back out there.
No time like now.
Psst.
Hey you.
Yeah, you.
You look like the type who doesn't mind doing a little work for pay.
Some members of a rival concern decided to run off with a few of our valuable belongings.
I'd like some payback.
So, if you happen upon any stolen goods, bring 'em to me.
I'll see that you get your share.
Go get 'em.
I got the stolen goods.
Nothing this time.
Sounds like fun.
A young child who was forced to pick pockets by a gang of thugs gave you a note.
If you bring ten Stolen Goods to Pomer the guard, he might consider letting the young children go free.
You brought ten Stolen Goods to Pomer the guard, who freed the children he caught picking pockets.
Suffer the Little Children
Oh?
And what's that, pray tell? 
Interesting.
Well, if they were forced to do it... and you have all this evidence... and you've taken care of the ones responsible....
I see no reason to hold these children any longer.
They're free to go, thanks to you.
I'll make sure this sort of thing never happens again.
I promise.
Of course.
It's my job, you know.
Oy, what's that you're doing there, son?
Picking the ol' pockets, eh?
Don't think we haven't been watching you and your little friends!
No!
I didn't take nothing!
Honest!
I was just giving them a note!
I'm sorry, friends.
These runts think they can steal from the honest people of Denerim.
Well, it has to stop sometime, I say!
Come with me, little one.
We'll see how you feel after a night behind bars!
Keep your eyes sharp.
Pickpockets are running wild, I tell you.
I have some evidence that those children are not thieves.
Thanks for the warning.
Deliver the shipment of cabbage to Jareb, the vendor near the gates of Orzammar.
You delivered the shipment of cabbages to Jareb.
Failed Delivery
Sorry.
Can't talk.
Waiting for a delivery.
My cabbages!
Oh, my dear cabbages.
I'd feared you were lost!
Good ol' Jareb will take good care of you, he promises!
That's terrible!
I shall honor his memory for all time... though I am sure I never met him.
They'll never understand us, will they?
No one sees the beauty in a sack of delicious cabbages.
Take this for your troubles.
And thanks!
Thanks.
Stay warm!
Where is that delivery?
A delivery of cabbages, perchance?
Glad I could help.
The delivery man died on the side of the road.
You're a strange one.
I'll get out of your way, then.
A woman named Delli from Redcliffe has lost her son, Gabon.
She says it's likely he went into the Frostback Mountains, and that he stole her heirloom necklace.
If you find Gabon or the necklace, return to Redcliffe and let Delli know.
You found a man beneath a bridge in the Frostback Mountains.
He had been possessed by a spirit and turned into a murderer.
You found an heirloom necklace and a diary on the man, whose name is Gabon.
Return to Delli in Redcliffe with the news of her lost son.
You returned to Delli in Redcliffe and told her about the fate of her lost son, Gabon.
The Lost Son
My poor son Gabon...
I sent him away just a month ago, and now I'm afraid he's lost.
All for stealing one little necklace!
So what if it was an heirloom?
That's no excuse to send my own son out into the wild!
Yes!
Yes!
You've found Gabon?
Where is he?
He always liked dwarves... even that do-nothing Dwyn.
Maybe he headed out toward the Frostback Mountains.
I appreciate you looking, dear.
Maker smile on you.
Good to see you again, dear.
Oh?
Where is he?
Poor Gabon!
I knew it!
I sentenced him to die!
What?
That's terrible!
I...
I should go.
Poor, poor Gabon!
I suppose that's some small comfort.
Maker watch and protect you.
Oh, to have lost a son in such times.
Wait.
Is this the necklace?
Maybe we can find your son.
I think I found your son.
I'm sorry.
He's dead.
He was possessed by a spirit and was living under a bridge.
He's better off where he is now.
<desc>Hungry growl</desc>
<desc>Growl</desc>
<desc>Feral growling</desc>
Come, child.
Deeper into my home.
I have treats.
Many toys to entertain you.
Come.
So impatient is my new friend.
Come inside!
I have cookies and bones!
No... so hungry!
I must feed!
You can trust me, child.
You are an excellent judge of character...
No... come!
Fools!
Must I gather you all myself?
Show yourself.
Unfortunately I have to leave.
What!
Get away!
You'll change, like the rest.
Monsters hidden in all my friends!
They follow you.
Once you are in the story, they possess your friends and follow.
There's things older than darkspawn.
And once you're in the story, they <emp>find</emp> you.
See, I found copies.
All from the same pen and older than the ones in song!
Dormant, my arse!
Take them!
I want out!
I won't disappear chasing a lie!
I won't!
They're everywhere.
I can't take it.
Is this darkspawn corruption or just madness?
<summary>A letter to Jogby.</summary>
My dearest son, 
It pleases me that you wish to follow in my footsteps and bring the Maker's word to the unenlightened.
I wish you had chosen a less dangerous place to do so!
Apologies for leaving early for the Wilds, son, but I wanted to set up camp and get things started.
The Chasind respect one with survival skills in the Wilds, so I hoped to get a grip on that before you arrived, and maybe establish an agreement with a local tribe so that we had friends when you came.
When you reach the Wilds, you'll find it difficult to navigate.
I've listed certain landmarks below.
If you follow them, they will lead you to a location I've scouted out, where I've left you some supplies.
If you're lost, try to get back to that spot, and I'll find you.
The landmarks are as follows, beginning at the entrance to the Wilds from Ostagar: 
- Look for a tree leaning on a ruined building
- Pass under a fallen tree "bridge"
- Pass a submerged tower on the right
- Look between a high, ruined arch and a mossy standing stone
- Walk along a path of roots and stones
- Look for two large statues with a chest between them.
There you will find our meeting point.
I love you, Jogby, my son.
I hope to see you soon.
Your father,
<attrib>--Rigby</attrib>
Letter to Jogby
<summary>A farewell letter.</summary>
My dear son, Jogby, 
I fear this is the last letter I will write you.
I have had difficulty finding the Chasind to bring them the Maker's word.
I have, however, seen evidence of their passing.
They appear to have left this area in great haste, possibly fleeing the so-called "darkspawn" that are rumored to be gathering in the Wilds in ever greater numbers. 
I have left you a weapon and everything else I can spare, my son.
I will try to find you once I have found a safe place.
I only hope that you will be safe.
With luck, we will meet again. 
If you see her, tell your mother that I love her.
And take care of our family.
Your loving father,
<attrib>--Rigby</attrib>
Farewell Letter to Jogby
You found a corpse near the entrance to the Korcari Wilds.
A letter on the corpse detailed a path through the Wilds that should lead to the place where the deceased is meant to meet his father.
Consult the note "A Letter to Jogby" for more information.
You discovered Rigby's meeting point and found a note and a small cache of goods, but no sign of Rigby.
The Missionary
You found the last will and testament of someone named Rigby on a body in the Korcari Wilds.
Find the cache mentioned in the will, and take it to Jetta in Redcliffe.
You delivered the lockbox to Jetta, as was Rigby's final wish.
You found the cache mentioned in Rigbys last will and testament.
Deliver it to Jetta in Redcliffe to complete Rigby's last wish.
You found the cache mentioned in Rigby's last will and testament.
You opened the lockbox and took the contents for yourself.
Last Will and Testament
<desc>You rummage around in the rubble and find Rigby's secret cache.
Inside is an iron lockbox sealed with wax.</desc>
<desc>You stow the lockbox in your pack.</desc>
<desc>You open the lockbox.
Inside is an amulet and a note from Rigby.</desc>
<act>Take the lockbox to bring to Jetta.</act>
<act>Open the lockbox and keep the contents.</act>
The riders follow after every town, ever since my lucky break deciphering the story.
I see it now, how they take the locals closest to me, preventing rest or kinship.
I thought this a road to glory, but I am dogged at every step by his talons.
Gaxkang: curse his name and the day I heard it.
<attrib>--Journal excerpt from an unnamed, long dead adventurer</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
You asked, so I'm telling.
Don't go.
The stories talk of the riches, but never the names, never where they supposedly spent their wealth.
I heard the same tales as a lad in Denerim, felt the same pull, but it's a lie, son.
They may paint a trail, but once you're on it, does it lead to the beast or back to you?
<attrib>--Unsigned letter, father to son</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
<desc>Three weathered parchments, with three versions of the same incomplete story.</desc>
Excerpt:
And when his kingdom fell, so disappeared the stolen riches of an age.
The beast, the Unbound, dormant until one of true spirit claims his throne.
So must hunt the hero of his people, the principled who would search for ancient evil.
This is how they can make a real difference.
<desc>Scribbled in the corner in a shaky hand</desc>
Three pages, three ages.
Same story, updated.
Same as the tavern song, but older!
Signature torn on purpose, but compare and get "Vilhm Madon."
All from him!
How?
<center>*****</center>
<summary>On the Unbound Revenant.</summary>
<emp>The Unbound Revenant</emp>
A mercifully rare creature, the unbound revenant has had millennia to acclimatize to the mortal realm.
Ages in a succession of physical forms have given it a semblance of life and almost human desires, though certainly a very dark variety.
Unable to fully halt the decay of the corpse it inhabits, the unbound revenant periodically replaces this form as though discarding a shell.
The criteria for selecting a new body seems very specific, and may be unique to each example.
An abomination by any standard, the unbound revenant even draws the ire of other Fade spirits that watch enviously from their native realm.
It is capable of subtle manipulation and can, for a time, pass as a living example of the body it inhabits.
When the illusion falls, it becomes a terrifying and vengeful engine of destruction.
<desc>Notes acquired from dead or terrified adventurers have directed you to this unassuming door.
The house is marked with the initials "."</desc>
<desc>After a pause, the door unlocks.</desc>
Hello?
I would speak with Vilhm Madon.
I'm here to discuss the stories of Gaxkang!
I'm not leaving!
Grey Warden, isn't it?
Strange you would force such a visit in a time of Blight.
I suppose I am used to inspiring a different kind of seeker.
Fine.
I encourage fools to waste their lives in fantasy.
Those adequate for my purposes find the gems, and then <emp>I</emp> find <emp>them</emp>.
You are different.
Your stories attract them.
And then they disappear.
Is there a real Gaxkang to find?
Explain yourself.
<desc>There is no answer, although there is clearly a light inside.</desc>
Something is working behind the scenes in Ferelden.
The notes you have acquired from dead or terrified adventurers point to an ancient evil, or at least, an ancient man telling stories of ancient evil.
You have cause to speak with Vilhm Madon, who lives somewhere in Denerim.
The unbound revenant, Gaxkang, is dead at last, his spirit banished back to the Fade.
Unbound
<desc>Chuckles</desc> The adequate ones find the beacons, and then <emp>I</emp> find <emp>them</emp>.
But you... you are already brighter than the signal at Ishal.
Eyes are on you from a very high vantage, Grey Warden.
I cannot hide in your wake, but I will not be a footnote!
Witness Gaxkang!
<emp>Inevitably</emp>.
If drive and foolishness mark a seeker adequate for my purposes.
But then there's you.
<summary>A last will and testament.</summary>
To whoever finds this note,
This is the last will and testament of Rigby the missionary, proud speaker of the Maker's word.
I have come to the Wilds to speak the Chant, but I fear I will die here at the hands of the darkspawn.
I leave all that I came with to my wife, Jetta.
Should the reader of this note feel charitable, I have buried a sealed lockbox in our camp, nestled in a Tevinter ruin in the western reaches of the Wilds.
It is my will that this lockbox finds my wife in Redcliffe, and that it is still sealed shut when it reaches her.
To my wife and my son, I apologize that my work has taken me from you, but I know that I die in service to the Maker.
<attrib>--Rigby</attrib>
Rigby's Last Will and Testament
<summary>On Chasind trail markings.</summary>
The Chasind barbarians are nothing if not clever.
They have hidden markers and signs in the arrangements of stones and rubble along the paths of the Wilds.
In this way, they mark trails, note places of interest, and even give warnings in a way that outsiders cannot understand.
Interestingly, these markers look indistinguishable from a regular pile of stones.
I have dedicated my time to deciphering these signs, and I believe I am close to a breakthrough.
The trail markers seem to point to a horde or a location used for secret storage among the Chasind.
I have only found a portion of the message, however.
I think that if I could complete the message, find all of the trail markers, I can find this cache and see what treasure the Chasind have to hide.
I have found one such marker near this camp, under a fallen tree leaning against the ruins.
Each marker seems to point to one or two others.
I hear rumors that a darkspawn horde is coming.
I hope I can find this treasure before it's too late!
<attrib>--An excerpt from Rigby's field journal</attrib>
Signs of the Chasind
What do I care about recent dead?
I was after something else, and his <emp>things</emp> got inside my friends.
You escaped Redcliffe.
Be grateful.
We stand ready to fight at your side against the Blight, Warden.
Ferelden has never seen an army such as you will command.
Naught but our claws and teeth.
Tend to your other recruits, lest they feel... inadequate.
<desc>Laughs</desc> You will see, Warden.
And so will the darkspawn.
It is our honor.
You have the numbers I need?
Glad to have you.
Orzammar has sent her best, Warden.
It has been a long time since the dwarven army has marched on the surface.
Outfitting any army on short notice, there is always room for more gear.
I'll ask the men and post any requests.
I've made note.
You can see our concerns posted next to me.
Don't worry about that.
You'll be running to keep up when we give the order.
<desc>Laughs</desc> We'll be fine, as long as the ground hasn't forgotten how to shake.
At your command, Warden.
Orzammar's finest are eager to carve some history.
Keep them at the ready.
You're sure you haven't forgotten how?
At your order, Warden.
You witness the rarest of things, Warden.
The Dalish stand ready to defend Ferelden.
We have assembled on a short schedule.
Certain factors of equipment could be better.
If my men have any specific requests, I'll post them for you to deal with as you see fit.
I've posted our immediate concerns.
More than that, we will provide.
Always, Warden.
I would not insult them by asking.
Word was given, and that is all that needs be said.
At your word, Warden.
You're sure they will fully commit?
Your men will commit to my cause?
You're sure they are up to it?
Warden.
On behalf of Arl Eamon, the finest knights in his employ stand ready to fight at your side.
The arl was generous but... rushed.
Certain areas could see improvement.
I will poll the men and let you know where your efforts are needed most.
I've posted our requirements.
The noted additions would be definite improvements.
We have veterans in command and the fury of youth at our back.
We will be ready.
We are aware, but these men and women know what's at stake.
They will not fail their homeland.
On your order, Grey Warden.
Do you need anything?
Be ready.
This will be different from guarding the arl.
Mirror
<emp>Binding the Second Corpse Walker</emp>
Cast from your host, may you find no purchase on mortal ground.
Bound by your true name, as we are sworn to do.
Nethamas Bigal, revenant and perversion of a fine daughter. 
No more will you test the Veil, nor reach the Fade to escape.
Andraste hold you, demon, and bind your rage for eternity.
<desc>Six thumbprints in blood mark the end of the text.</desc>
<center>*****</center>
<emp>Binding the Third Corpse Walker</emp>
This realm denies you, abomination, for taking our dearest.
We are united against your kind, and bind you by your true name.
Argruth Massaad, revenant and perversion of a treasured mother. 
No more shall fall; no more shall need to stand.
Andraste hold you, demon, and bind your rage for eternity.
<desc>Six thumbprints in blood mark the end of the text.</desc>
<center>*****</center>
<emp>Binding the Fourth Corpse Walker</emp>
You deny our dead their rest, and so you also will be hounded.
Let the strength of our union bind you by your true name.
Quametha Kagat, revenant and perversion of an honored father. 
Though no spirit cage will undo what was suffered.
Andraste hold you, demon, and bind your rage for eternity.
<desc>Six thumbprints in blood mark the end of the text.</desc>
<center>*****</center>
<emp>Binding the Fifth Corpse Walker</emp>
We condemn both spirit and host for inviting the walker. 
With solemn hearts we bind you by your true name.
Shamas Goodson, revenant and perversion of a rare friendship. 
Regret holds more pain than burying the dead. 
Andraste forgive you, brother, and bind your weakness for eternity.
<desc>Five thumbprints in blood mark the end of the text.</desc>
<center>*****</center>
<summary>On young lovers of legend.</summary>
<desc>Torn from a book on local myths and legends.</desc>
The Korcari Wilds are rife with legends and myths that have amazed and confounded scholars since the fall of Ostagar in ancient times. 
One such mystery lies behind the tale of Astia and Nebbunar, two young lovers who lived in Ostagar.
The legend says that Astia grew up in the company of Gazarath, a spirit of the earth bound to an overhang on the bank of a lake in the Korcari Wilds.
Gazarath began to fancy her, and they spent much of their days together, talking and laughing.
Over the years, however, Astia became a woman and began to seek the company of men. 
When Astia met Nebbunar, the two fell in love, and Astia hoped to bring her lover to see her spirit friend.
But the spirit, angered and jealous, bade her begone.
Gazarath told her that she would never see it again until she brought her lover's ashes and sprinkled them over their spot.
Astia was horrified, and she fled from the enraged spirit.
But she began to miss Gazarath, and on the day Nebbunar asked her to marry him, she cut her beloved's throat, burned him, and brought his ashes to Gazarath, knowing that their marriage would forever sever her ties to her dear spirit friend.
There are legends among the Chasind that Gazarath still haunts that lake, and that those who sprinkle the ashes of the deceased over the right spot can summon the spirit.
In memory of the contract with its beloved Astia, Gazarath will grant a single wish and then vanish, never to be heard from again.
