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The Lost

The lower levels of Kal'Hirol were different, mainly due to the fact there was nothing recognizably dwarven about them. Everything was covered in corruption, the walls pulsing with it, and the feel of the Children all over the place. They passed through narrow tunnels, strange looking pods clinging to the walls and crammed into crevices. Lisha had seen the corruption pods before, but these ones were different. They looked less like pods and more like cocoons.
“Anders, please don't touch those.”
“Oh, but they're so interesting looking.”
“Just don't,” Lisha said as she grabbed his collar and pulled him away. “I'd rather something not pop out of them and rip you to pieces.”
“That wouldn't happen. Ooh! Look at that!” Anders ran over to a far corner and at an overturned basket that had something blue spilling out. “It's lyrium. Raw Lyrium!”
“And what would you want that for?” Lisha asked coming next to him. “Thinking of going into business or something?”
“That's not a bad idea, actually. Think of how well I would be able to escape templars if I could just bride them with raw lyrium! Please, Commander, let me take some.”
“No.”
“Ooh...” Anders gave her his best puppy dog face, bottom lip sticking out and eyes big and glowing.
“Do you really think that's going to work on me?” Lisha crossed her arms as she stood her ground. “I've been training and dealing with young elves for a long time now. There's nothing you can do that I haven't seen before. And besides, isn't smuggling lyrium illegal?”
“Ha! Like that stops anyone,” Oghren laughed.
“I think it would be fun to be a lyrium smuggler,” Anders smiled. “Going about, sneaking past guards and feeding the templar's addiction.”
This made Sigrun laugh. “You're so kind, Anders! Yes, instead of helping them, you want to make them worse.”
“Why would I want to help templars? Not after all the things they did to me. As a mage in the tower, I was always watched and tormented. Tormenting them back would be a nice change.”
“Well Grey Wardens aren't lyrium smugglers,” said Lisha. “And you're not in the tower anymore.”
“That is true,” Anders breathed. “Sometimes I have to remember that. But I do have one question for you, oh fearless leader! If I can't be a lyrium smuggler, then what should I do when we're not killing darkspawn? I assume there are times when we get breaks, yes?”
“A break?” Lisha said trying to hold back her smile. “From the darkspawn? I do hope you're joking... but maybe there are times when we don't fight.”
“Ah, so there is hope!” Anders said excited. “So what do you say, Commander, you and me after all this is said and done go and travel the world together. We'll have parties, take over small kingdoms, any thing!”
“Anders, what are you getting at?” Lisha said holding back a laugh. “You know that would never happen, but... it is a tempting offer. And a good start.”
“My lady! Now I'm getting somewhere. Perhaps there's still some hope yet for a little scandalous affair, eh Commander?” Anders winked.
“That's enough, mage,” Nathaniel said rough. “You shouldn't speak about the commander like that.”
“Oh, alright, alright. I forgot how sensitive you are about it. If you'd rather be alone with her--”
“That's not what I meant. You should just show her more respect is all.”
“Right, whatever you say.”
“Okay you two,” Lisha said taking the lead. “I need all of you to focus. We're in a dangerous part of the thaig right now. I can feel the Children all over.”
“Ugh, those things again.” Sigrun stuck out her tongue. “I knew it would be too much, but I had hoped we were done with those things.”
“I know, so now's the time when we really need to be focused. You three,” Lisha said pointing to Anders, Nathaniel, and Oghren. “It's probably too early, but I still want you to try and feel through the taint. Down in the Deep Roads, it's heightened, so it may be easier for you to do it. Now, what I want you to do is close your eyes, feel the taint in your blood, feel it as its connection goes out into the vast void of the corruption that surrounds us. Try and separate the darkspawn that you come across. Feel the difference between the different kinds, the difference between darkspawn and Wardens, and the difference between the talking darkspawn, Children, and the regular darkspawn. Can you feel anything yet?”
“I'm... not sure,” said Nathaniel. “It's hard to distinguish between anything.”
“Oh this is stupid, I can't feel a thing!” Anders opened his eyes.
“Patience, Anders,” Lisha said calmly. “There's no need to rush. If you can't feel anything, then that's fine. I just wanted to see if any of you could.”
“Wait, I think I feel something.” Oghren lifted up his head and looked around. A long, low and loud whistle then sounded behind him making everyone stop and stare. “No, I just lost it.”
