Her best attempt is easily vanquished; Bede falls from her mind like a faded picture, paint flaking. She thinks of Gabranth's breastplate digging into her shoulders again. Fuck.

As if to underline this, Loghain begins lipping at Gabranth's bag again. Jone curses and pulls him away.

"We'll find out, won't we," she murmurs. "What other spells d'you know? All I've seen is fire."