<desc>A note is scribbled in the margin beneath the page.</desc>
"Markus, I think this is real!
If you take the ashes I gave you and scatter them over a pile of rocks on an overhang overlooking that half-sunken Tevinter dome, maybe Gazarath will appear and give you a wish!
If the battle takes you there, I think it's worth a try!"
Gate
My wish has been granted...
Who summons Gazarath from slumber?
<desc>You see a pile of stones covered in a fine layer of dust and ash.</desc>
<act>Sprinkle more ash on the pile of stones.</act>
<act>Leave the stones alone.</act>
You sprinkled corpse ash over a pile of stones believed to stand on the spot where Astia and Gazarath used to meet.
Gazarath appeared and attacked.
Death seemed a mercy to the spirit.
A Pinch of Ashes
Good to see you, too.
You're a Grey Warden, right?
Were you in Ostagar?
In the Korcari Wilds?
My husband and son went there to bring the Chant of Light to the Chasind, but I haven't heard from them since.
I am.
You've heard of me?
Oh?
Oh!
His lockbox!
If you're bringing me this...
Oh no.
I'm sorry.
Thank you so much for bringing this to me.
It means a lot to... <desc>sniff</desc>.
I...
I thought that might be the case.
Thank you for telling me.
I'm sorry to burden you with my mourning.
Maker be with you.
There's a war on.
We've all lost someone. 
These are terrible times.
Just terrible.
Are you Jetta?
I have something here from your husband.
Your husband and son are both dead.
I should go.
Be well.
I found your husband.
He's dead.
Just a hunch.
Take care.
I'm sorry to hear that. 
I don't have time for this.
You told Feoran that you weren't interested in helping him recover his stolen goods. 
That's too bad.
You seemed promising.
Watch your back, all right?
Oh well.
Worth a try.
Hello again.
Interested in that job?
I changed my mind.
Get your own stolen goods.
Sure.
What did you need done?
<emp>Binding the Sixth Corpse Walker</emp>
United we purge this realm of your corruption.
The smallest among us binds you by your true name.
Anton Wither, revenant and perversion of a friend not met. 
Your strength and guile denied by innocence. 
Andraste hold you, demon, and bind your rage for eternity.
<desc>Six thumbprints in blood mark the end of the text.
One is small, as though made by a child.</desc>
Sealed Lockbox
A sealed lockbox, made of hammered iron and bronze.
Stolen Goods
A package of ill-gotten gems, trinkets, and pouches.
Glyph of the Owl
An arcane glyph styled by an ancient hand, signifying an owl standing judgment over its prey.
Glyph of the Serpent
An arcane glyph styled by an ancient hand, depicting a deadly serpent slithering among golden coins.
Glyph of the Eagle
An arcane glyph styled by an ancient hand, representing a noble eagle in flight.
The Heirs of Anumon
An aged book with yellowing pages.
Sack of Cabbages
Despite the cold and the unfortunate death of the delivery man, these cabbages seem fresh and ready to eat.
<summary>A well worn inscription.</summary>
<desc>The inscription is old and worn, overlooked by most as a carving detail.</desc>
The beast is foreign, but the need is familiar.
Home and hearth suffer beneath strength and strangeness.
These new kin of this Fereldan are better as friends than strangers, so we resist on their behalf, and work with their users to bind with the Stone.
They no longer fear their skies, and we further our trade above. 
Lured from above, cornered and corralled.
Three standing in position, a fourth signals the throne.
Stasis for the beast, so long as a king holds the throne.
So long as a king wills it held.
<attrib>--Inscription, circa 5:90 Exalted</attrib>
Caged in Stone
<desc>Many of King Endrin's belongings have been rushed into storage, including trophies of his long reign.
Among the boxes is a small glass phylactery.</desc>
The Circle of Magi stand ready to assist, Grey Warden, as do the templars of the Chantry.
There are always areas to improve on, Grey Warden.
I will assess the situation and post what we require.
I have identified a number of areas that could benefit from your attention, Grey Warden.
They are posted here for your interest.
As is my duty, Grey Warden.
The sincerity of your cause has drawn them together under a common banner.
It would not have happened otherwise.
The templars of the Chantry stand ready, Grey Warden.
I am at your service, Grey Warden.
They will work together?
The Chantry and the Circle will work together?
Not all perished in the tower, Grey Warden, and those that remain are highly unlikely to further test the Chantry's wrath.
The templars still employ mages?
I really shouldn't.
They're fatty little things.
You know, I think I will.
Thank you, Warden.
You might want to... look away.
<desc>Horrible rending of flesh</desc>
Care for a nug?
You are good to your troops, Warden.
Everything brings us closer to victory.
We are better with every step you take.
<desc>A communal box for the resources you have collected for your troops.</desc>
<desc>Your pack jingles with precious gems.</desc>
<desc>The emissary looks on approvingly.</desc>
<desc>Your pack rattles with various items.</desc>
<desc>Your pack glows ever so slightly.</desc>
<desc>You shove a nug in the box.
It urinates.</desc>
<act>Turn in gems for the dwarves.</act>
<act>Give all sapphires.</act>
<act>Give all malachites.</act>
<act>Give all amethysts.</act>
<act>Give all topazes.</act>
<act>Turn in crafting materials for the Dalish</act>
<act>Give all elfroots.</act>
<act>Give all deep mushrooms.</act>
<act>Give all deathroots.</act>
<act>Give all metal shards.</act>
<act>Turn in runes for the Circle.</act>
<act>Give all unassigned master runes.</act>
<act>Give all unassigned expert runes.</act>
<act>Give all unassigned journeyman runes.</act>
<act>Give all unassigned novice runes.</act>
<act>Turn in runes for the templars.</act>
<act>Turn in a nug for the werewolves.</act>
Gems would serve the most utility.
The middle stones, sapphires and the like.
We're dealing with many smaller foundries, and larger values might overwhelm.
Crafting components would serve best.
Basic ones likes elfroot and deep mushroom.
Generous as always, Warden.
We will make good use of what you have brought us, Warden.
You will have the best equipped army Ferelden has ever seen.
We're a mercenary force, Warden.
Much of our equipment is self-financed.
Were you to commit additional funds, we'd upgrade as we saw the need.
Very generous, Warden.
If you need staff after the battle, keep us in mind.
You'll have the best equipped force since... well, ever.
The men are ready to follow you anywhere, thanks to your confident investment.
<desc>The jingle of your purse turns a head or two.</desc>
<act>Turn in coins for Arl Eamon's knights.</act>
<act>Give thirty sovereigns.</act>
<act>Give ten sovereigns.</act>
<act>Give two sovereigns.</act>
<act>Give fifty silver.</act>
There are always areas to improve on, Grey Warden.
The most useful for my talents are runes.
You are wise to invest in the effectiveness of your followers.
Even the templars will be impressed by the powers you will command.
Such a force has not been seen since the collapse of the Tevinter Imperium.
High Dragon
<summary>A brief excerpt on the mages' collective.</summary>
Despite the Loyalists' grasp on the mages' political community, many Libertarians and Aequitarians have begun to see eye to eye with respect to the Chantry's role in a mage's daily life.
A growing number of mages, particularly those whose magic never strays from the Maker's mandate, feel that the Chantry's constant oversight is a burden upon their creativity and their very will, and one that hinders their ability to do their work. 
These mages, along with a number of hedge wizards who work their arts outside the Chantry's influence, have formed a shadow-guild of sorts, a mages' collective, wherein members can submit requests and have them seen to without judgment.
This collective manages to work in relative secrecy, their members discreet and their clients anonymous.
As of yet, this collective has seen no sanction from the templars, and there has been no sign that its members are practicing magic of which the Maker would not approve.
Still, practicing magic outside of the influence of the Chantry is a dream for some and a dangerous notion for others, and many believe that it is only a matter of time before the veil of secrecy is lifted and the mages' collective is brought to swift and brutal justice.
<attrib>--From <title>A Treatise on Magic and Politics</title>, by First Enchanter Josephus.</attrib>
The Mages' Collective
You're the Grey Warden, aren't you?
Exactly who I was hoping to meet.
The mages' collective thanks you.
Maker's smile upon you.
Good to see you again.
Fade Rifter
Pressure Plate
I represent a collective of mages interested in going about their lives without the constant scrutiny of the Chantry.
Next to me, and in every major settlement, you will find an inconspicuous sack containing requests from mages all over the land who need the assistance of someone skillful and discreet.
Thank you, my friend.
We have agents in every major settlement to reward you for work done on behalf of the collective.
Maker's smile upon you.
I understand.
Should you come around, just search the sack and do what you must.
Me?
I am not a mage, my friend.
And those members who have submitted requests are anonymous... save one or two more arrogant clients.
I assure you, we are doing the Maker's work.
Magic is not ruling man under our watch.
The collective is a self-policing guild of mages who simply want to be left alone.
We mean no offense to the Chantry, but we would rather live on our own terms.
We harm no one, I assure you, and we enforce the Chantry's laws among ourselves.
All we seek is life outside of the templars' shadow.
The client is very pleased.
Come back soon.
A little something extra.
For friendship.
Take this.
You've earned it.
I'll take a look at these requests.
I cannot help you.
Give me a reason not to turn you in to the templars.
Tell me more.
Isn't that against the Chantry's laws?
But enough about that.
Let us move on.
I know you, I should.
No greater respect than the name of Warden... or greater crimes, believe the rumors.
I like people who <emp>browse</emp> right and wrong for what they want.
To the point, my friends sometimes need help and they can't ask the guards.
I wonder if you have interest in being a more... common hero?
I maintain a small box of certain interests that my brethren have found... intimidating.
If someone assists with one, I dispense the posted reward.
I would never approach a Warden with such a base proposal.
I merely monitor this box of certain interests and dispense awards.
If you choose to help any of my associates, the means that you employ are up to your own discretion.
No crime in talking.
Not yet, anyway.
If you change your mind, need a coin or two, my box of certain interests isn't going anywhere.
We're all just doing what we have to, Warden.
You're asking me to commit crimes?
No, and you're lucky I don't report you.
Oh, I could talk about shoes all day, but we have things to do, don't we?
It's very informal.
We're not a group that invites scrutiny, even when we need help.
I might take a look.
At your leisure, Warden.
Always something in the box, Warden.
I didn't see a thing.
Thanks, on behalf of no one in particular.
You're generous with your time, Warden.
You're making friends, Warden.
Some enemies too, but life is rarely perfect.
That last one was a bit of a personal favor.
Pleasure doing business with you, Warden.
Can't say I'm pleased with that last bit, Warden, but a deal's a deal.
Apprentice's Footlocker
You find a few pages from a diary.
Apprentice Note
Knight Corpse
Here, you're that Warden.
I know you're <emp>that one</emp> because I saw the rest of you dead at Ostagar.
That's a bloody daft thing to ask.
I ain't sitting here <emp>dead</emp>.
I might prefer it, after what I saw in the king's line.
The way I feel, I'd agree, but us talking proves otherwise.
Maybe I didn't get out of the king's line as graceful as you, but I did.
Ain't true, unless you accuse yourself.
You lived, I lived, a few others.
Odds weren't with me, not in the king's line, but I got out.
I ain't sorry, but when the darkspawn pushed, I legged it.
Saw the gutting from the tree line.
I remember Cailan... hoisted like a trophy.
Nobody came back whole from Ostagar.
She's lost, like the king and the sword of his father.
I heard some tales, some beautiful lies.
Maybe hope didn't die with a fool king after all.
You survived the battle?
Drunk.
No one escaped Ostagar.
Be careful what you say.
Only traitors walked away.
Shah Wyrd
<desc>Sigh</desc> In it for the glory, and the lad never even got to take the shine off his father's sword.
Yeah, still in the honored chest of whatever and whoever.
In the bloody king's tent, waiting for an archdemon.
Like the rest was going to be easy.
I loved my king, but he were more good looks than smarts.
Spawn didn't gut him like... some others, but he's just as dead.
Maybe they have him in the king's tent with daddy's blade.
They smart enough for insults?
We ain't at sea and I ain't captain; not my job to ride the kingdom down.
And it wasn't supposed to be like that.
Cailan even left daddy's blade in his tent.
Waiting for greater glory.
Not sure when that's coming.
I ain't seen it, that's for sure.
His father's sword?
Where did they take Cailan?
You were in the king's line and you ran?
I lied to you, you know?
About why I left Orlais.
I didn't feel like talking about it then.
What happened to me... maybe it will affect us, maybe not, but you should know.
I came to Ferelden and the Chantry because I was being hunted, in Orlais.
The skills I learned I used to serve her, my bard-master, because I loved her, and because I enjoyed what I did.
She claimed to have retired.
She married a noble and inherited his wealth when he died.
To many she was just a rich widow.
You can say it was my fault.
There was a man I was sent to kill.
I was to bring Marjolaine everything he carried.
Marjolaine... had been selling all kinds of information about Orlais to other countries--Nevarra and Antiva, among others.
It was treason.
My life as bard taught me that my loyalties should be kept fluid.
My concern was not that she was a traitor, but that her life would be in danger if she was caught.
Orlais has been at war with so many countries.
It takes a harsh view of such things... as I later discovered.
I should have left well alone, but I didn't.
I had to tell Marjolaine I feared for her life.
She brushed aside my concern.
She admitted her guilt, but said it was in the past.
That is why the documents had to be destroyed, she said.
The Orlesian guards.
They captured me... did terrible things to make me confess and reveal my conspirators.
I did not seek Marjolaine out.
If she thought I was coming for her, she would have me caught again.
I was tempted to confront her; I was furious, betrayed, but what could I do against her?
And so I fled, to Ferelden, to the Chantry and the Maker.
Ferelden protected my person, and the Maker saved my soul.
It feels good to have this off my chest.
Thank you for listening, and understanding.
I do not think so...
I have not seen a shadow of an Orlesian since I came to Ferelden. 
It was cowardly to try to save myself?
To drag my broken body across the Wilds to Ferelden, where the Orlesians cannot touch me?
And you would have thrown yourself at a wall of armored chevalier, out for your blood?
That is the brave thing?
To Marjolaine.
No one else.
I resealed them and gave them to her, as she had instructed.
Some.
But I had always assumed Marjolaine only operated within Orlais.
This was an unhappy surprise for me.
I considered it to be bad.
It turns out that they were.
In a way I did, but these feelings were triggered by events which I did not tell you about.
I thought you would be interested.
We travel together and maybe this will affect us.
Maybe you are right and it doesn't matter.
I see.
I apologize for mentioning it then.
We will not speak of this again.
So Marjolaine was a bard too?
And so you ran away, like a coward.
How unpleasant.
What happened then?
Most countries don't appreciate treason.
Is this a bad thing?
Important documents?
Is this story going somewhere?
So you were dutiful, but you still got in trouble?
You loved her?
You're a criminal?
I knew you weren't telling me something.
Put it behind you and move on.
No, that's thinking like a human.
Probably have him dripping somewhere like a split pig.
Doesn't matter, eh?
Can't drink them back.
None of them.
Go on, I need some air.
This is what matters to so many?
The wild places did not mark his fall.
I don't want to see anyone like this.
Not sorry I missed this.
No king of mine, but still enough to put me off my drink.
A lesson in examining your allies far more carefully than your enemies.
The death that perhaps most complicated your task, Warden.
Cailan tried his best, despite the forces against him.
I did not want to see this happen to Cailan, but it seemed necessary at the time.
Like many things do, I suppose.
Pity.
And what <emp>would</emp> be enough?
What form of penance matters to a dead man?
I ask for none.
I made my choices with the good of Ferelden in mind.
I regret many things, but dwelling on what could have been serves no one, least of all Cailan.
I will make peace in my own time.
No, you see, this isn't something you can explain away.
The man you killed, the son of Maric, is right here, in this field of dead.
I am aware, Alistair, thank you.
That response hardly seems like enough.
Pity for him or you?
Cailan was a fool.
As I live and breathe.
You're the Grey Warden everyone's been talking about.
I represent the Blackstone Irregulars.
We're a mercenary company that fell on hard times after the war with Orlais.
I'm sure you know that times are getting worse every day.
With your help, the Irregulars could be of use to Ferelden once more.
Our leaders thought you might be willing to help.
Each of our posts in Ferelden will contain letters addressed to you.
Unlike most who work with us, you're getting letters straight from Raelnor and Taoran, our leaders.
I hope this tells you how highly the Irregulars regard the Grey Wardens.
Thank you.
When you've completed a mission, just return to me or any of our members stationed at an Irregulars post.
We'll make sure your efforts are rewarded.
Maker's blessings light your path.
The Blackstone Irregulars fought alongside the king's army against Orlais.
We've helped nobles defend their land and given our service to people in need for generations.
Our current captain, Raelnor, is an honorable man who sees that we can do some good in Ferelden once more.
He is so confident in our mission that he trusted the Grey Wardens would support us.
I understand.
If you change your mind, come to any Blackstone Irregulars post and check for letters addressed to you.
The Irregulars thank you.
Your efforts are greatly appreciated.
The captain sends his regards.
Maker's blessings upon you, Warden.
Is there something I can do for you?
How can I be of service?
I'll take a look.
Why should I help you?
I must be going.
I knew this time would come.
I should have listened to my sister. "Sure, sign the paper," she said. "You'll enjoy some coin now, but they'll be back."
I guess I'll see you on the front lines.
All right. 
Grey Warden! <desc>Laughs</desc> You're on my list!
This ought to be fun!
