"Keffas!" he hisses, shaking his head. "So, what - a war between templars and mages and the sky ripped open by a long-dead magister has left enough of the world for it to be destroyed?"

Fenris curls his hands into fists, hard and tense, a trembling fear manifesting as anger rising within him. "If I had known this is the mess things would still be in, I would have gone after Hawke and dragged him away from you and your Inquisition myself."