"Someone from my Warden days once pointed out how ironic it is, that Andraste rebelled against a tyrannical empire, only for her followers to start one themselves." He wanted to believe that Andraste wouldn't want this, that she wouldn't have wanted her followers to use her words to enslave others. But perhaps she wanted this all along, and was just as bad as those she inspired.

It wasn't much longer before the bodies were nothing but ash and the fire died down. Putting a hand on Altair's shoulder, Anders steered him in the direction of the field.

"The flowers are this way."