Suppose we're dead then. [Hawke spoke with the same, unaffected tone she was so used to. She gave an exaggerated shrug of her shoulders, before completely flopping down into the grass then.] I imagine Meredith sent a team in our sleep. You always did wonder how long we could get by with my influence alone.

[Her words seemed to spark something in her memory. A wooden clatter against loose cobbles, and Meredith...]

[Bloody Meredith, what had she done? Jokes aside, she knew she was missing something. She had to be missing something. There was no way the woman had managed to sneak past Bodahn, Sandal, her mabari, and manage to slay the two of them in their sleep. Surely, if anything, Justice would have...]

[Justice would have...]

[She lifted her gaze, brows furrowing over her eyes. Her heart ached, and with it came a sudden wave of adrenaline through her. It felt like she was trying to think through a fog of ale, an impermeable, blurry sort of membrane behind which red lights and horrific explosions loomed...]

What in the name of the Maker happened, Anders?