There I was, in my tree. All of the gnomes were holding tiny pickaxes and guarding the entrance. The humans were barricading what they could.
I could understand them.
I was their dungeon core, and I was pouring more and more of their mana into a communication link.
I needed to see what had happened to Solas. He was evil. He harvested organs.
He even sold his own sister, but that was something I shouldn't know about, and I tried to get it out of my thoughts.
But it was hard.
Finally, the blonde answered.
His face was a ruin. I could see his front teeth. His nose was missing.
And yet, his smile was the most charming thing I had ever seen.
"Alexios is dead," he didn't say it, he sang it. I nodded, too lost for words.
Could I fix this? Could I heal him? Was my cooking going to be enough?
A beautiful woman entered the communication link, bonking Solas on the head gently.