[Maric's look of dismay deepens when Robyn gives him that particular bit of news.]
Maker's breath. That's...not good.
[Maybe Loghain is right to distrust magic as much as he did. Maric can't say he blames him anymore. First the Witch, and now this? The Witch's prediction was that there would be a Blight, but he wouldn't live to see it. Is that what's happening now? Is that why he's talking to a Grey Warden nowhere near Ferelden?]
I can't say that I've ever had the pleasure of meeting Teyrn Cousland's son; I only know him by reputation. Though I thought his name was Bryce? [He bows again.] It appears that my information may have been incorrect.
[Then the Warden says that name and Maric breaks out in an uncontrollable coughing fit. King Maric? King?]
I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. Did you say King Maric? The, er, Rebel Prince?
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Maker's breath. That's...not good.
[Maybe Loghain is right to distrust magic as much as he did. Maric can't say he blames him anymore. First the Witch, and now this? The Witch's prediction was that there would be a Blight, but he wouldn't live to see it. Is that what's happening now? Is that why he's talking to a Grey Warden nowhere near Ferelden?]
I can't say that I've ever had the pleasure of meeting Teyrn Cousland's son; I only know him by reputation. Though I thought his name was Bryce? [He bows again.] It appears that my information may have been incorrect.
[Then the Warden says that name and Maric breaks out in an uncontrollable coughing fit. King Maric? King?]
I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. Did you say King Maric? The, er, Rebel Prince?
That's a bit bold, don't you think?