“Oghren...” Sigrun said sickened. “Did you just...?”
“Holy Maker, dwarf!” Anders said pinching his nose. “I don't think that's what Lisha was talking about.”
“What? It's not that bad! It's actually tame compared to some of my other ones.” Oghren took a big sniff and let out a satisfying sigh.
“You're disgusting.”
“I try my best.”
“Okay, I think we've had enough of that,” said Lisha. “Come on, let's keep moving.”
Everyone was happy to get away from where they had been standing, getting away from Oghren's stink. Lisha took them deeper into the corruption, following the trail the talking darkspawn had left. She could tell he still didn't want her to follow him, but she was determined to find the truth.
They reached an area that lead into a cave. Lisha stopped them from entering as she felt Children on the other side with regular darkspawn. Peering around the corner, she caught the movement of a Child scuttling through the muck. It jumped in the air and landed on a genlock, it's circling teeth clamping down on the genlock's throat. The Child jerked the darkspawn back and forth before finally snapping it's neck. Once the genlock was dead, the Child then began to feed, sucking the insides out of the darkspawn through it's round mouth. When it was done, it jumped back and began to shake. Everyone watched as the Child changed in front of them, it's legs growing, spiked arms coming out it's sides, and it's mouth splitting into fours, opening wide like an ugly flower. It shrieked and other Children behind it answered it's call, following it's lead as they attacked other genlocks.
“Stop them!” Lisha cried. She turned the corner and fired an arrow at the closest Child, hitting it right in the mouth before it could clamp down on the dead genlock. The one that had changed turned to her, screaming with it's wide mouth and ran straight to her.
The others were already around the corner, fighting the remainder of the Children. Lisha fired another arrow at the changed one. The arrow hit it in the eyes but it didn't stop. The Child crouched and leaped, it's clawed arms stretched out and mouth gaping open. Lisha let it fall on her as her legs got under it. She rolled on her back, pushing her legs forward and flinging the Child over her head. It landed on it's back and squealed. Lisha was on her feet first, taking out her dagger and striking it down deep in the Child's soft belly. It squealed again and rolled, hitting her in the side with one of it's hooked claws. Lisha went down, holding her abdomen which was starting to turn dark red from the large gash across her belly.
The Child righted itself and advanced on her, dropping down on top of her before she could move. Lisha took her hand away from the gash to defend her face. She grabbed part of it's mouth as the Child opened and closed it, trying to get a hold of her. It snapped down on one of her fingers making her grunt from the pain. It's claws began digging into her skin while it's mouth got closer and closer. Lisha didn't know how much longer she could keep it away before it's strength got the best of her and it's circled teeth closed around her throat.
There was a sudden chill in the air and the Child slowed it's pursuit as it's outer skin began to ice over. It's body was suddenly off her as something smashed into it. Lisha looked to see Nathaniel wrestle the Child down, pinning it to the ground and using his own dagger to dig into it's head and split it open. Lisha then turned to see Anders standing in the middle of the room, cold wind, snow and ice circled around him, freezing all the Children and darkspawn in place as Oghren and Sigrun stood by him, shielding their faces, the poor golem freezing as well.
Pushing herself up, Lisha saw as Anders began to sway, his arms falling to his sides. He then fell to his knees as the spell drained all his mana. Oghren and Sigrun uncovered their faces and ran to the frozen darkspawn, shattering them with mighty blows. Lisha herself picked up Sulhigil and shattered a few darkspawn on her own with Nathaniel close beside her.
They kept at it until all the darkspawn were dead. Lisha looked around close, trying to feel if any more darkspawn were around. She then felt him, his alien presence brushing across her. She looked to the far end of the cave and saw him standing there, his red eyes boring into hers. The talking darkspawn looked similar to the one she had killed at Vigil's Keep, but he also looked different. Lisha could sense something different about him, but she wasn't sure what it was. She saw his rotten teeth, whether it was a smile or a snarl she couldn't tell. He was either tempting her or trying to warn her away once more.
Go back. The Lost is mine!
Things became fuzzy all the sudden, slowing down to a crawl. Pain began shooting from her abdomen. Lisha looked down to see her whole front covered in blood. She fell to her knees, dropping her bow and stared straight ahead, trying to keep herself conscious. Everyone went to her, saying her name. Their voices echoing in her ears like they were far away. Nathaniel held her shoulders while Anders crawled over to her. Lisha couldn't keep conscious anymore. She felt her head being lowered to the ground before everything went dark.
