"Oh, the blacksmiths found it couldn't be reforged," she explains, a light appearing in her eyes and she shifts to better face him. "The metal refused to cooperate. Some ancient elven magic lies on it still. But they've copied down the design, so now anyone can request a copy of it as a two-handed sword. The real sword itself is on display in the Great Hall at Skyhold."

For the elf from humble origins, who always felt cast off and useless, who was Clan Ashara's extra mage and dirty little secret who was never allowed out into the world, this feels like the most amazing thing she's ever done. Months and months of searching, trying to interpret vague clues, and making it past various traps had finally led her to a piece of elven history.

"I'm so glad that it's there as a symbol that the past can be recaptured if we just try our hardest to find it. That not everything my people have lost is necessarily lost forever. So much of our history is blank, or just rumors. I want to find as much as I can so we have a fuller picture."