It appears that Alistair has resumed his royal duties over the kingdom of Ferelden.
There have been times when I deeply regret every choice I've made along the way, and putting him on the throne is one of them. So, to let you in on my half-assed plan: I will try every beer this world has to offer, then every frilly and ever so vaguely Royan cocktail and wine. I may make it back to my apartment. Or I may not.
Then, I will -
politely - provide all the documentation that I've gathered over the years in regards to the Taint, and ask for a means to a cure. And after that, I will adopt a dog, and I will name him Barkspawn. And he shall be a big [...]
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