***
Lisha awoke to an aching body and something wrapped tightly around her middle. Her eyes blinked several times as they got used to the light of the small flickering fire beside her. When she lifted her head, it throbbed, making her hands lift to rub the temples.
“Hang on there, Commander.” Anders scooted his way around the fire. “You don't need to be getting up so fast now. You did lose a lot of blood.”
Lisha felt the bandage wrapped around her abdomen. It completely covered her exposed midsection, feeling slightly damp. She sat up, cracking her back and rubbed her temples one more time before fully focusing on him. “I've had worse, Anders.”
“Really? I'd hate to see what those were. Course... I guess I've seen worse as well. Unfortunately, though, I wasn't able to heal you all the way. After casting a blizzard, it basically took all my mana, leaving me helpless.” Anders sat next to her and rubbed his face. She could see the exhaustion in him. “Man I hope I don't have to do that spell again. I'm afraid if I do I might not live through it. Do you think we've seen the last of those Children? It would be great.”
“That would be great,” Lisha chuckled. “But you know better than to think that. We're not done seeing those Children again, but let's at least hope we don't see them anymore down here. I'm going to need you to stay alive. Until I get another mage, at least.”
“Right, Commander. I'll make sure not to disappoint you.”
Lisha looked around their campsite, seeing that they were in a different spot from where they had fought the Children. It still had those strange pods, but they were destroyed and the corruption around the area wasn't as vast. She also noticed no one else was there except her and Anders. “Where is everyone?”
“They went to explore a little more and to destroy as many of those pods as they could find. Apparently that's where the Children come from. A few crawled out of the pods during the fight, which is why we went ahead and destroyed the ones here. Then Nathaniel and Sigrun went to the right and Oghren and his golem went to the left, leaving me here to watch over you until you woke. They should be returning soon so we can continue on.”
“Yes, we need to continue on. I can feel the broodmothers are close.”
“Then we went the right way after all. It's like a maze down here.”
It wasn't long before the others returned, giving Lisha time to recover and gather her things and pack up camp. There was nothing really to report. The others had found nothing worth investigating and weren't able to go very far with how thick the corruption was in some areas. Once everything was packed and everyone was ready to go, Lisha lead them down a passage way no one had gone down yet. It was this way she could sense the broodmothers, as well as the presence of the talking darkspawn that she had seen before.
The passage was long, making everyone slow to a walk so they could preserve their strength. As they got closer, Lisha started to sense another presence. Another talking darkspawn, one that felt stronger and had magic. She closed her eyes and hoped that Anders would be able to handle what was coming. This darkspawn was going to be tough and they were going to need him.
As they approached the end of the hallway, they saw through a large opening a circular room that appeared to have a waterfall and a trough of water around the edges. Coming to the opening, Lisha stopped them before going in and peered inside the circular room. Within were the two talking darkspawn and a very large, very molten looking golem. It glowed red and towered over everything, heat streaming of it like an inferno. In its hand was the one darkspawn who had been trying to push Lisha back while the other one stood staring at it, a wicked smile crossing it's face.
“The Architect sends many, but does not come himself!” it said to the one in the golem's hand. “He is a coward. The Lost will kill you, and the Father will know he has failed to destroy the Lost. He will know that the Mother will tear him apart.” With a nod from the Lost, the golem grabbed the other end of the darkspawn and ripped him in two. It then threw the two halves into the water on the edge of the room. The Lost laughed maliciously before spotting Lisha and her companions. Being discovered, Lisha lead everyone into the circular room. The Lost peered over at them, his dark eyes finding Lisha.
“Who are you?” he growled. “Is this another trick from the Architect? The Lost can feel you, but you are no darkspawn.”
“No, I am not,” Lisha said as she stood her ground. “We are Grey Wardens, and I am the warden-commander, here to rid this place of your filth.”
The Lost snarled, his black and pointed teeth showing across his lips. “You say you are, but you are not the warden-commander. You do not possess the song!”
“The song?”
“The song of the blood! The beautiful music.” The Lost closed his eyes and stretched his hands out. “Only the ones who killed the great archdemon have it. The Mother says to not harm them, but you do not have it, so you must die!”
