He drags a hand down his face, and looks off into the rain. Thunder grumbles in the distance.






"She can't tell anyone else." Barely audible over the storm. "She has to swear it. It doesn't leave this house. And I don't want to be the one to tell it over."

If only one more person knows -- he can tolerate that. Maybe. Even if it's Fiona.

(After this is over he is going to eat an entire cake and wash it down with a bottle of whiskey, he swears to Andraste.)