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“There are dozens of them,” you say. “No way we can do anything without at least one of them spotting us.”

“Right, then,” says Tarquin, as though that makes the decision—and he leaps off the ridge into the room below, drawing his sword as he goes.

You follow because, if you don’t, Tarquin will probably be dead in seconds. Behind you, Mae and Ashur begin casting protective spells as the two of you descend on the evil mages, raining blows and severing what you hope are important parts. Certainly, the mages you’re attacking don’t seem to be too happy about losing them.

Even though you’re wildly outnumbered, the mages on your side are among the most powerful in Tevinter—and you and Tarquin are no slouches with your swords, either. Between their blasts and barriers and your efficient dismemberments, it’s looking for a moment like you’ll be able to get the better of them.

That’s when the leader of the evil mages reaches you… and grabs Tarquin.

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