"Life as a rogue spell singer was always difficult, even for the most experienced of the Dalish clans," murmured Merci as she and the girls left the cruel Red Templars far behind them and had finally set up camp for the night, within an elven ruin of course.
She sighed and said, "I know this isn't what you girls are used to, all things considered, but this is the safest place to be for tonight don't you think?" And they agreed with her. Meanwhile over twelve years earlier, she remembered being brought home to the Aclassi house when she was just a young thing, about eight or nine and having a large amount of healing injuries that had made her like a slave to the shemlen.
Rose Marie finally asked her what the scars meant for her and she answered her with nothing but the Creators' own given truth. "Da'len, these scars are from many fights I've fought over the years, including saving your brother with Iron Bull's help of course. I merely used my voice against the bastards. Only after Bull lost an eye to them of course, and Krem became a part of the Chargers. Now, well, he's happy with who he is, and he also has me who fully understands him. And still thinks of him as a man, even without the dangly bits between his legs."
The girls laughed when Marian noticed her grimace with pain from a much fresher wound to her side, that hasn't even closed with the passage of time. She bound it up with some bandages after cleaning it out for her and they fell asleep together while Merci kept watch.
Because she can sense the dead walking amongst the ruins at every turn and she entreated them to provide some miner aide for that night and she promised to release them at dawn, and the deal was struck. "The life of a rogue spell singer is very difficult indeed, Da'len, but you follow your destined path blindly ever since birth to become a Goddess as well," said a voice from somewhere within the darkness, "May you be well rewarded when the time comes da'len, my daughter the flesh of my very soul."