(RECAP) This blight must be stopped, here and now.
If it spreads to the north, Ferelden will fall.
Our numbers in Ferelden are too few. We must do what we can,
and look to Teyrn Loghain to make up the difference.
We should proceed with the Joining ritual without delay.
(RECAP) So it was that the first Grey Wardens drank of darkspawn blood
and mastered their taint.
You are called upon to submit yourself to the Taint. For the greater good.
It is finished. Welcome.
(RECAP) You may call me Morrigan
Those documents are Grey Warden property, and I suggest you return them.
Twas not I who removed them, twas my mother, in fact.
Take them to your Grey Wardens and tell them
this Blight's threat is greater than they realise.
(RECAP) If the Beacon is not lit, Teyrn Loghain's men won't know when to charge.
(battle sounds)
(RECAP) Sound...the retreat.
*roaring*
*King Cailan crying out*
*crushing noises*
MORRIGAN: Ah, your eyes finally open. Mother shall be pleased.
ELISSA: I remember you - the girl from the Wilds!
MORRIGAN: I am Morrigan, lest you have forgotten.
and we are in 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?
ELISSA: I remember being overwhelmed by darkspawn...
MORRIGAN: 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.
Those he abandoned, were massacred.
Your friend - he is not taking it well.
ELISSA: Neither am I, this is horrible!
MORRIGAN: Of that I have no doubt.
Your friend has been inconsolable since Mother told him the news.
He is outside by the fire. Mother asked to see you when you awoke.
ELISSA: Were my injuries severe?
MORRIGAN: Yes, but I expect you shall be fine. The darkspawn did nothing Mother could not heal.
ELISSA: What about Alistair - is he alright?
MORRIGAN: He is, as you are. I suppose it would be unkind to say he is being childish...?
ELISSA: *Very* unkind. Those were his friends!
MORRIGAN: And you think they would encourage his blubbering?
if so, they are not the sort of Grey Wardens the legends note...
ELISSA: Why does your mother want to see me?
MORRIGAN: I do not know. She rarely tells me her plans.
ELISSA: I have some questions, if you don't mind?
MORRIGAN: I do not mind, take your time.
ELISSA: Are we safe here? Where are the Darkspawn?
MORRIGAN: 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.
ELISSA: Why did you mother save us?
MORRIGAN: 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.
ELISSA: Mmm...thanks a lot.
MORRIGAN: I am only being practical.
ELISSA: How did she manage to rescue us, exactly?
MORRIGAN: She turned into a giant bird, and plucked the two of you from atop the tower.
MORRIGAN: One in each talon.
If you do not believe that tale, then I suggest you ask Mother yourself. She may even tell you.
ELISSA: Are there any survivors besides us?
MORRIGAN: Only stragglers that are long gone. You...would not want to see what is happening
in that valley now.
ELISSA: Why did Teyrn Loghain abandon the king?!
MORRIGAN: I do not know who this Loghain even is! Perhaps ask Mother of it.
ELISSA: I think I've asked enough questions.
MORRIGAN: I agree. 'Tis time you speak with Mother, then be on your way.
(theme music plays)
MORRIGAN'S MOTHER: See? Here is your fellow Grey Warden.
ALISTAIR: You...you're alive!
(laughs in shock) I thought you were dead for sure!
ELISSA: I'm fine. I appreciate your concern.
ALISTAIR: This doesn't seem real...if it weren't for Morrigan's mother
we'd be dead on top of that tower...
MORRIGAN'S MOTHER: Do not talk about me as if I am not present, lad.
ALISTAIR: I - I didn't mean...but, but what do we call you?
You never told us your name?
MORRIGAN'S MOTHER: Names are pretty, but useless. The Chasind folk call me Flemeth.
I suppose it will do.
ALISTAIR: *The* Flemeth? From the legends?
Daveth was right. You're the Witch of the Wilds, aren't you?
FLEMETH: And what does that mean?
I know a bit of magic, and it has served you both well, has it not?
ELISSA: So...why did you save us?
FLEMETH: Well, we cannot have all the Grey Wardens dying at once, can we?
Someone has to deal with these darkspawn.
It has always been the Grey Warden's duty to unite the lands against the Blights
or did that change when I wasn't looking?
ELISSA: It changed when most of them were slaughtered.
FLEMETH: If you think small numbers make you helpless, you are already defeated.
ALISTAIR: But we were fighting the darkspawn - the king had nearly defeated them!
Why would Loghain do this?
FLEMETH: Now that is a good question.
Men's hearts hold shadows darker than any tainted creature.