Heh.
I thought I'd have to go find you, but here you are.
I bet they'll make me a sergeant after I defeat a Grey Warden!
I thought that might be you.
The Grey Warden, as I live and breathe.
The note said to defeat you.
It didn't say I had to do it fairly.
You here to bash my skull in for the Irregulars, I take it.
Well, go ahead.
I'm not interested in fighting a Grey Warden.
What's the point?
Me, defeat a Grey Warden?
Ha!
Just tell them you won.
It's fine.
If you want to kick me around a bit, that's fine.
I don't know what that would prove, but I guess it would make you feel better.
Fine.
I'll make it look good.
Have at you, and so forth.
Thank you.
Enjoy whatever it is they pay you.
Tough.
Stand and fight.
I won't accept a win by forfeit.
I'll just say we fought, and I won.
Ahh, ale.
You won't judge me.
I thought so at the time.
Inexperienced, rash, naive.
But as I have come to know, my supposed wisdom served me no better.
I'm sure we could come up with something entertaining for the rest of us.
Good work, that.
No plea for forgiveness?
I refuse to answer to a pawn of Taoran!
Come, men!
To arms!
How sad it is to see a Grey Warden manipulated.
But I have no time to straighten this out for you.
Men, let's teach the Grey Warden a lesson about trust.
I worried this might happen.
I hoped it wouldn't be you who came for me.
Move along, friend.
What business would the mighty Grey Wardens have with a man like me?
I'm here on behalf of the Blackstone Irregulars.
My client appreciates your generosity.
Our continued friendship is guaranteed.
We are grateful.
The compact is renewed.
Tell your captain that our deal is now ironclad.
With this, you seal your guild's success.
Let me be.
So.
You know that husband of yours?
Dead.
Sorry!
What?!
This is terrible!
My beloved!
Why?!
What did he do to deserve this?
I feared this day would come.
No!
I can't believe this.
I won't!
Er, hm.
Oh!
Good news, lady: you're single!
I'm sorry but your husband has fallen in battle.
You have my condolences.
I hope you like heroes, my lady, because your husband died like one.
You should know, your husband is with the Maker now.
I didn't know your husband very well, but I'm sure he was a good man.
He has fallen in battle.
I don't have time for this.
Just give her the letter.
Oh please.
I am so sure I am the one who has to do this.
Your man is dead.
Get over it.
This letter says that your husband has died.
One assumes it was with honor.
The man you love has died.
It seems you could have chosen better.
My most sincere apologies, my dear.
This letter will explain everything.
This is among the hardest things I've had to say.
Your husband is dead.
I'm sorry to say that your beloved husband is dead.
Your husband?
Dead.
It was horrible, and so forth.
I'm sorry to tell you that your husband is dead.
Would someone like to handle this for me?
Ah, Warden.
We finally meet.
I know why you're here.
Taoran sent you.
My own son wants me dead.
I suppose I should be proud, that I bred in him such ambition.
Of course, Warden.
It's an honor to face you in battle.
He is an ambitious child, hungry for the guild to be the way it was in his grandfather's day: a violent band, bolstered by secret funding from the nobility.
He disagrees with my belief that we can make our way without such back-room dealing.
We can, instead, work with honor and integrity.
I appreciate your saying that, Warden.
It's good to know that my beliefs are shared by someone of your station.
I have wrestled with my own emotions about my son for some time, in fear that I may have to turn a blade on him myself.
Ready your weapon, Raelnor.
Why would he want you dead?
I happen to agree with you.
I can be persuaded to walk away.
Common Room
But I cannot bring myself to do it.
Kill my own son?
Even if it's what's best for my men?
I ache even discussing this, but...
Taoran has killed his opponents and bullied my men.
It has to stop.
Challenge him to a duel, and defeat him.
Return to one of our posts, and I will reward you.
As much as I appreciate your help, I cannot see you after the deed is done.
Despite everything, you will still be the one who killed my son.
Last I heard, he was headed toward Lothering.
You should find him there.
Come, men.
Evil thoughts make me thirsty for ale.
I understand, Warden.
A smart man knows to stay out of the business of family.
I have enjoyed working with you.
I wish you luck against the Blight.
Come, men.
Let us see to our problem ourselves.
I could take care of him for you.
Consider it done.
I don't want to be involved in this.
The notes of Apprentice Gant have revealed an ancient ritual in the Circle tower.
It begins in the Great Hall Common Room, although Gant was apparently unable to complete his own attempt.
My friend!
Look, everyone, it's our Grey Warden associate.
Do you have business with me?
I thought you might.
Did he tell you about honor and integrity?
About my evil plans to conquer the guild?
His beliefs are outdated and destructive.
Since I put my plans in place, this guild has blossomed.
We are better funded and better equipped than ever!
You were part of that.
Stopping his supply chains.
Bribing nobles in Denerim.
Take pride, my friend.
We are remaking the Irregulars into a political force!
No sense in sending you back after my father.
He will be well hidden by now. 
I suggest that this be the last of our business together, my friend.
Come, men.
Let's see about tracking the old man down.
You're entitled to your opinion, but I think my men might disagree with you.
Men!
To me!
Of course.
Walk away.
I'll even forgive your failure to complete your mission.
I...
I am a rich man.
I could be convinced to pass some of those riches on to you.
Please, my friend.
I am surrounded by some of the strongest and angriest men I know.
Do we need to do this?
Of course.
Come speak with me any time.
My friend!
You have returned!
Do we have business?
I spoke with your father.
You have a point.
You have to die. 
I don't want to be a part of this.
How much is your life worth to you?
No business for now.
Denri's Bed
There is a cache of items in "the spot," a place where apprentices hid contraband.
Poor bastard.
Cailan was lacking as king, but who deserves this?
And Loghain honors Maric by killing his son?
Makes me sick.
You find a note in a book.
Carta Assassin
Pile of Rubble
You find a note in the rubble.
Crude.
Go to the trouble of killing a king, you'd think you'd want to see his face.
Notice of Censure
Embossed paper with official looking writing on it.
All right... let me take a look.
Hm.
I suppose my father got to you.
Did he tell you about honor and integrity?
About my evil plans to conquer the guild?
I am here to kill you.
Elven Mercenary
Human Female
Nobleman
Rage Abomination
Elf Male
Scrap of Paper
Pile of Rags
I remember that blade.
If Cailan had done it justice, I might have respected him.
The sword of two kings.
Fitting that a piece of them will travel with us.
It seems Cailan will aid us after all.
This is a powerful gift.
Blades like that inspire songs that last the ages.
An impressive toy.
I'd expect no less from a king of Ferelden.
I don't know what to say about a man who leaves such a blade behind.
That is a sexy sword and I must have it.
A fancy trinket, and the last to hold it is dead.
So it's at least as dangerous as my ex-wife.
This is not how I wanted to return to Ostagar.
Ostagar.
Never thought I'd see this place again.
I had hoped a return to Ostagar would be cause for celebration.
This is Ostagar?
This is what could happen everywhere?
How have we had such trouble gaining allies?
Ostagar, where the king was humbled and the land taken by darkspawn.
Half a good idea, anyway.
Ostagar beneath the darkspawn.
If you could not hold it, was it ever yours?
Ostagar.
I've never been a big "get between the armies" kind of guy.
Ostagar.
Yeah, looking a little worse than the surface usually does.
Well look, the one that walked away.
Torn Page
A scrap of paper is hidden here.
Hurlock Omega
Oh, this is rather awkward, what?
I'm not supposed to <emp>be</emp> here.
Not right at all.
Ah, a fellow traveler of the fair lands.
Are you a seeker, perchance?
My packs are light, but I have a tome of strange origin: The Deus vi Eternus!
I have no idea what you are talking about, and neither do these large men carrying swords.
Not so strange.
I have five copies.
You're a forger and a liar!
Did you sell a few copies in the Circle Tower?
Enchanter's Journal
Several of the Circle enchanters were unknowingly studying the same forged tome.
Someone named Beyha Joam took advantage of their egos and likely made a tidy profit.
Keep an eye out for him.
You had a first and rather final meeting with the profiteering forger Beyha Joam.
Emissary
You find a page from the senior enchanter's journal.
Ah, will the wonders of this all-too-small a land never cease.
Well, they will for you!
Those accusations are baseless, groundless, heinous, unsupportable, insubstantial... disregardable...
Oh, forget it.
Rumored to be the last message to a sinful world from the Maker Himself.
A strange thing.
Pure, literal distraction.
Born of arrogance by some powerful idiot who didn't keep his thoughts to himself.
Can we expect more of those?
Because just thinking about the Fade sets my head spinning.
So that thing was just random thought?
How powerful were the minds that unleashed it?
Another argument for discipline, and certainly no answer for the Arishok.
Yes, I've been close enough to death from real monsters, now we've got to worry about imaginary ones?
So a big mage lets his mind wander and you get that, huh?
Yeah, well, on behalf of the dwarves, keep your magic.
The tower was here long before the Circle.
It was always unlikely that we were the first to bring magic to its halls.
The precious Circle, not even the first to touch the Fade in their own tower.
How appropriate.
Mages from before the Circle, and before the Chantry held them in check.
More knowledge has fallen into cracks here than some have ever known.
That's... sad.
The chaos we have seen becomes more understandable from a people who can't keep their own history.
So mages don't keep up on history.
I wouldn't read all these books either.
So there were mages before <emp>mages</emp>.
So what? 
Tricked into a partial ritual.
Curiosity unchecked became greed for this unfortunate apprentice.
The boy is dead.
He touched something beyond the veil and was not prepared.
Doesn't read like we'll be finding our fair apprentice in one piece.
I don't think this story has a happy ending for our young taker of notes.
The will drains from his hand as he writes.
He's dead.
Reads like the lad got in over his head.
You sure that's a road to follow?
What?
Ah, something something something, my <emp>wife!</emp> Yeah.
Thought I wasn't paying attention.
Bring twenty health poultices to the Blackstone Irregulars.
You have twenty health poultices.
Bring them to the Blackstone Irregulars for a reward.
You took twenty health poultices to the Blackstone Irregulars.
Restocking the Guild
Deliver the letters of conscription to all three conscripts: Dernal Garrison in Redcliffe, Patter Gritch in Lothering, and Varel Baern in Denerim's Alienage.
You have delivered the letters of conscription to all three conscripts.
Return to the Blackstone Irregulars in Denerim, Redcliffe, or Lothering for your reward.
You delivered the letters of conscription to all three conscripts.
Scraping the Barrel
My good people,
Were facing work coming in from two fronts and everyone must contribute.
The Irregulars are prepared to pay any man or woman who comes forth with a gift of twenty health poultices, no questions asked. 
If we work together, we can stock the Irregulars for war!
<attrib>--Raelnor</attrib>
<summary>A letter of conscription.</summary>
Dear friend,
You are receiving this letter because you or someone else placed your name on an Article of Conscription, thereby pledging your life to the Blackstone Irregulars.
With war looming on all fronts, the Irregulars must build their numbers.
We are forced to call upon those who have sworn their assistance to make good on those oaths. 
Say farewell to your friends and family.
While you may return to them, you must prepare them for the possibility that this will be your last day together. 
Your sacrifice is appreciated.
<attrib>--Taoran</attrib>
<desc>This letter is marked with the seal of the Blackstone Irregulars.</desc>
Blackstone Letter of Conscription
My friend,
There are a number of people who pledged to aid the Blackstone Irregulars in times of need.
Those times are now. 
Here you will find three letters of conscription.
Deliver them to the people listed below, and return to the Irregulars for your payment.
Should any of these people refuse, do what you must to get them to honor their oaths.
<emp>Conscripts:</emp>
-Dernal Garrison, Redcliffe
-Patter Gritch, Lothering
-Varel Baern, Denerim
Your friend,
<attrib>--Taoran</attrib>
Warden,
Many of our number are fine fighters, including yourself, but often that is not enough.
In facing unrelenting enemies such as the darkspawn, we require our recruits to understand the use of traps and other such precautions.
In the interest of training our recruits, we beg of you to gift the Irregulars with ten spring traps of whatever quality you can find.
While we will be grateful for your help, the true reward will be seeing to it that these new recruits know how to protect themselves and others.
<attrib>--Raelnor</attrib>
Collect ten spring traps and bring them to the Blackstone Irregulars.
You collected ten spring traps.
Bring them to the Blackstone Irregulars for a reward.
You gave the Blackstone Irregulars ten spring traps for use in training their recruits.
Show Them the Ropes
My friend,
The Blackstone Irregulars are growing, and it comes to us to take stock of the quality of our new recruits.
To this end, we thought we might sponsor a bit of friendly competition.
You will be given the names and locations of four other recruits whose quality has yet to be tested.
Track each other down and engage in combat.
Do not fear the attention this might arouse, as we'll ensure that you will enter and leave unmolested.
Those who impress us will find their available jobs getting more and more dangerous and lucrative.
Good luck.
Your opponents:
-Tyrus the Drunk: frequents the Spoiled Princess Inn on the shore of Lake Calenhad
-Hanald Farmerson: last seen traveling to Redcliffe
-Phillum Greely: trader who does business with Orzammar
-Loran the Hack: known criminal in Denerim
Your friend,
<attrib>--Taoran</attrib>
Track down and defeat the four men on your list of opponents. 
Your opponents:
-Tyrus the Drunk: frequents the Spoiled Princess Inn on the shore of Lake Calenhad
-Hanald Farmerson: last seen traveling to Redcliffe
-Phillum Greely: trader who does business with Orzammar
-Loran the Hack: known criminal in Denerim
You have tracked down and defeated the four men on your list of opponents.
Return to the Blackstone Irregulars for your reward.
You tracked down and defeated the four men on your list of opponents.
Proving Your Quality
<summary>A list of books.</summary>
Books to pursue for future endeavors:
<bodytitle>Lost Countenance: Ferelden to Orlesian Phrase Book</bodytitle>
- Must not offend the potential landlords
<bodytitle>Raising Spirits: Offspring and the Fade</bodytitle>
- Terrible twos indeed!
<bodytitle>Forest Fall: Truth and Legend in the Search for Arlathan</bodytitle>
- Survivors?
Poppycock!
<bodytitle>The Origin of Theses: Knowing More than Everyone without Looking Like a Jackass</bodytitle>
- Never get the time to read this.
Maybe there's a stage play?
The Notes of Arl Foreshadow
<desc>Among the jumble of containers there is the glint of something different.
A small glass phylactery sits conspicuously on its own.</desc>
<act> Leave the vial alone.</act>
<desc>There is no obvious order to this jumble of miscellanea, but one item stands out: a small glass phylactery.</desc>
<desc>The glass fractures at your touch.</desc>
<act>Take the vial.</act>
<desc>A small glass phylactery sits conspicuously separate from all else.</desc>
<desc>The area is unnaturally cold.
Dark shapes swirl around a slip of paper within the vial.</desc>
<desc>A strange bit of glassware catches your eye.
It is a small phylactery, very unlike anything usually found in the area.</desc>
You have restored that which was cut asunder, and revealed my hiding place.
Speak your intention.
Seek you vengeance or reward?
You are free, creature.
Reward me.
No deals with spirits.
I'll destroy you for good!
So be it.
You are rewarded, and I shall toy with this realm another day.
My deception was convenience, not cowardice.
A fight you want, a fight you shall have!
You mean when you collapsed in battle?
You have found the grisly remains of some kind of Fade beast, one that may have intentionally dismembered itself.
Comparing the notes suggests the carving was done in the Deep Roads, near Caridin's Cross.
You restored the Fade beast and allowed it to roam free.
The reward was great, but others will bear the true cost.
You restored the Fade beast and cut it down, ending its charade.
My friend,
The Irregulars require a trusted agent to track down and deal with deserters.
Do this, and you will be rewarded.
These deserters took with them valuable supplies crucial to the Irregulars' future as a supplier of martial services.
Deal with these wastes of space as you see fit, and bring the supplies back as proof that the problem has been dealt with.
We will ask no questions as to your methods or the final condition of the deserters.
Use your own discretion. 
You will likely find them in the following locations:
-Sammael: Lake Calenhad 
-Layson: Denerim
-Tornas: Frostback Mountains
Your friend,
<attrib>--Taoran</attrib>
Find the deserters and deal with them as you see fit.
Return to the Blackstone Irregulars with three bundles of Guild Supplies to receive your reward.
You will likely find them in the following locations: 
-Sammael: Lake Calenhad
-Layson: Denerim
-Tornas: Frostback Mountains
You found and dealt with the deserters.
Return to the Blackstone Irregulars with the bundles of Guild Supplies to receive your reward.
The deserters have been dealt with and the Blackstone Irregulars have their stolen supplies.
Dereliction of Duty
My friend,
I have a task that requires some tact and discretion, and I think you're perfect for the job.
The Blackstone Irregulars cannot survive without the patronage of the nobles, mages, and other groups who retain our services.
For that work to continue, however, we have ensure that people are looking out for our interests. 
To that end, I ask you to make a trip to Denerim and pass on our appreciation to certain individuals.
Return when you are done, and I'll see that you are rewarded.
Your friend,
<attrib>--Taoran</attrib>
Deliver the Notices of Appreciation to five hooded couriers in Denerim, and return to the Blackstone Irregulars for your reward.
You delivered the Notices of Appreciation to five hooded couriers in Denerim.
Return to the Blackstone Irregulars for your reward.
You delivered the Notices of Appreciation to five hooded couriers in Denerim, guaranteeing the Irregulars' continued existence.
