"Is that so," Alistair ponders out loud -- the Hero of Ferelden, not Tabris? "Who is your Hero of Ferelden, then, if you don't mind me asking? A human? Or perhaps some kind of dwarf?"

He rests his hands on his waist, arching a brow. All of this was so strange; was this, perhaps, some new and weird form of magic? Realm magic? Phase magic?

"So strange," the Grey Warden rolls his shoulders. "But it is set up all the same, yes? Anora as Queen, Cailan still was betrayed by Loghain, et cetera?"