(RECAP) there are three main groups that we have treaties for -
The Dalish elves, the dwarves of Orzammar, and the Circle of Magi.
ELISSA: Where do we find the dwarves?
ALISTAIR: we would need to speak to their king, in Orzammar.
That means heading west into the Frostback Mountains, which won't be easy.
(RECAP) ZEVRAN: My name is Zevran.
Zev, to my friends.
I am a member of the Antivan Crows,
brought here for the sole purpose of slaying any surviving Grey Warden.
Well - here's the thing...
I failed to kill you, so my life is forfeit.
And you are obviously the sort to give the Crows pause.
So...let me serve you, instead.
ELISSA: Very well! I accept your offer.
(RECAP) MORRIGAN: Here, in great detail
Flemeth explains the means by which she has survived for centuries.
Flemeth has raised many daughters over her long lifetime.
When her body becomes old, and wizened
she raises a daughter.
And when the time is right, she takes her daughter's body for her own!
Flemeth must be slain - and I need your help to do it.
(RECAP) ELISSA: We know your little secret, Flemeth.
FLEMETH: What will it be then?
ELISSA: Now, you die.
FLEMETH: I'd have it no other way.
(dragon roaring)
(RECAP) ELISSA: Flemeth is dead...
You're free.
MORRIGAN: Dead?
You *actually* managed it?
(campfire crackling)
ELISSA: So! Flemeth is dead.
What now?
MORRIGAN: Now I have enough time to study Mother's Grimoire
to find a way to prevent her from stealing my body in the future.
For she will be back.
One day, I have no doubt of that.
And if I cannot protect myself
one day I will track her down again in whatever body she inhabits,
And she will die again.
And again, if need be.
But there is no need to think of such things now.
I have you to thank for saving me, so...
Let us return to the task of dealing with the darkspawn, no?
ELISSA: You know you can always rely on me, right?
MORRIGAN: You...
To much could happen in days to come, to...
make such promises.
Yet, I am...grateful.
Let us go. There is much to be done, before...
There is still much to be done.
ZEVRAN: Here I am.
ELISSA: Care to answer some questions?
ZEVRAN: Oh? This should be good.
Go ahead.
ELISSA: Why did you want to leave the Crows, exactly?
ZEVRAN: Well now...
I imagine that's a very fair question.
Being an assassin, after all, is a living
at least as far as such things go.
I was simply never given the opportunity to choose another way.
So, if that choice presents itself,
why should I not seize upon it?
ELISSA: But...what would you rather do?
ZEVRAN: Now that you mention it...
I am not entirely certain.
I was but a boy of seven when I was purchased.
For three sovereigns, I'm told.
Which is a good price, considering I was all ribs and bone
and didn't know the pommel of a dagger from the pointy end.
The Crows buy all their assassins that way.
Buy them young. Raise them to know nothing else but murder.
And if you do poorly in your training, you die.
ELISSA: That sounds awful.
ZEVRAN: Oh, I don't know about that!
The Crows who are actually good enough to survive
come to enjoy some of the benefits.
In Antiva, being a Crow gets you respect.
It gets you wealth.
Gets you women.
And men.
Or whatever it is you might fancy.
But that does not mean doing what is expected of you always.
And it means being expendable.
It's a cage, if a gilded cage.
Pretty...but confining.
ELISSA: Why didn't you just leave, then?
ZEVRAN: And become the next mark for some up-and-coming Crow?
Not likely.
The only way to leave is for them to think you're dead.
And even then? You'd best be scarce.
As for what I'll do in the future
- presuming that there is one -
I truly can't imagine.
It might be interesting to go into business for myself...
For a change.
Far away from Antiva, of course.
For now, naturally, I go where you go.
ELISSA: And when you get the first chance to betray me?
ZEVRAN: And be slaughtered?
Perish the thought!
Come now, enough chit-chat.
Talking about the Crows summons them, you know.
Any Antivan fishwife could tell you so.
(campfire crackling)
ELISSA: Do you have tales to share?
LELIANA: Of course I do!
ELISSA: Tell me about darkspawn.
LELIANA: Chantry lore says it is man's pride that created the darkspawn.
In ages past,
mages of the Tevinter Imperium ruled much of the world we know.
In their pride, they thought their magics invincible.
And imagined that they were greater than the Maker himself.
So thinking, they invaded his Golden City.
Planning to take it for themselves, and depose their own Creator.
But they were impure, and full of sin.
And it is with sin that they tainted the Golden City.
Corrupting it forever.
The Maker cursed them, and cast them from his sight.
Wherever they went, they spread the taint of their sin.
Any land that was touched by the taint became blighted
and would suffer no life.
Instead, the darkspawn arose to torment us
and remind us of our hubris.
ELISSA: You're still with me, I see?
SHALE: Yes.
Its adventures are interesting
even if the chances for success are remarkably slim.
It would be better to throw oneself off of a cliff, I suspect.
Does it wish me to leave?
I can, though I see no reason to go.
ELISSA: No! Stay. You're quite helpful!
SHALE: No doubt.
Without me, it would have to carry its inventory on its own.
Perhaps we should continue.
Its chances of success are small enough, without further dawdling.
(theme music plays)
WYNNE: So, tell me.
How did you become a Grey Warden?
