As much as I hated leaving my tree, The Tree of Memories, I had to feed Solas' army.
And make sure the git did not try to survive off potato chips. One of those days, I am going to grab him by the ear and force him to eat all of his half-eaten bags at once!
Wait a minute!
He never threw them away!
I could make something out of them… provided I got my hands on enough eggs!
But that was neither here nor there. The three Boliari were making subtle signs that Solas was searching for me, and I needed to teleport back.
Wasting another 400 zombies in the process.
"Nara," I said, for the woman was an orc wife. She knew how to keep order in a tribe.
Even if the tribe in question was made of gnomes and humans.
"Yes, Sylvan?" She asked.