The Markings of Magic


3. Light


"Ugh, I had better be swimming in gold after all of this."

After their little sojourn about the crumbling remains of the Dwarven Empire he imagines that Hawke's sentiments about the whole endeavour.

A Templar.

How quaint. Carver's hypocrisy appears to know no bounds. Evidently his threats of 'having to go through him,' outside the manor were hollow.

Fenris notices though, as Hawke leans on the door frame to Gamlen's hovel as he watches his brother leave, that his cheeks, filthy and grime covered from the venture, have tears running down them.