Cassandra took only her mabari with her into Orzammar and went straight to the palace district. She went through the line of dwarves with requests for their king, and smiled cordially at King Bhelen.
"Ah, the warden who helped me claim my rightful throne. How can Orzammar assist you?"
"I need lyrium." Cassandra got right to the point.
Bhelen laughed a bit. "Run out topside, have they?" He raised an eyebrow.
Cassandra shook her head. "I need raw lyrium."
"That's not an inexpensive request. I trust you have good reason."
"You may recall a mage who also assisted in many of your tasks to get you the throne."
"Ah yes. If I remember correctly, she collapsed in the Deep Roads."
Cassandra nodded. "We need lyrium to save her. I came straight to you, of course, knowing your generosity."
Bhelen narrowed his eyes, knowing he was being manipulated. He couldn't afford to make an enemy of the Grey Warden though. "Very well. A stone's weight of raw lyrium."
Cassandra smiled and bowed. "Most kind of you, my lord Bhelen." She turned and left to retrieve the lyrium.
Midday, Cassandra and her mabari returned with a tightly sealed box. She went straight to Morrigan's tent. "How did she do overnight?"
Alistair shrugged. "Not much change. Which is good, right? I mean, she's not getting worse."
Cassandra put a hand on Alistair's shoulder and gave it a friendly squeeze.
Irving walked up. "Ah, I see you have been successful in retrieving raw lyrium after all."
Cassandra nodded and looked over to see Wynne approaching. "I am ready, though I feel she should learn the consequences of her actions as we all do."
Alistair looked at her. "Even if that means dying?"
Wynne sighed. "Well I suppose she's learned enough now."
Irving nodded. "Then, let us begin with the ritual. Alistair, you will need to stand back, but stay close in case anything is drawn near."
Alistair nodded and stood up away from Morrigan. Cassandra went down to the main camp to alert everyone else that things of the Fade could be drawn to them because of the ritual. With everyone on high alert, Irving began the ritual, and Wynne closed her eyes as she entered the Fade.