I liked the Mirror in the Black Emporium. I would buy the DLC. Faces look different in game than they do in the creation screen. You could tweak them a bit. Sometimes the flesh tone would be too pale in game. Anyway....
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I received word back from Starkhaven that Sebastian Vale will be sending aid. I hired an arcanist, and it turned out to be Dagna. And I hired a specialist trainer. I took my seat on the Iron Throne and rendered my first judgement. Bow before me! You do not desecrate the castle of the Herald of Andraste, Grand Inquisitor, regardless of your customs. An example must be set. The penalty is death. And conscript that Templar. I'd sentence him to death, too, if I could. Treasonous bastard! I am the Herald of Andraste!
Then we went to the war room and I sent my team on their wild goose chases, and had them open up the Exalted Plains. Cassandra, Solas, Dorian and I traveled there to begin exploring the region. It is a fascinating area full of white deer, which I immediately began hunting. There was one area in the forest that was full of them and soon I had enough to make three suits of armor.
Then I saw three more standing near what looked like three red ships and a bunch more knife ears. No offense, Solas. You're pretty cool. This is a whining lot still sore for losing their land 1000 years ago. They're the Dalish. They complained how "shems," a racist term for humans, kill halla and sell their hides in cities. Well, sorry dude. It's fine leather, and I plan to make some armor out of it. Besides the venison is pretty tasty, too. Ever try that? Or are you stuck on nuts and berries? Anyway their stores were low on a sh*tload of herbs that I had, and now they need me to go kill some big bears that apparently they can't handle. They must need the bear fat or furs or claws or something. The Keeper sent me to find this "Golden Halla" that they apparently lost. What a bunch of losers that they can't keep track of their own. They'd send their own hunters but they don't have enough. Looking around the camp, it looks like they're barely surviving, but hey, what else do I have to do but curry favor with the Dalish? We need allies. We're the Inquisition. Why isn't this guy on his knees?
Do you know how hard it is to tell which Halla is golden? Especially when you've been hunting? Well, I finally figured it out. It's the one with the light colored antlers. We drove it back to camp and all we got was a thank you. Then we were tasked with clearing out demons from their burial grounds. No problem. Demons are easy. Cassandra advised leaving the dead rest. Okay, Cassandra you're right. We'll leave it rest for now. Besides, I've been through this stuff enough times to know that people like the Keeper have magical seeing ability to see through the eyes of mosquitoes and will know if you desecrate the place. Once we have their allegiance we'll come back and loot it.
Then one woman in the camp couldn't find Valindril or whateverhisnameis. So we went to look for him and found he'd been toying around with blood magic. So we returned and I told her he was a hero trying to do some lost Elven stuff. I lied. I mean the guy is dead. Who the f*ck cares? Apparently Solas cares, and Dorian cares since they gave me hell for it afterward. Cassandra seems to be more interested in the alliance, and that's good. But the woman sends us to look for the talisman. Ugh, now I need Vivienne. Goodbye Dorian. So we get the talisman and give it to her. I'm about done with the Dalish.
All we need to do is the great bears. I need to kill three of them which means back to the war room and it's off to new regions and new messes.