[Everything after the Qunari made little sense to her. As the man rambled on about this-and-that and everything she didn't know, her eyes glazed over, her attention wavered. It was only once he mentioned peace talks, or rather, who they were between, that her attention snapped back to him.]

So the war was between the mages and templars then?

[Hawke cast a glare in the direction she could only assume Anders was. A statement was one thing. The blood of the city was bad enough, but she'd managed to at least swallow that rage for the time being.]

[But for all of the order to be at war with all of the mages?]

[Blight take the fool, she thought]

You'll have to forgive my... confusion. The last thing I remember of Kirkwall was the Chantry exploding. Nothing of... Corpse-syphilis or this conclave or... what have you.