[An ally saved from shadows of the past, a traitor dead, a king and queen named, misinformation acted upon, chilling news, and a dark offer...
And there was no time to think.
Morrigan said it had to be tonight, before they marched for Denerim.
They only just arrived in Redcliffe in the afternoon.
Regina had hoped that maybe she could eat, sleep, and think before the Archdemon appeared, but there was no such luck. Instead, time was ticking, and an important decision had to be made.
...And so the young woman was pacing, half stalking the halls of Arl Eamon's estate. If she didn't convince Alistair... then a Gray Warden would die tomorrow. And if she did? Who knew what Morrigan planned? Even though she thought of Morrigan as a friend, Regina knew she never revealed more than she wanted to. And could she really ask Alistair to do such a thing?
She closed her eyes and rubbed the bridge of her nose. She just. had. to. think.]