Perhaps he believes the Blight is an army he can out-manoeuvre?
Perhaps he does not see that the evil behind it is the true threat.
ALISTAIR: The Archdemon.
ELISSA: What is this Archdemon exactly?
FLEMETH: 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.
ELISSA: Will you help us fight this blight, Flemeth?
FLEMETH: Me? I am just an old woman who lives in the Wilds.
I know nothing of Blights and Darkspawn.
ALISTAIR: Well, whatever Loghain's insanity, he obviously thinks the Darkspawn are a minor threat
We must warn everyone this isn't the case.
FLEMETH: And who will believe you?
Unless you think to convince this Loghain of his mistake.
ALISTAIR: 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!
ELISSA: Arl Eamon? The Arl of Redcliffe?
ALISTAIR: I suppose...Arl Eamon wasn't at Ostagar, he still has all his men.
And he was Cailan's uncle. 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!
ELISSA: Surely there are other allies we could call on?
ALISTAIR: 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!
FLEMETH: I may be old, but dwarves, elves, mages...
this Arl Eamon and who knows what else - this sounds like an army to me.
ALISTAIR: So can we do this? Go to Redcliffe and these other places, and build an army?
ELISSA: Why not? Isn't that what Grey Wardens do?
FLEMETH: So you are set then? Ready to be Grey Wardens?
ELISSA: Yes. Thank you for everything Flemeth.
FLEMETH: No no, thank you.
You are the Grey Wardens here, not I.
Now, before you go, there is yet one more thing I can offer you.
MORRIGAN: The stew is bubbling, Mother dear, shall we have two guests for the eve, or none?
FLEMETH: The Grey Wardens are leaving shortly, girl, and you will be joining them.
MORRIGAN: Such a shame - what?!
FLEMETH: You heard me, girl.
The last time I looked, you had ears (laughs)
ELISSA: Thank you, but if Morrigan doesn't wish to join us...
FLEMETH: Her magic will be useful.
Even better? She knows the Wilds and how to get past the horde.
MORRIGAN: Have *I* no say in this?
FLEMETH: 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.
ELISSA: ...Was this your idea all along?
FLEMETH: Pardon me, but I had the impression that you two needed assistance
whatever the form.
ALISTAIR: 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.
FLEMETH: If you do not wish help from us illegal mages, young man
perhaps I should have left you on that tower?
ALISTAIR: Point taken.
MORRIGAN: Mother, this is not how I wanted this - I'm not even ready!
FLEMETH: 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.
MORRIGAN: I...understand.
FLEMETH: And you Wardens, do you understand?
I give you that which I value above all in this world.
I do this because you must succeed.
ELISSA: I understand.
MORRIGAN: Allow me to get my things, if you please...
DURGEN: (barks)
MORRIGAN: 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.
ELISSA: No, I prefer you speak your mind.
FLEMETH: (laughs) You will regret saying that.
MORRIGAN: Dear, sweet Mother, you are so kind to cast me out like this!
How fondly I shall remember this moment.
FLEMETH: Well I always said 'If you want something done, do it yourself.'
Or hear about it for a decade or two afterwards...
ALISTAIR: I just...do you *really* want to take her along because her *mother* says so?
ELISSA: We need all the help we can get.
ALISTAIR: I guess you're right.
The Grey Wardens have always taken allies where they could find them...
MORRIGAN: I am *so* pleased to have your approval.
ELISSA: Actually, I have some questions.
MORRIGAN: I may have answers. Ask.
ELISSA: Have you never been outside the Wilds?
MORRIGAN: 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.
ELISSA: Is that what you want?
MORRIGAN: What I want, 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.
ELISSA: How are we going to get past the darkspawn?
MORRIGAN: The real question is how we are going to get your friend past the darkspawn, is it not?
ALISTAIR: That's true. We can sense the darkspawn. Conversely, they can sense us.
ELISSA: I don't sense any darkspawn.
ALISTAIR: 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.
MORRIGAN: 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.
ELISSA: The Darkspawn are camped farther in the forest?
MORRIGAN: They come from underground, like an eruption.
They broke through deep within the forest, and that is where they will be most concentrated.
ELISSA: Tell me about this village to the north.
MORRIGAN: 'Tis a small place of little consequence called Lothering.
No more than a stop upon your Imperial highway
where travellers 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.
ALISTAIR: A Chantry? And they never in all this time thought that *maybe* you were a witch?
MORRIGAN: Of course they have! They even called out their Templars, once.
They found nothing.
ELISSA: Is there any reason to go to Lothering then?
MORRIGAN: I mention it for its tavern, where travellers gather with news from other places.