Grease the Wheels
The ritual was very specific, as such things probably should be.
Torso, head, and limbs spread amongst the Deep Roads to prevent the creature from returning.
Looks like they died during the cutting, but we can fulfill the last part in their stead.
I'm not familiar with elven ritual--why would I be--but it seems pretty straight forward.
<attrib>--Shaper Axus</attrib>
<desc>Scribbled in the corner</desc>
Never even saw the thing.
Bet a sword would take care of it.
Sod it, and this bag of legs. 
<center>*****</center>
Might not be elven, maybe human.
Doesn't matter, we can still follow directions.
Torso, head, and limbs bagged and dispersed.
Simple enough.
This magic stuff doesn't seem that complicated.
<attrib>--Shaper Axus</attrib>
<desc>Scribbled in the corner</desc>
No job for a warrior!
First hole gets the bag!
<center>*****</center>
<desc>A torn ritual page of indeterminate origin.</desc>
The body rendered to its separate parts, spread wide such that no life is witnessed, no heartbeat detected.
In this way, the beast can remain for an age, as knowledge passes and pursuers live out their lives.
<desc>Scribbled in the corner</desc>
I was wrong!
Not elven!
Hunters didn't kill it.
It allowed this?
Keep the pieces apart, I guess.
Away from the heart.
<center>*****</center>
The scratchings should be unreadable, but meaning swims in your head, as though whispered:
The limbs, mere meat. 
The torso, but a vessel. 
The head, all but unnecessary. 
The heart, separate, keeps life. 
The heart, safe from the blade, can be restored. 
The heart waits, in the Fade.
<attrib>--Rough inscription, author unknown</attrib>
Asunder
Sealed letter
A sealed letter
Bel's Cache
<summary>On mabari dominance.</summary>
Mabari hounds are descended from pack hunters, and like their ancestors, they are highly influenced by a defined order of dominance.
The primary method of determining that order is by claiming territory through scent-marking major landmarks.
Once established, the dominant mabari gains a substantial increase in confidence and stature within his territory, a trait that indirectly benefits master as well as hound.
Mabari Dominance
Warden,
It is always a sad duty to report the deaths of those who have died in the service of the guild.
Today this duty falls to you, should you accept it.
With this letter, you will find the names of four women recently widowed and letters giving condolences for the loss of their husbands.
All four men were killed doing the work of the Irregulars, and we mourn the deaths of all who die in service to our ideals.
Please handle this task with the discretion and care that I am confident you possess in spades. 
You must deliver these notes to the widows Irenia in Redcliffe, Larana near Lake Calenhad, and Sara and Tania in Denerim.
Many thanks for this difficult task.
<attrib>--Raelnor</attrib>
Deliver four letters of condolences to the recently widowed Larana near Lake Calenhad, Irenia in Redcliffe, and Sara and Tania in Denerim.
You have delivered the condolences.
Return to the Blackstone Irregulars for your reward.
You delivered the condolences to the wives of the men killed in the line of duty.
Notices of Death
Toppled Statue
<summary>A letter of condolence.</summary>
My dear lady,
It is with great regret that I must inform you of the death of your husband.
He died as he lived, with the greatest honor, completing a task of vital importance to the guild.
Rest assured that we will take vengeance on those responsible for his death.
Please accept my condolences for your loss. 
<attrib>--Raelnor Hawkwind</attrib>
<desc>This letter is marked with the seal of the Blackstone Irregulars.</desc>
Blackstone Letter of Condolences
Warden,
Sadly, we continue to lose important and great men to the darkspawn and the bandits that plague our land.
Recently I learned of the fates of three of our finest couriers, and while the news of their deaths saddened me, it was made the worse for the loss of the messages they carried.
Warden, I ask you now to find these poor, departed men and retrieve for me the sealed messages I sent with them.
They were all sent to Ostagar in hopes of finding scattered Irregulars there.
This is of the utmost importance, lest these orders fall into the hands of enemy combatants... or worse, the darkspawn.
<attrib>--Raelnor</attrib>
Find the three lost messengers and retrieve their Sealed Orders for the Blackstone Irregulars.
You found the three lost messengers.
Bring the Sealed Orders to the Blackstone Irregulars for a reward.
You found the three lost messengers and returned their Sealed Orders to the Irregulars.
Retrieve the Lost Orders
My friend,
The time has come to see this guild under new leadership.
My father has led the Irregulars through some tough times, but it is clear that his judgment is faulty from age, and it is time for new blood to head up the guild.
This was a difficult decision for me to come to, and I fear that he will not give up his position peacefully.
You will find him in Denerim, in the Market District, likely surrounded by his sycophants.
Do whatever you deem necessary to convince him that his son's leadership is the best chance for this guild to thrive in these times. 
The guild backs this mission, my friend, as do many of our friends in Denerim.
Let concerns of dissent fade from your mind.
This is the right thing to do.
Your friend,
<attrib>--Taoran</attrib>
Find Raelnor and kill him, cementing Taorans leadership of the Blackstone Irregulars.
You have made sure that Taoran can take over the Blackstone Irregulars unopposed.
Return to the Irregulars for your reward.
Given the choice between killing the honorable Raelnor or his devious son, Taoran, you chose to walk away.
You spoke to Raelnor and agreed that the best thing to do would be to kill his son, Taoran.
On your travels, keep an eye out for Taoran, kill him, and return to the Irregulars for a reward.
Taoran is dead at your hand, and the Blackstone Irregulars are firmly under the control of the honorable Raelnor.
Return to the Irregulars for a reward.
Thanks to you, the Blackstone Irregulars have a new leader: Taoran, the ambitious son of the guild's former leader, Raelnor.
Taoran is dead at your hand, and the Blackstone Irregulars are firmly under the control of the honorable Raelnor.
A Change in Leadership
<summary>A letter addressed to you.</summary>
<desc>A letter, written in careful script, addressed to you.</desc>
To the inimitable Grey Warden,
Your deeds have spread since the tragedy of Ostagar, and I find myself in need of one such as you.
I am Raelnor, captain of the venerable Blackstone Irregulars, and I hope to win your trust. 
The Irregulars have come on hard times since the war with Orlais, but I have fought to improve their reputation.
Gone are the days of my father's shady deals with unscrupulous nobles in Denerim!
No, I have trained a guild filled with honorable men ready to fight for Ferelden, and I am proud to say that I have seen your own Grey Wardens as a sort of model. 
We are not perfect; my own son advocates a move back to the more lucrative way my father ran the guild.
But we are steadfast.
It is in this context that I ask for your help, and I promise we will reward you accordingly.
Should you be willing, please find letters in this box and others like it all over the land, and carry out the request therein.
For this matter, consider requests from my son as if they came from myself.
And thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, whether you choose to assist us or not.
You are doing the Maker's work, Warden, and I am honored to work with you.
<attrib>--Raelnor</attrib>
<desc>This letter is marked with the seal of the Blackstone Irregulars.</desc>
Letter from the Blackstone Irregulars
Arl Foreshadow's Journal
The title is impossible to make out.
It appears to be Antivan.
Or maybe Nevarran.
They all look alike.
Small Painted Box
A small painted box found in First Enchanter Irving's office.
First Enchanter's Desk
You have returned.
You are not welcome here.
Doing the templars' dirty work for them, eh?
Templars or mages, it means nothing to us.
There is dark power here, and you won't stand in our way!
Be gone!
And now I leave.
I am here on behalf of the mages' collective.
Then I suppose I should leave.
<desc>An ancient altar, presumably to one of the seven Old Gods.</desc>
<act>Destroy the altar.</act>
<act>Scratch a mark of the Chantry in the surface.</act>
<act>Have your mabari despoil the altar.</act>
Mysterious Door
Friends of Red Jenny
<desc>You stand in front of the door.</desc>
<desc>You splash goat's blood on the door as a warning to those who live in the house.</desc>
<desc>You leave the door alone.</desc>
<act>Mark the door with the vial of goat's blood.</act>
Ah, more names from our friendly brother.
His accusations have been useful... and prolific.
Thank you.
We'll have a look.
Thank the brother for his... diligence.
Bundled Testimony
The collected testimonies of several witnesses who make accusations of blood magic among the mages of the collective.
Vial of Goat's Blood
A small vial of goats blood, meant to send a message of warning to the families of accused blood mages.
Glyph of Krebulash
A glyph designed to mark a site of power as belonging to the mage who crafted the glyph.
<desc>You have a good view of the home of the suspected blood mage associates and family.</desc>
<desc>Another message sent on behalf of (but not sanctioned by) the Chantry.</desc>
<act>Fire a flaming arrow at their home.</act>
Hey, Chantry thug!
Message from my boss.
You fired on his family home; you made it personal!
A letter from a mage to his apprentices, letting them know that their services are no longer required.
Scroll of Banastor
A scroll containing information on blood magic rituals dark and terrible.
You didn't inform Bann Sighard about his son's imprisonment.
You didn't give Irminric's signet ring to his sister.
Letter of Conscription
A letter informing the addressee that he swore an oath to aid the Blackstone Irregulars in times of need.
Letter from Tylora
A letter addressed to Ioric from his beloved Tylora
Guild Supplies
A pack of supplies belonging to the Blackstone Irregulars.
Forgotten Stash
Letter of Condolence
A letter from Raelnor Hawkwind giving his condolences for the deaths of the fallen men of the Irregulars.
Maker, Chantry, templars, whoever--save me.
I didn't mean to kill him.
Can you make this go away?
I...
I could have handled it.
Thanks, I... think I need to go hide somewhere.
He came at me!
It's not my fault!
Why'd he come at me?
Yeah, they got to learn not to mess with me... us... right?
I mean, he's just going to disappear, right?
I won't take the blame for this one.
This was bad from the start.
No way he was here to deal.
Thanks, I ain't sticking around to see how this turns out.
<desc>The door unlocks.</desc>
<desc>This is as good a spot as any to dump a corpse.
Just another bag of garbage flowing out of the city.</desc>
<act>Dump the bag.</act>
Sealed Orders
A scroll sealed with the mark of the Blackstone Irregulars.
Letter of Appreciation
A sealed envelope containing a letter from the Blackstone Irregulars to an unknown addressee.
Glass Phylactery
<act>Dump the bags.</act>
D requires swift action.
I have trouble.
A few of my more excitable young associates got a little nervous during a couple of delicate handovers.
Suffice to say, a little mess needs attention.
Life is normally cheap, but if word of this gets out, there will be consequences.
My men are under close watch, so I would be most grateful for someone willing to take care of this.
Coin is assured.
Deals went bad in the market, the warehouse, and the Pearl.
Get rid of the bodies by dumping them somewhere discrete in the market.
You made the corpses disappear.
Return to the bartender of the Gnawed Noble in Denerim for your reward.
Solving Problems
You made a mess disappear for unnamed but grateful parties.
Hey, what's this?
Trespassers!
We don't like trespassers.
Let's get 'em!
A collection of embarrassing personal communications between the spoiled wealthy and their objects of obsession.
<center>*****</center>
My darling Reginald,
I burn for you.
And because of you.
Please use the enclosed tincture if our love is to endure.
<attrib>--Sarie</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
To Wareth Lowstone,
Age, race, height.
I care not for the differences others perceive.
But matching your helmet to my tunic for the amusement of standing in line with your new "Silent Sisters" invited attention where none was desired.
I will not suffer your company again.
<attrib>--Allison Highover</attrib>
<desc>Scribbled below</desc>
Gonna miss knocking heads with those girls.
<center>*****</center>
A delicate matter,
While I am overjoyed at the prospect of having you, an unwelcome guest requires that you excuse yourself by the postern of my estate to avoid a mark upon our reputations.
<attrib>--"M"</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
Miss Ambrose,
A long, slow grind, the motion careful, aided by generous application of oils.
Size is no concern with my equipment, and I am always mindful when stuffing, not risking a burst before every order is fulfilled.
My meat goes hand in hand with satisfaction.
Your interest astounds, but it is not mine to question a customer's choice in nighttime reading.
Three pound sausage again next week?
No cheek, of course.
Yours,
<attrib>--Biller's Butchers</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
Darling,
When next we meet, I would find it agreeable for you to leave your hat on.
And mayhap your boots as well.
And trousers.
Shirt too.
And I shall facilitate said clothed status by locking my door and posting a guard.
Duly warned?
<attrib>--"X"</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
My elfroot,
The herbalist suggested powdered bronto horn.
I was very discrete.
<attrib>--Your sunflower</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
<emp>D</emp>onogan,
<emp>O</emp>n pain of death, you are
<emp>N</emp>ow warned!
My father found
<emp>T</emp>he letters you previously
<emp>S</emp>ent, and is watching as I write  
<emp>T</emp>o tell you our relations are 
<emp>O</emp>ver!
We must remain chaste.
<attrib>--<emp>P</emp>atricia</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
You are filthy!
A beast!
Such depravity I have never been forced to suffer!
How words are so laden when they leave your lips is beyond decent imagining!
Madam, I love you.
<attrib>--Ser Augold</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
My dearest Virginia Trueroyal,
Regarding: Bodice ripped
Enclosed are seven silver and my most heartfelt apologies for said bodice.
I would blame the cold ocean spray, the loss of my favorite shirt, the bucking of the stallion, or perhaps the strain of maintaining all such elements while sitting for a portrait, but I was certainly not myself.
I hope you will forgive me and not take it upon yourself to find your own determined way in this world.
Yours,
<attrib>--Ser Rival Grouseman</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
Dear Ser Jon,
Your ministrations, while well intentioned, hold no promise.
Do not despair, for it is not you, it is of me.
I require an interval to acquaint myself with the personage you awakened.
I'm certain we can maintain an amiable accord and that engagements with our mutual associations will not be awkward.
<attrib>--"Mari"</attrib>
<center>*****</center>
To one's paramour,
When last we embraced, one noticed the redolence of another's company, but one was unmindful.
<attrib>--His Most Eminent Ser Fether Hapsmith Osvald </attrib>
<center>*****</center>
My love,
I long to dance you beneath the moonlight, our hearts beating like the paired wings of a dove, in concert with the glory of the Maker and the beauty of the world that we must shepherd in his absence.
Join me in a purity that will last the ages, when the brothers mark the Chant of Light anew.
With all my soul,
<attrib>--Erec Denolven</attrib>
<desc>Scribbled below in a delicate hand</desc>
Otter's pocket!
He's earned it tonight!
Correspondence Interruptus
"R" has a small request.
It's always useful to have a big name in your pocket, and there's nothing better than snagging them with their knickers down.
If, in travels wide, someone were to come across notes between illicit lovers, I have certain specialists who can make the most of the texts.
Deliver to the bartender, and an investment towards future manipulation will be handsomely paid.
As you travel, keep an eye out for love letters in noble and wealthy homes.
Bring twelve of them to the well-connected bartender.
You have found twelve love letters.
Return them to the well-connected bartender in the Gnawed Noble in Denerim for your reward.
You delivered the love letters to "R." He'll have many wealthy people in his pocket because of this.
The last will and testament of a man named Rigby.
Bhelen's men have unleashed deepstalkers!
Protect the family Harrowmont!
You see how Bhelen's men will stop at nothing?
Of course we'll never find a direct link.
Just another <emp>accident</emp> that will fall on deaf ears in the Assembly.
They're tunneling in!
Look out!
They were under the ground!
To arms!
What treachery!
They burrowed under the defenses!
They're from the guild!
I know that's the one they hired!
Stop them!
This about the guild?
I swear I didn't tell them anything!
I just took the sovereigns!
I knew this was coming.
Spent all the coin preparing, so I ain't dying over it!
My boss says you've been hired to track him.
I say you're done.
Get them!
Little too close to my boss for comfort, friend.
Time to teach you about letting dogs lie.
Excerpt from Local Myths and Legends
A yellowed, bloodstained page torn from a large book.
I sent my best, and yet here you are.
My brethren can't stand the competition, hmm?
Fine, let's get to it.
Pouch of Ashes
A small leather pouch containing ash ostensibly taken from cremated remains.
Who was that?
Tamlen?
Then... he was the one who was with you when you...
I'm so sorry.
This is what happens when the taint is left unchecked.
It... it's better for him, to have it end.
It was a mercy.
I guess it's like Duncan once said: we can sense them, and they can sense us.
We'd best be more careful from now on.
This camp isn't safe any longer.
His name was Tamlen.
Someone I once knew.
Jolien's Journal
A tattered journal with but a few pages still legible.
The Secrets of Anathul
A hidebound book, damaged by age and neglect.
Golden Handle
A carefully-formed shaft of gold, engraved with elven runes.
Crystalline Shard
A large crystal shard cut with tiny elven runes.
Silver Cylinder
A long cylinder made of silver and engraved with elven runes.
Ruby Counterweight
A heavy ruby sphere, cut carefully with tiny elven runes.
Disturbing Statue
Yes?
What can I do for you?
I knew this time would come.
I should have listened to my wife. "Don't sign that paper," she said. "They might pay you a few sovereigns now, but they'll be back."
Blast.
I'll see you on the front lines, I suppose.
I have a letter for you from the Blackstone Irregulars.
Nothing for now.
I suppose a noble death fighting the Blighted wretches is better than basking in this squalor.
They had better be paying well.
Uh, all right.
The things people leave about.
Important to someone.
Might prove useful, that.
Nothing is yours by mistake if you make good use of it.
This may serve us well.
Well worth paying attention to that, hmm?
Many are oblivious to such hidden things.
