Sometimes dreams are all a person has, Cyril. But then someday things are set in motion and they become a reality. Just look at her.

She nods in agreement, hoping the dwarves of Orzammar take notice. The Inquisition and its message is being spread far and wide, so who knows? For now, she just finishes the sketch of the sun and tears it out of her notebook.

"Here you are. I can't wait to see it on your boxes."