"Then next time a similar situation arises, I will provide you with what information I have to that effect."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Yes."

"Thank you."

"I take my friendships very seriously, however new."

Slight smile.

"In that case, do you mind if I travel with you for a time? When I return to Tevinter, it will now be on my own terms, but I am not quite ready to go back yet."

"I'd be delighted to have you along."

The elf Caladrius was holding hostage has regained his feet, and now comes over to the two of them.

"Thank you for your most timely intervention."

"Happy to help," says Stalas, turning to him. "Is there anything else you need?"

"Time and space," he says heavily, "to mourn our losses without being preyed upon by outsiders." Turning to Eliana, "I recognize that the choice you made today must have been a difficult one, and we will not spread tales of your involvement here. But it would be best for everyone if you left, and did not return."

Nod.

"That can be arranged," says Stalas. "We just need those papers and then we can get out of here. Eliana, he mentioned they were in his office...?"

"That door over there. You... probably won't fit. I'll be right back."

She returns very shortly, bearing a stack of papers and some books.

"Yeah, that's among the problems of the golem suit. All right, let's go."

Yes, the sooner they're gone, the better.

"'Among'? What are the others?"

Out they go.

"I can't sleep while wearing it - I also don't need to sleep while wearing it, so that's actually been useful once or twice - and for the first night or two after I take it off I have absolutely brutal nightmares, which as a member of a species that doesn't ordinarily dream was tremendous fun to find out, let me tell you."

"That must relate to the lyrium somehow. You said it was that which allowed you to operate the suit, yes? Expanding or even instantiating a connection to the Fade."

"You'd think! But Metella checked and I don't show up in the Fade when I'm having lyrium nightmares."

He pauses in an alley to take off the golem suit and hand it to Hesta. Hesta and Kador go off together with Clare, perhaps to take a more discreet route back to wherever they're all going.

"That sounds like an entirely fascinating phenomenon. I now wish that I had studied dwarfs more closely before now, to better understand this."

"I have got to introduce you to Caridin's apprentice, I bet you'd have amazing conversations about fascinating phenomena."

"Caridin? Wasn't he a, what do you call them, Paragon?"

He laughs.

"Yes, Paragon Caridin, creator of the Anvil of the Void. He spent the last thousand years alone in a cave as a ten-foot-tall steel golem, and during my brief time in exile on false charges of kinslaying I found him and dragged him back to Orzammar where he is now happily catching up to the last thousand years of engineering advances, because that is just the kind of life I lead."

"I look forward to what else I might see traveling with you."

"It's an adventure."

"And how," murmurs Metella.

"Is it some sort of magnetism, do you think? What avenues of investigation have you pursued?"