(RECAP) What would someone like you be doing in Loethering's Chantry?
Did you think I was always a cloistered sister? I was a traveling minstrel in Orlais.
I heard that, in Orlais, minstrels are often spies.
Not all minstrels are spies. Most are
just singers and storytellers, but some of them are... are what we call bards. Bards
are minstrels and more, spies as you say. Many bards work alone or in small groups,
doing the bidding of a patron who pays are their services.
You seem to know quite a bit about these bards.
Hah... and I should, shouldn't I? After having spent
most of my adult life as one. You've guessed as much, I'm sure. But does it
really matter what I was? What's past is past.
LELIANA: You've seen and touched and Andraste's ashes. They are the holiest thing on this
earth, the remains of The Maker's chosen.
ELISSA: How can something so mundane have power?
LELIANA: Maybe it is belief and faith that imbues them with their power, or just maybe Andraste
really was blessed by Him. I do not know if I am worthy to look upon her.
ELISSA: Andraste they fought for everyone, she belongs to us all.
LELIANA: Yes, of course. But it still is... something to be in awe of.
DURGEN: (growls)
STEN: (growls)
DURGEN: (growls)
STEN: (growls loudly)
DURGEN: (barks)
STEN: You are a true warrior, and worthy of respect.
DURGEN: (barks)
BODAHN: Something you need?
I'm sure either my boy or I can help you out.
ELISSA: Heard any other rumors?
BODAHN: Some hunters who range into the Brecilian Forests say that a Dalish clan there has fallen to
some kind of sickness, The Blight most likely, poor sods.
ELISSA: I should go.
BODAHN: Of course.
Good fortune to you and yours.
SANDAL: Goodbye!
ELISSA: I had another dream about the Archdemon.
ALISTAIR: Yes, me too. And I got the feeling at the
end there that it saw us, was aware of us, whatever you want to call it. Could have
just been my imagination, I suppose. What do you think?
ELISSA: I think you're probably right.
ALISTAIR: You know how some people want to be right all the time? Me not so much. I
guess one thing is certain at least, isn't it? It's official. This is a Blight.
ELISSA: Morrigan... I have something for you. I saw this for sale on our travels and...
well, it reminded me of you, because of the story and... well I wanted you to have.
MORRIGAN: What have you there? A mirror? It is just
the same as the mirror which Flemeth smashed on the ground, so long ago. It is
incredible that you found one so like it!
I am uncertain what to say. You must wish something in return, certainly.
ELISSA: Don't be ridiculous, it's a gift Morrigan.
MORRIGAN: You say that as if I should be
accustomed to such a thing. I have... never received a gift, not one which did not
come at a price. I suppose I should say thank you... for the gift.
'tis most thoughtful. Truly.
LELIANA: I lied to you, you know. About why I left Orlais.
ELISSA: Why?
LELIANA: I didn't feel like talking about it then, what happened to me. Maybe it will affect
us, maybe not but, you should know. I came to Ferelden and the Chantry because I
was being hunted in Orlais.
ELISSA: Hunted?! What for?
LELIANA: I was framed. Betrayed by someone I
thought I knew, and could trust. Marjorlaine. She was my mentor and friend. She taught
me the bardic arts, How to enchant with words and song, to carry myself like a
highborn lady, to blend in as a servant. The skills I learned I used to serve her,
my bard master, because I loved her. And because I enjoyed what I did.
ELISSA: How did she betray you?
LELIANA NARRATION: Do you want to know a secret?
This tale of foolish people long ago, I know what happened, and what is true. But
I don't know how it should end. Let me tell it one more time, and perhaps
together we will see.
MARJOLAINE: (laughs)
MARJOLAINE: Very nice...
MARJOLAINE: Months of planning, favors, everything is waiting for us. We're here to show Ferelden how
Orlais commands the game. Several jobs, and a personal score of my own, but the last
of the night... is yours.
MARJOLAINEL: (whispering) Think you're up to it, pretty thing?
LELIANA: You know I'm ready for anything.
MARJOLAINE: Of course you are. You're mine.
I'll be watching, don't let me down.
TUG: Love to watch her go. Returns me to the stone.
SKETCH: Ugh! Focus!
LELIANA: A little fun with the wigs of Ferelden.
They won't expect it, not like in Orlais.
[Theme Music]
TUG: The clients want a little stealing... a few insults... some good old revenge.
