Alistair shrank back a little from his fellow Warden as her question was just as confusing as it was accusing. What had he done now?
He was about to open his mouth to answer but Morrigan had beaten him. He didn’t know what all the Inquisitor was doing traveling with Morrigan and her magically portally mirrors that led to..Maker knew where, but he personally had other responsibilities. One both the Inqusitor—and what he thought—Elissa had given him in her absence. “It’s just lovely.” He muttered in response to the witch’s comment.
“As she said—the Wardens finished helping to aide the Inquistion. Or the other way around. Remember that thing you couldn’t help with because you were venturing? With the blood magic getting introduced into the Wardens and I said “bad idea” and they started throwing the beloved “traitor” word around again. No? Well, last we talked I told you I was helping what was left of us clean their wounds back in Ferelden. Why would I be at the Castle? Or anywhere near Anora? No thank you. We dodged that mess years ago.”