(Chapter 17) Falon'Din enasal enaste

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King: A toast for my daughter, who yet again, proved demons wrong and brought us victory and their heads! Cheers!

And thus everyone drink, laughed, had dinner, danced. You were approached by many, trying to get to your good side which pissed you off.

Lord 1: My Lady, you do such great tasks! No one can fight you!

Lord 2: You are indeed strong and beautiful.

Lord 3: How did it feel when you took their heads off?

You remembered what you and Azazel did. What his plan was.

***Flash back***

Azazel: I have plan. But none of you are gonna like it.

Your name: What exactly?

Azazel took you to the place where humans throw away the dead demons and elves.

You looked at the bodies.

Your name: Falon'Din enasal enaste. (A prayer for the dead).

Azazel: What did you?

Your name: It's a prayer for the dead. Dalish often use it.

Azazel: Seems you know a lot about elves.

Your name: Maybe.

Azazel: I wouldn't do this but we must.

Your name: Can we...

Azazel: Mm?

Your name: When this is over.. can we give them a proper funeral? A Dalish funeral?

Azazel: Dalish funeral?

Your name: When Dalish elves die, their clan will bury them and plant tree a over their remains. The dead are provided with an oak staff to help them along the path of the afterlife, and a cedar branch to scatter the ravens of Fear and Deceit who were once servants of.

Azazel: Huh.. interesting.. but you don't need my approval for this.

Your name: Maybe.


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