LELIANA: Eyes open.
We've got our targets, let's find them!
TUG: The guards will be looking for any
excuse to bring out the blades.
LELIANA: Finery?! This Ser Wally has clearly never been to Orlais.
Let's put these to better use somewhere. He'll have some explaining to
do now.
Ehh... not as pretty as I remember. Maybe these things have a better use than just
selling them again.
TUG: Swap the goods around, they'll jump to blame each other.
SKETCH: Ugh! So childish!
LELIANA: "Imports of Import," the man thinks he's clever.
Eww! Dead people jewelry.
This bunch won't wait for an explanation of this.
[Crash in the distance]
[Marjolaine laughing]
TUG: Sounds like Marjolaine found her mark, the poor bastard.
LELIANA: "Renwall's Relics," as if he found them.
There's our northern trinkets. Let him explain why he's got these in store.
Hah, poor Denerim will been chaos when the market opens to claims of theft.
TUG: Aye. A soft target, this bunch.
LELIANA: Oh! Marlolaine was hard on her poor captain. Wonder if I could add
to that .
TUG: You get into her private business, you'd better make it count.
JOVI MERICE: Come on, damn you lot! Open up!
LELIANA: There's our tattletale.
TUG: Put him down!
As a warning.
[Knocking]
LELIANA: (clears throat0
TUG: Jovi Merrice?
JOVI MERRICE: Ah no! I was supposed to be safe!
LELIANA: Sorry, you told stories about the wrong noble.
JOVI MERRICE: I ain't going back! I'm not!
TUG: Good with me.
LELIANA: Price paid. But it would scare others
more if he simply disappeared.
TUG: Dying's not enough? Bit of Marjolaine in you.
LELIANA: Thank you!
TUG: Dark and deep. How many coins down this thing are gone for good?
[splash]
SKETCH: Bet that's why Denerim water tastes wrong.
LELIANA: There's our noble to disgrace.
NOBLE: I knew something was fishy! Don't let them near me!
SKETCH: We're supposed to strip him of dignity not his...
"things."
LELIANA: It'll be both if we find an amusing place to leave them.
The usual moaning about charity this board needs... something.
that should do it
That is a good night's work done.
TUG: We signal Marjolain down from the tavern, right?
When you're ready to leave.
LELIANA: Marjolaine? Marjolaine!
Don't tease me today!
MARJOLAINE: (laughing)
TUG: That's how we do it!
MARJOLAINE: Ooh, pretty thing! Out of breath,
hair in a state... you'd be a scandal on the streets of Orlais. And you love it.
LELIANA: If I'm not mistaken, you want me this way.
MARJOLAINE: Well played! You have surpassed my every
expectation, as you so often do. Perhaps you are getting too good at this.
You deserve a job that can test your skills, and I have just the thing.
Lem!
LEM: Aye, Marjolaine?
MARJOLAINE: Make sure she has everything she needs. There will be no rest for us tonight.
LELIANA: Don't keep me in the dark. Who's the mark of distinction you have in mind?
MARJOLAINE: In good time. Just know that we will have earned a special rest when all is done.
Ready yourself and come back to me.
LELIANA: I need only my skill, Marjolaine. I am always ready.
MARJOLAINE: That, my pretty thing, is what I like to hear.
TUG: Sodding stone!
MARJOLAINE: Ah, you can't come to Denerim without visiting the Arl's estate.
SKETH: You're mad.
MARJOLAINE: The Arl is away, and most of the king's
patrol has been gone to some sort of trouble in the market. Our employer just
wants us to plant some embarrassing papers under the cover of a burglary.
It will be assumed they will here all along. Unless... you think you're not after
my challenge?
LELIANA: Kept anything else to yourself? Like what the papers are, or who
hired us?
MARJOLAINE: I think that they are payments, suggesting mistresses. And you know as
well as I that we do not need to know the players.
LELIANA: We let Nobles decide who to
blame. We are just the enablers of The Game.
MARJOLAINE: That's it.
Now we split to divide the guard, find a fun way in, and put the papers where they
can be found but or not obvious. In the bedroom? Nice and personal. Don't keep me
waiting.
LELIANA: Tonight is not about shadows. We want some chaos to hide our true purpose.
SKETCH: Could we do that without leaving a trail right to us?
TUG: Always want to clear a path to run, hey boy?
LELIANA: There's our way in! We can reach the window in that nook.
