alistairisms

We don't know what will happen tomorrow. Riordan could end it. Or both of us could die before we even get close.

Not as Grey Wardens. Not while I was there. I saw pictures of some, though none of them were as pretty as you are.

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.

That means some pretty extreme things. Whatever it takes to bring victory.

Or maybe just until lunch. Lunch makes everything better. Oh, look! I have cheese!

But I wouldn’t count on it. When we fought the Archdemon, he did things that… He walks a dark path.

I suppose maybe I could give her some money... for my nieces and nephews? Fifteen sovereigns, maybe? Would you let me give her that?

I do want to be king. I didn't, but now I do. And I want to be a good king.

Thank you. For everything.

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.

The Tevinter Empire had big statues of them. Each dragon had a name and a place in the cosmos... It's all very intricate.

I could get used to this, you know.

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.

You got anything for poison? No? Awww.

No, I'm not. So just back off, all right? The Joining is kept a secret for a reason.

Great. I am thrilled beyond words. No, really.

You ever wonder why the mages built their tower out in the middle of Lake Calenhad? They have an aversion to practicality or something?

You could, but you'd be the first today.

If becoming a Grey Warden were easy, we wouldn't recruit the best.

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.

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.

Uh-oh. Brain-eaters. On the loose.

You didn't answer my question. About why the Crows wouldn't send their best man.

Err... all right. Later it is. Sorry to, umm, bother you.

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.

And you're... you know, grandmotherly. Grandmothers do that sort of thing, don't they? Darning socks and whatnot.

It's not such a bad life. Just tell Bann Teagan we sent you.

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.

I understand. Ferelden's loss.

Me, too. I wonder why nobody ever taught me her version of the Chant when I was a templar.