[Goodbye, world. Hawke's eyes are glazed and unfocused.] Swarmed with dragons. [She's imagining a beautiful, perfect place where dragons of all shapes and sizes bask in their own glory. You're so funny, Hawke! Why don't you come around more often, Hawke? Are you sure you aren't a dragon too and you just don't know it, Hawke? Come to us, Hawke! Fly on our backs, Hawke!
Wow, okay. Hi again.]
The magic here is ... [How to explain.] Remember Bartrand's place in Hightown? When he had the lyrium idol. It's like that only ... less creepy and red. Think old, important, and too powerful.