SKETCH: Tight fit for Tug.
TUG: Ehhh, your mother said as much.
LELIANA: Right.
LELIANA: Right, let's find more soldiers and make a nice mess before we
plant the papers.
TUG: Love it when you talk like that. You too, Sketch.
SKETCH: Behind us! I said to hide the bodies. I said!
TUG: Pat you back later.
VAUGHAN KENDELLS: (yelling from another room) You left a spot on my floor, woman!
SERVANT: Please Master Vaughan, I heard something outside.
VAUGHAN KENDELLS: You know the penalty for speaking out of turn!
[Slap] SERVANT: (shrieks in pain)
TUG: That boy will grow into something special.
MARJOLAINE: Come, Commander. Let's see your "little dragon."
LELIANA: What the?
LELIANA: The master bedroom. We can plant the papers in the desk.
LELIANA: These are.... Orlesian seals!
MARJOLAINE: Be quick, pretty thing. We are wearing out our welcome.
LELIANA: Marjolaine, these seals are Orlesian
military. This is not some embarrassment of nobility.
MARJOLAINE: Who am I to say what upsets this lot?
LELIANA: You seem to know them pretty well from what I saw.
MARJOLAINE: That willl do Leliana. We have to get moving.
LELIANA: I don't like this.
MARJOLAINE: (annoyed) Leliana, later. Move.
LELIANA: I was right to be worried!
MARJOLAINE: It doesn't matter! You need to remember your place. You do not
question me in front of the others, Leliana! Not in the field, not anywhere!
LELIANA: The Game is one thing. We go back and forth between nobles, and the authorities turn a blind
eye. It is... amusement. But, these papers... if the seals were Orlesian military, then
bringing them to Ferelden is treason! Marjolaine! There is no blind eye for
treason, they'll hang you in the street!
MARJOLAINE: My poor pretty thing, lost in a storage place. Oh,
this is about seeing me with that officer, isn't it?
LELIANA: You surprise us with this. If I'd known, I would have talked you out of it.
MARJOLAINE: You will never so reluctant back in Orlais. Perhaps I took you from the
streets too soon.
LELIANA: Marjolaine, please.
MARJOLAINE: You force my hand. We will undo this, just in
case someone were to find out. It will not be simple. Remember that you asked
for this.
LELIANA: Thank you, Marjolaine. Our lives are exciting
enough, no?
MARJOLAINE: Just be ready. Give me a moment.
LELIANA: mmm. What's this?
TUG: We robbed the Arl and he
boils the same old gruel.
SKETCH: I'll sink a stone in it, make you feel at home.
TUG: Splitwood!
LELIANA: Your turn to cook?
SKETCH: Have to do something. The Arl's estate, soldiers.
Templars should give up mages and hunt whatever Marjolaine is.
LELIANA: I was worried I
was the only one left out of the plan.
SKETCH: You're the only one she tells anything.
LELIANA: Then why did you come?
TUG: An apostate elf needs to keep his
friends close.
SKETCH: I can be hanged on a rumor. Accidental treason's a bit over the top,
really.
LELIANA: I'm worried too, but we can fix it somehow.
SKETCH: We should just disappear. Don't
wait around for it to go bad!
LELIANA: Not go back to Orlais?
SKETCH: I don't have much to go back to,
less if they start thinking I'm a threat to the nation.
LELIANA: Marjolaine will fix this, you'll see.
SKETCH: If you say so.
TUG: Well, it got a little heated with Marjolaine.
LELIANA: I don't know if I helped at all.
TUG: You said what you had to, we'll sort it.
LELIANA: Marjolaine left you in the dark too?
TUG: Always does.
LELIANA: Not always!
TUG: Maybe not you.
I get where and when... it's usually enough. Val Royeaux was quiet, anyway.
Really quiet, actually.
LELIANA: Marjolaine planned for months. Some jobs we turned down.
TUG: Made us hungry. Maybe a little stupid.
LELIANA: But not on purpose.
TUG: Right...
LELIANA: We have to do something before it's a problem, Tug. But what?
TUG: Well I'd just take my money
and run back to Orlais. I have a girl I'm ruining for her chevalier husband.
LELIANA: We pulled many strings to arrange the market. Someone will know we were here.
TUG: Marjolaine has people in her pocket. She can deal with treason... maybe.
LELIANA: I may be making too much of this.
