[Whistles, low.] They said this might happen, but ... [A strange expression passes over her face, but it's gone quick.] Kirkwall wasn't the only city with its ass on fire. There's a war now. Most of the Circles are gone. Even the Divine is dead, which is a whole different piss pot than what we already have.
Last I heard from Varric, everyone was still kicking. [Doesn't even bother clarifying: "everyone" has always meant Isabela and the rest of their Kirkwall gang.] There's a lot of political bullshit and blood magic, because of course, but. [Exhales. Heavily. She suddenly feels much older.] Ah. Anyway. Too bad about the sea monster thing. Maybe we can wake one up here? I think I still remember the spell for water-breathing.