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Alistair (gryphonshield) wrote in theconsolelog,

“Andraste’s sweet, merciful—“ he didn’t get to finish. It was one familiarity after the other, each of which he could only stare dumbfounded as he tried to piece together what in the Maker this could all be. Elissa was supposed to be very,
Very far away looking for their cure and Morrigan, well. She went where she pleased. And apparently took their son with her. He watched the boy nearly go down the pipe with wide eyes before she stopped him.

That wasn’t a sight he’d ever like to see.

With a heavy sigh, he sheathed his sword to approach them both. Yet what was more odd, Morrigan seemed more reminiscent of the last time he’d seen her. Elissa seemed...different. “Hardly, this isn’t Ferelden...or any part of Thedas I’ve seen.” He answered more pointedly to the other Warden. “I can’t imagine..you all happened to wake up here as well?” Maker, please let this not be another Fade trip.