"I see ... so to all of you, she is simply a hero of the humans, who helped you get the Dales, but the people who killed in Her name have ... in essence, soured Her memory to your people in many aspects. Where we see her as the very Prophet and Bride of the Maker, you see her just as she was - a woman, and someone who helped Shartan."

He pressed his fingers to hers lightly, his gaze going inward and philosophical. "So tell me, is Shartan your Andraste? Do you see him as a prophet, and a mouthpiece for your Ancestors? Was there truly a part of the Chant dedicated to him?"