Words taken from a crumpled letter brought in by a scouting expedition near the Hinterlands. Possibly written by the Herald of Andraste.
Sometimes no matter what you do, no matter how many goods deeds you accomplish, you'll still be the monster people fear at night. You cannot change people's minds. You will never be what someone expects you to be no matter how much you fake it. The perfect ruse will always shatter eventually. Which is why I stopped pretending.
Rumors of some sort of trouble making their way to the Conclave. A meeting between The Divine, mages, templars. Must warn them. Must stop them, whoever they are, before they hurt anyone. They won't thank me, no one ever will, but I don't do it for them. I'll never do it for them. I hate this area far too much to care for their approval. If I didn't care about innocent lives, I would have walked right on past that temple. Anything that happened there would only be an improvement.
The South is so dreadfully cold especially during the harsher months. Why anyone decided to build a civilization here is amazing. They must of been drunk off their asses or they are masochist to the cold.
There is some type of war going on in the barbarian south. Templars want mages to be locked up like pretty parrots and mages just want to practice their magic freely. Realistically, mages can practice their magic freely in the circle and most will allow them to exit with permission, but Kirkwall had to be a special fucking snowflake. While I don't blame them for hating mages when their neighbors are the asshole supreme of mage idiocy, tranquility should only be used in dire measures. Which was part of the reason an apostate abomination blew up the chantry and got himself executed by the Champion. If Kirkwall wasn't worse than Fereldan, I possibly would have helped. Maker, the explosion only made an improvement on that shitshow.
Then the idiotic Champion had to side with the fucking mages and everything went to shit. After Kirkwall decided to leave the circle, more mages started to get the notion they should too. Idiots, the lot of them. Yes, lets be like egotistic mageland where blood magic is around every corner.
I've seen far too many petty wars to know where this one was going. No one was getting anywhere and people were dying by the minute. The Divine made the Conclave to help bring a compromise between them. I'm wagering that both sides are going to get each other killed.
I can see the temple up ahead as lines of templars and mages make their way forward. Knife one and two, check. Bow and arrow on back, check. Ridiculous amount of poison, check. Fangs, check. Good, it's showtime.
Perhaps, I am not too late to stop whatever moronic mess is conspiring within those walls.