[Should he say it? Should he give the game away to a Grey Warden in this completely mad place?]

It's not so much about me having a grudge as people having a grudge against me. [He gives her an elaborate bow.] Prince Maric Theirin, at your service. For what it's worth.

[And then the Warden confirms what he was fearing. The Witch was right.]

And here I halfway thought that the Darkspawn were just children's stories. Is...well, am I... [He takes a deep breath.]

How bad is it, for Ferelden?