'Tis small enough that our appearance might go unnoticed.
Beyond that, 'tis close and I know the way.
ELISSA: What skills do you have, exactly?
MORRIGAN: I know a few spells...though I am nowhere near as powerful as Mother.
I have also studied History, and your Grey Warden treaties.
ALISTAIR: Can you cook?
MORRIGAN: I *can* cook, yes....
ELISSA: Nevermind him, you don't have to cook.
ALISTAIR: You missed your chance. Now it's charred rabbit from here on out.
ELISSA: Are you really Flemeth's daughter?
MORRIGAN: 'Twas she who raised me, and thus I consider her my mother, born from her womb or not
'Tis what you meant, yes?
ELISSA: I'm just...wondering her age?
MORRIGAN: She would no more tell me than you, I assure you.
ELISSA: I have no more questions.
MORRIGAN: Farewell, Mother.
Do not forget the stew on the fire, I would hate to return to a burned down hut.
FLEMETH: Bah! 'Tis far more likely you will return to see this entire area, along with my hut
swallowed up by the Blight!
MORRIGAN: I...All I meant, was...
FLEMETH: Yes, I know. Do try to have fun, dear.
LOGHAIN: And I expect each of you to supply these men.
We must rebuild what was lost at Ostagar, and quickly.
There are those that 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.
BANN TEAGAN: Your lordship, if I might speak?
You have declared yourself Queen Anora's regent, and claimed we must unite under your banner for our own good.
But what of the army lost at Ostagar? Your withdrawal was most...fortuitous.
(crowd gasp)
LOGHAIN: 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!
TEAGAN: The Bannorn will not bow to you simply because you demand it!
LOGHAIN: Understand this - I will brook no threat to this nation from you, or anyone
QUEEN ANORA: Bann Teagan, please!
TEAGAN: Your Majesty, your father risks civil war. If Eamon were here...
ANORA: Bann Teagan, my father is doing what is best.
TEAGAN: Did he also do what was best for your husband, Your Majesty?
BANDIT LEADER: Wake up gentlemen, more travellers to attend to!
I'd guess the pretty one is the leader.
BANDIT #1: Uhhh...they don't look much like them others...
You know, uh, maybe we should just let these ones pass.
BANDIT LEADER: Nonsense. Greetings, travellers!
ALISTAIR: Highwaymen. Preying on those fleeing the darkspawn, I suppose.
MORRIGAN: They are fools to get in our way. I say teach them a lesson.
BANDIT LEADER: Now is that any way to greet someone? (tuts)
A simple 10 silvers and you're free to move on.
ELISSA: You should listen to your friend, we're not refugees.
BANDIT #1: What did I tell you? No wagons, and this one looks armed...
BANDIT LEADER: The toll applies to everyone Hanric! That's why it's a toll, and not, say, a refugee tax.
HANRIC: Ohhh! Right! Even if you're no refugee, you still got to pay!
ELISSA: You're toll collectors then?
BANDIT LEADER: Indeed, for the upkeep of the Imperial Highway! It's a bit of a mess, isn't it.
ELISSA: You're fixing the highway? I think not.
BANDIT LEADER: Not much gets past you, I see
HANRIC: It's not really a toll, we're just robbing you, see?
BANDIT LEADER: Do shut up. Even a genlock would have understood that.
ELISSA: Forget it, I'm not paying.
BANDIT LEADER: Well, I can't say I'm pleased to hear that. We have rules, you know.
HANRIC: Right, we get to ransack your corpse then. Those are the rules.
ELISSA: Do you *really* want to fight a Grey Warden?
HANRIC: Did she say she's a Grey Warden? Them ones killed the king!
BANDIT LEADER: Traitors to Ferelden, I hear. Teyrn Loghain put quite a bounty on any who are found...
HANRIC: But, aren't them Grey Wardens good? I mean, really good?
Good enough to kill a king?
BANDIT LEADER: You have a point. Well, let's forget about the toll and just leave you to your darkspawn-fighting, king-killing ways.
ELISSA: You know, the Grey Wardens *could* use a donation....
BANDIT LEADER: You don't say.
HANRIC: They's *really* good, boss, remember?
BANDIT LEADER: Well, yes...20 silvers? That's all we've collected today.
ELISSA: An *excellent* donation, thank you.
BANDIT LEADER: Then take it! Do enjoy your stay in Lothering, and all that...
ALISTAIR: Well, there it is. Lothering.
Pretty as a painting.
MORRIGAN: 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?
ALISTAIR: 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?
