Look, Aella’s sort of used to it by now. She’s gotten into a LOT of fights for her life since joining the Wardens. She can’t help but laugh at it, now. In part because the assassin hired to kill her is now one of her closest, most trusted friends.

“I did, I think.” She’d taken it seriously; she could have just chosen one of the two dwarves at random and gotten them on the throne and fucked off after with the support she needed. But she couldn’t. She had to make sure, as best she could, that she was choosing who was right for Orzammar. “Prince Bhelen will be a good King.” She’s tried so hard to do what was best for the people involved. Even making peace between fucking humans and elves in Brecilian Forest.

She thinks a moment. “I’ve been here... fuck, I forget how long. Maybe eight or nine months?” Honestly she’s lost track. “There’s still a great deal I haven’t explored yet. I’ve spent a lot of time in Vasari forest and the area surrounding Gazin. But I have ventured further out a little. There’s a city called Caerlias a few days ride southeast from here. And beyond Vasari in either direction there’s Lothalian and Fairwinds. North, there’s Roselake.”

One of these days she will have to pack up and venture as far south as she can. See what’s there. “I haven’t gone farther. Not yet, anyway.”