ELISSA: Arl Howe massacred my family...
Duncan helped me escape.
WYNNE: Arl Rendon Howe?
The Arl of Amaranthine?
Why would he do such a thing to you?
ELISSA: Out of jealousy?
He wanted Highever - my father's teyrnir.
WYNNE: You are...you are the last of the Couslands?
I had no idea.
My Lady.
ELISSA: Don't.
I'm just a Grey Warden now.
WYNNE: Yes, I suppose so.
You can no longer have a title, can you?
But that does not mean you must forget utterly where you came from.
Take heart, dear friend.
You survived - even when you were not expected to.
We do not yet know what lies in store for you,
or the name you carry.
It is not so bad, is it?
Being a Grey Warden?
ELISSA: I will...do my duty.
But I won't forget what Howe did.
WYNNE: Sometimes it gives me comfort to think
that everything will end up the way it's supposed to.
That it will be alright.
You were chosen.
You survived the Joining, when others did not.
Perhaps it was meant to be.
ELISSA: What can a Templar do, exactly?
ALISTAIR: Essentially, they're trained to fight.
The Chantry would tell you the Templars exist simply to defend...
but don't let them fool you.
They're an army.
The other main purpose for a Templar is of course to hunt mages.
To that end, we train in talents that drain mana
and disrupt spells.
ELISSA: So, Templars use magic themselves?
ALISTAIR: You *could* call it that, sure...
The Chantry doesn't look on it the same way, however.
Since really our talents only work on mages.
Against a regular person, I'm just a...guy in a metal suit.
ELISSA: So couldn't others learn these talents?
ALISTAIR: Perhaps.
But there isn't usually much of an opportunity.
The Chantry keeps a close rein on its Templars.
We are given lyrium to help develop our magical talents, you see.
Which means we become addicted...
And since the Chantry controls the lyrium trade with the dwarves...
Well. I'm sure you can put two and two together.
ELISSA: That's horrible - I can't believe they would do that!
ALISTAIR: Well, they do it. And they feel perfectly justified.
You don't *need* lyrium in order to learn the Templar talents,
lyrium just makes Templars' talents more effective.
Or so I was told.
Maybe it doesn't even do that.
The Chantry doesn't usually let their Templars get away either,
so they can spread their secrets.
I'm a bit of an exception.
Lucky me.
(Durgen whining)
(crows caw in the distance)
WYNNE: Oh my.
I...did not expect it to be this crowded.
MERCHANT: Oh! You wish to talk to me?
Surely it's a courtesy for one so...well armed...to notice a lowly merchant?
ELISSA: You live on the surface?
MERCHANT: Someone has to.
Trade with other races can dry up...
We surfacers are Orzammar's lifeline.
Even if we're denied a caste...
The Assembly says we turned our back on the Stone.
But they still use the goods we bring.
Hypocrites.
Maybe it'll change by the time my children are grown.
ELISSA: How often do you restock in Orzammar?
MERCHANT: Twice a year.
I'm confined to a trade stall in the Commons, but I see enough.
It's very...closed-in.
My grandfather says I've lost my stone-sense.
I was born topside.
I don't remember having it.
Best of luck to you.
MESSENGER: King Loghain will not suffer the delay of his appointed messenger!
GUARD: Veata!
This land is held in trust for the sovereign Dwarven kings.
I cannot allow entry at this time.
MESSENGER: King Loghain demands the allegiance of the Deshyr!
Or Lords, or whatever you call them in your assembly...
I am his appointed messenger.
GUARD: I don't care if you're the king's wyvern.
Orzammar will have none but its own until our throne is settled.
ELISSA: I have urgent need to talk to your king.
MESSENGER: Who doesn't?
If I don't get in, no-one should.
GUARD: Orzammar has no king.
Endrin Aeducan returned to the Stone not three weeks ago.
Sick over the loss of his sons.
The Assembly has gone through a dozen votes without agreeing on a successor.
If it is not settled soon...
we risk a civil war.
ELISSA: I am a Grey Warden!
This treaty obliges Orzammar to aid me.
MESSENGER: The Wardens killed King Cailan and nearly doomed Ferelden!
They're sworn enemies of King Loghain!
GUARD: Well, that *is* the Royal Seal.
That means only The Assembly is authorised to address it.
Grey Warden, you may pass.
MESSENGER: You're letting in a traitor?!
And a foreigner?!
In the name of King Loghain, I demand that you execute this...
stain on the honour of Ferelden!
ELISSA: Run to your false king! The Dwarves will not hear him today.
MESSENGER: You...
You'll hear of this.
King Loghain will see you quartered!
GUARD: You are free to enter Orzammar, Grey Warden.
Though I don't know what help you will find.
(heavy doors opening)
DWARF: It is the Assembly who makes a king.
And a king who nominates his successor.
None of it is carried in the blood.
PRINCE BHELEN: Or as now, when someone tries using the Assembly to pull a coup.
Who's to say what my father said in his final hours?
When the usurper Harrowmont was the only one by his side!
DWARF: I'll have you thrown in prison.
BHELEN: You've bitten off more than you can chew!
DWARF #2: Handlers! Separate these Deshyrs in the Diamond Quarter.
I will not have Bhelen incite a riot.
DWARF #3: You will not speak that way about the man who should be king!