You should pursue these advantages.
Always looking for things of certain importance, huh?
This land holds a great deal of hidden importance.
No interest to me, but certain to be so for others.
No sense letting something like that sit about.
Could benefit us no end.
I should think it's well worth following up on that.
Never let such opportunity fall at the wayside, Grey Warden.
Someone is smiling on us for such a thing to reveal itself.
Well, you have an eye for things of hidden importance.
Never let something like that slip by, I always say.
Of key importance to someone, I have no doubt.
Of interest to someone, I have no doubt.
Who loses something like that?
Got to be worth a look at least.
Never let opportunity slip by.
Duncan said that once or twice.
One must never willingly ignore unexpected gifts such as this.
You were meant to find that.
Luck is a guiding hand.
The world hides many wonders well worth pursuing.
Another trail to chase, and probably worth it.
Every advantage must be sought, and here's somewhere to start.
I sought every advantage.
You should do the same when such things present themselves.
Leave me to my business.
I'm sure you have your own business to attend to.
Begone.
Hooded Courier
Don't care who or what you think you are, nobody fires arrows into my employers home and gets away with it!
Right, you've made some important enemies with your little arrows.
You're through!
Fire on an official's home, will you?
That will not stand!
"D" requires a message be sent.
I have my allies, despite my dislike of appeasement and hand-holding.
In fact, several are prepared to come to Denerim and assist in finding some less than loyal tongue-waggers.
They are currently hiding along the outskirts of the Brecilian Forest, a position that is temporary at best.
I need someone to enter the wood and fire a message arrow to signal safe passage.
I would send one of my own people but circumstance has caused me to suffer a shortage of trustworthy associates.
There will be good gold paid for this service.
I recommend only the skilled take up the task.
Go to the location marked in the Brecilian Forest and use a bow to fire a message arrow across the treetops.
It appears the messenger was not expected to survive the message, but you defeated the ambush and "D's" associates know it is safe to move.
Return to the Gnawed Noble in Denerim for your reward.
You signaled for "D's" men to move into Denerim, despite an ambush.
Sign of Safe Passage
Sammael the Deserter
Tornas the Deserter
Layson the Deserter
Threw your lot in with that cur, did you?
Well, so be it!
Let him try to take leadership!
Emissary Caron
Emissary Fellhammer
A dirt-encrusted piece of paper.
I heard you have some damning evidence.
Who is destined for the gallows now?
Right.
The upstart I heard about.
Well, this does it for him next time he crosses a guard's path.
Ah, the old one.
Well, this does him in for sure.
The guards can't ignore this.
Of course, we've got to find him first.
Watch yourself out there.
He goes by the moniker "K."
Lieutenant Cadrim
Emissary Pether
Emissary Bulfa
Templar Inquisitor
Hired Mercenary
Commoner Seeker
Dernal Garrison
Patter Gritch
Varel Baern
Blackstone Liaison
Jareb
Gabon
Hanald Farmerson
Phillum Greely
Sentinel Guardian
Loran the Hack
Tyrus the Drunk
The accused Warden, in my shop!
I must be doing my job well.
The truth about you should be spread far and wide.
The truth is not what it seems, sometimes.
I did not sanction this, regardless.
You will cease.
Loghain!
Of... of course.
My apologies for making assumptions.
I suppose you are here to threaten me, and prove what everyone already knows.
For Loghain, then.
You're a smart man.
There are doubts about Loghain.
You will stop.
You are not prepared for what I could do.
I don't make threats.
You're just dead.
Feoran
Dragon
I... have not let myself consider them, but you are very different in person.
Perhaps there is more to this.
I will alter my text, Grey Warden.
You will have a fair say.
I...
I did not expect you to be so... convincing.
Very well, Grey Warden.
I will make no more accusations.
But the people know.
They know.
I will not believe your lies.
I have taken precautions to ensure my safety, and that my work goes on.
This is the throne of Orzammar.
Fayd the Apprentice
Sheth the Apprentice
Starrick the Apprentice
I heard some things, but not recently.
Maybe there's doubt about what that Warden did.
I heard some things.
Turns out they might not be true.
I'm glad, Warden.
Last I heard, you could be a traitor, but no one seems to be talking about it much anymore.
Some of what I heard about you might be lies.
If so, I am sorry, Warden.
Knight-Commander Tavish
Knight-Commander Harrith
Mages' Collective Liaison
Adventurer Leader
Sara
Larana
Irenia
Tania
Taoran Hawkwind
Raelnor Hawkwind
An older guy, maybe in his 50s, with grey hair and a decent, but groomed, beard.
He's a serious, grizzled veteran.
Renold the Propagandist
Pomer the Guard
Young Pickpocket
Market Patron
Beyha Joam
Arl Foreshadow
Denerim Mercenary
Cam of Redside
Brian
Skinny Frank
K
Robin Hood
K's Lieutenant
Young dog trainer guy
D's Lieutenant
Thuggish
Shivs
Lee Bloodrake
Sal the Grinder
Guard Contact
Acquisitions
D
The old guy
Jetta
Delli
Commander Telm of Harmon
Reth'maznik
Harrowmont Guard
Small Bloody Sack
Head in a Bag
The head of some demonic creature is in this sack.
Torso in a Bag
The torso of some demonic creature is in this sack.
Bag of Limbs
The limbs of some demonic creature is in this sack.
Fade Beast
Altar of Sundering
<desc>The altar in front of you, though broken, tingles with energy.</desc>
<act>Place the body parts on the altar.</act>
Flowers?
For me?
Oh, they smell lovely... and there's something so familiar about them.
These... these were my mother's flowers!
She would sprinkle the dry petals amongst her clothes.
Oh, they smell just like her.
Thank you so much.
Landmark Tree
Back when Arl Eamon told me I was being sent to the Chantry, I took my mother's amulet... the only thing I ever had of hers... and shattered it against the wall, I was so angry.
So he must have found it, and had it repaired?
Why would he do that?
Anyhow, let's go.
And thanks again.
It looks a lot like one I used to have, a long time ago.
I... destroyed it.
Stupid, really.
I don't know how to express my gratitude.
This means a great deal to me.
At least I have his shield, something to remember him by.
That's better than nothing.
Let's go.
We have work to do.
That amulet you found... it was the only thing I had of my mother's.
I was so furious at being sent away I tore it off and shattered it on the wall.
I thought maybe you might want it.
I thought it might.
The Blackstone Irregulars
Favors for Certain Interested Parties
I don't know how you knew I was missing my homeland, but this does the trick nicely.
Thank you.
Wait... these are Dalish, are they not?
My mother was Dalish and had a pair very similar to these.
We were not allowed such things, of course, and eventually they were found and taken.
I am thankful you found a pair so much like them.
I thought you might like them?
You could not know it, but I possessed something very similar long ago.
I stole such a mirror from a village, and Flemeth was enraged at my carelessness.
She destroyed it... much to my dismay.
I snuck up behind her and stole a hand mirror from the carriage, a mirror very like the one you gave me.
I sped back to the Wilds with it, delighted.
'Tis so, and I thank you.
Still, back then it was everything to a foolish child.
I know now why Flemeth was so angry.
But you have it back, now.
Landmark Boat
Landmark Wagon
Sodding mutt.
Bad dog!
Come on now, bad dog!
Bad dog!
Not appropriate!
That's uncalled for.
Bad dog!
disgusting beast.
Bad dog!
That's all wrong.
Bad dog!
Despicable hound!
Filthy mutt!
Bad dog!
Landmark Woodpile
Landmark Tent
"D" has need for assistance.
There are those who seek to impugn upon my good reputation.
Certain aspects of business may have required unpalatable acts, but these former associates were just as much a part of them as I was.
Their supposed redemptions reek of opportunity, not conscience.
These loose tongues need heads to match.
I need someone who is free to travel, and knows what to do when traitors are found.
The reward will be appropriately handsome.
Keep an eye out for the three false witnesses accusing "D." Skinny Frank has a safe house near Lake Calenhad, Cam of Redside routinely does in stores in Denerim, and Brian, lowly Brian, was seeking sanctuary with the Dwarves of Orzammar.
You killed the three false witnesses.
Return to the Gnawed Noble in Denerim for you reward.
You killed the false witnesses for "D."
False Witness
Adventurer's Corpse
Adventurer's Journal
This book has a particular mustiness that derives not from old paper but from a decomposing corpse.
"K" requests the following:
The troubles of the new blood seem to find me.
I've ruffled some feathers with my alternative tactics and certain people have had me blacklisted by my primary suppliers.
So I put this out there to those enterprising friends who want an ally, and perhaps a little coin. 
Fifteen toxin extract samples will be more than enough to ensure I can continue building support.
Simple, isn't it?
Deliver a stack of fifteen toxin extract samples to the well-connected bartender in the Gnawed Noble in Denerim for "K."
You delivered toxin extract samples for "K" and his future negotiation needs.
Negotiation Aids
Sealed Letter
A sealed letter.
A little something from "K."
Seems some people just can't play fair.
Make changes to benefit everyone and all you get are glares from the old men.
No more toys for me, it seems, unless an enterprising friend cares to make a strategic donation, something nondescript that can be moved by small vendors.
Garnet.
Let's say ten pieces.
Can't trade money for money, but I'm generous with my gratitude.
Bring ten pieces of garnet to the well-connected bartender in the Gnawed Noble in Denerim for "K."
You invested ten pieces of garnet with "K."
Untraceable
Adventurer
"K" is looking for someone who can travel far afield.
What with guards and suspicious old men watching my every move, how's a man supposed to keep up with his weave of influence and get his associates their deserved rewards?
If someone were to deliver the spoils of my previous deals, I would be certain to compensate them with a fair amount of coin.
It's a bit of travel, but one must keep people updated on their debts owed and earned.
Who is with me?
Deliver "K's" bags of "deserved payment" to his dead drop locations.
One in the Denerim market, one in Redcliffe, one outside Orzammar, and one at the Spoiled Princess Inn.
Some of "K's" deserved payment is meant to be lethal.
The last one detonated during the drop due to time in your pack.
If you are satisfied with the job you have done, return to the well-connected bartender in the Gnawed Noble in Denerim for your reward.
You made the dead drops for "K," a task slightly more lethal than he suggested.
Dead Drops
To the Warden, from "D."
So, the person assisting me is the infamous Grey warden.
I like that.
Someone else who prefer hands-on, not plying with trinkets.
We are alike, you and I.
I'm sick of journeymen changing things just to make their name.
And I'm tired of trying to make friends.
Business is business, not who likes who.
It's time to set an example. 
Young "K" is becoming too much of a headache.
I want him dead.
No whispers, no setting plots in motion.
Everyone knows he's after my territory.
No point in hiding the act now.
In fact, I'll spread the word and his lieutenants will find <emp>you</emp>.
You can take it.
You're the Warden.
Find and kill "K." His lieutenant will probably ambush you in your travels, so after that, finding "K" should be easy.
You resolved the infighting among Denerim's rogues.
Return to the Gnawed Noble in Denerim for your reward.
Harsh Decisions
You resolved the infighting among Denerim's rogues, ensuring "D" is unopposed.
<desc>A young man in a hood brushes past.
He passes you two letters, a note from "K" and a new page for the incriminating documents that implicates "D."</desc>
It's over.
She's dead.
She's dead because of me.
I...
I need some time to myself.
We... will talk later.
She's gone.
I don't know what to think.
She said it wasn't over.
No--she was lying.
She won't come back.
Nervous Adventurer
So you mentioned before.
<desc>A stand of candles that mark a vigil for something lost.
The personal mark of Weaver Dagen is pressed into the wax of more than half the candles.</desc>
<desc>The light is almost ethereal, and casts a deep shadow.</desc>
<act>Hold the pieces of Weaver's Edge to the light.</act>
<act>Hold the pieces of Weaver's Gate to the light.</act>
<act>Hold the pieces of Weaver's Spite to the light.</act>
<act>Leave the stand.</act>
<desc>A small vellum fragment is tucked into the back row, a thin line of lyrium traces across its surface.</desc>
<desc>The candles of Dagen's vigil are dim, their work done.</desc>
<act>Take the fragment.</act>
I drove off the bandits that killed him.
Some bandits killed him outside the village.
<desc>It is one part of a powerful rune.
The candlelight seems to shine through it.
If additional layers were held up, a complete rune pattern would emerge.</desc>
<act>Return when you have found more pieces.</act>
<desc>The lyrium casts a silver shadow across the layers, and the pattern reforms.
You have recreated Weaver's Edge!</desc>
<desc>The lyrium casts a silver shadow across the layers, and the pattern reforms.
You have recreated Weaver's Gate!</desc>
<desc>The lyrium casts a silver shadow across the layers, and the pattern reforms.
You have recreated Weaver's Spite!</desc>
<desc>The light and lyrium seem to shimmer, but you don't have all of the pieces, so the layers are incomplete.
Nothing happens.</desc>
Quaint Hovel
Vilhm Madon
Gaxkang the Unbound
Blasted cloudgazers.
All this air must turn them into stone-blind weaklings with the stomachs of elven women.
Fire Spout
Do you accept the gift that I offer?
Trade Route
How terrible!
You poor thing...
I wish there was something we could to to help.
That's a fine piece, blacksmith, and I would be honored to wear it into battle--er... at the Warden's discretion, of course.
Allied Supply Crates
You tell him.
You're a nasty piece of work, hiding out here while the whole sodding town burns.
Single Player!!!! yeah!!!
Adventuring Rogue
Adventuring Mage
Adventuring Warrior
No, don't say that.
It's not true.
You deserve to live, just like anyone else.
Blackstone Irregulars' Box
Was that the right thing to do?
It seems wrong but the man is happy... and that's a good thing, isn't it?
Brothers and sisters, word has arrived of an imminent conflict.
Teyrn Loghain's honored forces continue to root out threats to our nation, and their actions deserve support from the common people.
While it is unusual to post troop movements to the public board, I believe it is necessary for brethren near the affected area to respect the honored teyrn by aiding his troops.
Provide whatever comfort you feel they deserve, and Ferelden will be the stronger for it.
Treat these brave soldiers as you would treat Loghain himself and the spiritual rewards will be generous.
<attrib>--Brother Nigil</attrib>
The Chantry has unwittingly provided an opportunity to disrupt the plans of the traitorous Loghain.
Head to the location marked on your map and intercept his forces.
You have disrupted Loghain's forces and no doubt hampered his plans.
Return to the Chantry Board to report this "tragic" loss.
You reported the loss of Loghain's troops to the Chantry Board.
Loghain's Push
Sister Ghisel posts:
Unfortunate news has arrived that the darkspawn have extended their incursion into areas previously thought safe for travel.
A runner from a border caravan brings word that they unknowingly passed into infested territory and were being tracked by several unseen creatures.
He was dispatched to seek help, and does not know the fate of his fellows, or the viability of the trade route.
Travelers in the area are urged to be cautious.
Any with the ability to rescue or determine the status of the troubled group will be rewarded.
Travel to the trade route marked on your map and determine the fate of the border caravan.
You dispatched the darkspawn along the trade route, but the merchants of the border caravan were already dead.
Return this unfortunate news to the Chantry Board.
You reported the fate of the border caravan to the Chantry.
Caravan Down
Brother Bism warns:
The maleficarum Jowan has slipped free of custody and is reported to be somewhere in the region.
Suspected in the poisoning of Arl Eamon, he may be planning further unnatural acts and contact with him should be avoided.
However, if any travelers of military skill are willing, I will personally reward the evaluation and removal of any threat he poses.
Maker show mercy if he is half the monster he is reported to be.
Go to the region marked on your map and determine if Jowan is a threat.
You determined that Jowan is no longer a threat.
Report this information to the Chantry Board.
You killed Jowan for his past crimes, despite his attempt to reform.
Report this to the Chantry Board.
You have assured Bism of the Chantry that Jowan is no longer a threat.
Jowan's Intention
Sister Rana has heard reports of an imminent tragedy.
A runner has brought me dire news of a group of refugees fleeing the darkspawn.
They have been cornered in unfamiliar ground, fighting for their lives.
The templars are necessarily occupied, and my own means are few and stretched.
If someone of skill has the ability to deliver these people, I can only offer the honest gratitude of myself and of the Chantry.
Hopefully that will be enough for the rare person we need.
Go to the region marked on your map to see if there is anyone left to rescue from the darkspawn invaders.
You defeated the darkspawn in the area and rescued the refugees.
Report this success to the Chantry Board.
The refugees are dead to a man, but the darkspawn in the area are defeated.
Report this news to the Chantry Board.
You reported the fate of the refugees to the Chantry Board.
Desperate Haven
Sister Rana posts on behalf of her neighbors:
The darkspawn incursions in the south have made for difficult communication, even through official means.
The relatives of the conscripts in Company Easthill have beseeched me to deliver word of their brothers and sons.
I have no means to do so, but can point a traveler of stout heart in the proper direction of their recent engagement.
To any who are able to find their loved ones, I offer what little silver they have been able to entrust to the board, as well as the sincerest gratitude of the Chantry.
Go to the region marked on your map to determine the status of the conscripts of Company Easthill.
You found the conscripts of Company Easthill, dead to a man.
Report this unfortunate news to the Chantry Board.
You reported the loss of Company Easthill to the Chantry Board.
Brothers and Sons
Hired Swordsman
How did you find this?
Know it?
This is my soul.
It was made for my hand alone, given to me on the day I took my place in the Beresaad.
I thought I had lost it.
