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"The Herald is an inspiration to the people." A dark-skinned woman paces, the gentle swooshing of her dress filling the room.
"Yes she is. Her sister on the other hand... I believe she should stay where she is until the Herald awakens. We don't want her to ruin all the hard work you've done, Josephine. Even Varric has started spinning tales about the Herald." The man falls into a chair, sighing heavily. One hand holds a snarling lion helm and the other runs through short blonde hair.
"Cullen?" Josephine asks. He waves her off, staring out of the frosted window.