"The statues are so pretty, one forgets they're of an execution."

Gaudy. That's a word for it. Easier to think of another life, than to carry Andraste's legacy in this one. Doubtless it inspires some: Elevates the story, eases belief. More practically, the nobility enjoy their comforts. The money only flows so long as they continue to appear monied.

It's distasteful; so's wheeling a corpse out in a barrel. Still has to get done.

(You put out the fires at your feet before you set any more,)

"But you've got a book about you," She considers. "I may need to learn to read. Or perhaps I shall pay one of these fine, Orlesian scholars to dictate to me —"