Everyone jumped to the side as a huge fireball hurtled from the Lost's staff. It exploded on impact, sending all of them across the room in different directions. Lisha skid across the floor on her belly, stopping only inches from the water. Pain shot through her abdomen, white heat that nearly paralyzed her. Grunting, she pushed herself to her feet while holding her abdomen. She could already feel the warmth of fresh blood seeping into the bandage. Lisha stood at the edge, gathering herself as she watched the battle before her.
The inferno golem had began to glow even brighter, running after her companions and swinging its giant fist at Oghren. The dwarf was only saved by their golem, only about half the size of the red one, which had placed itself in the middle. The two golems crashed into one another, stone fists locked as they tried to push the other one back.
The others had already recovered themselves and took their places against the Lost. The emissary had surrounded himself in fire which kept Sigrun back. She circled around, trying to find a way past the blazing flames so she could stick the Lost with her daggers. Nathaniel and Anders stood on opposite ends, Nathaniel sending arrow after arrow at the emissary, but only half made it past the fire. The others found their way into the Lost's flesh, but they didn't seem to be doing much as the darkspawn kept his attention on Anders.
The two mages battled it out, Anders already showing strain on his face. Lisha knew he still wasn't fully recovered, just like her. The Lost was pushing him back, closer to the edge of the water. His spells powerful as they beat against Anders's own shield with great force. The feel of both their magic going against the other crackled in the air.
The sound of golems striking caught Lisha's attention and she saw the inferno golem pick up the smaller one and throw it into the water. Oghren struck his axe on the larger golem's ankle. It went into a slight dent which Oghren had been chipping away at while the two golems fought. The inferno golem, now rid of its smaller counterpart turned its attention on Oghren. It slammed a fist down, missing Oghren by an inch. The dwarf popped back up and ran around, hitting the golem in the same place as before.
More pain shot through Lisha's body as she tried to move, taking a few steps forward to help them. Her stomach ached, and when she looked down at the bandage, saw it was almost completely saturated. Lisha shook off the pain the best she could. She needed to help her companions, needed to help defeat that emissary. Anders was beginning to fail, falling to his knees as he still continued to fight the Lost.
Seeing his opponent down, the Lost smirked and surrounded himself with magic. It crackled in the air and everyone could feel it was going to be a powerful spell, one that would wipe Anders out. The Lost went to release the spell but was forced to shoot it toward the ceiling where it exploded and sent flames raining down all across the area as Sigrun leaped over the fire and landed on his back, grabbing him around the neck. She drove one of her daggers in his chest and placed the over against his throat. The Lost spun to shake her off, but her two daggers gave her a good grip to stay put, her legs flinging everywhere.
“I got him! Hurry up!” she screamed.
Lisha completely ignored the pain in her abdomen now as she ran to Nathaniel's side. He had his bow up, aiming at the Lost but unable to release his arrow as the darkspawn went back and forth. “What are you waiting for?” Lisha nearly screamed. “Aim for his head. Kill him!”
“I know, but he's moving around too much. I don't want to hit Sigrun!”
“Then don't.” Sulhigil in hand, Lisha took one of the arrows from Nathaniel's quiver and aimed herself. Things around her slowed down as she concentrated, focusing solely on the Lost. Sigrun continued to hang on, being thrown every which way as the emissary tried to get her off his back. When Lisha saw her opportunity, the arrow flew. It streaked through the air, missing Sigrun's head and hitting the Lost right in the eye. It went deep, the entire shaft of the arrow disappearing into the socket. The Lost stopped his thrashing, dropped his staff and fell to the floor. At the same moment, the inferno golem froze. Oghren smashed into its side, sending it straight into the deep water of the troughs. Hot steam released everywhere as the golem sank.
“Thank the Creators,” Lisha whispered when it was all over. Her arms fell to her sides as she looked around the room. Sigrun stood after making sure the Lost was dead by planting her daggers in his back. Anders sat at the edge of the water, breathing heavy and looking extremely exhausted.
“Sod it,” Oghren said as he searched the water. “I guess the water's too deep for the little guy to get out. Oh well.”
“That was... an amazing shot,” Nathaniel said. “I'm not sure I could have done that without fear of hitting Sigrun.”
“Then what you need to do is get rid of the fear,” Lisha smiled. “Maybe instead of a duel, I could just give you a lesson.”
