"There is talk of melting down the statues and recasting them as something else," Christine says with a scoff attached at the end. "As if any other symbol in the harbor will erase what was done here. I say 'why bother?' Use the metal for literally anything else besides putting up a couple of gaudy statues again."

She pulls out a stool and takes a seat at the table, eyes darting around and imagining what a spirit might try to do to them in this room. She notes a knife block and decides to keep eyes on it in case the knives start to lift out of their slits.

"I have never been outside of Orlais or Fereldan. And the farthest east I have been is Crestwood." Her nose wrinkles. "Or is the Fallow Mire farther east than Crestwood? I do not know." She doesn't pay that much attention to the Ferelden side of the map. "I have never been this far north either."