*Rain pours down from the dark clouds hanging low over the hill. Chill wind carries rain drops against his face. He stands there looking at a small head stone, carved with dalish runes and figures. There is only one word in the stone, Kalya. The wind pulls his wet robe and tries to pull off his hood. "I thought you would like this place" he says, looking at the hill. A flowery grass hill spreads around him with small cherry trees, now barren from the winters coldness. He brought her here several times, and here they dreamed of their coming life together. How they would elope and ran to a far away place where they could live happily together. Away from all of this. A family of their own, just as a husband and wife. Not as a Tevinter Magister and a dalish elf but as a man and a woman.
He smirks bitterly, "how naive I was" he says looking at the stone. "I hope you like this place" he repeats, "I wanted to remember you in a place where we were happy. Even for a short time". with a sight he continues, "I am ready to let you rest now. To move on".
He looks down the hill where Nazlik stands with horses in distance looking like a miniature character. "I want you to know I did everything I could, to save you and bring you back. But it seems gods had different plans". He croaches down and places his hand on the stone "I will always love you, I hope you know that". Magic starts to glow under his palm and golden light illuminates her name. He concentrates even more and the light expands to cover the whole stone with all the carvings. "This stone will now stand through the test of time" he whispers.
He stands up, takes a one last look at the stone with the name. After a moment of silence he starts to walk down the hill side in the pouring rain towards the qunari woman. His hooded black robed figure leaning on a black staff moves away into the distance. Rain falls on the small head stone*