“I don't need a lesson, thanks, but... Lisha, your bandages! How are you--”
“Stop right there, Nathaniel,” Lisha said putting up her hands. “The bleeding has stopped and even though I feel a little dizzy, I'll be fine. Right now we need to see what everyone else needs.” She walked over to Anders, who already had Oghren and Sigrun around him. “How are you feeling, Anders?”
“Horrible,” he said. “But you know, that's to be expected, right? Mage already weakened from previous battles having to fight an emissary with the strength of an archdemon. Yeah, I'd say horrible is just about right.”
“I highly doubt the Lost was that strong, but I guess with your state that's probably a good estimate. Nevertheless, we need to keep moving. I can feel them now, not too far. The Lost must have been protecting them.”
“You mean the broodmothers?” said Sigrun. “I've never seen one, but I've heard about how hard they are to kill. If there's more than one, don't you think it would be best if we rested a little first before charging in?”
“I would have to second that,” said Anders. “Besides, it looks like you'll need a change, Commander.”
“I know we're all tired,” Lisha said looking to all of them. “But killing these broodmothers is a top priority. I can feel four, and if I'm right, they're in a spot where we won't be doing much fighting.”
“I highly doubt that,” said Nathaniel.
“Just trust me and let's go.” Lisha started walking to the opposite end of the room before Anders even had a chance to stand. When she reached the door, she waited for everyone to catch up before taking them down another long hallway and into another room with a large hole in the floor. Lisha slowly walked over to it and peered down, seeing below what she had felt. Four broodmothers were down there, their tentacles sprouting from the ground stood swaying beside them.
“Sorta hypnotizing, isn't it?” Oghren said as he peered down as well. “How those things just... sway like that.”
“Not really. Ugh, they're disgusting.” Anders backed away from the edge and sat back down. “Why didn't you tell me they were so hideous? Breasts indeed, but over layers of fat! And then their heads! Shaven and round like a pigs.”
“I warned you, didn't I?” said Lisha. “But now the question is how to kill them. Hmm.” Lisha looked around and saw chains hooked to the edges of the pit. She followed them and saw they were holding up a large, glowing blue stone that hung right over the broodmothers. “Well that's convenient.”
“What, that?” Oghren said as he saw what Lisha was looking at. “Hey, that's a lyrium globe. They're usually used for power. Lighting the streams that run through the walls.”
“Do you think it could kill some broodmothers?”
Oghren looked at her confused at first but soon got the idea. “Why not, Commander! Allow me.” Taking his axe, Oghren made his way to the nearest chain and began beating on it. The chain snapped quickly being rusted and old. The lyrium globe above shifted and cricked from the loss of a chain. Oghren then made his way over to one more chain and cut it as well. It was all that was needed for the globe to finally fall.
The broodmothers screamed as the globe fell upon them and engulfed them in a bright light. Everyone backed away from the edge and covered their eyes as the light flashed. Once it died, they looked over the edge once more to find the broodmothers completely gone.
“Well that was easy,” Lisha said as she sat down. “I think we can rest now.”
“Thank the Maker!” cried Anders. He laid himself flat on his back and stretched out. “I don't care if we are in the Deep Roads, I'm taking myself a nice long nap!”
“I think I might join you on that, sparkle-fingers.” Oghren plopped himself next to Anders. The mage jumped up from the dwarf's sudden closeness.
“Uh, maybe not. I already have nightmares, I don't need ones involving you.”
“You're too squeamish, mage.”
Lisha rolled her eyes at the two before seeing Sigrun staring off in the distance. “What's on your mind, Sigrun?” Lisha asked although she felt she already knew the answer.
“The broodmothers are dead, Kal'Hirol has now been claimed back,” she said. “And the Legion has been avenged. I thank you for that. I know without you guys I wouldn't have been able to do it by myself. But... now I feel I need to be going. I still owe the Legion a death and there are still more darkspawn out there to fight. Especially with what's going on. Did you notice there seems to be two fractions of darkspawn? I want to go and investigate. Find out who this Mother is and who is the Architect.”
“I've heard the Architect mentioned before,” said Lisha. “Back at Vigil's Keep when we fought a talking darkspawn that called himself the Withered. It's a little frightening to think there are two powerful darkspawn out there that might be leading the others. Maybe that would explain why they haven't gone back underground yet.”
