Don't you wish you could have stayed there? To help more people, I mean?

I... I'm sorry, too. For a great many things.

Why? Because of some grey hair? You are a formidable woman, Wynne. You could see that it happens.

You think so, huh?

Somehow, that's a compliment. I'm sure of it.

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.

I did, once. You're the one who convinced me differently, if you recall. You said I should stand up for myself.

Hmm. You know, according to all the sisters at the monastery, I should have been struck by lightning by now.

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!

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

What? You're... you're drunk, aren't you!

Very nice. Lovely the bargains we make these days.

Whoa! Whoa! Let's not get out of hand, here!

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.

At any rate, he must remember you helping him back at Ostagar. You're imprinted. Lucky you.

Time to taste steel!

The archdemon.

He gave his life to destroy the Blight, a sacrifice we must never forget.

Alright! Let's go!

Now this is peculiar. Whoever this belonged to must have just recently abandoned it. We should be careful.

With more questions I'll bet, lovely.

A little creepy, that.

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?

Err... traps? Yes, I think there's traps.

Well, that's just it. It... doesn't really look like you're doing anything.

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.

Just forget I said anything. We have better things to do right now, anyhow.

Yes, I guess you did that. And I'm grateful, I am.

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...

If only it were that simple.

So this might sound a bit strange, but I have to ask. It's a, uh, personal question.

What? I'm not jealous! I'm horrified.

Right. My cooking will kill us. That's all I meant.

Oh, no. No, I don't think so.

No. Well... maybe. I don't know. I suppose it's done, isn't it? And it'll have to be enough.

You wouldn't understand. Don't worry. I don't expect you to.

But it was just you and your mother there? No one else?

Maybe. It doesn't hurt to have a pretty girl say that, though. Beats being run through with a sword any day!

I wish I wasn't, believe me. I hate being right.

I'd figure you'd be the sort who knows all about deception.

I think you just don't want to talk to me, that's what.

Of course not.

Or did I dream all of that? Funny the dreams you'll have when you sleep on the cold, hard ground, isn't it?

That's the spirit.

Know me too well, do you? (Sigh) You're probably right.

Well that's comforting.

Should I be glad to hear that? Maybe I should.

I was so scared that I might lose you, but... here you are. And here I am. Not bad, right?

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.