And somewhere in the Fade, a bald elf in a wolf's pelt stopped walking. He turned. And he smiled, just a little.
Cullen placed a hand on her remaining one. "Then I'll hold the line here." Dragon Age Inquisition Game of the Year Edition...
Below, in the courtyard, the Game of the Year Edition played out its quiet epilogues. Dorian was packing for Tevinter, a magical communication crystal hidden in his sock. Iron Bull sharpened his axe, whistling a Qunari war hymn. Cassandra read a smutty romance novel behind a stack of chantry reports. Leliana released a raven with a black ribbon— one of Solas's agents has been found . And somewhere in the Fade, a bald elf
Then came the Frostback Basin. The Avvar didn't want a Herald. They wanted a hunter. Ellana spent three weeks learning to trap a great bear without magic, to speak to augurs who laughed at her Anchor. "Your mark is a key," the augur said, "but you've only ever used it to pick locks. What if you used it to slam a door ?" Cullen placed a hand on her remaining one
"About time," Solas whispered. "I was getting lonely in the post-game."