To The Tower

"I've always tried to be a friend to mages. I'm their protector, not their jailor. I want to meet her sometime soon. Is there anything more you can tell me about her?"

"Not much to be honest. She's a sweet thing but very crazy. She talks to herself a lot and half the time does not seem to know what form she is in. Past that there isn't much more to say. We all do like her because she is sweet. I guess one of the reasons she may not have been taken over by demons has been because she is so messed up that they can't find anything to control her with." Nygozy smirked with part amusement and part sadness, "What a way to avoid that."

"You have my word"

She nodded.

"The stone?"

Now how to explain the stone... "It's almost a religious reference. As you learn of Andraste, dwarves learn that we come from the stone and sent back to the stone when we die. It's a simple reference used religiously, as a curse or whatever. Since dwarves have for a long time been cave dwellers it seems to fit our society. Rigid and unmoving unless you can roll one over a mountain."

"I see. Your secret is safe with me. And I assure you, on Andraste's holy flame, that I am not a spy. Nor would I agree to be one."

"You never seemed like one, that is for sure. Ah the boat is here. I will set you up with someone to settle you in at camp." She looked at him for a moment as she could never remember the name of the Templar who was in the boat but she certainly never cared for him much anyway, "Let's not give master boat man anything to chew on."