The Judgement of Alexius
The first it was since the loss of Haven.
Destroyed in battle 'gainst magister craven.
In the great hall did our story unfold
There in the keep known as Skyhold
Upon her great throne sat Inquisitor high
While sad prisoner was dragged under her eye.
Broken and beaten, abandoned by all
Even the Vint thought axe would fall.
Sit in Judgement,
Inquisitor, Inquisitor.
Sit in Judgement,
Wise and fair.
Sit in Judgement,
Inquisitor, Inquisitor.
Our witness we bear.
A horror-twisted future 'twas said she held back
Her voice harsh and lashing, like a whip it did crack.
For love of a child had the Vint done the deed,
A future his own, he no longer saw need.
He taunted and insulted with every breath.
Begging in silence for a swift death.
Our Inquisitor, elf-woman born wild and free
Did in that moment an alternative see.
Sit in Judgement,
Inquisitor, Inquisitor.
Sit in Judgement,
Wise and fair.
Sit in Judgement,
Inquisitor, Inquisitor.
Our witness we bear.
She gave her judgement from heart kind and brave,
A merciful fate for the treacherous knave.
A life with books, paper and quill,
Researching magic is what she did will.
For the magic of Redcliffe was strange and rare,
Serve the Inquisition, sentence just, right, and fair.
Spread peace and justice across the land
With light-hope resting in the palm of her hand.
Sit in Judgement,
Inquisitor, Inquisitor.
Sit in Judgement,
Wise and fair.
Sit in Judgement,
Inquisitor, Inquisitor.
Our witness we bear.
—As written and performed by the bard Maryden Halewell