Maker and Lady, [Myr breathes, involuntarily. He leans back in his chair, shuddering as if someone's walked over his grave; his fur's all on end with the heart-chilling horror of such a thing.
It isn't a magic wholly unknown on Thedas. There were rumors...
Faintly,]
His own wife? [...He recognizes the name.] You--you mistook me for her once, didn't you? Back during the mist...
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It isn't a magic wholly unknown on Thedas. There were rumors...
Faintly,]
His own wife? [...He recognizes the name.] You--you mistook me for her once, didn't you? Back during the mist...