(the dwarf cries out in pain)
DWARF: Veata, surfacer!
I'm bid to let you walk the Commons, but keep your place.
Warden or not, I want order.
ELISSA: The Blight is coming.
I need Orzammar's assistance!
DWARF: Surface problems.
Well, we have no king to hear you.
You can join the shouting in the Assembly in the Diamond Quarter, if you want.
Bunch of Deshyr-lords bickering over sand.
Bhelen...Harrowmont...is one so different?
No Paragons here.
ELISSA: Paragons?
DWARF: Surfacers appoint no Paragons?
Truly you are lost in all that sky.
They are the best of us.
Declared Living Ancestors!
If you must be our Warden, at least know us!
Go the Shaper of memories in the Shaperate.
The true bright spot in the Diamond Quarter.
ELISSA: Can a city function like this?
DWARF: See, that's why I don't want you surfacers seeing our worst!
You'll think that's all we are.
The market is thin, but busy.
And the tavern never closes.
Bad blood is usually kept to the Proving.
Should toss Bhelen and Harrowmont in there - sort this out in a hurry...
ELISSA: The Proving?
DWARF: Personal battles for honour and ancestor.
I don't expect a surfacer to understand.
ELISSA: Sounds like Bhelen and Harrowmont are the ones to talk to.
DWARF: They've caged themselves for fear of each other.
As you've seen, keeping order down among us *working* people is dodgy.
No place for a *proper lord*.
Bhelen speaks through his Second, Vartag Gavorn in the Assembly.
Harrowmont speaks through Dulin Forender from his estate.
ELISSA: I should get going.
DWARF: Yes, you should.
NIRAV: Did you see that?
I cannot believe what this city has come to.
This would never have happened when Endrin was alive.
ELISSA: People are at each other's throats!
NIRAV: The city is torn apart.
King Endrin is dead, and the Assembly can't decide who takes the throne.
Lord Harrowmont, or that monster, Bhelen.
ELISSA: Why such hate for Bhelen?
NIRAV: Everybody knows he killed his brother Trian
and let his father's favourite son take the blame.
And many question whether Endrin died abed, as we were told
or whether Bhelen helped him along...
ELISSA: Who are you?
NIRAV: I am Nirav Helmi.
Third daughter of the second matron of House Helmi.
And you, stranger?
What brings you to Orzammar at such a time?
ELISSA: I am Elissa.
A Grey Warden, and I am here seeking aid.
NIRAV: A Grey Warden?
*That* explains why they allowed you past the gates!
What kind of 'aid' do you mean?
ELISSA: I have a treaty, compelling Orzammar to aid against the Blight.
NIRAV: A Blight? Now?!
But - our warriors are killing each other in the streets!
I'm sorry, stranger.
I fear there will be no aid for you in Orzammar.
If you seek Lord Harrowmont's support
I suggest you talk with his trusted adviser, Dulin Forender.
He might be able to get you an audience.
WYNNE: Oh, this is grand!
The noble houses do love their luxuries, don't they?
TOWN CRIER: Grey Warden arrives in Orzammar! Undoubtedly to offer assistance to Lord Harrowmont!
TOWN CRIER #2: Legion of the Dead warriors secretly wear Prince Bhelen's colours!
WYNNE: So this is the seat of the king?
Except he isn't sitting there at the moment, I suppose.
CZIBOR: When I last walked this hall,
Endrin was king, and Orzammar was at peace.
The memories often speak of the swiftness with which change overtakes us.
But it is different to see it firsthand.
I apologise, Warden. I should not burden a stranger with such thoughts.
I am Czibor. The Shaper of Memories.
ELISSA: Shaper of Memories?
The Shaperate guards Orzammar's knowledge.
We have preserved in lyrium all of the records of dwarven history.
The memories record all.
They are how we know to which family a child owes life.
How we trace lost Thaigs...
They ensure we forget nothing of our past.
Good, or bad.
ELISSA: Let's talk about Orzammar, Lord Shaper.
CZIBOR: Ask, and I shall do my best to answer.
ELISSA: What's the difference between an Ancestor and a Paragon?
CZIBOR: All dwarves who die return to the stone as Ancestors.
To guide their families forever.
But only one every few generations rises to Paragon.
A Paragon is a dwarf whose accomplishments change Orzammar so much
that the Assembly recognises they've been born blessed.
They are venerated as Living Ancestors.
And found a new noble House, forever bearing their name.
ELISSA: Are there any Paragons in Orzammar now?
CZIBOR: There is one Paragon of this generation.
A woman named Branka.
She was born a Smith,
but her inventions caught the Assembly's eye.
Before she had seen 20 years, she had created a smokeless coal.
It could burn in a cave without vents, and no-one could choke from it.
It earned her Paragon status.
ELISSA: Where's Branka now?
She went into the Deep Roads two years ago
seeking out secrets of the ancient Smiths.
She never returned.
ELISSA: Tell me some of Orzammar's history.
CZIBOR: We were a great Empire, once.
Outnumbering even humans and elves.
We traded with your Tevinter Imperium,
and our lands stretched as far in the Deep Roads as theirs did above.
Kal Sharok was capital then.
But we lost too many battles.
We lost our golems.
And we lost our territory.
Now the Empire is simply ruined tunnels filled with darkspawn.
