alistairisms

Have you... had someone close to you die? Not that I mean to pry, I'm just...

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.

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.

Maybe this might help? It belongs to the love of my life... but she seems to find stuff like this everywhere she goes.

Right you are. We have to convince everyone there are monsters that need fighting. Who would have thought?

Whoa, whoa! Let's not go crazy, here!

Hmm. You're probably right.

No... wait.... I remember a... tower. The Circle... it was under attack.... there were demons. That's all I really remember.

According to the Chant of Light, the Maker imprisoned the Old Gods underground long ago as punishment for tricking mankind into worshipping them.

Very nearly, Ser Donall. May I introduce my fellow Grey Warden? We are the last two in Ferelden, as far as I know.

Barely. But better her than me, that's what I say.

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?

You're not actually asking me this, are you? What kind of ritual is this, anyway?

No. I thought about writing her, but I never did. And then we were called down to Ostagar and I never got the chance.

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.

Oh. I, uh, guess you've got a more colorful background than Duncan let on.

How enlightening. At any rate, I'll stay with you whatever you decide.

No. No, I'm not his son.

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.

Oooo... stars...

Fergus Cousland, please step forward.

At any rate, that's it. That's what I had to tell you. I thought you should know about it.

My shirt has a hole in it.

I suppose you're right.

Are there people who are ready for that sort of thing?

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?

I think it is best. For both our sakes.

It's important. But... I suppose it could wait. It already has, after all.

There is no way to make that right. No way at all.

It's so nice to see everyone working together in a crisis. Warms the heart.