"History has proven that they are not. As you are not a mage and I am, a mage who has known no restrictions upon her life, taught to fear what they are able to do instead of reveling in them. You are a warrior, tis not a thing you can ever claim to truly know. If history is not heeded, history shall repeat itself. Look to the elves. Arlathan was lost and the elves were no longer their own masters. The Dales were lost and the elves are still no longer their own masters." Wynne is likely furious somewhere by the Maker's side at Morrigan using her own words from years ago like this but Morrigan had turned them against her anyway so she wins old woman. The Circles revolted and Morrigan is here, alive, watching it all, and Wynne is not.

It takes a great deal of effort not to roll her eyes though her mouth straightens into a thin line. "Shall it be Garahel or Cousland then?" By the way, fucking Cousland. Ask any of them that actually had to be around him during the Blight.

"The future is there, though the world does like to haul itself closer to the end every so often as some of us drag it back by the scruff to tell it not today. You will do as any Warden does and go where you all will go if battle above ground does not take you first. A great many would yearn for such simplicity and knowing."