ELISSA: What *are* the Deep Roads?
CZIBOR: They were once our highways beneath the mountains.
Now the darkspawn claim them, and few venture there.
Except *your* order.
Who enter the Deep Roads when they retire
so they can die, slaughtering as many darkspawn as possible.
ELISSA: Where is Kal Sharok?
CZIBOR: At the other side of the old Empire.
During the last Blight
the kings of Orzammar knew they couldn't hold everything.
They sealed the Deep Roads
abandoning everyone still trapped in far-flung settlements.
It was the only way to survive.
Kal Sharok is the only other city to out-last the Blight.
We only rediscovered them recently.
And they still haven't forgiven us.
ELISSA: How did you lose your golems?
CZIBOR: The Paragon Caridin
a Smith of unsurpassed genius
invented the golems.
For years they were our weapon against the darkspawn.
One golem is worth a dozen dwarves in battle.
But Caridin's Thaig is far into the Deep Roads
When it fell, we lost his secret to creating golems.
There are books about it along these walls, if you would read more.
ELISSA: Golems like this?
CZIBOR: Yes!
We have only a few dozen left in Orzammar, and
I do not recognise this one. Where did you find it?
Every golem is precious to us.
We pay a good sum for a new find.
SHALE: I'd sooner jump into a pit of lava.
CZIBOR: Unfortunate.
Was there anything else?
I must tell the rest of the Shaperate about this discovery.
ELISSA: I should go.
CZIBOR: Your presence here has been recorded in the Memories.
I wish I knew what significance it has.
VARTAG: Warden, welcome.
It is always a blessing for Orzammar to host your Order.
I am Vartag Gavorn, top advisor to our good Prince Bhelen.
What news do you bring?
ELISSA: You know who I am?
It would be hard not to notice the Grey Warden, and her
....eclectic entourage.
I hear you seek the aid of Orzammar's finest.
This treaty obliges Orzammar to send troops to the surface.
Ah, ancient documents indeed.
These were signed in the reign of Eithnar Bemot.
Paragon and king.
That was sixteen generations ago.
Now the difficulty is,
that the treaty only compels our king.
And we are sadly lacking one of those right now.
ELISSA: (sighs) Is there some way I could help?
VARTAG: My prince is the rightful king, but
a disappointing number of lords back the upstart Harrowmont for the throne.
If you show your support for Prince Bhelen
he might be able to assist with your requests.
ELISSA: I thought King Endrin himself supported Harrowmont?
VARTAG: That hurts worst of all.
That Harrowmont would take advantage of the dying king's delirium
to plant such poisonous suspicions against his own son.
After that, you understand why Bhelen cannot trust the word of a stranger.
However reputable that stranger might be.
ELISSA: Then I will have to seek my aid from Harrowmont, instead.
VARTAG: Wait. We must be cautious about whom to trust...
But perhaps we could find a way.
Harrowmont has engaged in a campaign of bribery, and coercion
to ensure that every House serves him.
But - if a neutral party, a stranger
were to approach certain key members
perhaps with irrefutable evidence of Harrowmont's deception...
WYNNE: Irrefutable evidence?
Which I suppose *you* have?
VARTAG: I'm certain my Lord Prince would show his gratitude.
ELISSA: Forget it, I'm not doing Bhelen's dirty work!
VARTAG: Very well.
But do not expect my prince to see you as anything more than another ignorant surfacer.
I will be here if you change your mind.
DWARF: The Assembly is in session.
Enter quietly if you wish to observe.
DWARF: Your mind has gone to dust if you think
we would pass such a writ!
Half our Houses would go broke without the surface trade!
DWARF #2: The proposal is only effective until we have a king
to ensure we are respected by the surfacers!
DWARF #1: Leaving you conveniently positioned to take over all contracts!
I'll see your head on a pike first!
DWARF SPEAKER: Deshyrs, Ladies, Lords of the Assembly...
I've already doubled the guard to prevent violence.
Must I summon more?
DWARF: Steward Bandalor
Bhelen's sympathisers are tying our hands with trivialities
They may as well open us to the sky!
DWARF #2: I suggest we put the matter to a vote.
DWARF #3: And I suggest you have a taste of my family's mace!
STEWARD: Enough!
The assembly is in recess until the members of the Assembly can regain control of their emotions.
STEWARD: Stone-forsken fools and dusters...
I'm sorry.
This is the Assembly of the Clans
Only Deshyrs and occasional guests of State are allowed in.
ELISSA: I'm just observing.
Pay me no mind.
STEWARD: Oh, stone...
You must be the Grey Warden.
I completely forgot about the gate guard's message.
Welcome to Orzammar, Warden.
I hope you can forgive our unrest,
the loss of our king has hit us hard.
Respect for your role is great,
but you won't receive a proper hearing until we have a king on the throne.
ELISSA: Is there any way I can break this stalemate?
STEWARD: I must admit, Warden, I am at a loss myself.
It lies with Prince Bhelen, or Lord Harrowmont.
And they are slow to trust anyone in these uncertain times
Dulin Forender
Harrowmont's man, can be found at the Harrowmont estate.
Vartag Gavorn, Prince Bhelen's second, is often here in the Assembly.
I only wish there was more I could do for you.
