The world is a very strange place, Finn thought. Take, for example, the Circle of Magi. Its libraries contain thousands of manuscripts on every possible subject. Every relatively useful book written in Thedas can be found in one tower or the other. Most enchanters have access to this endless source of information. Mages themselves possess the power that could easily put them above "normal" people. And yet, they are locked in those towers with all the books, unable to get outside and share their knowledge with the masses. People would rather listen to the superstitious nonsense promoted by the Chantry than to a mage scholar.

"How's the translation going?"

A familiar voice distracted him from his thoughts.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Amaranthine?"

He gestured to a woman in a Grey Warden uniform, inviting her to join him at his desk.

"I was on my way from Denerim to the Keep, and decided to check on you."

She accepted his invitation and sat in a chair next to him.

"Such a detour…"

"You know I love the view of the Lake Calenhad in spring time," she smiled. "Seriously though, I brought you another book you might find interesting."

"Oh? Where did you get this?"

Finn traced leafy ornament on a cover of a surprisingly well-preserved old tome with his fingertips.

"Smuggled straight from Cumberland," she grinned.

"I see. Spreading your net, huh?"

"Sort of. My brother borrowed it for me."

"While we're talking about your contacts, are you still in touch with Surana? I came across some of his old papers, and I think he can be useful to us."

"He's in Montsimmard. Want me to send him a note?"

"I'll write down some questions for him, if you don't mind."

"Sure," she nodded. "So, what did you find?"

"All the sources I was yet able to check prove that Morrigan was either lying or misinformed. There is no way one can travel through the Eluvian into another realm. Two mirrors are needed to activate the portal."

"Isn't it what Tevinter magisters managed to achieve? I mean, what if the mirrors are capable of something else?"

"I don't know… That is why I need to consult with someone who specializes in Spirit school."

"Alim."

"Yes. He studied Spiritualism from elven point of view."

"I know. It was quite refreshing."

"I hope he'll be able to help us."

"I'm sure he will."

Their discussion was interrupted by a small girl in an apprentice robe who ran into the library, followed by other children.

"Cassandra! I knew I saw you! Will you tell us a story about the Archdemon? We have some new kids who haven't heard it yet!"

"Sure, why not?" she smiled to Finn apologetically. "See you later!"

He nodded, looking at the Warden-Commander surrounded by young mages. They loved her and her heroic tales. He had no doubts she would tell them about Flemeth, the mighty Witch of the Wilds who saved her life, and her daughter Morrigan, the shapeshifter who could turn into a bear. She would tell them about the bravery of Senior Enchanter Wynne and First Enchanter Irving who fought alongside her on the top of Fort Drakon and helped her to slay the Archdemon. She would tell them about Anders and Velanna, her fellow Wardens who helped her to kill the Mother. She would mention a very old mage Avernus who, under her influence, changed from an evil blood mage into an ethical researcher. And she would tell them not to annoy Enchanter Finn, because his work was very important. They would listen to her. They always did.