And it is in my hand again.
I do not know any words in your language for this.
You could say that.
Only you could say such a thing.
I knew what I had done.
That was why I submitted to the cage.
There is no restitution I can make to the dead. 
There is no use dwelling on this now.
We keep the darkspawn waiting.
I gave my word to follow you into battle.
I will see it fulfilled before I return home.
You know this sword?
I guess you like the gift, then.
I just found it lying around.
It was a mistake, Sten.
You can make up for it.
So you just waited to die?
Five Pages Four Mages
What, no sarcasm?
No insults?
Are you ill?
You can't just take people from their homes and... and sell them!
It's despicable!
Yes, well...
Softie! <desc>Giggles</desc>
Parshaara.
Told you so!
Don't worry.
I'll get over it quickly.
Parshaara?
Don't get all mushy on me now.
We're keeping the darkspawn waiting.
Leliana is right, you are a softie.
Deliver the letters of conscription to the remaining conscripts: Dernal Garrison in Redcliffe, Patter Gritch in Lothering, and Varel Baern in Denerim's Alienage.
Wow...
She's so enthusiastic and adorable!
I'm glad we're helping her.
Oh?
What is this about?
I have no choice.
Forgive me, Warden, but I cannot go back with you.
Whatever you say.
You have some kind of problem?
I'm here to bring you in for desertion.
Oh, I see.
Taoran must have sent you.
Of course.
Good day.
I hear you stole supplies from the guild.
Nothing.
Goodbye.
Not at all.
Goodbye.
Find the remaining deserters and deal with them as you see fit.
Return to the Blackstone Irregulars with three bundles of Guild Supplies to receive your reward.
You will likely find them in the following locations: 
-Sammael: Lake Calenhad
-Layson: Denerim
-Tornas: Frostback Mountains
I'm a Grey Warden.
You'd cross me for something so petty?
I understand you must appear to act, but I won't pay.
Shady Thug
Conscripted Mage
Rundown Back Street
Dirty Hovel
Trian's Journal
You know, this place will be overrun by the darkspawn soon.
If we go, we won't be able to come back.
Are we done with this place?
It may not be here later, should we leave now.
The darkspawn will overrun Lothering soon.
If we leave now, we may not be able to come back here.
If there is anything you need to do in this village, I say do it now.
It will not remain for long.
An urgent plea from Brother Baird:
Something is stalking the wilds, killing the good merchants who support our towns in these difficult times.
One would assume that this is the reason the Chantry employs the use of the templars, but they are unmindful of a simple brother's plea.
I understand they have the darkspawn and the constant threat of uncontrolled magic to contend with, but are they not meant to protect the common people?
Whatever the source of this thing, whatever unconscionable force has unleashed it, someone must make the roads safe again.
All we know is that it's not animal, bandit, or darkspawn.
If anyone will stand, I will provide of my own wealth as compensation.
A strange creature is killing merchants.
Be on the lookout while traveling and it may find you.
The thing killing people on trade routes was one of the creatures you summoned in the Circle of Magi's tower.
Return to the Chantry and report that the danger has passed.
You defeated the Trickster Whim, a creature you previously summoned in the Circle Tower.
Unintended Consequences
Rampaging Spirit
Hmph.
I don't like the sound of this.
So what you talked about was the First Blight?
And the truth?
Box of Certain Interests
Cultists Robe
Discarded Book
What makes you think you can trust <emp>me</emp>?
You cross me and you're dead.
Cut to the chase.
You can come if your info is good.
Blackstone Mercenary
Who's to say what my father said in his final hours when the usurper Harrowmont was the only one by his side?
I'll have you thrown in prison!
Handlers!
Separate these deshyrs in the Diamond Quarter!
I will not have Bhelen incite a riot!
Mages' Collective Bag
A note between wealthy paramours.
To the Assembly.
They need to know as soon as possible.
Let's go while a new king can still be of use to me.
The unfortunate victim of a shady deal gone wrong.
Body Bag
Ancient Texts
Find and activate the rest of the mystical sites of power, located in the Brecilian Forest, the Deep Roads, Denerim, and the Circle Tower.
"K" needs someone willing to stoop to the level of his detractors. 
"D" won't make room.
He sees everything as an attack.
It's kind of sad, but who am I to disappoint?
He's making moves against me, and I need to get there first.
My way.
I've made a lot of friends, something "D" has never found valuable, and they are not your typical suspects.
A simple nod from a stranger and they will add their voices to various and sundry accusations.
I need someone who can move freely to do this and confirm the action with our Denerim guard contact.
I will be most grateful and generous, but you should know that it is certain to make you an enemy of "D."
Talk to the following people and give them "K's" secret signal.
Gorim and Sister Theohild in the Denerim market, and the tranquil proprietor of the Wonders of Thedas.
You talked to all of "K's" friends.
His plan against "D" is in motion.
Confirm the action with their Denerim guard contact in the market.
You've ensured "D" will be arrested.
He'll probably try to take revenge before they get him, so be on your guard when traveling around Denerim.
New Ground
Mystical Site of Power
<act>Pass the documents without a word.</act>
Dump Site
You have killed "D's" lieutenant, revealing the location of his hideout on your world map.
Take the fight to him.
Get ready for a whole bunch of accusations about "D."
Maleficar
Firing Point
You destroyed "D's" reputation and killed him. "K" will be pleased, and is poised to move up.
Return to the Gnawed Noble.
You resolved the infighting among Denerim's rogues, giving young blood "K" new authority.
Renold
Abomination
<desc>This is the spot where "D's" message needs to be sent.</desc>
<desc>The message has been sent.
It has not gone unnoticed.</desc>
<act>Fire an arrow over the trees.</act>
<act>Leave until you have a bow equipped and ready.</act>
<act>Do nothing.</act>
Renold's Journal
A master mages journal.
The last part outlines the failed pursuit of his misguided apprentice.
Someone else thrown to the wolves.
As fresh and unprepared as ever.
It isn't right that they do this, the templars.
Not to you, me, anyone.
Is... this the Fade?
You're a talking rat.
No, it isn't right at all.
I will succeed, right or not.
<desc>He frowns and returns to his work.</desc>
<desc>He returns the signal as expected, and then gestures again to his stock.</desc>
Just show me your wares.
<desc>The nod is returned, as expected.</desc>
<desc>The nod is returned, as expected.
And several more for apparent emphasis.</desc>
<act>Give "K's" wink and nod.</act> Understand?
Killing "K's" lieutenant has pointed the direction to the man himself, currently cornered in Denerim.
Go to his hideout marked on the city map and finish this.
Mage
Go to the remaining homes of accused blood mage relatives in Denerim.
Select the front door of each home to smear a vial of goats blood on it.
Once all four homes are marked, return to the collective for your reward.
Door of a Blood Mage's Relative
By delivering the lyrium potions to Knight-Commander Tavish, you guaranteed that all dealings between templars and the collective will be investigated and prosecuted.
There's no sense in taking any gifts to Knight-Commander Harrith now.
<desc>He glances around for prying eyes, then produces a few notes on behalf of "interested parties".</desc>
<desc>He nods discretely, and makes note of the recognition you are owed.</desc>
Anyone need help?
Maybe with something not strictly legal?
I've finished a favor for one of your "interested parties".
By giving the lyrium potions as a gift to Knight-Commander Harrith, you cemented the collective's relationship with the morally flexible templars.
Carrying potions to Knight-Commander Tavish would serve nothing.
You gave the Bundled Testimony to Knight-Commander Harrith, who quickly buried the evidence, making it impossible to deliver it to anyone else.
You gave the Bundled Testimony to Knight-Commander Tavish rather than to Knight-Commander Harrith as you were asked.
You feel certain your actions will have dire consequences for the mages' collective.
Sending his message won't help "D" now that he's dead.
Solving these little problems won't help "D" now that he's dead.
"K" is in no position to profit from the dead drops now.
"K" won't be needing the toxin extract samples now that he's dead.
"K" won't be needing the gems now that he's dead.
<act>Nod and leave.</act>
Wooded Glen
Out of the Way
<desc>You place the "deserved payment" in the dead drop as "K" instructed.</desc>
<desc>It detonated!
His "deserved payment" is more lethal than he suggested.</desc>
<desc>"K's" deserved payment is still in the dead drop.</desc>
<desc>The trap is disarmed, sparing its intended target.</desc>
<desc>It detonates, sparing its intended target.</desc>
<act>Disarm it.</act>
<act>Poke it with a stick.</act>
<act>Leave it alone.</act>
You disarmed "K's" dead drop.
You can report to the bartender of the Gnawed Noble in Denerim, but "K" likely won't be pleased.
You delivered and then disarmed "K's" dead drop.
He has opted to find other venues for his favors.
"K" is no longer interested in your assistance.
Before I forget, there is one last part to your Joining.
Missionary Jogby
We take some of that blood and put it in a pendant.
Something to remind us... of those who didn't make it this far.
We bear a sacred burden.
For an age we have protected the lands of men...
But now a Blight is upon us...
And we dare not falter.
Regardless of race, noble or commoner...
The best must take up our banner...
To save us all from annihilation.
We are the Grey Wardens.
Join us.
A Letter
A personal letter
Removing these people won't help "D" now that he's dead.
Missionary Rigby
Taoran's Camp
False Witnesses
Have you seen me?
Hidden Cache
Genlock Master Assassin
Rigby's Field Journal
A journal with notes on the Chasind barbarians.
Dog Kennels
Loghain's Tent
King Cailan's Tent
Chasind Trail Signs
Incriminating Documents
Documents incriminating towards "K."
Chasind Trail Sign
Chasind Cache
Thug Bodyguard
Pile of Rocks
Pile of Stones
Let's hit the Deep Roads and find her.
Dead Drop
I've never felt this way before.
It's... strange.
It is dangerous to be out in the open like this.
Not that hiding helps much in the Fade.
Oh, it's no trouble.
I've... helped a few other people.
I can help you.
Another spirit this way.
It never seemed equal to its name, to me.
Be cautious.
There is... another spirit, here.
Not the one hunting you, but still...
And there is a spirit of rage.
That is where the test will take place.
The creature can be anywhere, but it manifests there.
A dangerous spirit is not far.
Don't go near it unless you're ready to fight.
<desc>Sigh</desc> It's always the same.
But it's not your fault.
You're in the same boat I was, aren't you?
Allow me to welcome you to the Fade.
You can call me... well, Mouse.
No.
I don't remember anything from... before.
It's fuzzy, that time before.
They wake you up in the middle of the night and drag you to the Harrowing chamber and then...
The templars kill you if you take too long, you see.
They figure you failed, and they don't want something getting out.
That's what they did to me, I think.
I have no body to reclaim.
And you don't have much time before you end up the same.
There's something here, contained, just for an apprentice like you.
You have to face the creature, a demon, and resist it, if you can.
That's your way out.
Or your opponent's, if the templars wouldn't kill you.
A test for you, a tease for the creatures of the Fade.
You would be a fool to just attack everything you see.
What you face is powerful, cunning.
There are others here, other spirits.
They will tell you more, maybe help.
If you can believe anything you see.
I'll follow, if that's all right.
My chance was long ago, but you... you may have a way out.
I...
I don't remember.
I ran away and I hid.
I don't know how long.
That has been said before.
But you don't know the danger.
Don't waste time with that talk.
You don't want to end up like... this.
Like I said, in this place, you are what you perceive yourself to be.
I think I used to be like you... before.
This place isn't real like you understand it.
Here, you are what you perceive.
I think I used to be like you... before.
You think you're really here?
In that body?
You look like that because you <emp>think</emp> you do!
But they keep doing it, don't they?
We get treated like rabid dogs, and we let them get away with it!
You say that now.
So have many others before you.
Look at me, look at what can happen.
There's no need to follow me.
How have you survived here so long?
Is there no way I can help you get out of here?
Tell me more about the creature I must face.
What do you know about the Fade?
Let's keep moving.
Not your real name, I take it?
You took the Harrowing?
What am I supposed to do?
Anything can die.
I doubt it's as simple as that.
Why pit me against such a creature?
I don't understand why this test is so feared.
How long do I have, exactly?
That's not going to happen to me.
I'm sorry for what happened.
You can change your shape?
I missed my chance, so I became small.
Unnoticeable.
I hide from the bigger things, learn from the smaller things.
There are places you can hide where the shadows go on forever.
You stay there long enough, and the shadows begin to creep inside of you.
I... don't know how long it's been.
Forever, maybe.
That is what happens to the physical bodies of apprentices who fail.
They'd kill every mage if they could.
All the templars see in magic is danger.
And they don't just use the Harrowing.
If you learn a little too much, they'll label you a blood mage and kill you on sight!
True mages like you know that the power you hold is a gateway to greater things.
A potential they can never hope to contain!
Be turned into an emotionless freak?
That is what it is, you know.
To never dream, never feel.
Even demons abhor them, but I suppose that is the trade-off.
They can't be possessed.
As if that is worse than losing yourself.
You don't want to lose yourself here.
Being nothing would be easier than this.
Think you should finish your Harrowing.
I should have done a lot of things.
You'll find out for yourself, soon enough.
Maybe you'll say the same thing to yourself, one day.
Yes.
Horrible.
No.
It's not.
The templars and the Chantry and all of it, they're all paranoid.
The lot of them.
They have no right to treat true mages this way!
You could stand up to them!
If they gave you the chance.
Am I?
I'm sorry.
There are people who don't go to the Circle of Magi, you know.
Who don't obey the templars.
They are hunted, but at least they're free.
Out of here?
Out of the Fade?
I don't know.
I don't have a body waiting for me.
It's not something I try to think about.
The templars simply killed you?
Isn't there also the option of the Rite of Tranquility?
Do you... want to die?
You should have fought harder.
That's horrible.
It's not right, how they control us.
You're getting a little crazy, Mouse.
Why make us face a spirit or demon for the Harrowing?
Genlock Conjurer
Cauldron
D's Hideout
Stay here too long, and it's like being adrift.
Pieces of you float away... until you're not even a memory.
I don't know.
Maybe what comes next is worse.
Brave words.
I have no example to compare myself against.
Only people like you, taking the Harrowing.
Mages, real ones that come here... they ignore me.
They think I'm a spirit pretending to be me.
I don't want to talk about it any more.
Let's just... get you out of here.
Because they're sadistic bastards, that's why.
And I'm not talking about demons.
Everyone must face the Harrowing because there's a small chance a mage <emp>might</emp> become possessed and become an abomination.
Thrown to the mercy of a demon when you're at your weakest. "For the safety of all."
But how many mages have met their fate in tests like this over the centuries?
Don't those lives matter as well?
They aren't, but power attracts attention.
Maybe it's entering the Fade awake.
Not a gentle process.
I don't really know.
Magic is evil, and therefore, so are you.
They'll never change.
They don't want you prepared.
If you can resist it when forced like this, you can do it any time.
It's either that, or they turn you into a freak, a Tranquil who can't be possessed, but who also can't feel anything, ever.
The Circle is a prison.
You have choices... between joining and suffering various deaths of body or spirit.
Remember that.
There are many creatures in the Fade.
Some all fire and rage, some less so.
I... don't remember.
It's been a long time since I saw anyone else.
I think there were others like you before, but... when?
I don't think everyone who takes the Harrowing comes here, to this place in the Fade.
Or maybe they do, and I've forgotten.
You fight it, I think.
You kill it.
Think of it this way: Everything here is a matter of will, right?
I'm not really a mouse, just like you're not really standing there in that body.
You fight the creature, you're resisting it.
If it wins, it defeats you and possesses you.
Then you die.
Not from the demon, oh no...
The templars will take care of that.
I'm... sorry.
I suppose it's not very helpful to say that.
Oh?
Well good for you.
Nothing to worry about, then.
I... guess the reverse is also potentially true.
That's a very complicated thing to consider.
I'd stick with killing it.
We already passed the place where I saw it last.
It will probably come back there later, if it doesn't find you first.
There's an area not far ahead where I saw it last.
I don't know if it's still there or not.
It's the realm of dreams.
You know that, don't you?
Everyone comes here to dream, but it is fleeting, and they remember little.
But mages can enter awake, and that draws attention.
There are many spirits in the Fade.
These... demons feed on the dark parts of the mind.
The templars in the tower would give them a meal for certain.
Normally there are doorways out, portals, but I think the mages have sealed them.
I don't know how long that lasts.
Until you complete your Harrowing, I imagine.
Maybe.
If you're able to forget that you're you.
That takes a long time.
You can't think like a spirit.
They shape the Fade according to their will.
Solid things, real things, are just more complicated ideas.
I think you'd better focus on something simpler.
Defeat your spirit or demon.
Or be killed.
Er... directions are tough, here.
If you look around, I'll tell you if we're getting close.
How about that?
I'm ready, if you are.
That staff will help.
Maybe.
You should probably find some help before charging after the demon.
Might be wise.
Would you prefer to die?
That won't happen to me.
Are you certain?
They teach that abominations are extremely dangerous.
Mages can't be the only ones at risk of possession.
Why don't they prepare us better for this fight?
Have you seen anyone defeat a demon before?
How does one resist being possessed?
It won't win.
Trust me.
Combat is a battle of wills, so will itself is combat?
Where do I find the demon?
How do I get out of here?
Is it possible to change, like you do?
Where are these other spirits you mentioned?
Rogue Henchman
henchman for either D or K
Refugee Girl
You did it.
You actually did it!
When you came, I hoped that maybe you might be able to... but I never really thought any of you were worthy.
