All right, so. Now that I've handled that with my... usual deft brilliance. Time to move on! And take a cold bath, maybe.

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.

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.

You know, you are just too understanding about stuff like this. Can't you be more judgmental? I'm trying to rant, here.

No, I just... didn't see myself being here.

Here's my decision, then: I'm no longer a Grey Warden. I'm leaving.

King Maric, Cailan's father, reaffirmed the power the Grey Wardens were given during the Blights.

(Sigh) If I do become king, I don't know what that will mean for the two of us.

I don't know. I sure hope so.

No, of course not! But there must have been another way! Something that didn't involve using blood magic, of all things!

I'd be careful. First it's, "I like you..." but then "Zap!" Frog time.

The Dalish don't practice cremation, do they? How do your people honor your dead?

What next?

Are you really surprised? You?

The grand cleric wouldn't have let me go if Duncan never forced the issue. I'll always be grateful to him.

You will be missed. Fare you well.

My thanks.

Oh, I give up. Do what you want.

Well maybe you should ask her why she likes me so much, instead of bothering me with it.

I could see it becoming very hard to tear myself away from you. Impossible, even.

What she said.

You know, I feel as if I could sleep for days. Do you feel it? It's... not quite right.

Well, you're going to have to.

True. But if you're here, what does that make you?

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.

Right, I'll shut up. Don't speak out! Don't tell anyone that a traitor should die, oh no.

And here I thought... never mind. I guess you've made your decision.

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.

Oh, wait, I get it. I talk too much, right? That was subtle.

Then I guess a romance between you and I is completely out of the question, huh?

It's tempting. But I'm sorry to say that my support won't mean much without the support of the templars.

I wish I could see that. One person assaulting Fort Drakon all alone...

Careful. I'm sensing darkspawn nearby. Best be on your guard.

What about Sten? The way he looks at me, with those eyes... creepy. And he's so quiet for someone so big.

Ha! On that we're in agreement.

Let me guess: this is where the poor people live?

Right.

Oh, he didn't do anything to you. Let it go.

My...? Oh.

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.

He even put me on this throne, despite my protests. But there was no telling him no, right?

Have fun ending the Blight... or whatever. I guess you made your decision, right? So goodbye.

Er... yes? I don't know what else to call it.

Knight-Commander Greagoir, please step forward.

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?

So I fooled you, did I? Good to know.

If I'm king, I have no idea what that would mean for us. I... I'll need to think some more about that.

Somehow I'm not surprised. You're just lucky that way, right?

Remind me to stay on your good side.

There's nothing wrong with living with my sister. I've never had a real family, before.