"In the name of the Maker, I cast you down!" screamed a beautiful voice. An elegant sword was swung across a pleading mage's throat. In the same motion the sword was sheathed. The voice suddenly shifted from one of condemnation to one of sentiment. "May you find peace at His side."
"Andraste!"a man with a hefty voice yelled. "Andraste!"
Andraste turned to see her mortal husband. "Maferath!" She smiled happily. "What is it, my love?"
"Why must you run into the heat of battle? You worry me whenever you do so."
"I apologize for worrying, you, my love. But you need not worry. The Maker shall protect me. He always does." She cupped his face in her hand, reassuring him. Maferath turned away from her touch.
"I am your husband. I am more than capable of protecting you." At that Maferath stormed off.
"My Lady!" Andraste turned to see another familiar face.
"Hello, Shartan." The elf jogged up to her and bowed formally. "I had been meaning to speak with you."
"Of course, my Lady," S