That is because you are a true mage, one of the few.
You made me believe in you.
You're a true mage, one of the few.
The others, they never had a chance.
The templars set them up to fail, like they tried with you.
It's all a little too easy.
The ones you betrayed before me.
What were their names?
Sounds like your help was unusual.
Why?
A coward could not have endured as I have.
The time I have spent waiting for... for some possibility of release.
The rogue leader "D" can be found here.
K's Hideout
The rogue leader "K" can be found here.
And so it comes to me at last.
Soon I shall see the land of the living with your eyes, creature.
You shall be mine, body and soul.
Amusing.
Have you not told it of our... arrangement, Mouse?
We don't have an arrangement!
Not anymore!
No, I don't want any more of it!
I'm not going to help you any longer!
Aww.
And after all those wonderful meals we have shared?
Now suddenly the mouse has changed the rules?
I'm not a mouse now!
And soon I won't have to hide!
I don't need to bargain with you!
We shall see...
This one can defeat you! <emp>We</emp> can defeat you!
I don't need to bargain with you now!
They are welcome to try.
So this creature is your offering, Mouse?
Another plaything, as per our arrangement?
I'm not offering you anything!
I don't have to help you anymore!
Oh, I shall.
It's two against one.
You really want to fight us both?
If I lose, the templars will still cut you down.
Then come and get me, if you can.
Run-Down Alley
Beggar
Shall I send word that the gates are secured?
Right away!
As soon as you are ready, I will go.
For the moment, yes.
Yes.
Send word we have won.
What will they send next?
Darkspawn tax collectors?
Fortifications should be built around the camp.
Can't get a bloody night's rest.
How unnerving!
It will be more difficult to sleep here, now.
What?
No trap?
No ambush?
Some assassins. <desc>Snorts</desc>
It is done.
Let us move on.
Elf Boy
Girl
<summary>On Jammer's stash.</summary>
Been a profitable season, Kanky.
Cutthroat too, so we got to be careful.
I'm taking my half topside so I can get a good price.
Your half is in my stash box.
It's got one of Pique's locks on it.
Standard drill, you need the three pieces of junk from our common chests to even try to open it.
She set them up "high/low" because you've got the best eye for value in this dig.
So, yes, I faked some loot.
Take <emp>only</emp> the cheapest looking piece in each chest, and you'll be able to open the stash box.
I wired the expensive-looking stuff as bait.
You take the right one, or you don't.
And if you don't, hope you like having a limp.
Good luck,
<attrib>--Jammer</attrib>
Jammer's Stash
Take the cheapest item in each of Jammer, Kanky, and Pique's common chests to access Jammer's stash box.
Take <emp>only</emp> the cheapest from each, or risk grievous injury.
You unlocked Jammer's stash without suffering any of his crippling traps.
You unlocked Jammer's stash, managing to only partially cripple yourself along the way.
A forest encampment belonging to the mysterious Dalish elves.
Actually, they'll probably come together.
Gazarath
Cleric
You could not deliver all of the letters of conscription to the new conscripts after Lothering was destroyed by the darkspawn.
<emp>Acquire drake scales for drake scale armor</emp>
Wade might have had enough time to make the armor now.
<emp>Acquire drake scales for drake scale armor</emp>
Wade might have had enough time to make the new armor now.
Pin
Malachite Trinket
Fluorspar Trinket
A costume amulet crafted to look more valuable than it is.
Garnet Trinket
Red Steel Letter Opener
A prop blade that gives the appearance of quality
Steel Letter Opener
A prop blade that gives the appearance of quality.
Iron Letter Opener
Emerald Costume Ring
A costume ring that appears to be made of an expensive material.
Gold Costume Ring
Silver Costume Ring
Jammer's Journal
Kanky's Common Box
Jammer's Common Box
A question for those in the tower.
Maybe you'll be lucky enough to ask.
Maybe someday, so will I.
Pique's Common Box
Jammer's Stash Box
Jammer's Stash Key
This key looks exactly like the sort used for unlocking things.
It's... difficult to just hide when another apprentice is in the Fade.
Genlock Shapechanger
To Docks
I... welcome the opportunity, if it is my choice.
The mages in the tower are quick to volunteer others, as you well know.
What?
They were not as promising as you.
It was a long time ago.
I...
I don't remember their names.
I don't even remember my own name.
It's the Fade, and the templars killing me, like they tried with you.
Keep your wits about you, mage.
True tests <emp>never</emp> end.
I regret my part in it, but you have shown me that there is hope.
You can be so much more than you know.
I am what the Fade has made me.
Am I to blame for that?
Deciding to exist or not exist is not a fair choice.
I had no hope.
You have shown me other possibilities.
If you want to help.
You defeated a demon, you completed your test.
With time, you will be a master enchanter with no equal.
And maybe there's hope in that for someone as small and as... forgotten as me.
If you want to help.
There may be a way for me to leave here, to get a foothold outside.
You just need to want to let me in.
What?
What are you...
Of course it was!
What else is here that could harm an apprentice of your potential?
You are a smart one.
Back!
Help me back.
They killed me, right?
Just like all who fail in here.
They'll kill you too.
No, no, <emp>no</emp>!
It must be your choice.
Quickly now, the templars are going to kill you.
Can't you feel the sword at your neck?
They believe all magic evil, the Fade evil.
Once you are here, you become what they fear.
They know nothing!
Dipping children in the Fade to tease, repeating "Maker" like it means something.
I hate those mortals so much!
I mean, we're all mortal, but the templars...
What?
Yes!
Of course!
I mean, I think I was.
Isn't that enough?
It should be enough!
For you.
Maybe they are right about you.
Simple killing is a warrior's job.
The real dangers of the fade are preconceptions, careless trust... pride.
So what is it that you think you can get from me?
Anything to survive.
Like an animal.
Or worse.
I understand necessity.
What now?
I'm starting to think the other demon wasn't my test.
Let you in?
I'll find mages away from the templars.
We'll get you out.
Maybe they are right about some things.
Like you.
Were you ever really an apprentice?
The irony of this moment is not lost on me.
It lives.
I am mildly surprised.
The time has come... for us to march.
Combat Dummy
Companions
Spirit Anvil
Civil War
Caravan
Battlefield
Crate
A runner sends this request from Knight-Commander Thames:
While the reports I have heard no doubt suffer from exaggeration, the observed creatures assaulting Redcliffe trouble me greatly.
If we are to properly combat these unnatural agents and prevent their reoccurrence, the mages bound to my service will require carefully prepared samples of flesh for study.
Thereafter, should a deployment occur, we will be well briefed.
If there are skilled warriors present, I would have them gather samples from any remaining creatures as close to the presumed source as possible.
The Chantry will reward this basic assistance with spiritual acknowledgement.
If the request is exceeded, gold will be added, but the offer is limited.
Return nine samples of corpse gall to the Chanter's Board for the templars to study.
Return 18 at once to receive an additional payment.
You have found nine samples of corpse gall for the Chantry.
Return them to a Chanter's Board or gather a total of 18 for an additional reward.
You have found 18 samples of corpse gall for the Chantry.
Return them to a Chanter's Board for your reward.
You brought the Chantry an adequate number of corpse gall samples.
You brought the Chantry more than enough of the corpse gall samples, and were rewarded appropriately.
Skin Deep
Enraged Spirit
Genlock Assassin Acolyte
I feel the same way.
When you find the right combination, it just... feels right.
It is hard to explain.
How did you know how to do that?
Maker smile fortune on you, young one.
Dragon Scale Armor
<emp>Find a use for the dragon scale</emp>
You found a dragon's scale.
Perhaps a master armor smith could do something with this.
Master Wade made a set of medium armor out of the dragon scale you found.
Master Wade made a superior set of medium armor out of the dragon scale you found.
Master Wade made a set of heavy armor out of the dragon scale you found.
Master Wade made a superior set of heavy armor out of the dragon scale you found.
Master Wade made a set of massive armor out of the dragon scale you found.
Master Wade made a superior set of massive armor out of the dragon scale you found.
Chanter Farrah
Orzammar
A great underground thaig, this is one of the last remaining fortress cities of the dwarves.
Enchantment?
Sandal?
You have any of your dad's wares for sale?
No, thank you.
Sandal's Goods
Howe Mage
<emp>Archdemon Defeated</emp>
The archdemon is no more.
The people of Ferelden may now live in peace.
You abandoned the village of Redcliffe to its fate.
You don't know what became of Kaitlyn and Bevin, and perhaps you'll never find out.
Andraste's Ashes were able to restore Arl Eamon to health, and he has been told of the civil war that is brewing in Ferelden.
The arl plans to call the Landsmeet, and has begun sending word to his allies.
However, even if Arl Eamon can unite Ferelden, her forces stand no chance against the darkspawn horde.
You need more men, and the Grey Warden treaties you hold give you the authority to command the various races of Thedas to fight with you.
Gather your army, and pray that Ferelden stands united when the time comes.
The Landsmeet is over and Queen Anora will remain as the sole ruler of Ferelden.
Loghain has been executed for his crimes.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
The Landsmeet is over.
Anora will rule as queen, with you by her side as her prince-consort.
Loghain has been executed for his crimes.
Ferelden now stands united against the Blight.
Roadside Stop
<emp>Find the messenger</emp>
You have secured the city gates by killing the darkspawn that had amassed there.
You should send a messenger to Riordan to inform him of the situation.
<emp>Find the messenger</emp>
The messenger has been sent.
Strange Statue
A strange statue commemorating the emergence of--and short-lived trading relationship with--dwarves who dug too high and too frugal and struck elves.
Trickster
Trickster Whim
You gave the food you obtained to the hungry prisoner.
<summary>By order of Emer Thorogood.</summary>
We know they are out there, and they will move when their fellow vermin call them out.
Watch for the sign and slaughter the lot.
They will know it is coming, and probably abandon the poor sap of a messenger, but even in that, our message will be sent with an authority theirs cannot have.
<attrib>--By order of Emer Thorogood</attrib>
By Order of Emer Thorogood
The message arrow for "D" triggered an ambush almost instantly.
Search them for an indication how they knew.
Slander on Demand
A scribe in Denerim is making a nuisance of himself by distributing lies about the Grey Wardens and your actions.
Find him and deal with him.
The propagandist scribe in Denerim now understands your side of the story, and will slant his rants in your favor.
The propagandist scribe in Denerim is out of business, although his slanted message has already been heard.
Loghain told the propagandist scribe to cease his unauthorized ranting.
Any future pamphlets will be in your favor.
Armory
Hideout Directions
A small map detailing directions to a certain rogue's hideout.
Very well.
Anora will remain on the throne.
Propaganda Page
This is propaganda.
Don't read this.
<desc>A soft glow gently illuminates the statue.
A small circle of runic symbols ring the base.</desc>
<desc>A similar light eminates from the rune fragments you are carrying.</desc>
<desc>The glow shines through, and a lyrium shadow shows the completed pattern of the rune.
You have reformed the Light of Andraste!</desc>
<desc>The glow shines through, and a lyrium shadow shows the completed pattern of the rune.
You have reformed the Will of Andraste!</desc>
<desc>The glow shines through, and a lyrium shadow shows the completed pattern of the rune.
You have reformed the Strength of Andraste!</desc>
<desc>The glow somehow teases a shadow of the complete rune, but the pattern is incomplete.
You need more pieces.</desc>
<desc>The soft glow of a small circle of runic symbols illuminates the statue.
The light does not have any obvious effect at the moment.</desc>
<act>Hold up fragments of the Light of Andraste.</act>
<act>Hold up fragments of the Will of Andraste.</act>
<act>Hold up fragments of the Strength of Andraste.</act>
<desc>She scowls, and makes a subtle motion toward the back rooms, as though not wanting to alert the people inside.</desc>
A poster suggested I'd find a meeting of friends here.
The ashes of Andraste have restored Arl Eamon, and he has promised you aid against Loghain.
He is making preparations for the Landsmeet, where Ferelden will choose a ruler to take the place of the late King Cailan.
In the meantime, you are to make use of the Grey Warden treaties to gather an army.
When you are ready, you will travel with Arl Eamon to Denerim, where the Landsmeet will be held.
Arl Eamon has called the Landsmeet and all the nobles have made their way to Denerim.
You are the only one who can speak out against Loghain and your presence will be required at this important event.
Hurry to Denerim as soon as you can.
Lever
Return Path
Folded Missive
By order of Emer Thorogood.
You don't know me?
Not much for politics, I guess.
Yes.
Looks like passage from this area is limited.
I need some more time.
I'll be right back.
Corpse of Tomas
Corpse of Murdock
Corpse of Hannah
Corpse of Kaitlyn
Corpse of Perth
Corpse of Bella
Corpse of Lloyd
Sten's sword may be in the hands of Faryn, the scavenger who looted the battlefield where the blade disappeared.
Faryn was heading to Orzammar, and is likely there now.
So who has the authority to aid me?
With the ceremonies over, speak to Bhelen in the palace and secure his support against the Blight.
With the ceremony over, speak to King Harrowmont in the Assembly and secure his support against the Blight.
That is unnecessary.
I withdraw my question.
It seems easy for you to dismiss them.
You have a better idea?
This isn't frivolous!
There's nothing aimless about this.
Letter
A letter
Soldier's Diary
This is a soldier's diary.
His last entries relate their desperate efforts to run from the darkspawn army.
Every trick they used to evade pursuit failed.
His last words, "Growls everywhere.
No time."
Is there something more I can help you with?
Ah, you return, Warden.
Is there more you would know from Orzammar's Memories?
I apologize, Warden.
I should not burden a stranger with such thoughts.
I am Czibor, the shaper of memories.
The exile's return is written in the Memories, as a Grey Warden's visit to renew the ancient alliance.
They ensure we forget nothing of our past, good or bad.
Where did you get these?
This is a serious crime.
I will have the Ministry of Lands begin an investigation into the Gavorns immediately.
The prince consulted me before his father died.
He wanted to know about King Bemot, the last king to rule during a Blight.
Bemot declared that, in times of war, the Warrior Caste answered directly to the king and all voting was suspended.
Bhelen seemed quite interested.
I can even trace my descent directly to House Zygmunt, which lost its thaig to the darkspawn thirteen generations ago.
I cannot speak my opinions.
History can be changed with a careless word.
The Gavorn family is a minor one, founded when a daughter of the Forender House married down to a Warrior Caste man.
Vartag Gavorn is on record asking the Assembly to bar Harrowmont from King Endrin's sickroom.
He is a vocal supporter of Prince Bhelen.
Then keep your silence.
The Shaperate will launch its own investigation into these forgeries.
I cannot discuss this so-called "carta." It is a criminal gang not acknowledged in the Memories.
What's this?
A list of names...
Most of these clans no longer even exist!
Is this authentic?
You bet your hairy arse it is!
Taken from a tablet in Caridin's fortress, no less!
Then... it is true?
The rumors of Caridin's so-called volunteers?
Extraordinary!
I would love to make a copy of this.
The Shaperate has never had much information on Caridin and his golems, much less proof of this magnitude!
Especially for one so new to our city.
I thought so.
This is not the first time he's made this plea.
On what basis would you have me insult the ancestors and overturn two thousand years of tradition?
I am not certain this is in Orzammar's best interests.
Our castes have served us well.
Wherever this Chantry has spread among humans, it replaced all beliefs preceding it.
Were we to let these preachers into Orzammar, how long before the ancestors stop hearing the voices praising them?
At least the words would come from one of our own.
I will record this conversation in the Memories.
I hope I do not come to regret it.
If you are trying to threaten Orzammar from inside its own walls, you are sadly lacking in any understanding of tactics.
You are an outsider, Warden, but not outside the law.
I hope you will not do anything to challenge the stability of Orzammar.
A Paragon is a dwarf whose accomplishments change Orzammar so much that the Assembly recognizes they've been born blessed.
There is one Paragon of this generation: a woman named Branka.
It could burn in a cave without vents and no one would choke from it.
It earned her Paragon status.
His children formed the Noble Caste.
The eldest, Kiotshett, trained his sons to defend their king.
They became the Warrior Caste.
Shotkyar founded the artisans; Orzatyar forged our first swords.
It was Orzammar who dug the mines that became our city's foundations.
The casteless descend from criminals and those repudiated by their own families.
Or who chose to go to the surface and live by human laws.
They have no ancestors to guide them and no families to claim them.
You do not exist.
Is there something more pleasant you wish to discuss?
But we lost too many battles, we lost our golems, and we lost our territory.
Now, the empire is simply ruined tunnels filled with darkspawn.
They were once our highways beneath the mountains.
Now, the darkspawn claim them and few venture there.
When it fell, we lost his secret to creating golems.
There are books about it along these walls if you would read more.
Where did you find it?
Every golem is precious to us.
We'd pay a good sum for a new find...
I'd sooner jump into a pit of lava.
They are to us what a colony is to surfacers.
They sealed the Deep Roads, abandoning everyone still trapped in far-flung settlements.
It was the only way to survive.
Kal Sharok is the only other city to outlast the Blight.
We only rediscovered them recently, and they still haven't forgiven us.
I will settle your mind if I can, Warden.
How do you know who I am?
Shaper of memories?
That is unnecessary.
I withdrawn my question.
<desc>Lie</desc> In Lord Harrowmont's personal library.
The papers are forged?
Is it true you're related to Harrowmont?
Do you get to vote on the next king?
But you have a preference for king?
What do you know about Vartag Gavorn?
