Anders reads from the book, casting happy, knowing glances at his kids. "Primal class comprises the elements: fire, ice, lightning, earth. It is the class that causes the most destruction."
“Distasteful. The Templars has a different word for that,” Pol says, hatefully.
He runs to the exit, not sparing her another look.
Merrill cuddles gratefully into both of them. “It wasn’t always like this. The Dalish are good, kind people. You’re not seeing us at our best.”
“This is why finding our past is so important. This is why history is important. We have to preserve what little we have left.”
Merrill wipes her eyes, and takes her staff back. “All right. The faster we do this, the quicker the clan is safe.”
“No. We have good warriors here.”
Merrill looks at each of her friends, and smiles.
“Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Merrill’s smile is watery, but there.
She leads the way further down.
"She'd tell us off. I hate it when she starts scolding me. She inherited Ma's mannerisms that's for sure!"
Henri wraps his arm around her shoulders again. "Talia's pretty good at letting you know. The worst you're likely to manage is scaring her and she'll tell you off and then hug you within an inch of your life."
"It's just- you matter so much to me, you all have become like my second family. I would've been lost without you all."
"Family argues, you've seen me and Carver. But we don't stop loving each other, and it doesn't mean you don't still have a place with us."