“Maybe. That's why I'm going to find out. If I find anything, I'll make sure to try and reach you.”
“I would prefer it if you joined us, Sigrun.”
The dwarf looked up at her. “Me? Join the Grey Wardens? But I'm apart of the Legion of the Dead. Can I even do that?”
“I don't see why not. Legionaries and Wardens basically do the same thing. We fight darkspawn and die by them. With us, you won't be alone and would be more efficient at killing them.”
“I would, wouldn't I?” Sigrun smiled broadly at the thought. “I've seen how you guys all fight, it's incredible to watch. So if you think I could be a Warden, then why would I deny it! I'll come with you, Commander. I'll be one of the best Grey Wardens you ever had!”
***
Lisha allowed them to rest and treat wounds for a few hours before heading back out of Kal'Hirol. On their way, they stopped to pick up the stone tablet with the carved names of the casteless who defended the thaig. They had to break it in pieces in order to get it all out, everyone caring their own piece.
The journey back didn't take very long, but it felt longer due to everyone's fatigue and having to carry the heavy stones. They arrived back at Vigil's Keep at sundown of the second day they'd been gone. Once there, everyone ran to the kitchens to get something to eat before making their way to their bedrooms for a good night's sleep. Lisha showed Sigrun a room she could have before going to find Varel. Once he was located, she told him of their arrival and everything that happened in Kal'Hirol.
“And also make sure to have a Joining ritual prepared for the morning. I want Sigrun to have her strength before going through with it.”
“As you wish, Commander,” Varel bowed. “And seriously, you Wardens are amazing to take on such things so quickly and with so few a number.”
“It's not that impressive,” Lisha smiled. “It took how many Wardens to bring down the archdemon? While we only killed a few broodmothers with a lyrium globe.”
“Still, Commander...”
“Thank you, Varel. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to bed myself. I'll get a report from you in the morning, if you don't mind.”
“I understand. Good night, Commander.”
***
The darkspawn walked through a dark, corruption covered cave. He walked slowly, timid, almost frightened by the huge mass that sat on the other side. It was a grotesque pile of flesh with tentacles and claws growing out of the sides, slowly rising up and down with every breath. A thin stalk curved over, sprouting out of the middle of the mass. Tiny but long arms dangled over it's chest, where rows of breasts that went down, each row more deformed than the one on top of it. A black ilk drained from every nipple and when the head snapped up to see the darkspawn approaching, the same black liquid could be seen draining from the eyes.
“What news do you bring the Mother?” the creature said.
The darkspawn stopped and could barely look her in the eye. “I bring news of Kal'Hirol, Mother,” he stuttered. “It has been lost. And so has... the Lost.”
The Mother straightened her torso, black and sharp teeth mashing together in a growl. A scream passed them as she trashed her body around. “Kal'Hirol lost! The Lost is lost! Lost! Lost! Lost!”
The darkspawn put his hands up as he eyed the tentacles thrashing on either side. “Mother... be calm...”
“Calm, yes,” she said slumping back over. “Once I was calm. Once Mother listened to the beautiful song, felt it wash over her and inside her and she was calm. But now there is no calm. The Father took that away. And now he takes away Kal'Hirol! My poor pets in Kal'Hirol... the Father knew I would send them against him. The Father feared!” She began laughing hysterically, her tentacles thrashing once more. The darkspawn backed away a little. “Kal'Hirol is gone, but the Mother still has her tricks. Many, many tricks.”
“But what will the Mother do?” he asked unsure how she would respond. A tentacle snapped around his abdomen and yanked him off the ground. He at first struggled as it brought him straight to the Mother's face. She smiled at him as a wicked laughter came from her mouth.
“Do? I will laugh!” She shook from it, shaking him as well. He shied away. “The Herald does not need to fear the Mother,” she said calming back down. “The Herald is still needed.”
“What does the Mother intend to do next?”
The Mother hummed as she slowly put the Herald back on his feet. “The song will be heard again. There is a way, but the Mother needs to wait. Yes... waiting is what she will do. Then, when the time is right, her plan can move forward.”
“What is the Mother waiting for?”the Herald asked, backing away.
She didn't move, only slumped forward to her original position before he had entered. “For the song to come to her.” She put her head down, and the Herald bowed before making his way out of the cave.

Paraphrasing from Dragon Age: Origins: Awakening
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