"I am imagining the implications of nonconsensual soul transfer via murder, and they are unpleasant."

"Yes," Stalas agrees. "Originally, Caridin planned to wait around guarding the Anvil forever so no one could use it, and if he ever convinced someone to destroy it for him - he couldn't, it was impossible for a golem to try to damage it directly - then he was going to kill himself. Well, I destroyed the Anvil, and then I pointed out that he can do everyone a lot more good in Orzammar than he can from the bottom of a lava pit."

"Very eloquently, too," says Caridin.

"Can he get your exile ended?"

"Ending my exile is definitely something that's going to happen," says Stalas. "I haven't decided exactly how."

Nod.

"And the armor is... To guarantee getting back to Orzammar?"

"It'll help, definitely. But also, I'm planning to disguise myself as a golem so I don't get turned away at the gate. 'The Paragon Caridin and retinue' sounds a lot nicer than an exiled kinslayer."

"Ah. Yes, that makes sense." Pause. "And how do I fit into this narrative, besides terribly from a storytelling standpoint?"

"My original plan also didn't account for killing an archdemon. I'm thinking I'll haul its head back to Orzammar - both of them - and incorporate that episode into the official version of what happened down here. People have a right to know an archdemon has died."

"'An'? How many archdemons are there?"

"One at a time, usually at least a century apart, but when one shows up it's very bad news."

"Oh." She relaxes a little. She does not have to figure out how to desoul another archdemon. Good, good. Because she can't exactly put another soul half in herself unless she wants to go crazy. "All right."

"Normally the darkspawn are disorganized and stupid and not much of a threat to anyone aboveground, it's just us dwarves who have to deal with them all the time. When an archdemon comes along and makes them into a real army and tries to kill everyone with them, that's called a Blight. This will have been the shortest one in history."

Callida smiles and nods.

"How were the previous archdemons handled?"

"With a huge war, usually."

"... Well, that makes sense, but I meant with the." Handwave. "The archdemon soul thing."

"Ah. Someone does exactly the thing I did, but they die."

"Ah."

"Yeah."

"Is there - some mechanism by which archdemons are born?"

"Supposedly, they're ancient gods that sleep beneath the world until the darkspawn find them and taint them and they wake up and start wreaking havoc. But I don't remember much about the gods in question. Dwarves don't go in for gods."

"Ancient gods," says Callida, "that sleep beneath the world." Pause. "For a god that was really underwhelming."

"I don't think you're supposed to be able to kill them as easily as we did."

"Oops," says Callida in a deadpan, not at all looking sorry.

He laughs.

Callida smiles. ... Then the smile falls.

"Though, admittedly, I don't believe I could save someone else from the archdemon soul transfer again."