DWARF: I heard there was a Grey Warden here
I am Dulin Forender.
Second to Lord Harrowmont, King Endrin's own choice as successor.
Word is spreading that the surface may suffer a Blight,
it is shameful we are not in a better position to help.
ELISSA: I would speak with Lord Harrowmont.
DULIN: In an ordinary time, Lord Harrowmont would be honoured to meet you.
Unfortunately, we've already caught more than one of Bhelen's spies
approaching Harrowmont under a pretence of friendship.
So I'm afraid I won't be able to take your word.
If you want to speak to Harrowmont, you will need to prove he can trust you.
ELISSA: Vartag wants me to besmirch Harrowmont's reputation.
DULIN: I see!
DULIN: Well it hardly increases my confidence to hear you went to him first.
I assume you refused?
ELISSA: I'm...looking for a *better* offer.
DULIN: If you want Lord Harrowmont's assistance, first you'll have to prove he can trust you.
ELISSA: What do you want me to do, denounce Bhelen publicly?
DULIN: If you wish to show you have no loyalty to Bhelen
then work against him in Harrowmont's name.
Bhelen is hosting a Proving today.
Supposedly to honour his father's memory...
The Deshyrs take it very seriously.
And unfortunately, Bhelen found some way to blackmail, or
or intimidate House Harromont's best fighters into stepping down.
ELISSA: Why would your Assembly care who wins some tournament?
DULIN: The Proving is a contest of the best warriors in Orzammar.
By fighting, they show who has the ancestor's favour.
If you were to enter the Proving as Lord Harrowmont's champion...
it would prove your loyalty beyond a doubt.
ZEVRAN: (laughs) And *this* is to be your king?
One who cannot keep his own men from running like frightened children?
DULIN: Lord Harrowmont does not use threats or intimidation to motivate his men,
he leads by example.
ZEVRAN: Ah! I see!
So it's his example they follow as they cower from this Prince Bhelen?
DULIN: How dare you slander Lord Harrowmont!
ZEVRAN: Why should we ally ourselves with someone too scared even to grant us an audience?
ELISSA: You'd be nervous, if someone was out to get you...
ZEVRAN: I suppose not everyone can face death as undaunted as an Antivan, it's true.
DULIN: Then you agree to fight in Harrowmont's name?
Bhelen would never work with anyone who humiliated him in that way.
Harrowmont would have no fear of meeting with you then.
ELISSA: I'll enter the Proving, and see why the others withdrew.
DULIN: Excellent.
The arena is located off the Commons.
Talk to the Proving Master and tell him you're entering in Lord Harrowmont's roster.
The key fighters we lost were Gwiddon and Baizyl.
You can look for them in the fighter's preparation chambers behind the ring.
And be sure it's before the fights begin.
After the first bout, no-one may change the roster.
If you need to find me again I'll be waiting in Tapster's Tavern, across the Commons.
There is no better place to hear gossip.
Perhaps even word of your victory.
TOWN CRIER: Lord Bhelen is the voice of change and defence!
TOWN CRIER #2: News on the hour! Is Lord Bhelen considering a dissolution of (fades away)
OGHREN: It'll be two years tomorrow!
By all the sodding holy Ancestors!
How can you people just ignore that?
DWARF: Branka didn't go alone, Oghren.
She took the whole House - everybody but you.
So just get over to Tapster's and drown yourself already.
You know as well as I do, that's how this always ends.
OGHREN: You think I'm afraid of some cub warrior
who's barely off the teat? Ha!
I'll-
DWARF: You lift a weapon, or attack a single citizen in Orzammar
and you're stripped of your caste and exiled.
Even you can't have forgotten that!
Get out of here before I call a guardsman.
DWARF: Can you believe it?
Oghren's barely even warrior caste anymore
and he just clomps in here like he's entitled.
ELISSA: Who's Oghren?
DWARF: Oghren's a drunken wretch.
He comes up here two, three times a week
Hounding people to lead some suicidal rescue mission after Branka.
Gets quite violent about it.
I'd be scared if they hadn't practically gelded him
After he killed young Lord Meino.
ELISSA: What do you mean *gelded* him?
DWARF: Well, he killed Lord Meino's youngest son
in a dual to first blood.
It was a huge scandal.
Oghren should have been executed, but he'd won honours in the Deep Roads.
Instead, they stripped him of all weapons
and forbid him from engaging in fights within city limits.
If he breaks the decree, he'll be exiled.
ELISSA: Why does Oghren care so much about Branka?
DWARF: Eh...she's still his wife, isn't she?
Even if she took their entire House into the Deep Roads and abandoned him.
ELISSA: Is that what you two were arguing about? Branka?
DWARF: It's been two years since Branka left.
No-one has ever stayed in the Deep Roads that long and survived.
The search teams who went out found nothing, but
Oghren wants to keep risking lives searching.
ELISSA: Why did Branka go into the Deep Roads?
DWARF: Chasing some old treasure.
She was quite secretive - outright rude, really.
She said she'd never asked to found a House,
that she didn't care about politics
and that we were too self-absorbed to defeat the darkspawn!
She actually threatened anyone who said they'd come after her!
ELISSA: I should get going now.
DWARF: If you see any guardsmen, tell 'em Oghren was at it again...