MORRIGAN: Before or after I stopped laughing?
ALISTAIR: Right, very creepy. Forget I asked.
ELISSA: What did you want to talk about Alistair?
MORRIGAN: His navel, I suspect. He certainly has been contemplating it for long enough.
ALISTAIR: Oh, I get it. This is the part where we're shocked to discover
how you've never had a friend your entire life.
MORRIGAN: I can be friendly when I desire to, alas
desiring to be more *intelligent* does not make it so.
ALISTAIR: ...Anyway, I thought we should talk about where we intend to go first.
ELISSA: I need to look for Fergus - he might still be alive...
ALISTAIR: He was out scouting in the Wilds, wasn't he? That's what the king said.
MORRIGAN: Then attempting to look for him there would be foolish.
He is either dead, or he managed to flee to the north.
ALISTAIR: Very sensitive.
MORRIGAN: 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.
ELISSA: That doesn't mean I shouldn't look for him!
MORRIGAN: 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.
ALISTAIR: I *think* what Flemeth suggested is the best idea.
These treaties - have you looked at them?
ELISSA: What do you mean?
ALISTAIR: These 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.
ELISSA: Is there a way to contact the Grey Wardens?
ALISTAIR: 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.
ELISSA: And what do you think we should do, Morrigan?
MORRIGAN: 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.
ALISTAIR: Yes, he certainly wouldn't see that coming
and it's not like he has the advantage of an army, and experience and-
MORRIGAN: 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.
ELISSA: Why are you leaving it up to me?
ALISTAIR: Well I don't know where we should go!
I'll do whatever you decide.
MORRIGAN: Now that is unsurprising.
ALISTAIR: 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.
ELISSA: Then we need to find these people.
ALISTAIR: I can give you directions, if you like.
ELISSA: Where do we find the Circle of Magi?
ALISTAIR: That would be at their tower on Lake Calenhad, to the north.
We'll be looking for the First Enchanter, whoever that is.
ELISSA: And where would Loghain be, exactly?
ALISTAIR: 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.
ELISSA: Where do we find the Dwarves?
ALISTAIR: We would need to speak to their king, in Orzammar.
That means heading west into the Frostback mountains, which won't be easy.
ELISSA: And where will we find the Dalish elves?
ALISTAIR: 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.
ELISSA: Where do we find Arl Eamon?
Alistair: 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.
ELISSA: I don't need any more directions.
ALISTAIR: Then you have a plan?
ELISSA: I'm ready to get going.
ALISTAIR: Fair enough. Let's head into the village whenever you're ready.
MORRIGAN: I have a wonder, Alistair - if you will indulge me?
ALISTAIR: Do I have a choice?
MORRIGAN: 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.
ALISTAIR: You find that curious, do you?
MORRIGAN: In fact, you defer to a new recruit...
is this the policy of the Grey Wardens, or simply a personal one?
ALISTAIR: What do you want to hear, that I prefer to follow?
I do.
MORRIGAN: You sound so very defensive...
ALISTAIR: Couldn't you crawl into a bush somewhere... and die?
VILLAGER: We were lucky, we had the coin to pay the toll to those bandits...
many didn't.
TEMPLAR: 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.
ELISSA: What do you mean?
TEMPLAR: 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.
ELISSA: Are you keeping me from going in?
TEMPLAR: I'm just warning you - things may not be as hospitable as you'd expect.
People are frightened.
ELISSA: Is anyone in charge here?
TEMPLAR: The Bann has marched north with Teyrn Loghain.
So Lothering's on its own.
Most folks look to Elder Miriam, otherwise you could speak to Ser Bryant in the Chantry, I suppose
It's up to you.
VILLAGER: A few knights have come through here searching for some holy artifact.
Not one of them stopped to help!
ALISTAIR: It's just a guess, but I'm thinking everyone in Lothering
is aware of the approaching darkspawn horde.
CHANTER DEVONS: And I lean 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.'
ELISSA: Uh, greetings?
CHANTER DEVONS: (chuckles)
(chuckles again)
ELISSA: ...You don't talk much, do you?
CHANTER DEVONS: Let all repeat the Chant of Light!
Only the Word dispels the darkness upon us.
BOY: He can't answer you, he's Chanter Devons.
ELISSA: What's a Chanter?
BOY: One of them that can only say the Chant of Light.
His board has letters of good deeds to be doing - my father fixed Widow Alison's roof once!
And the Chanter paid him he did!
CHANTER DEVONS: A learned child is a blessing upon his parents and unto the Maker.
ELISSA: It's like a vow of silence, then? He can't talk normally?
