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Ah, the queen-to-be. She mused, raising an eyebrow. Mmm, I've that affect on people. But then, witches always do, don't they? She smirked, shaking her head.

The road can certainly get to you, yes. You're certainly not from around here, though. Not with that accent, and the fact you don't recognize me... well, means you're not Orlesian or Ferelden by birth.

She hummed as she turned fully, facing the stranger. And to want to see that little queen-to-be, you must be Antivan. Now, she moved to stand just inches from the girl. One thing you should know about Ferelden, we don't tolerate Crows in our midst.

Morrigan could care less, but she'd rather not train another ruler to properly fear her. So what business do you have with My Liege, Franziska?