A dark space, lit with eerie green light. In front, four hovering pictures. Soft, instrumental music.
And two women, unconscious, in front of them.
That makes Tabs laugh. "Shut up, I totally took a quiz. I'm neutral good."
She takes the list back, and looks through it. "Anything else you remember?"
"Hmmmm." She closes her eyes and thinks deeply. "Something about the short haired, blonde Chantry woman?"
"Oh, THAT bitch. Mother Petrice. Yeah, we're gonna have to get her sent to Orlais or some shit."
"She kidnaps a qunari saarebaas against their will, names it, then sends it out of the city with Hawke in the hope they all get killed."
"Yeah, and it's literally all in the hope that it fires up the Catholics to rise up against the qunari and kick them out of the city. Violently."
"That was an option? Fuck! I had the weakest ankles! Well, ankle. Right one. Roll it on like a weekly basis."
She taps the list again. "The herbalist missions are out, they're like, optional optional. As is the mission you do for Meeren or Athenril."
Anya nods... and then looks down at her hands.
"Totally off topic, but... I'm a mage. With like magic. Do you think it's safe to try? To do magic. Here. Right now."
"Um, no? Do it! Do some magic! I have it on good authority that the Alienage is always much chiller with magic than anywhere else."
"Ah, well, it was never really a thing covered in anything? I guess it's just like- an instinct. Maybe close your eyes, concentrate on what you want to do, and then just...do it?"
"Okay!" She closes her eyes and... does that. Tries to feel for magic? "I have no real idea what I can do. What does magic feel like anyway?"