[ the door is propped. light from the hall, the occasional traffic of feet above, below; of wind through stone halls. he listens, and then he listens to marcus hedge. ]

Orlais, old friends. I was a healer there.

[ (some of the other mages, as though isaac doesn't know them all. a wife and a house,) ]

I don't know that we'll ever have an island, or houses, or a home. I don't know that we should even trust the prophetic distortions of a spirit impersonating a dead woman —

But it sounds a fine thing, to not be used. I'd like to try it.