[His final remark makes her smile just a little, but her mind is too caught on the Brecilian Forest. She remembers it too well. And she will never know if she made the right decision, trusting the spirit over her kind.

Yet... Yet little harm came to them... in the end.]

An old Keeper who held onto his grief and anger too long. Though... When everything else has been taken from you, what else is there?

[So many memories. So many lessons.]

We are the last Elvhenan.

--Forgive me. I... I dare say that I have bored the Zevran I know to tears on... many occasions. Talking of my clan. Of the Dalish. [But he had always seemed willing to listen. Ready to counter the stories that drove her fiercely yet made her mourn for the life she could never return to with comical escapades of assassinations.

Only some of which she actually believed. But he and Alistair could make her laugh. Lelianna could make her relax. Wynne could brush away some of the burden from her shoulders. Morrigan could buck up her spirits. Oghren could provide ale. And the Mabari hound always made her feel safe.]

It is... strange. To see a friend's face and speak to a stranger.