Author's Note: How do you like this little joke chapter?

In penance for making jokes in the presence of the dead I hereby commit the names of those lynched by the Darkspawn at the entrance of Honnleath to this page.

Emma, the village herbalist, they said she'd brew special potions that relaxed you and made you see visions. I'm also told they made your really hungry.

Old man Gilbert, the villege's angry old man who used to curse at any small children who ran onto his land. According to eyewitnesses his last act was to call a group of Genlocks, "Damn whippersnappers."

Ser Gilbert Glover, second son of the Bann, sworn to Redcliffe. 25 years old and quite the ladies man, already the father of six children all of them legitimate. Maybe if the Landsmeet had chosen the Glovers to be the ruling house we would not be having a Civil War right in the Middle of a Blight.