TUG: Those papers were... not the job we agreed to. They're a
different kind of risk.
LELIANA: Then you should let her know you are concerned too.
TUG: Knowing and caring are different.
LELIANA: Marjolaine has a plan to fix it by now. I am certain.
TUG: She's clever, no doubt.
MARJOLAINE: You are ready? Because this will
not be easy.
LELIANA: I know.
MARJOLAINE: We'll go back when it is dark
again. They won't expect a second break-in so soon.
LELIANA: W-we can... we can say we
were there to steal the papers in the first place, for Orlais.
MARJOLAINE: I don't plan on
having to tell anyone. Shall we go?
LELIANA: I will sleep easier when this is all done.
MARJOLAINE: It will all work out... I promise.
LELIANA: You were right, the grounds were bare. Perhaps we
stole everything worth guarding.
MARJOLAINE: hmm.
MARJOLAINE: There. Let's get your precious papers and go.
[Bells ringing] [Shouting] [Dogs barking]
TUG: Ugh, here we go.
MARJOLAINE: A littleheavy footage over the wall, maybe?
I'll draw the ones I can, go!
LELIANA: She's gone again!
TUG: Guess we're going the other way.
LELIANA: We need to find Marjolaine! Come on!
LELIANA: There! Oh, she made it out! Why isn't she running?!
Marjolaine!
MARJOLAINE: It's alright.
LELIANA: We can tell them about the papers, there must be an embassy.
Orlais can petition!
MARJOLAINE: Shh, my pretty thing shh.
LELIANA: I'm sorry I brought us back here, Marjolaine.
MARJOLAINE: Don't be. You were perfect.
[stabbing] LELIANA: (groans in pain)
LELIANA (grunts)
(screams)
(wimpers in agony)
HARWEN RALEIGH: Well, well, well.
An Orlesian spy caught with her hands on hard one Ferelden intelligence.
You'll be worth a pretty sum.
Once we've had our fun, of course.
LELIANA: (crying)
WOMAN'S VOICE: It is worse than losing them to death, isn't it?
When the one closest to you is untrue.
LELIANA: Who?
WOMAN'S VOICE: A friend. I can help, but you must find your resolve.
LELIANA: This better not be a trick, I take another.
WOMAN'S VOICE: You're scarred, inside and out. Marjolaine
is adept at striking where you are most vulnerable. Believe me, I know.
LELIANA: Them are not even the first.
WOMAN'S VOICE: You have more than enough enemies, girl.
Why are you defeating yourself?
Others need you, even at your last. And that is a
source of strength I cannot describe. I must go.
You can do this.
LELIANA: How do you know about this? About me?
Hello?
(grunts in frustration)
LELIANA: I don't want to do this. I shouldn't have to do this.
LELIANA: Sketch!
SKETCH: Leliana, watch out!
SILAS: Right greatful to you girl. If ever- look out!
LELIANA: No! Not more!
SILAS: Name's Silas. I owe you twice. Especially if you're against Raleigh.
LELIANA: I'm not against anyone, I just want out.
SKETCH: Leliana?
LELIANA: I'm done, Sketch.
SILAS: Gate everywhere,
got to be a lever.
LELIANA: Ah! Oh, No! No!
SKETCH: Tug?
LELIANA: She did this. With her beast. They will both answer!
LELIANA: No one else is coming. Follow if you want, I have people waiting for me.
LELIANA: Keep going! Almost there!
I can do this! I have to!
WOMAN'S VOICE: Shh, you're safe now.
SISTER: Dorothea! Dorothea!
Your "guest" is awake.
DOROTHEA: So I see. Please, give us a moment.
Please...
[Knife hitting the floor]
DOROTHEA: No doubt do you have questions...
LELIANA: Dorothea? Should I know you?
DOROTHEA: No, no. If you wish a full introduction, I
am formally Revered Mother Dorothea.
LELIANA: Your Reverence, then?
DOROTHEA: My temple is in Orlais, I
came here without sanction. Hoping to fix the mistakes I have made. So please, just
Dorothea.
LELIANA: This is a Chantry? Am I to be arrested?
DOROTHEA: The Chantry is not an arm of
the King's law. Though I am certain these good Fereldans disapprove of both of our
actions.
LELIANA: But you are one of them.
DOROTHEA: I am also Orlesian. They have no reason to
listen to me. But they know that if I fail here, it may harm the Chantry as a
whole.