BOY: Unless it's the Chant of Light, no.
CHANTER DEVONS: And so Rajmael in the heathen temple recanted
'Speak only the Word, sing only the Chant
then the Golden City is thine.' spoke Andraste.
ELISSA: ...A Chanter says what?
CHANTER DEVONS: What?
ELISSA: (snickers)
BOY: Oh! You got him to speak - ha!
CHANTER DEVONS: Oh, uh...'What hath man's sin wrought'?
BOY: Oh, he cheated.
ELISSA: Farewell!
MERCHANT: Back off, I have the right to charge what I wish!
CHANTRY PRIEST: You profit from their misfortune!
I should have the Templars give away everything in your carts!
MERCHANT: You wouldn't dare! Any of you step too close to my goods and I'll-
ALISTAIR: It's so nice to see everyone working together in a crisis!
Warms the heart.
MERCHANT: Oh! You there! You look able.
Would you care to make a tiny profit helping a beleaguered businessman?
ELISSA: Is your profiteering ruffling some feathers?
MERCHANT: You could say that, yes.
ALISTAIR: The *nerve* of these people!
CHANTRY PRIEST: He is charging outlandish prices
for things people desperately need!
Their blood is filling his pockets!
MORRIGAN: 'Tis only survival of the fittest.
All of these cretins would do the same in his shoes, given the chance
MERCHANT: I have limited supplies, the people decide what those supplies are worth to them...
CHANTRY WOMAN: You bought most of your wares from these very people last week!
Now they flee for their lives, and you want to talk business?!
MERCHANT: Look, stranger - I've a hundred silvers if you drive this rabble off, starting with that priest!
I'm an honest merchant, nothing more.
ELISSA: You don't think you're being unscrupulous?
MERCHANT: Would it help these folks if they could buy no goods at all?
CHANTRY PRIEST: They spend their very last coin, because they are desperate
and this man preys upon them as surely as the bandits outside the city!
MERCHANT: Bah! I'm not arguing anymore!
Drive off this woman, and get your hundred silvers.
Otherwise I'm taking my wagon and leaving.
ELISSA: I think you can compromise and still make a profit, no?
MERCHANT: Perhaps. If that woman agrees I'm allowed to charge *something*.
CHANTRY PRIEST: Do what you must.
So long as the prices do not beggar the needy.
MERCHANT: Fine, fine. Done.
And since you don't look too needy - normal prices for you.
MORRIGAN: So! We have come to solve every squabble in the village personally.
My, but the darkspawn will be impressed.
CHANTRY PRIEST: Thank you for your generous assistance. May the Maker watch over your path.
DOOMSAYER: 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!
VILLAGER: Please, you're scaring the children!
DOOMSAYER: Better to slit their throats now than let them suffer at darkspawn hands!
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?
ELISSA: Why don't you keep your voice down?
DOOMSAYER: I watched the black horde descend on my people, I will not be silenced!
VILLAGER: Please, stop! Somebody shut his mouth!
VILLAGER #2: But isn't he right? The Bann left us. We're going to die!
DOOMSAYER This minion is but the first of those who will destroy us!
ELISSA: Don't be a fool. Darkspawn *can* be defeated.
DOOMSAYER: No! I have seen them! You cannot run, you cannot fight!
ELISSA: Standing around and shouting won't save you.
DOOMSAYER: There is nothing to do, no hope is left!
ELISSA: We Fereldens have fought off far worse in our past.
DOOMSAYER: Are you... calling me a coward?
ELISSA: I'm calling you an idiot.
Listen to yourself for a moment!
DOOMSAYER: I...I have shamed my ancestors...but (cries) the blackness will come...
CHANTRY PRIEST: He was right, wasn't he? There's no hope for us.
ELISSA: There's always hope. Muster your courage!
CHANTRY PRIEST: You're right. We can't give up.
VILLAGER #2: But we can't fight! What are we supposed to do?
VILLAGER: We can't lie down and die, either!
We must go north to Denerim.
SER BRYANT: 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 not abandon it.
That is all. May the Maker have mercy on us.
Yes, my lady? Who might you be?
ELISSA: You can call me Elissa.
SER BRYANT: 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?
ELISSA: I'm a Grey Warden, actually.
SER BRYANT: I...see.
Teyrn Loghain declared all Grey Wardens traitors, responsible for the King's death.
You know this, I hope?
ELISSA: The Grey Wardens did no such thing.
SER BRYANT: I don't believe the Grey Wardens would be as careless or malicious as the Teyrn claims
But either way, there it is.
It is best you not linger, though.