THUG: So, I've been hearing rumours that a certain wine merchant
has been falling behind on his payments.
WINE MERCHANT: Well, I...I can't imagine what you mean!
I pay my expenses!
THUG: What about the expenses your good friend Jarvia
incurs when providing your protection?
It's not easy ensuring nothing bad happens.
That no-one decides to just...burn everything in your store.
MERCHANT: My store!
Please! I don't have much - business isn't good!
People are scared!
Tell Jarvia I'll get her money, I-
THUG: Jarvia's not happy with your promises, old man.
Now let's go inside and see what you've been holding back.
MERCHANT: This is all I have right now!
I could get more if I sell something!
THUG: Well, well, looks like we have a visitor.
Friend of yours?
MERCHANT: Get out of here! This is private business.
ELISSA: Looks more like extortion.
MERCHANT: Please - don't get involved with this!
You don't know what they're like!
THUG: Then allow me to make some introductions.
These are dangerous times in Orzammar, stranger.
Lucky us, the merciful Jarvia is offering protection from the chaos.
You're wearing some fancy stuff there...
Might make you a target.
So if you want the Carta's guarantee of safety
it's yours, for the reasonable price of ten gold sovereigns.
Or I can't say what might happen.
ELISSA: Take a good look.
Do you really want to start this?
THUG: Woah, woah! Alright, you win.
I'm not gonna die for ten lousy sovereigns.
MERCHANT: Ancestors bless you for saving my poor store!
I don't know how to express my gratitude.
ELISSA: What do you know about this Jarvia?
MERCHANT: I've...I've never met her, of course.
They say she never leaves Dust Town.
That's the older area of the city, where the casteless congregate.
She's the one directing this depravity!
Since good King Endrin died, they're getting bolder.
They used to be a problem only in Dust Town, but
now they're in the Commons, shaking honest men down for coin.
ELISSA: What do you know about her Carta?
MERCHANT: A band of casteless thugs.
They're to blame for all the crime in Orzammar these days.
They're criminals - and the children of criminals.
The Ancestors themselves declared them irredeemable.
ELISSA: Their children as well? You go that far?
MERCHANT: Their births are abominations.
They were born with no acknowledgment by the Shapers
they are destined to be criminals.
Now if you'll excuse me, I'm grateful for your help
but I don't think we have any more to talk about.
SHALE: I have a question it may be able to answer, elder mage.
WYNNE: Must it always be 'elder mage'?
I'm not a wizened old crone just yet.
WYNNE: Would it prefer 'Mage well past her prime - don't mind the sagging bits'?
WYNNE: You have an odd way of requesting answers to your questions.
SHALE: I'm curious about the abominations of the Tower.
Is it possible for such a creature to become human again?
WYNNE: It is simply...very difficult.
It requires travel into the Fade.
SHALE: And?
Is the mage the same afterwards as the mage was before?
WYNNE: No, I...have never *met* such a person, but...no.
They are changed - forever.
SHALE: I understand. Thank you for the answer...wise one.
BAISYL: Look, I already told the Proving Master I withdrew. Do you have to keep harassing me?
ELISSA: What are you talking about?
BAISYL:...Well that sounded genuine.
Um...if you *weren't* looking for me, do me a favour and pretend I never said anything.
ELISSA: Are you Baisyl Harrowmont?
BAISYL: I am. So if you're not here to...
How do you know who I am?
ELISSA: If you tell me what's happening, I could help you.
BAISYL: Look, it's just....when I was younger, I had a thing with this Aeducan girl, Revelka.
Lesser cousin, nowhere near the throne.
Her family wanted her marrying *up*, so they matched her with Bemot.
But...we didn't exactly stop seeing each other.
ELISSA: And now Bhelen's found out?
BAISYL: I thought we were discreet, but...
She's married to a Deshyr's heir - he'd kill me if he knew.
So I have to slink out of here like some worthless brand, for fear Bhelen will tell the whole city.
ELISSA: Would you fight again if your secret was safe?
BAISYL: There's no way to guarantee that.
I appreciate the thought, but they really have me over a shaft here.
BAISYL: What evidence does Bhelen have?
BAISYL: They have letters.
Love letters Revelka wrote me. If they were made public, she'd be disgraced.
Her husband would cast her aside, and I would be lucky to be allowed to die in a duel.
BAISYL: Did Bhelen threaten you himself?
BAISYL: No, one of his fighters - a woman named Myaja.
She's the one who threatened to expose me.
ELISSA: I can get those letters back.
BAISYL: You'd do that?
I don't know how to thank you, I...
I know it's my own fault. But I'd have married her if I could.
If you can make sure that evidence doesn't come out, I'd be happy to fight in the Proving.
But you need to find them quickly - registrations close once the first bout starts.
ELISSA: Greetings! I'm Elissa, of the Grey Wardens.
DWARF: Don't take it personally. Hanashan's a member of the Silent Sisters.
She doesn't talk to anyone.
ELISSA: What are the Silent Sisters?
DWARF: They're an order of female warriors.
Founded by Astyth the Grey.
A woman of the warrior caste who first fought for women's right to be soldiers.
When no-one listened to her words, Astyth cut out her tongue and dedicated herself to training
until she won a Grand Proving *barehanded*.
The women who join her Order cut out their tongues in her honour.