LELIANA: You saved me? Gave me a key?
DOROTHEA: You didn't need a key. You could have tricked
the guard or bound the splinter into a braid for a lockpick. And you would look
good with braids, you know? Anyway, all I did was suggest that you are never
powerless when others are in need.
LELIANA: But why?
DOROTHEA: Because I needed to hear the same
thing when I was in your place.
LELIANA: This is all interesting, but I need to be
a long way from both Ferelden and Orlais very soon.
DOROTHEA: The papers Marjolaine sold to
Commander Raleigh were mine. The papers used against you.
LELIANA: You did this! Those were
Orlesian military! It is treason!
DOROTHEA: My temple receives troop movements, so we
can minister in the field. They were stolen, in a moment of weakness. I didn't
know why Marjolaine wanted to be so close to me, but he's felt like... youth.
LELIANA: It sounds like you have a real mess... that no longer involves me.
DOROTHEA: But it does, doesn't it. As much as you want
it to be over, it gnaws at you. This is about need, what you need.
LELIANA: Ha! And what is that?
DOROTHEA: The same thing I yearned for - To hear from her lips the reason why. I can
tell you where Marjolaine is. Where Commander Raleigh is.
Help Orlais, and yourself. I will be here when you decide you are ready.
LELIANAL Sketch? I guess we made it.
SKETCHL I'm so glad to see you, or anything after... after last
week.
SILAS: My thanks, too. I'll help how I can.
SKETCH: Thanks for getting me out of that place,
Leliana. No market for a helper.
LELIANA: No market?
SKETCH: That Raleigh wasn't going to keep me long.
A spy ringleader like Marjolaine painted you, you were going to the
highest bidder. Maybe even the Empress.
LELIANA: I just wish I had been there for Tug.
SKETCH: They did him first because he wouldn't shut up.
Drove Raleigh's men crazy for days laughing at them. He was stalling for me,
they said they'd take my hands... only way to trust a mage
LELIANA: Oh... Sketch.
SKECH: All I see is red, but it doesn't matter. We can't fix.
LELIANA: We'll make sure everyone pays. I swear.
SKETCHL Then what? Then I'm happy? Odds are slim.
LELIANA: Just be ready.
LELIANA: Silas, was it?
SILAS: Yes, I had to follow. I hope to earn the good mother's trust. And yours. I stand
ready to go after the commander, and this Marjolaine who put you at his mercy.
LELIANA: Apparently this now involves nations... or threatens to?
SILAS: I don't pretend to
understand all that. I was in Raleigh's "care" a lot longer than a week. Whatever I
can do to settle my debts, I will.
LELIANA: So... did I free a criminal?
SILAS: I poached some
game. I'd have taken my lashes, but Raliegh doesn't like "inconveniencing" the Kings
law. He had me for months, for no reason beyond his own amusement.
LELIANA: How does a petty criminal get so quick with a blade?
SILAS: Former soldier. I was probably not too
far from Raleigh during the war. Glad to say I'm nothing like him now.
LELIANA: Is that what I had to look forward to?
SILAS: No. He ransoms important prisoners to whoever
wants them most.
LELIANA: But only after he's had his fun.
So you'll follow me? Where do you think that will lead?
SILAS: if I can end, this I hope
to serve the Chantry. They will already know my good
intentions. What about you?
LELIANA: Me? Nobody cares what I want.
SILAS: You should.
LELIANA: No doubt Dorothea is waiting for me.
SILAS: I'll follow you where you lead, I owe you
that. And more.
LELIANA: You work in this temple?
SISTER: I am giving my life to the Chantry, yes. If
you'll excuse me .
LELIANA: I'm sorry about earlier, I wasn't sure where I was.
SISTER: It's not that, miss.
LELIANA: What, then?
SISTER: I was like you before I came to serve Our Lady. It troubles me.
LELIANA: I am no threat to you.
SISTER: No, I worry *for* you. Many come to the Chantry
at a difficult time, not all find their way back.
LELIANA: I won't need to come back.
SISTER: I was the same. There was a lot of pain between then and now. If you'll excuse me.
DOROTHEA: Our Marjolaine has secured commander Raleigh as an escort to leave Ferelden. No doubt
she expects a reprisal for her various crimes. It would be a shame to disappoint
her.
LELIANA: I need to know some things before this goes ahead.
DOROTHEA: As would I.