Just...in case.
ELISSA: About those bandits outside the village...
SER BRYANT: Maker's Breath, how many times must we drive them off?
ELISSA: They're still there, last I saw.
SER BRYANT: 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.
SER VARAL: As you command, Ser Bryant.
SER BRYANT: Now, unless there's something else you need?
ELISSA: Things seem very dire in the village.
SER BRYANT: 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. Now, unless there's something else you need...?
ELISSA: I should go.
SER BRYANT: Travel safely...and may the Maker watch over you.
(Chant of Light being spoken in the background)
CHANTRY PRIEST: 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 apologise. The Maker's plan is too grand for me to fathom, especially at times like this.
ELISSA: What are those priests chanting exactly?
CHANTRY PRIEST: The Chant of Light? Surely you know it?
ELISSA: I've never heard it sung quite like this...
CHANTRY PRIEST: Perhaps you haven't heard these verses before?
The entire Chant takes weeks to sing, and is only done straight through
at the Grand Cathedral in Val Royeux.
Here, we can only sing a few verses per week, and finish anew each First Day.
ELISSA: Tell me more about the Chant of Light.
CHANTRY PRIEST: 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.
ELISSA: That seems like an excuse to spread the Chanty's influence...
CHANTRY PRIEST: Would you see someone's soul denied the Maker's light
just for the misfortune of having been born outside of the Chantry's influence?
Everyone deserves redemption, my friend.
ELISSA: I should go.
CHANTRY PRIEST: May the Maker watch over you.
(Chant of Light being spoken in the background)
CHANTRY MOTHER: 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.
ELISSA: I have nothing to offer.
CHANTRY MOTHER: I understand. Not all are wealthy enough to spare even a few coins for the Maker's favour.
What can I do for you then?
ELISSA: I am a Grey Warden. I need your help.
CHANTRY MOTHER: 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?
ELISSA: So I've heard. But it is *Loghain* who betrayed the King!
CHANTRY MOTHER: 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.
Now, if there is nothing else?
ELISSA: Can you provide any help to the Grey Wardens at all?
CHANTRY MOTHER: 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.
Now, if there is nothing else...?
ELISSA: Perhaps I should go.
CHANTRY MOTHER: May the Maker guard you, Grey Warden.
BOY: Have you seen my mother?
ELISSA: You poor thing, did you and your mother get separated?
BOY: 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'd be right behind me, but I've been waiting and waiting
and I can't see her!
ELISSA: Do you know where your father is?
BOY: He went with William to the neighbours yesterday, but he didn't come back!
ELISSA: I don't think she's coming, child.
BOY: Why not? Why would she leave me here?
ELISSA: I don't think she meant to leave you.
BOY: But she must be coming!
ELISSA: Come with me. I'll...help you look for your mother.
BOY: Mother said I wasn't to go with anyone! I'm supposed to wait for her here, in the village.
ELISSA: Go to the Chantry, child. Someone will look after you.
BOY: I will, but only if I don't find Mother first.
You're a really nice lady, kind of like Mother! I should go look for her.
MORRIGAN: So I take it you did not enjoy your Templar training?
ALISTAIR: That's directed at me, I take it?
MORRIGAN: Do you see any others about who have failed at their religious instruction?
ALISTAIR: I didn't fail, I was recruited into the Grey Wardens.
MORRIGAN: And if you had not been recruited, what would have happened instead?
ALISTAIR: I would have turned into a drooling lunatic, slaughtered the Grand Cleric
and run through the streets of Denerim in my smallclothes, I guess.
MORRIGAN: Your self-awareness does you credit.
ALISTAIR: I thought you'd like that.
MAN: Well, look what we have here then.
I think we've just been blessed.
ALISTAIR: Uh-oh, Loghain's men.
DURGEN: (whines)
ALISTAIR: This can't be good.
LOGHAIN'S MAN #2: Didn't we spend all morning asking about a woman by this very description?
And everyone said they hadn't seen her?
LOGHAIN'S MAN #1: It seems we were lied to.
LELIANA: Gentlemen, surely there is no need for trouble?
These are no doubt simply more poor souls seeking refuge.
LOGHAIN'S MAN #1: They're more than that!
Now stay out of our way, Sister. You protect these traitors - you'll get the same as them.
ELISSA: Let's talk about this before things get out of hand.
LELIANA: I doubt he would listen, he blindly follows his master's commands.
LOGHAIN'S MAN #1: I am not the blind one!
I served at Ostagar, where the Teyrn saved us from the Grey Wardens' treachery!
I serve him gladly. Enough talk!
