This is only the beginning. [His arms cross over his chest. It might have started here, but this was a revolt. Mages breaking free of their chains, fight back against the Chantry, the templars. Before him is an example of a mage who seems stable enough, but how many has he seen resort to blood magic and demons? First Enchanter Orsino, someone he had expected to keep his cool in Meredith's madness.

Kirkwall's madness.

There is evil in these stones, breathing, corrupting. Is he still the same? He hasn't been the same in years.

He sighs softly, bone weary, tired.] A renegade mage by the name of Anders declared war when he blew up the Chantry. I am not naive enough to believe that revolution won't spread. Other circles will hear of this. It can't be contained.

[Mages can't be contained. Templars can't be contained.

He grits his teeth.] I don't believe your boat ride will be of much waste, but I doubt Kirkwall will be your final destination.