LELIANA: I know nothing about the commander, beyond what he did.
DOROTHEA: Commander Raleigh is a noble who apparently distinguished himself to King
Maric, during the Orelesian/Ferelden war. Many on both sides have been reluctant
to abandon the hatreds at that conflict. But if I had to venture a guess, I
suspect he is also a miserable bastard at heart.
LELIANA: I could have died in that dungeon, like Tug did.
DOROTHEA: I recognized a familiar spirit in you, and I had faith. It is a
strength you come to understand in service.
LELIANA: I'm glad you didn't start
preaching at the time.
DOROTHEA: I hope I am not preaching now, I just wanted you to be
aware of the tools you already had. If this is the last the Chantry sees of you,
I have still balanced some of my shame.
LELIANA: A lot of people followed me out, what
happens to them?
DOROTHEA: Some will be turned over to the city guard. Although the difference
in treatment may well feel like freedom. Others, like Silas, have more than paid
for their petty crimes. He wants to join the Chantry.
LELIANA: Perhaps he wants a chance at
commander Raleigh.
DOROTHEA: I would not blame him.
LELIANA: You know a lot for an outsider in Ferelden.
DOROTHEA: The members of this temple have
been most helpful, though they technically owe no allegiance to Orlais.
LELIANA: They suffer too if secrets given to the Chantry are not safe.
DOROTHEA: Hmm. My actions could harm all nations ministered by the Chantry.
LELIANA: This seems like a lot of trouble for a few papers.
DOROTHEA: If Raleigh finds the support to act on them,
the number of lives at stake... would be considerable.
LELIANA: But Ferelden and Orlais are at peace.
DOROTHEA: It might be more accurate to say we are merely no longer at war.
LELIANA: Tell me how to find Marjolaine.
DOROTHEA: For your own reasons, I trust?
LELIANA: Do you want your precious papers, or not?
DOROTHEA: Not if I inflict more harm in the
process. Call it a concern of my trade.
LELIANA: I need to see Marjolaine, and then I will decide
what she deserves.
DOROTHEA: I cannot deny you that, but allow
yourself to be surprised by one you decide. That is something... I wish I had
done for myself. Marjolaine is with Raleigh, seeking passage across the
Waking Sea. I have suggested a path. Be careful.
RALEIGH: Pathetic girl! You're in the heart of my Ferelden, what do you hope to gain?
MARJOLAINE: Listen to the commander, pretty one. There is nothing for you here!
RALEIGH: Orlesian harlot! If you wanted more of my men, you could have just asked!
LELIANA: I'm very tired of playing games with commander Raleigh!
RALEIGH: Unruly girl! Let me demonstrate how one properly controls a pet!
RALIEGH: You're better than Marjolaine said. The Bards of Orlais have earned their
reputation. But I remember the scared little girl in my cell!
LELIANA:(coldly) I remember too.
RALEIGH: (screams)
[Crash]
LELIANA: That was for her.
MARJOLAINE: All this. Undoing every one of these lives. It's more fun when it's personal. I
wonder, what did the lovely mother offer for her papers? Something as "entertaining"
as what I did to get them?
LELIANA: You are still trying to hurt me! Why?
MARJOLAINE: So innocent! Even
when your concern threatened to expose me!
LELIANA: All I wanted was a way out, for us!
MARJOLAINE: Oh....You are my pretty thing. But I knew we'd end up like this. You would turn on me,
because that's what I would do.
So I did it first.
MARJOLAINE: We are the same.
LELIANA: No.
MARJOLAINE: So you say, but here you are. Weapon in hand.
LELIANA: I'm not your pretty thing anymore.
I'm not your mirror!
MARJOLAINE: If this was reversed, you'd wake every day expecting my blade.
LELIANA: Marjolaine...
MARJOLAINE: We are the same.
LELIANA NARRATION: Do you want to know a secret?
That moment I keep. Because, even now I don't know
what ending serves best.
LELIANA NARRATION: But being able to choose, that is the truth of this story. The rest... it changes
with the audience. All things change when they find purpose.
LELIANA: And so I fled. To Ferelden, to the Chantry and The Maker. Ferelden protected my
person, and The Maker saved my soul. And that is the reason I am here,
the real reason. No more lies between us, at least in this.
ELISSA: Thank you for trusting me with this.
LELIANA: It feels good to have this off my chest.
Thank you for listening and understanding.
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