"Hang on a minute; I know it's here somewhere."

Varric sifted through the old and wrinkled pages of different tomes and scripts before finding the one he wanted. "Ah-ha! Here it is."

Cassandra folded her arms, ever impatient. "Well, what are you waiting for? Read it."

Varric looked at her with a chastising expression before responding. "Patience, dear Seeker. Unless you wish to be taken for an artless baboon with a shiny sword, you'll wait. We need refreshments, a good candlelight, comfortable surrounds, musicians, et-"

"Stop. Just read it."

"Okay, fine. I'll leave out the musicians, but I will not be begrudged the other things. Meet me in my room in the Hanged Man in about 2 hours. I promise I won't run away."

Cassandra held the bridge of her nose, obviously aggravated. "Hawke needs to be found! This is not the time for time-consuming frivolities!" She turned to look at Varric, but he, and the manuscript he found, was gone.

2 hours later, Cassandra visited the Hanged Man, foregoing the bar in favor of heading straight to Varric's room. True to his word, Varric hadn't run, and had decorated his place in a nod to what he was about to disclose.

Spying the food and drink laid out on the table, but not wanting Varric to see her stuffing food down her throat like some ne'er-do-well with atrocious table manners, she sat and ate cordially, looking expectantly at Varric.

"Right, Seeker. This will be a treat for you."

Those who wish the Fair-eyed path

Take will, the mirror.

Eluvian showeth the way

Only but, to the true

If figured it, you have, out

Listen carefully to this limerick

Three ways, one is incorrect

The other two shall seek them both

Champion and Hero hath parted ways

They swore a solemn oath

To take back the center

From the abominable fiends

If findeth they, you shall have

Maker's Glory you will receive

Arm against thine enemy

Make do with what you believe.

The path, not so easy

Full of obstacles not 'sly traversed

Suffer thee one mortal wound

Leave behind that which is cursed.

Lest you become that which you nurs'd

And should you heed not, fear the worst

And if ye then, survive these trials

Seek them then on the golden path

Information they shall part for you to parse

Only then shall they unleash their wrath.

Unavoidable this conclusion is,

Foregone for want of lease

On the world, it needs this

Not a small modicum of peace.

Not a small modicum of peace.

"I don't understand. What does it all mean?"

"Even I can't tell you that, Seeker. The Champion wrote that scrawl for my eyes only and said one day one would come to fix this huge mess. Then she up and left."

Cassandra took another look at the conundrum on the table. A smile ghosted her lips.

"Then I guess I have work to do."