The merriment fades a little. Had anyone known them who had any artistic ability? Wynn maybe. She'd traveled with Jonas. Greagoire likely had family who had portraits, though they won't need those. Irving, however, had been like most Circle mages. Trapped. Forgotten by the outside world except if they needed something.

"They're all going to be forgotten," Anders says quietly. "All the tranquil, all those who didn't survive their harrowing, those who died to templar abuses and neglect, even those who lived to become old in there. They've no family. They've no one save a few of us who remeber, and we're not young."

Anders looks back at the statues. The parades have just lost and gained significance - in Nevarra, at least, some of these might be mages. Tevinter and possibly Rivain as well. Outside that? He can only think of Hawke's statue in Kirkwall. They have never counted.

"Maybe we should get drawings made, at least."