ELISSA: Who are you?
FARINDEN: I am Farinden.
I serve as Hanashan's trainer and translator.
As you might imagine, she requires my services for more...
mundane tasks.
ELISSA: Whose side are you two on?
FARINDEN: The SIlent Sisters support the sitting king.
They are loyal servants to the Aeducans.
ELISSA: You should reconsider who you call king.
FARINDEN: Your bravado is meaningless.
When a Silent Sister fights, she doesn't do it with words.
If you would back up your claims, enter the proving.
The Ancestors will show who they think is worthy.
DWARF: You new in the fights?
I don't remember seeing you before.
ELISSA: I'm fighting to champion Lord Harrowmont.
DWARF: Far be it for me to tell you your business.
But you might want to take a closer look before you jump into local politics.
Were I you, I'd follow my example...
resign, and let Harrowmont fight his own battles.
GWIDDON: I'm Gwiddon, by the way. It's been a pleasure.
ELISSA: Dulin Forender asked me to talk to you.
GWIDDON: I bet he did!
That man thinks nothing is beneath him.
Well you can just tell him I had my reasons!
It's not so much what happened...as what's going to.
I heard from a reliable source Lord Harrowmont's already given up the throne.
Bhelen called this whole Proving to let his Lordship can save face when he concedes.
ELISSA: That's ridiculous!
Harrowmont isn't conceding.
GWIDDON: Oh? And where did you hear this that's more reliable than a member of the Assembly?
ELISSA: Dulin. And I'm rallying honourable fighters for Harrowmont.
GWIDDON: I, uh...
I *suppose* there's nothing his Lordship would do without consulting Dulin...
He's always been his top man.
Maybe you're right...
I'm just a warrior.
I've always tried to stay out of these noble politics.
If I find out this whole thing has been some flunkie of Bhelen's lying to me for his own gain
I'll...I'll...
ELISSA: Go win big for Lord Harrowmont?
GWIDDON: Maybe I will at that.
MYAJA: This area's off limits.
Combatants only.
ELISSA: I hear you've been threatening Harrowmont's fighters.
MYAJA: Is that an accusation?
It's illegal to threaten Proving fighters outside the ring.
LUCJAN: Not helping them keep their dirty secrets though.
That's another story.
ELISSA: I'd like to see those letters.
LUCJAN: I bet you would.
MYAJA: Just tell Baisyl Harrowmont to fight.
LUCJAN: Then you'll see them.
On the front page of a broadsheet.
MYAJA: Come on Lucjan, we have a fight to prepare for.
(door is locked)
ZEVRAN: Hmm. Perhaps I could have a try at that?
(bang)
ZEVRAN: Hmm-
ELISSA: (bang)
ELISSA: Here they are - Baisyl's love letters...
I'll just take these...
BAISYL: The Proving's almost starting...
I should leave, if you haven't found anything...
ELISSA: I have your letters right here.
BAISYL: Where did you get those?
No, n-n-n-no, I don't want to know.
Just...thank you.
I can't say what it means to know my Revelka is safe.
ELISSA: So you'll fight in the proving?
BAISYL: I will be glad to fight for Harrowmont in the Provings.
Thank you again, friend.
PROVING MASTER: The Proving will begin shortly, I'm sure you can find a place in the stands!
Or - were you here to take part in the fight?
ELISSA: I'd like to hear more about who's fighting.
PROVING MASTER: Well, with politics what they are...
Many combatants are dedicating their fight to either Prince Bhelen, or Lord Harrowmont.
Mostly Bhelen.
It's a regular parade of past winners out there.
Piotin Aeducan always leads a battle unit - he's the Prince's cousin.
Myaja and Lucjan are twins from the warrior caste.
They fight together, put on a good show.
Did you wish to fight in the proving today?
ELISSA: I'd like to fight...as Lord Harrowmont's champion.
PROVING MASTER: Well, that's a surprise!
Never thought the Grey Wardens would take an interest in our king.
Let me just put you into the schedule here...
Now, is there a particular name you wish listed?
ELISSA: I am Elissa...
of the Grey Wardens.
PROVING MASTER: We'll just call you Grey Warden.
Seeing as those human names are a real burr to pronounce.
We actually have an opening in the first round!
Are you ready to start?
ELISSA: What are the rules of the Proving?
PROVING MASTER: Fights start at the gong, and go to first blood.
No eye-gouging, no groin pulls.
The rules of each bout will be announced when it starts.
You should be comfortable with normal weapons and lyrium enhanced weapons.
In single-combat, pairs, or battle units.
Are you ready to start?
ELISSA: Who will I be fighting?
PROVING MASTER: Looks like Seweryn's drawn first bout.
He was one of the youngest champions ever.
Beat his own father at twelve years old!
All for the right to earn his battle status two years early.
Are you ready to start?
ELISSA: Ready and eager.
PROVING MASTER: That's what I like to hear.
Go down to the ring then! I'll be right there.
PROVING MASTER: This is a Glory Proving!
Fought under the eyes of the Paragons of Orzammar
To honour the memory of King Endrin!
First up is Seweryn, of the warrior caste!
Many of you remember when Seweryn made history as a lad of twelve!
By defeating his own father in this very ring!
Today, he fights as a Champion for Prince Bhelen!
