
So this is Andraste, Paragon of the human lands. She who waged war against a crippled Imperium, capitalizing on their weakness in the wake of the First Blight, destroying their crops and attacking from multiple fronts. To think that the Ashes exist, truly, and were not merely a legend....
I will not believe in the Maker even so, for if He does exist he has done nothing for our people other then either try to destroy us or watch on as we fall into ruin. I will not bow down and send praise to a god so vain as to demand all follow Him, but as I gaze upon these Ashes I hold the deepest of respects for Andraste. She was truly a remarkable woman. I can only speculate as to everything about her life.
And this Gauntlet, to think it would allow me to see Trian's face once more -- not as the man he became because of Bhelen's treachery, but as the man he once was. By the Ancestors.... whatever magic is at work in this place.... I am forever grateful. The lyrium within the mountain twists and turns and sings and it must be partially responsible. Wynne and Lysa say this place is infused with magic.
Even my Spirit companion, watching from the other side of the Fade, feels something from this area.
I will take the Ashes. No desecration for the Paragon of Humans. Kolgrim and his group can rot in the side of the mountain, and may the Stone find them unworthy. I will return to Redcliffe and heal Arl Eamon, hopefully, before I return home. If he is of truly any use he will unify the Bannorn under a common banner and reduce how many battles are fought. We will see how useful he is, truly.
Has it only been a few months since I was exiled? It feels like it's been years. Please... Father, stay alive. If you must rejoin the Ancestors, please wait until I can see your face one last time....