Finding a moment of true peace in Skyhold was easier said than done, or at least that was how Morrigan had found it since she'd arrived a few months ago. No one could accuse them of being idle though knowing if their efforts were all being directed to the right place at the right time? Much more difficult to say.

Appearing from seemingly nowhere with an old volume bound in leather, spine crumbling, Morrigan stopped to watch the young woman. Not that she knew every face here but there was something all newcomers shared when they first took a real look at the place.

"Tarasyl'an Te'las," she said quietly, stopping a short distance from her. "The true name of this place."