Opposing him in Lord Harrowmont's name
is a member of the famed Grey Wardens!
SEWERYN: In the name of House Aeducan
and our future King Bhelen!
ELISSA: Good luck to you.
PROVING MASTER: First warrior to fall, is vanquished!
Fight!
PROVING MASTER: The winner is - the Grey Warden!
PROVING MASTER: That was an exciting start, Warden!
Seweryn is rarely trounced - and so thoroughly!
Are you ready for your next opponent?
ELISSA: Who is my next opponent? Just point me to the ring!
PROVING MASTER: Next, you're up against Myaja and Lucjan!
As twins, they've always been allowed to fight as a single person.
They're warrior caste, but their mother was a smith.
So watch out for Myaja's hammer!
And don't forget Lucjan!
Most fighters do, and end up with a knife in their spine.
All right then, I'll see you out there.
PROVING MASTER: This is a Glory Proving!
Fought under the eyes of the Paragons of Orzammar
To honour the memory of King Endrin!
This round, Harrowmont's Champion
takes on the notorious duo!
The warrior caste twin terrors
now fighting for Prince Bhelen!
Myaja and Lucjan!
MYAJA: May the Stone honour you.
LUCJAN: When you fall!
ELISSA: Sure! And may the dirt taste good when I feed it to you.
PROVING MASTER: First warrior to fall is vanquished!
Fight!
MYAJA: We fight for glory!
PROVING MASTER: The winner is - the Grey Warden!
PROVING MASTER: Well that was an exciting bout!
Two on one - and you took them both easily!
Are you ready for your next opponent?
ELISSA: Who am I fighting next?
PROVING MASTER: Well this bout should be quick and dirty.
You'll be fighting Hanashan
one of the legendary Silent Sisters.
She's a ferocious fighter
and dedicated enough to cut out her own tongue!
The crowd is eager to see another victory! I'll be right there.
This is a Glory Proving!
Fought under the eyes of the Paragons of Orzammar
To honour the memory of King Endrin!
Harrowmont's Champion cleared the Stone
but can she hold out against the Paragon's own favourites
the Silent Sisters?
We'll find out, as the Warden faces Lady Hanashan!
Who proved her worth to Paragon Astyth the Grey
by cutting out her own tongue!
PROVING MASTER: And to our Prince Bhelen
by fighting in his name!
ELISSA: Good luck to you.
PROVING MASTER: First warrior to fall, is vanquished.
Fight!
PROVING MASTER: The winner is - the Grey Warden!
PROVING MASTER: Harrowmont will be pleased, Warden.
The Silent Sisters' support was a great boost for Bhelen.
Are you ready for your next opponent?
ELISSA: So...who's next?
PROVING MASTER: This should be a good match!
PROVING MASTER: You'll battle Wojech Ivo
Master of all weapons, prisoner of none.
He makes it a point never to use the same technique twice.
Alright then - I'll see you out there!
PROVING MASTER: This is a Glory Proving!
Fought under the eyes of the Paragons of Orzammar
To honour the memory of King Endrin!
This round is paired combat.
Just as Keyochet fought as King Bluodnik's second
defending our Empire,
so have dwarves always fought alongside a Second!
'Master of all weapons, Prisoner of none!'
Wojech Ivo has never won the same way twice!
What will he do today, Lords and Ladies?
And will it win the day for Prince Bhelen?
Grey Warden - choose your second!
For you face Wojech Ivo and Velanz!
ELISSA: In support of Harrowmont
I choose Baisyl as my Second.
BAISYL: You honour me.
PROVING MASTER: Last one standing will be declared victor!
Fight!
PROVING MASTER: The winner is - the Grey Warden!
PROVING MASTER: Wojech Ivo is one of the best this arena has seen, Warden.
Harrowmont picked wisely.
This is the Championship round
A full squad-on-squad combat.
Piotin Aeducan leads the same team he's taken to victory
in over a dozen Deep Roads expeditions.
Are you ready to face the final test?
ELISSA: Ready to win the title.
PROVING MASTER: May the Ancestors choose wisely.
PROVING MASTER: This is a Glory Proving!
Fought under the eyes of the Paragons of Orzammar
to honour the memory of King Endrin!
Only two warriors remain!
Fighting for his royal cousin Bhelen,
Piotin Aeducan has lead his team to triumph
over every unit so far.
Challenging him on behalf of Lord Harrowmont,
The Grey Warden has risen from nothing
to stand at the competition's summit!
Each will lead a full unit of four soldiers.
To see once and for all, whom the Ancestors favour!
PIOTIN: You fight well, but your judgement is questionable.
The throne will never leave House Aeducan.
ELISSA: Baisyl! Gwiddon!
Join me for this triumph!
BAISYL: You honour me.
PROVING MASTER: Last one standing will be declared victor!
Fight!
PROVING MASTER: The winner is - the Grey Warden!
PROVING MASTER: Congratulations!
You defeated the man Prince Trian once called 'the horns of my army'!
Do you deny this Grey Warden has earned the championship?
Then it is my honour to declare
this Grey Warden - Champion of the Proving!
Who has shown that the Ancestors favour Lord Harrowmont!
ELISSA: It was an honour.
PROVING MASTER: Through this day, we affirm the friendship
between our City and your Order.
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