A dark space, lit with eerie green light. In front, four hovering pictures. Soft, instrumental music.
And two women, unconscious, in front of them.
"Over Meredith? Anders, I care about your safety as much as the others, but you know there is no way I can get the Templar patrols."
Anders shakes his head. "No. Just caution. I don't want to be caught out."
He looks to Aveline and Varric. "Anything that can be done? If not the patrol routes..."
"I'll do some digging, but my sources only go so far. Templars are quite an insular species."
"I was from Kinoch Hold up until the Fifth Blight, of course I knew him."
"That's not the norm thought, yes? Mages don't usually aim to abominate everyone in the tower?"
"I would've figured you would've made us known of the tendencies of abominations, if they lent that way, Hawke."
"Generally speaking, once we're aware of abominations, it's all over, right?"
Aw, fuck.
"Magic is an ever evolving principle, right? Abominations can't be permanent."