I'd rather not say.
Do you know anything about this "carta?"
The Chantry's charities could greatly aid Orzammar.
The Chantry cares for widows and orphans.
The Chantry will educate children of all castes.
Would you rather wait for a human army to convert you?
I should Leave.
Tell me about Orzammar, Lord Shaper.
Are there any Paragons in Orzammar now?
That would be a mercy for them.
Is that what should've happened to me?
Is that who joins the carta?
Let's go back to my first questions.
Tell me some of Orzammar's history.
How did you lose your golems?
Golems like this?
What's a thaig?
Where is Kal Sharok?
I have a few questions.
I'm leaving for the Deep Roads now.
I've no more questions.
I'm sorry to disturb you.
Goodbye.
Ancient Tombstone
You found a textbook of arcane summoning rituals.
It would be unwise and altogether unsafe to engage in such exercises with the library in its present state.
Ash Wraith
But... where will you go?
You don't mean to...?
We all must have an end, Shayle.
May yours be one of your own choosing.
How is it that the woman was not able to disable me as she did you, Caridin?
I do not know.
Have you been altered?
I once had a pathetic little mage of a master.
He... did something to me.
Experimented on me.
And then I killed him and it rendered me paralyzed.
Hmm.
Perhaps he was bringing forth old memories?
And caused you to remember the time when... you fought at my side.
The paralysis you speak of always resulted when the master perished.
As for your free will... you were always a strong woman, Shayle.
I am pleased to see you remained such.
I don't know what to say.
Thank you.
<desc>Sigh</desc> Do not thank me.
All of this... this is my doing, my legacy.
I have what I have sought, here.
But I thank it for thinking I might.
Caridin?
The Paragon smith?
Alive?
Ah, there is a voice I recognize.
Shayle of the House of Cadash, step forward.
You... know my name?
Is it you that forged me, then?
Is it you that gave me my name?
Have you forgotten, then? <desc>Sigh</desc> It has been so long.
I made you into the golem you are now, Shayle, but before that you were a dwarf... just as I was.
The finest warrior to serve King Valtor, and the only woman to volunteer.
The only... woman?
A dwarf?
I laid you on the Anvil of the Void, here in this very room, and put you into the form you now possess.
The Anvil of the Void... that is what we seek.
You were amongst the most loyal, Shayle.
You remained at my side throughout, and at the end I sent you away out of mercy.
I... do not remember.
Shayle... you fought to destroy the Anvil once!
Do not allow it to fall into unthinking hands again!
You speak of things I do not remember.
You say we fought... did you use our control rods to command us to do so?
I destroyed the rods!
Perhaps my apprentices eventually learned to replace the rods, I do not know, but if so, then all they need is the Anvil to make all the slaves they need!
So it fights with Caridin?
Good.
That seems right.
I...
I am not sure what to believe.
Whatever I once was, it no longer matters.
Still, I believe this anvil should be destroyed.
I would see no more convenient slaves be created.
If it decides not to destroy the artifact...
I will stand with Caridin.
I hope it does not force me to.
And I cannot allow it to exist.
Caridin, I am yours to command.
And I welcome your presence.
I cannot be party to this.
Caridin, I am yours to command.
Shale?
Is there anything you want?
You made the Anvil, I take it?
I'm sorry, but the Anvil is needed.
<emp>Continue searching for a way into Jarvia's hideout</emp>
Jarvia's carta base is under Dust Town.
The doors are hidden, but Jarvia's men come and go freely.
Continue searching Dust Town for her men and the means they use to enter.
I'll enter the Proving, and see why the others withdrew.
Spiderling
Colored Inks
This is a collection of colored inks.
Ignacio's Dagger
This is for use only.
The player will never get this.
Ballista Mount
Deadfall (Blocked)
Dense Webs (Blocked)
I may not remember that dwarf, but I will honor her commitment.
Caridin said we must all choose our end.
This is my choice.
Caridin said we must all choose our end.
I do not think I am done just yet.
There are answers I may yet find.
Caridin gave me some, and I have nothing but time to seek the others.
I think I may return to Orthan Thaig.
Or maybe destroy the pigeons... <emp>all</emp> of them.
And thanks to it, I have come to a decision.
I intend to return to Orzammar, as it suggested, and fight the darkspawn.
They remind me of pigeons.
It will be enjoyable.
Until then, I wish it well.
It--<emp>you</emp> have been a fine friend.
Perhaps I will see it again, one day.
I hope so.
For a flesh creature it--<emp>you</emp> have made a fine friend.
Skeleton
Dragon Thrall
Hidden Trapdoor
Premium Content
<desc>She fixes you with a stare, and the faces of your companions float in your mind.
You are to choose which will be manipulated.</desc>
Pleasure is empty.
I want the love of those around me.
Alistair must have greater affection for me.
Leliana's affection could use a boost.
Morrigan could be more agreeable.
Sten needs to be more approving of me.
Wynne needs more affection for me.
Zevran should have more affection for me.
Can't blame me for trying.
Let's go over your offer.
Are there pigeons here?
I think we should look for them.
I wonder what it must be like to float?
Or drown?
Lovely.
A place to store human waste, in all manners of the word.
They should keep all flesh creatures in confinement, not just the mages.
I think if these statues were golems they would ask what the fascination is with bowls.
I would sooner eat a book than read it.
Such interesting decoration.
Is this abnormal?
It is as if a flesh creature exploded all over the room.
Fascinating.
Oh.
It seems as if one of them is still alive, here.
I fail to see the relevance of a dream world.
Now this is more like it!
This is the fort that we need to ascend, no?
I could just walk along the lake bottom to reach the tower.
It, however, could not.
I take it we are here to see the mages?
Lovely.
It is moments like this when I am grateful for the inability to smell.
Perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree?
The only "wonder" of Thedas is how everything got to be so very brown.
Coins are so pretty.
Perhaps I should eat some and startle the locals?
A mass of flesh crawling over the entire landscape like a river of slugs.
That's my definition of a city.
Challenge someone to arm-wrestle me.
That would be fun.
Does it think they might have a chisel strong enough to chip my stone?
I doubt it.
There was a time in Honnleath when two filthy wretches rubbed together right beneath me--unbearable!
Place needs a good dusting.
I don't understand.
These "elves" look the same as any other flesh creature.
What is the difference?
Are these pets?
Mounts?
Food?
Night-time companions for half-blind hunters?
Do not perish.
If I deactivate here, I will be overgrown inside a month.
Humans do seem to love leaving their trash lying around everywhere, don't they?
I assume we do not need to look for werewolf droppings to figure out this is their lair?
There are no doubt many traps here.
Don't get squished.
Some manner of large creature lies ahead.
Perhaps it will eat you?
Orzammar lies this way, no?
They make golems in such a place, do they not?
Imagine if all of those were golems...
Lava bad.
Don't go near the lava.
Hmph.
At least there are no pigeons here.
I hope that is someone being murdered and not simply singing.
A brawl would be a pleasant diversion right about now.
What do they have to prove?
They're all soft, filthy things that are going to die.
A higher class of midget lives here, I'll wager.
Such big houses they have.
Even I could shatter from this height, surely...
We are here to kill them all, yes?
For sport?
The Anvil of the Void is near.
I can feel it.
This... is a holy place.
Do I remember?
I... am not sure.
Hmm.
No, I don't think I have ever been here before.
Are there birds nearby?
We should look for them... and destroy them!
So perhaps this place is not so abandoned after all?
A few repairs and this would make for an excellent bedroom.
Bored now.
If this place had any <emp>decent</emp> traps, that would be a golem.
I bet there is an inscription: "I died a long time ago, like every other puny flesh creature."
Ut!
Let's keep back from the lava, now!
My only consolation is that, if that thing swallows me, I will give it indigestion.
Oh, this should be good.
Perhaps I could simply throw it across?
No need for a bridge, then.
Those ashes better be able to part the ocean, that's all I have to say.
I suppose we are supposed to work together somehow?
Looks like someone's been having fun down here.
I'm jealous.
Think if we ask nicely they'll let us join in?
Lovely.
Looks as if they've blocked the door, somehow.
I suppose we'll need to find another way down?
The Dead Trenches.
I remember its name, but nothing else.
Wilhelm found me somewhere down here.
I wish I knew where exactly.
The problem with soft, squishy brains is that they go sour.
Take the dwarven woman, for instance.
Unbelievable!
I see this is about to get even worse.
Is it certain we need to be here?
This cannot end well.
Is that singing?
Down in this place?
The darkspawn will only return behind us, now.
There is no end to them.
It seems this tower is even older than I am.
Let me guess: this ends in tragedy?
That might amount to something useful, later.
It may want to hold onto that.
Does it think that might be important?
If it urinates on me, I crush it.
No.
You have my apologies and nothing more.
I don't have the money for whatever your habit is.
Select the plot flags to set
More Alistair Flags...
395237 	: Times have changed in Orzammar, but let's see that discount.
It's not that I'm worried about it perishing, necessarily.
Let's face it: I will be alive long after it has turned to dust, anyhow.
Still, things have been so much more interesting since it activated me.
Shame to end that, really.
That is an excellent way to look at it.
If it likes.
Of course it will.
Anything would be more interesting than being a statue.
I'll take that as "good luck," I guess?
No need to worry.
I'll be back.
Thanks, Shale.
I appreciate it.
Lovely.
Let's get someone else possessed, shall we?
And we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it.
Just so you know.
Is anyone surprised?
Anyone?
Oh?
It's not dead?
Can we kick it, first?
Oh, good eye.
Perhaps it should consider crushing its head?
Quickly?
And here I thought I was the only one.
All right, that's enough.
Let me crush a few body parts it can't possibly miss.
We crushed their heads.
It was fun.
And here I was hoping for at least a small party.
Did it tell him not to go insane?
Because he doesn't seem to listen well.
Oh, how precious.
<desc>snort</desc> And people say that <emp>golems</emp> aren't very lively.
And naturally you're not frightened of us at all, oh no.
Surprising, isn't it?
Nothing a good head-crushing wouldn't solve, I say.
Is anyone surprised?
I am not surprised.
<desc>snort</desc> Not <emp>just</emp> the Grey Warden, thank you.
Yes.
Certainly no way for me to blend in with all the <emp>other</emp> statues.
Oh!
Yes!
Let me!
Let me!
I don't like this one.
Can we not simply crush its head?
Lovely.
It's a whole <emp>colony</emp>.
Shale returned to Orzammar not long after the battle in Denerim, fighting in the Proving Grounds and defeating every opponent.
The dwarves reluctantly agreed to restore her status as a member of the lost House Cadash.
Pleased, Shale ventured into the Deep Roads to do battle with the darkspawn and was not seen again.
Shale left Ferelden soon after the battle at Denerim, refusing all offers of reward by the royal court.
The golem was not seen again... but rumors abounded of an angry dwarven woman in the far north who hunted pigeons with reckless abandon.
Shale departed soon after the battle at Denerim.
The golem did not indicate a destination, but pigeon populations along the Amaranthine coast have fallen dramatically.
I don't know if I'm interested in more death.
Not my problem, Mouse.
Castle Cousland
Book
The Landsmeet is over.
Alistair, son of the great Maric, is to be king, and <FirstName/> will be his queen.
It is time to assemble your armies and march against the darkspawn.
The Blight will not prevail against the strength of a united Ferelden.
<emp>Elves Safe For Now</emp>
Shianni has left the alienage for safety.
<act>Lie</act> I found his remains.
He died heroically, long ago.
Not to my tastes.
Farewell.
Soldier Corpse
Blight
Blight Wolf
Scroll
I'll be back with a ten-sovereign incentive for the job.
I'll bring you a twenty-sovereign incentive.
I want quality.
King Bhelen Aeducan
King Pyral Harrowmont
Party Storage Chest
You found the amulet the beggar girl in the alienage spoke of.
Return it to her.
Hearing Voices
You returned the beggar girl's amulet to her.
The trail signs of the Chasind have alerted you to an old cache in the Korcari Wilds.
You found the old Chasind cache in the Korcari Wilds.
Events drew your attention away from the Korcari Wilds.
I have ties.
Gold that I... secured.
I take issue with this!
More pressing matters have taken you from the Korcari Wilds.
Rage Demon
You found an interesting amulet.
Someone in the alienage is probably missing it.
Dead Ogre
The drake scale armor is done!
And it's... well, decent.
A few things I'm rather proud of.
And it didn't take as long as I feared.
Odd.
You better be <emp>very</emp> proud, Wade.
We can't afford any more flights of fancy.
I feel good, actually.
I wouldn't mind working on lord such-and-such's armor today.
We'll see how long this lasts.
Here's your armor.
Now, please leave.
Receive one dragon scale.
Bodyguard
Wait!
I must prepare.
Can you hold the darkspawn for now?
Take me inside.
There must be no more delays!
Varathorn's Goods
Wade's Armor
Gorim
You found a seriously injured elven hunter in the forest, smothered him, looted his equipment and left his body for the animals to find.
Possessed Templar
You must find and kill a darkspawn general last seen at the market.
You have killed the darkspawn general at the market.
The market has been overrun by darkspawn and they are all gone now.
Perhaps the general will show up later.
Darkspawn at the Market
You must find and kill a darkspawn general last seen at the elven alienage.
You have killed the darkspawn general at the elven alienage.
The alienage has been overrun by darkspawn and they are all gone now.
Perhaps the general will show up later.
Darkspawn at the Alienage
Love Letter
<desc>This is the tombstone of a Tevinter general.
The epitaph makes it clear that his spirit was left to guard over something.</desc>
<desc>You see a tombstone before you.
It gives you an uneasy feeling.</desc>
<act>Leave the tombstone alone.</act>
<act>Disturb the tombstone.</act>
<desc>Familiar warding runes are carved into this tombstone.</desc>
<desc>The air seems unnaturally cold around this ancient tombstone.</desc>
<act>Disturb the wards.</act>
<desc>The air seems unnaturally cold around this ancient tombstone.
Runes of warding are carved into the surface.</desc>
You have angered Cammen and he will have nothing further to do with you.
Origin - Blocked
Blocked - Deadfall
Refugee Caravan
I hereby pledge my oath of loyalty to you, until such a time as you choose to release me from it.
I am your man, without reservation... this I swear.
Wagon
Fence - Blocked
Banner
Tent
Bandit Camp
Side Path around Camp
Entry - Blocked
Rubble - Blocked
Kolgrim's Horn
This horn, emblazoned with a modified Chantry symbol, belonged to Father Kolgrim of Haven.
When he wished to "commune" with the high dragon that he believed to be Andraste reborn, this horn would sound out from the mountaintop.
Bodies at camp
But these are tales yet to be told. <emp>This</emp> tale ended with the death of the archdemon and the end of the Blight before it truly began.
Surely <FirstName/> would be heard from again...
Anora
Hurlock
Prisoner
Giant Poisonous Spider
Thaig Crawler
Circle Mage
Corrupted Spider
A Landmark Tree
<emp>Enter the hidden temple</emp>
You found Brother Genitivi.
The villagers of Haven captured him when he arrived in search of the Urn.  He has shown you how to use Eirik's medallion to open the door to the hidden temple where he thinks the Urn of Sacred Ashes might be found.
You survived the Harrowing.
Jowan, another Circle apprentice, roused you from your slumber the morning after.
After fretting about his own delayed Harrowing, Jowan informed you that Irving would like to speak with you.
You are now part of the Circle of Magi, having survived the Harrowing.
First Enchanter Irving congratulated you on your success, and also introduced you to Duncan, a Grey Warden.
While you survived your Harrowing, others are not quite so lucky.
Jowan is convinced that he is about to be made Tranquil.
He plans to break into the Circle's repository to destroy his phylactery.
With the phylactery destroyed, the templars will be unable to hunt him down, allowing him to escape.
You agreed to help Jowan in this. 
Genlock Rogue
You have entered the Frostback Mountains, en route to the dwarven city of Orzammar.
If the dwarves honor your treaty, they will aid you in your battle against the Blight. 
Carving
Official Notice
Bearing arms is strictly prohibited: Elves who have swords will die upon them.
Cullen, a templar imprisoned by the mages, argued that the only way to be rid of blood magic for certain was to eliminate all the mages.
When you moved to act on his suggestion, Wynne intervened to stop you, and died in the attempt.
Books
You're surrounded by darkspawn corpses!
What happened here?
Denerim Market District
Plate
Dragon Hoard
Shadow Wolf
On the Road
You returned the acorn to the Grand Oak.
The hermit is sure to be disappointed.
Camp for the Night
Cammen's love life is no longer of concern.
Athras has gone to seek out Danyla for himself.
The home of the wealthy Bann Franderel.
The hidden home of the infamous Witch of the Wilds.
Market
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<emp>Follow's Branka's trail through the Dead Trenches</emp>
You found a dwarven woman named Hespith, one of Branka's captains who was captured by the darkspawn.
She said that Branka went through the Dead Trenches, and the halls of Bownammar.
In her delirium, she also spoke of darker things...
<emp>Speak to the lords of the Assembly</emp>
The leadership of Orzammar is in chaos.
Addressing the Assembly seems like the likely place to start looking for a solution.
The Chamber of the Assembly is in the Diamond Quarter.
With the Veil to the Fade torn, spirits and demons could infiltrate the castle.
Powerful ones could kill and create those walking corpses.
Spirit Door
You have met a stranded merchant, Felix.
Such a well-traveled man may have particularly useful wares to offer.
Shale Offer Story So Far
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