Prologue
"…I hope that story satisfied you, Seeker."
The beardless dwarf sat back in his chair comfortably, his hands folded in his lap as he stared back at the heavily-armored woman, practically glowering at him from her standing position, barely three feet away from the storyteller.
"…That wasn't the WHOLE story, dwarf, and you know it."
Cassandra clearly knew more than she was letting on. Still, her 'prisoner' raised his eyebrows, giving her a rather convincing look of confusion.
"Whatever are you going on about, Seeker? You wanted the story of the Champion, you got exactly what you asked for."
"…I have reliable sources, Varric. You left out one very important character…protecting her is useless. Living witnesses saw the beast, dwarf…the beast that tipped the scales in your favor the day the Chantry was destroyed."
"…I have promises to keep, Seeker. Surely you wouldn't want to bring such a 'beast' down upon your head if I told you the story…"
"Try me, dwarf. You're not leaving this room until you give me the ENTIRE story, like you promised. No edits."
"…Well…it's your funeral, Seeker. We have to go back rather far in this story…back to when we were planning the expedition into the Deep Roads."