A year later on the borders of Orlais, mages from all over Thedas gathered at Andoral's Reach. This was the first conclave since the fall of the circles. Today it would be decided whether the mages would rebel or turns themselves over to the mercy of the chantry. Everyone was quiet as the fraternities spook their opinions. In the back of the room stood a man, with a woman in front of him, watching in silence. Next to them a black mabari. The man was tall, had long blonde-brown hair, a beard, brown eyes and a sharp chin. He had his arms wrapped around a woman who had just begun to show her pregnancy. She had dark red hair and emerald eyes. They listened intensely as the last fraternity spoke. Everyone was tense as the last enchanter casted his vote.
"I vote that we fight."
The man gave a sigh of relief and kissed the woman on her neck. He then whispered softly as he placed a hand on her stomach:
"Then it wasn't all for nothing."
"No... I just thought we wouldn't have children until after this was settled... This is your fault you know? You and your warden stamina."
She chuckled and he smiled in response.
"Hey! It was just a happy side effect of that grey potion of yours."
His look turned serious, turned her around and kissed her.
"War is coming. I wish I could promise to keep you safe."
She cupped his cheek, gave him a warm contagious smile and he couldn't help but smile as well.
"I wish I could promise you the same... but we will make sure that in the future others will be safe and free."
"We will fight for a world where our children can be born mages and free."
"Flemmeth once told me thing are the way they are, because they could not have been any other way… I have always questioned this." Morrigan, Dragon Age: Origins.