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Merely months had passed since the blight and Wynne had to recount her adventures in great detail, to a most unlikely audience. It was surprising how her own memory of the events of the recent past, the ones that had seemed so deeply etched, were in truth not as clear as she had hoped. Nevertheless she remembered the important events and could manage to satiate the curiosity of her impatient listener.
Narrating a tale spanning a little more than a year was no easy task, however. Every little slip up was enough to incite a question from the listener. But, thank the Maker, for Wynne was still sharp as ever – ready with logical explanations or at least convincing excuses, and the storytelling had come to an end in a few hours.
The listener was visibly baffled. The account narrated by Wynne, was nothing short of a fairytale. She said, "You do realize, senior enchanter, that your story is far too fantastical to be true, don't you?"
"Yes I do realize that. But all of that does not change the fact that it is real. All of what I have said is true. You, Solona Amell, are the Hero of Ferelden and you did all of it."
Solona clearly dismissed Wynne's words as falsehoods – "If I really did find the sacred ashes of Andraste, or give Orzammar its new king, or find the paragon Branka, or, as you claim, defeat the Archdemon, I think I would have at least some recollection of it. Wouldn't you?"
Wynne did not know how to cope with this new situation. Merely months had passed since the Blight and Wynne had found herself in the midst of a new kind of crisis – "Maker help me, I am too old for this," she said with a sigh.