Take the Warden into custody. Kill the Sister, and anyone else that gets in your way.
LOGHAIN's MAN #2: Right. Let's make this quick.
LOGHAIN'S MAN #1: Alright, alright, we surrender!
LELIANA: Good, they've learned their lesson and we can all stop fighting now!
ELISSA: They Grey Wardens didn't betray the King, Loghain did!
LOGHAIN'S MAN #1: I was there! The Teyrn pulled us out of a trap!
ELISSA: The Teyrn left the King to die!
LOGHAIN'S MAN #1: The Wardens led the King to his death, the Teyrn could do nothing!
ELISSA: Take a message to Loghain.
LOGHAIN'S MAN #1: Wh-what do you want to tell him?
ELISSA: He'll pay for what he's done.
We're coming for him.
LOGHAIN'S MAN #1: I'll tell him! Right away, now! Thank you!
LELIANA: I apologise for interfering, but I couldn't just sit by and not help.
ELISSA: I appreciate what you tried to do.
LELIANA: I am glad you found it in your heart to offer those men mercy.
Let me introduce myself - I am Leliana.
One of the lay Sisters of the Chantry here in Lothering.
Or I was.
ELISSA: I'm Elissa. A pleasure.
LELIANA: 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 will need all the help you can get.
That's why I'm coming along.
ELISSA: Why so eager to come with me?
LELIANA: The Maker told me to.
ELISSA: Can you...elaborate?
LELIANA: I...I know that sounds absolutely insane, but it's true!
I had a dream! A vision!
ALISTAIR: More crazy? I thought we were all full up.
LELIANA: Look at the people here. They are lost in their despair, in this darkness, this chaos will spread!
The Maker doesn't want this. What you do...what you are *meant* to do, is the Maker's work.
Let me help.
ELISSA: Very well. I will not turn away help when it is offered.
MORRIGAN: Perhaps your skull was cracked worse than Mother thought.
LELIANA: Thank you. I appreciate being given this chance.
I will not let you down.
DENAL: You going to make more trouble? We've got about all we can stand in Lothering now.
ELISSA: Sorry about the mess...
They had it coming. And they were trouble enough themselves! So long as you don't start more, I won't get excited.
Right then, name's Denal. Sorry I can't chat much - as you see, we've a full house.
ELISSA: Who were those men I fought, exactly?
DENAL: When Teyrn Loghain marched by, he left those fellas behind to look for Grey Wardens.
I suppose that's you.
ELISSA: Of course not!
DENAL: Fair enough... what can I get you then?
ELISSA: Have you heard any rumours?
DENAL: 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.
Anything else I can get you?
ELISSA: I'll be going.
DENAL: Luck speed your way.
STEN: (speaking Qunari)
STEN: You aren't one of my captors.
I will not amuse you any more than I have the other humans. Leave me in peace.
ELISSA: What are you?
STEN: A prisoner. I'm in a cage, am I not? I've been placed here by the Chantry.
LELIANA: The Revered Mother said he slaughtered an entire family. Even the children.
STEN: It is as she says.
I am Sten of the Beresaad.
The vanguard of the Qunari peoples.
If you haven't heard of us, that is your own shortcoming.
Though it matters little now. I will die soon enough.
MORRIGAN: 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.
ALISTAIR: Mercy? I wouldn't have expected that from you.
MORRIGAN: I would also suggest that Alistair take his place in the cage.
ALISTAIR: Yes, *that's* what I would have expected.
STEN: I suggest you should leave me to my fate.
ELISSA: Are you guilty?
STEN: Are you asking if I feel guilt, or if I'm responsible for the deed?
However I feel, whatever I've done, my life is forfeit now.
ELISSA: Who did you murder?
STEN: The people of a farmhold. Eight humans. In addition to the children.
ELISSA: That's...horrible.
STEN: I agree.
ELISSA: Capturing you must have been difficult.
STEN: There is no difficulty in capturing prey that surrenders.
ELISSA: You didn't resist capture?
STEN: I waited for several days until the knights arrived.
ELISSA: Why?
STEN: Because I wished to.
ELISSA: What an odd thing to do...
STEN: Either you have an enviable memory, or a pitiable life to know nothing of regret.
ELISSA: How long have you been here?
STEN: Twenty days now.
I shouldn't last much longer, another week at most.
ELISSA: That's a long time to live without food or water.
STEN: Compared to your kind, maybe.
ELISSA: Aren't you interested in seeking atonement?
STEN: Death will be my atonement.
ELISSA: There are other ways to redeem yourself...
STEN: Perhaps.
