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Wandering lost and injured in the pouring rain you stumble out of the forest and find a haven. A small chantry of a nearby village. It's Mother rushes out to bring you inside, tending your wounds and telling you stories of the Maker.

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This was amazing. I loved it when you said, “I understand your kind may not be privy to all the courtesies the Chantry expects.” I was just role playing at that point, like I could be a mage or Qunari or an elf or from Tevinter. I love that so much. I didn’t think you could blow me away more than with the Bioshock videos, yet here we are! You are the best!