"Where do you go when you die? If you're a pretty good follower of your god, I mean."

"....the fade. The part of the Fade where the Maker is, if you're pretty good."

"I don't know the word, can you describe it?"

"Uh, yeah, the place you go when you dream? - I guess I don't know if people here dream. Uh, we briefly got stuck there for a few days about a week ago when saving the Fereldan Circle of Magi, it's - very different in different places, and shifting depending on who's in it and how they're feeling. Things work differently there, you can change your shape or your size. Things are hazy sometimes, and don't quite make sense, like when you're dreaming, although I'm not sure if that holds if you're not being held there by a sloth demon. And it's the place where demons and spirits both come from. - I think you're supposed to get the parts without the demons, if the Maker draws you to him. Draconis could probably tell you more, he's a mage."

"Oh," he says a little coldly. 

"...everyone who dies goes there. Like, everyone."

"Not people here."

"I'll take your word for it. In that case I assume we are... very far away from where we were yesterday."

"Well, if you're telling the truth, I'm sure that'll be very interesting to some researchers and you'll do all right."

"We would really like to go home fairly soon? We were - sort of in the middle of stopping an apocalypse. Time-sensitive on an order of months at the outside."

"If you're telling the truth, I'm sure it'll sort itself out."

"Okay. Then I guess we'll follow you to your courthouse whenever you want that."

They get Draconis some long green robes and then they will take their stuff and take them to the courthouse.

Yeah, sure, fine. Draconis'll take a long time to forgive her if they don't get it back, but if they don't get it back that will indicate that they have lots of bigger problems anyway.

They follow people to the courthouse.

"Courthouse" is a little bit of a nice gloss; it's a prison. Maybe it also has a court in some other wing. They separate them. Different people come in to get her story of what happened.

Great. She'll give her story as many times as she has to. She wants to know what they're going to do with her dog.

Is it a familiar or an animal companion or a shapeshifted humanoid? Is it intelligent? 

It's... an animal and it's her companion? It's intelligent. 

Then it will be questioned and judged separately.

...okay. He can't, like, talk. Or read. And he's intelligent but he's also, like, three years old. Just so they're ballparking his capabilities right. And he will probably want to be reassured that she's okay with them being separated first.

Three isn't a child for a dog, right? She can tell him she's okay with them being separated if she wants to.

He's not a puppy but he's not really the same as an adult humanoid, either? Whatever. "Be good, boy. No biting. Even if they deserve it. And no lying, just stop engaging if you can't engage any more. We have enough problems. I'll come get you later."

He whimpers, but licks her hand and goes.

"Do you have problems other than this one?" her interrogator asks politely.

"I am being kept in a cell in a foreign nation while mine is overtaken by darkspawn, which will soon overwhelm the entire surface world, a problem that only I and my friend are currently qualified to solve before the country is overrun. Other than that I'm good, thank you."