Dragons, was all Artemis Cousland-Theirin could think, damn dragons.
After two and a half years of looking for a cure, a way out, she refused to be taken out by an overgrown, fire-breathing gecko. She'd killed an Archdemon for fucks sake, this thing shouldn't be able to win.
Wait for Alistair to charge it, then an arrow to the face.
No, he's not here, you've not seen him for over two years.
A tail came out of nowhere and slammed her into a nearby boulder. Fuck.
As she drifted into unconsciousness, she saw what a Qunari, or what looked like one, charge the dragon with a battle axe the size of her body, while a mage cast spells from behind. She also spotted a dwarf with a cross-bow and a woman attacking with a pair of daggers.
Huh, sounds like the start of one of Zev's jokes. Then black.