They are here in Nevarra looking up dragons because, well, Nevarra. If he wanted to look up wine or cheese, he would have gone to Orlais. If he wanted to look up death by accidentally stabbing oneself in the back twenty-six times, he would have gone to Antiva. But dragons it is, so Nevarra it is.

Nathaniel flips through a different book. Ordinarily, Alistair's little quips don't cause a hitch for him. This one does. Because he saw how big that dragon was. The mental image of it stirring and taking flight over a city is disturbing. His eyes widen slightly.

"If they exist and any are alive, I expect they'd have a hard time keeping themselves secret."