What does your wisdom say is equal to my crime?
ELISSA: You could help me defend the land against the Blight.
STEN: The Blight? Are you a Grey Warden then?
ELISSA: Yes. I am.
STEN: Surprising. My people have heard legends of the Grey Warden's strength and skill.
Though I suppose not every legend is true.
ELISSA: Would the Revered Mother let you free?
STEN: Perhaps if you told her the Grey Wardens need my assistance.
It seems as likely to bring my death as waiting here.
ELISSA: I'll leave you for now.
STEN: Farewell then.
LELIANA: To be left here to starve, or to be taken by the darkspawn?
No-one deserves that.
Not even a murderer.
REVERED MOTHER: Good day, Sister Leliana.
I'm surprised to see you're still in Lothering.
LELIANA: It is good to see you as well, your Reverence.
REVERED MOTHER: Is there something I can do for you then?
ELISSA: I want to talk about Sten, the Qunari you imprisoned.
REVERED MOTHER: It might have been kinder to execute him, but I leave his fate to the Maker.
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 had took him in.
That kindness was repaid with murder.
The Bannsmen found the Qunari just...standing amidst the carnage.
He did not resist them.
ELISSA: What would make him do such a thing?
REVERED MOTHER: He would not say, though he acknowledged his guilt.
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.
ELISSA: What if this causes an 'incident' with his people?
REVERED MOTHER: The Maker demands justice, regardless of his race.
ELISSA: I was thinking...you might release him into my custody.
REVERED MOTHER: Then his next victims might count you and me as their murderers
ELISSA: Is there any way I can convince you to release him?
REVERED MOTHER: And what do you say on this, Leliana?
You know your friend better than I.
LELIANA: These are...unusual times, your Reverence.
With us, the Qunari might do some good - I am sure of it, in fact.
REVERED MOTHER: Were things not so desperate...
Very well. I trust you.
Take these keys to his cage, and Maker watch over you.
LELIANA: Thank you, your Reverence.
Your trust is not misplaced.
MORRIGAN: Have a care where your eyes linger, Alistair.
ALISTAIR: Yes, well don't worry - it's not what you think.
MORRIGAN: I see.
ALISTAIR: I was looking at your nose.
MORRIGAN: And what is it about my nose that captivates you so?
ALISTAIR: I was just thinking that it looks *exactly* like your mother's.
MORRIGAN: I hate you *so* much.
ALISTAIR: Hmm? What?
MORRIGAN: Nevermind!
STEN: You wish something more of me?
ELISSA: I have the key to open your cage.
STEN: I confess, I did not think the priestess would part with it.
ELISSA: She agreed to release you into my custody.
STEN: So be it.
Set me free and I will follow you against the Blight.
ELISSA: So, how can you help us exactly?
STEN: I have spent my life in the Vanguard. I know war.
And your lands need all the help they can get.
ELISSA: Very well, I'll let you out.
STEN: And so it is done.
I will follow you into battle.
In doing so, I shall find my atonement.
ELISSA: Thank you, Sten. Glad to have you with us.
STEN: May we proceed? I am eager to be elsewhere.
VILLAGER: We done heard what was said - you're a Warden.
I dunno 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.
Attack!
MORRIGAN: You will learn to fear me!
ALISTAIR: For the Grey Wardens!
???: Someone help us!
MORRIGAN: It's your time to die!
ALISTAIR: Attack!
MORRIGAN: Tear them apart!
(darkspawn snarling)
BODAHN: Mighty timely arrival there my friend, I'm much obliged!
ELISSA: You're welcome!
BODAHN: Name's Bodahn Feddic, merchant and entrepreneur!
This here's my son, Sandal. Say hello, my boy!
SANDAL: Hello!
BODAHN: Road's been mighty dangerous these days, mind if I ask what brings you out here?
Perhaps we're going the same way?
ELISSA: It's a bit...complicated, but you're welcome to come along.
BODAHN: Complicated? (laughs) Somehow I imagine that only says half of it!
Thank you for the offer, 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.
SANDAL: Goodbye!
BODAHN: Now then! Let's get this mess cleaned up, shall we?
(Archdemon roaring)
DURGEN: (barks)
ALISTAIR: Bad dreams, huh?
ELISSA: It seemed so real...
ALISTAIR: Well, it is real. Sort of.
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.
ELISSA: The Archdemon? Is that the dragon?
ALISTAIR: I don't know if it's really a dragon, but it sure looks like one.
But yes, that's the Archdemon.
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.
ELISSA: Thank you, Alistair.
I appreciate it.
ALISTAIR: 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.
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